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Thursday
Would you take a look at that! 50 + 20 FREE SMS spaces! Pardon the ecstatic me. Did a little "spring cleaning" on my mobile recently. It used to be chockfull of... erm... scmaltzy SMSes... sentimental value notes... memorable texts, you know what I mean.
With 70 slots, it used to be a constant struggle within the indecisive me to 'erase this? keep this? important?' BUT NOT ANYMORE! No more importanto. All gone. Finito. Must *pat pat* on the head for being so 'courageous'. Don't laugh (or smirk!). Not easy, especially for someone who is ever sentimental like me :P So, bring on the smses. Have ample space. Mucho mucho free space. Mua-ha-ha-ha.
Wednesday
Today I blog about Annoying Boy.
Annoying Boy goes to the same RPM classes as I do. He will ALWAYS strategically place himself next to me. Not only does he diligently place himself within an arm's length from me, he will ALSO book my favorite spot for me. So whenever I walk into the RPM room, bike #5 is always booked with a towel. Booked. For me. That's not it. This is the most annoying part. When the class is in progress, he would stretch out his arm to reach the resistance knob on MY bike and turn it up. Kononnya wanna be my instructor like that la. But wtf! So when the knob is turned higher, what happens? Obviously I gotta pedal and push harder lar rite? Trust me, I have given him countless times of "Do you mind" glares, but they never seemed to work! OR maybe he is just playing dumb. And sometimes, as if he hasn't have enough kick from torturing me, he'll join me in BodyPump classes too! And yes, again he will place himself next to me. AND not only that, he will take the barbells and weights for me. Make me feel like a blardy retard who can't do anything. Why does he always have to do that? WHY? It's button number 3 now. I swear, when button number 4 is pushed - I will erupt.
Thursday
Ben finally posted his first entry on my other blogspace here! Let's hope he keeps his consistency and contribute as we go along.
I need inspirations to write now. Be back with one later. Oh crap.
Tuesday
Just couldn't sleep last night. Don't really know why. Insomnia.
Gave up trying to sleep by 6.30am. Got up, absolutely famished. Must be the two classes which I did back-to-back yesterday evening. Decided to be nice to myself this morning. So thought pancakes drizzled with honey would be a perfect way to start the day. No pancakes in the end. Burnt. Oh crap. Threw them away. Showered and changed. Went downstairs only to realise it was raining. Went back up the lift again to 7th floor to grab an umbrella. Reached downstairs and found out that I left my handphone at home. Went back up AGAIN. Grabbed my phone and went downstairs only to find out that the rain has stopped @*#!@!$ Still feeling hungry. Thought McDonald's McEgg Muffin would be nice too. Drove myself to the McD's at BU and guess what? Took a wrong turn. So it was 'oh crap' again. No McD's in the end. Gave up on trying to get breakfast. Gave up trying to be nice to myself. So, really, what is OK in actuality?
It's ok.
It's OK. It's alright. No big of a deal. It's really ok, I kid you not. Not that it had meant anything, right? It's ok. Really... really...... ok.
Friday
I come back.
Miss you. Kiss. SMS on Oct 13 @ 3.24pm. From: Brazil Boy See, this is the exact kinda thing which I DO NOT need to add to the struggle of backing off at this moment. Just five more days, I tell myself. Everything will be fine once more. Not that things aren't good at the moment, just feels good to finally have a closure for this chapter :) So he's back from Phuket. He had himself so so tanned. Black, almost. He got so badly burnt. Got me a little something which I thought was really sweet of him. ANYWAYS, all I can say now is that he will always remain a good friend to me. Looking forward to the weekend!
Thursday
Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk Because of you I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt Because of you I try my hardest just to forget everything Because of you I don't know how to let anyone else in Because of you I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me Because of you I am afraid This song always reminds me of my ex. In some ways, he has taught me a lot. He made me wake up to face the many harsh realities in life. I've learnt that nothing in this world is permanent. Nothing is forever. Everything, everyone is prone to changes. People just need to learn to accept it whether you like it or not. It was a love hate relationship. I loved him for the man he was yet hated him for all the pain he has caused. I wonder whether this is a cause-and-effect phenomenon. Sometimes, all it takes is just a little something, a few minutes even, to completely change a person. I've changed. In some ways. For the better. I hope. I have changed. I no longer am the take-it-easy girl I once was. I've grown to question and analyze a lot. Why must it be like this? What is going on here? When? Who's in it? How come? The questions are endless. Careful, I must be. Better safe than sorry, I'd say. Build up the defence walls, I must. And speaking of loading up on defence, I think I might have overloaded in that department. So much as to I've placed myself in the safe zone for far too long now. I have learnt not to allow myself get hurt. If I sense something or someone who could potentially hurt me, I back off. Backing off from someone is an acquired skill. Which is also why I am not feeling so sore as I thought I'd be over Brazil Boy's episode. I've moved on. Which reminds me of a very insightful conversation I had with a friend recently. I think I actually said that if my future bf were to leave me, I can actually look him in the eyes and say "Ok. Go on. See you around." How's that for putting a brave face to the whole situation? I honestly don't know. Some might say that would make me a very cold person. My say: You have to be cold sometimes to protect yourself. So the guy decides to leave. Whatcha gonna do about it? Cry? Beg? Give promises? He's going to leave whether you like it or not. Because I have also learnt that it takes quite a bit for a guy to actually say 'bye' to the relationship. Girls, he has put great amount of consideration and thoughts it in so no matter how much you beg, he's never gonna come back. So which brings us back to "Ok. Go on. See you around." It not only saves you from embarassment, it also keeps your sanity intact. Why pursue something which has lost all its meanings? You might disagree with me. But it is working for me. I've been backing off so much that sometimes it makes me wonder whether when the right opportunity comes a-knocking, will I still be able to step up to it, embrace it and live the moment. Heh. Reflecting and pondering. Pretty deep stuff. Happy digesting!
Tuesday
restlessness n 1: the quality of being ceaselessly moving or active; "the restlessness of the wind" 2: a lack of patience; irritation with anything that causes delay [syn: impatience] 3: a feeling of agitation expressed in continual motion; "he's got the fidgets"; "waiting gave him a feeling of restlessness" [syn: fidget, fidgetiness] 4: inability to rest or relax or be still [syn: uneasiness] The description above: My exact feeling that has been lingering inside for the past one month or so. I wonder how some people can go through every single day doing the s.a.m.e e.x.a.c.t thing over and over again. Just baffles me silly. Keep whining to my friends that I need a New Project. Was at One Utama with a friend recently. This friend, was patient enough to walk into art shops, concept shops and even a D.I.Y shop with me. We were checking out glass paintings, several art projects, and holymoly... I found my Lava Lamp! Finally. Quite nice all of them. But the exact purple hue that I wanted wasn't there. The lady told me to come back in November for new lava lamp stocks. So hurray for major discovery of the day. So yea, New Project ... Where is it? How do I find it? When can I find it? and most importantly... WHAT is the New Project!
Monday
Another natural disaster struck. The earthquake that shattered Pakistan with over 20,000 lives destroyed was really uncalled for. So many innocent lives were robbed away, in matter of seconds. I questioned iGod, hence the conversation below:
Me: Dear God God: I believe in God. Me: Why do you allow disasters like this to happen? God: It was the only thing I could think of. Me: But why??? So many innocent lives were killed God: Reductionism. Ayuh. Which ones? Me: What? God: No problem. Me: So are you planning to take some more? God: Right on. it was my original intention. Since God is so adamant in taking more lives, it got me thinking quite a bit. What if, this were to happen to me... or us? Have you ever thought of what your last precious words might be? And to whom do you want to direct them to? Whose faces that you so loved will then flash before you? So many questions, so much to do, yet so little time. So critical the moment... so overwhelming and daunting at the same time. I will have in my mind, images of people that have somehow impacted my life to this day. Some of you might know who you are. Others, well, I would be really thankful and appreciative for our crossed paths in this journey of life. But most of all, I think I would miss life most of all. Things in life in particular. Things that I have not done. Things that I am about to do. And things that I am working on to see it a success from my very own effort. Random thought of what I would regret not experiencing prior to Death flashing before me: Child labor. Raising a child. Being a parent. Yes, I think that would be it. What would yours be?
Wednesday
Nice song.
Damien Rice * Cannonball Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt Still a little hard to say what's going on Still a little bit of your ghost your witness Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed You step a little closer each day Still I can't say what's going on Stones taught me to fly Love taught me to lie Life taught me to die So it's not hard to fall When you float like a cannonball Still a little bit of your song in my ear Still a little bit of your words I long to hear You step a little closer to me So close that I can't see what's going on Stones taught me to fly Love taught me to lie Life taught me to die So it's not hard to fall When you float like a cannon Stones taught me to fly Love taught me to cry So come on courage! Teach me to be shy 'Cause it's not hard to fall And I don't wanna scare her It's not hard to fall And I don't wanna lose It's not hard to grow When you know that you just don't know
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