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Monday
Meanwhile back at Puchong (parents' place)...
Me: Miiii (short for mommy), I'm going to Bali for holiday. Mom: When? Me: End of Nov. Mom: With who? Me: Friends la. Mom: Then have to apply leaves lor? Me: Of coz lah, will apply soon. Mom: Oh. (Oh? Just like that? Cooooooool) Proceed to bug my brother. Me: Psst... eh, tell you something. I'm going on a holiday soon *smirk* Bro: Where? Me: Bali :D Bro: HUH? That place where terrorists bombed like nobody's business, that one? Me: YES. That one *smirk* But you *shhhh la! SAY SO LOUD WANNA DIE IS IT? If mommy hears, she will nag me. Bro: Miiiiiii.... che che is going to .... (voice trailing off) *Ouch* Don't pinch me lah! Meanwhile at the dining table, during lunch. Mom: Why go Bali? Nice meh? Me: Of coz lah. Beaches :D Bro: Yeaaa, beaches where terrorists love to bomb. Me: *Glare* Ahem. I thought we both agreed to *shhh about it? Mom: *Shhh about what? Bro: Che Che doesn't want you to know that she is going to a terrorist-infested area. Mom: Aiyo, you think mommy stupid is it? Me: *Eyes wide in disbelief* YOU KNOW? (never thought my mom would pay attention to news as such when she reads the papers) Mom: Of cos I know. I read the papers you know. Me: Then... then... how come... how come you never stop me from going? Mom: You so stubborn. Nag you 1 million times also you won't listen lar. (In my head: Yeah true also) *Pause* Mom: But go lar, have fun. Just be careful and take good care of yourself. I SO LOVE MY MOMMY AT THAT MOMENT K. IT'S LIKE... "MI, YOU CAN NAG ME EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR ONE WHOLE MONTH AND I WOULD STILL LOVE YOU!"
Saturday
Monthly periods.
I hate them. Especially one week before it hits you, PMS kicks in. I don't get grouchy or mood swings like some women do. Thank goodness for that eh? Else, the bf or hubby has to stay away from me for about 2 weeks each month *smirk* Cravings. I do get them sometimes. Chocolates. Gawd, it's amazing how they can help you alleviate all the PMS negativities. I especially hate the water retention part that comes with it. Bloatedness is the word. Face seems a little rounder. Pants got a little tighter as the ass gets a lil bigger. And the tummy. Oh boy, don't get me started on that. It really shows! So get this, that PMS do happen to us women. They are real, and guys, we're not making it up as an excuse to force you to 'deal' with our mood swings and what not. That we might look a little fatter than usual. That, ultimately, guys, you should try to understand the ordeal that we have to go through every single month and please, please leave us alone for awhile when we say so. Trust me, it helps you and your relationship! :D I am soooooo retaining water right now. Hope to 'flush' them out in RPM tomorrow morning. Oh yeah.
Friday
Seven crappy situations that will inevitably make you go "WTF" (or in a more polite and kid-friendly manner, "WTH")
There are more "WTF" situations from where that came from. Good gawd, can never go past a day without uttering these magical instant-expressive phrases. In a funny manner, life's too f***ed up sometimes, don't you think? ;)
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!
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