It has been a while since I last attended a wedding. I enjoy going to one, witnessing and sharing a couple's matrimony joy.
My ex-colleague I known since I joined my former company in 2007 was a good friend, both at work and personal. We were in the same hot spring naked, butt-naked we were! She wore my dress and stockings at Taiwan, while I did her makeup for her. Shared some pretty close and wonderful memories for 5 years now..
She and her boyfriend of 8 years tied the knot last Saturday, and both Rianne & me were invited to the wedding banquet.
Rianne was dressed like a princess, and another ex-colleague actually commented she look like the flower girl of the wedding. I started dreaming of my own wedding then.. Rianne in a lovely white flower girl dress, with a diamanté-studded tiara nicely tucked into her hair. Me & KL hand-in-hand strolling down a beautifully decorated aisle of white and champagne, with our princess Rianne walking in front of us. How dreamy is that..
Both KL and I have agreed to do away with the traditional customs of a wedding. That means no dowry, no fetching of the bride, no tea ceremony and no wedding banquet. We will just have our solemnisation and followed by a lunch reception. I know KL has given in to me by agreeing to hold the reception. I am touched by this gesture of his, and very honestly; I cannot wait for it to happen... :)
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
Your missus-to-be, Me
It was like a dream come true when KL suddenly went down on his knees, holding a small square box in his hands..
I knew it was my destiny, our destiny, to be man & wife. I was touched to the core whilst feeling the warmth from the tears rolling down my cheeks.
In the box lies the very beautiful diamond ring, which I have picked previously from the few ring designs KL showed me. A bright sparkly diamond sits in the centre of the ring, accompanied by 2 lovely pink sapphires on both sides of the diamond. A tiny surprise was found on the inside of the ring, with a small diamond embedded into the bottom of the ring. KL later told me the small diamond represents him. :)
I was overwhelmed. Inside me, so many emotions were waiting to burst out in the gorgeous seaview facing suite in Shangri-la Sentosa or otherwise known as Rasa Sentosa.
The clock has just struck 12, and it was officially my birthday when the doorbell to our room rang. KL opened the door and someone on the outside handed him a tray which I could see from the mirror reflection as I sat on the bed. He took that tray straight to me, and it was a chocolate cake with a "Happy Birthday" tag on it. He then reached into his bag, and at that moment; I thought "Yay, he bought me a present when he said he didn't!" It was not a present. It was a birthday card, and he chose one with a really sweet message this year. I read his handwritten note carefully a few times just so I could embrace and cherish the love coming out from his words. Never did it occur to me that his opening sentence has a hidden meaning to it..
"This is a special day for both of us." I thought it meant special celebrating my birthday in a damn lavish way, in this suite which cost KL close to $500! He has instructed me to get the small plates rinsed so as to eat the cake, and so I did in the bathroom where the basin was. I placed both plates on the tabletop of the small corner bar counter, and turned to KL. At this instant, he knelt down and opened a ring box in front of my face. He was saying something at this point, but my eyes were fixated on the bling in the box that I couldn't hear him. These were his exact words : "Ms Regina Lim, will you marry me?"
I couldn't take my eyes off what I saw, and I finally decided to 'test' if what I saw was just a dream. It wasn't. It was KL who removed the beautiful ring from the box, and placed it on my fourth finger. Unfortunately, the ring was too big on my slim finger.
I couldn't resist keeping the ring on my finger, despite it being too big. I asked for a picture of my hands to be taken by KL, so that I can capture this precious moment for eternity. I had wished time would stop at this instant as I have never felt this happy before.
So, I am officially KL's fiancée.. and this day, marks the start of my lifelong happiness..
I knew it was my destiny, our destiny, to be man & wife. I was touched to the core whilst feeling the warmth from the tears rolling down my cheeks.
In the box lies the very beautiful diamond ring, which I have picked previously from the few ring designs KL showed me. A bright sparkly diamond sits in the centre of the ring, accompanied by 2 lovely pink sapphires on both sides of the diamond. A tiny surprise was found on the inside of the ring, with a small diamond embedded into the bottom of the ring. KL later told me the small diamond represents him. :)
I was overwhelmed. Inside me, so many emotions were waiting to burst out in the gorgeous seaview facing suite in Shangri-la Sentosa or otherwise known as Rasa Sentosa.
The clock has just struck 12, and it was officially my birthday when the doorbell to our room rang. KL opened the door and someone on the outside handed him a tray which I could see from the mirror reflection as I sat on the bed. He took that tray straight to me, and it was a chocolate cake with a "Happy Birthday" tag on it. He then reached into his bag, and at that moment; I thought "Yay, he bought me a present when he said he didn't!" It was not a present. It was a birthday card, and he chose one with a really sweet message this year. I read his handwritten note carefully a few times just so I could embrace and cherish the love coming out from his words. Never did it occur to me that his opening sentence has a hidden meaning to it..
"This is a special day for both of us." I thought it meant special celebrating my birthday in a damn lavish way, in this suite which cost KL close to $500! He has instructed me to get the small plates rinsed so as to eat the cake, and so I did in the bathroom where the basin was. I placed both plates on the tabletop of the small corner bar counter, and turned to KL. At this instant, he knelt down and opened a ring box in front of my face. He was saying something at this point, but my eyes were fixated on the bling in the box that I couldn't hear him. These were his exact words : "Ms Regina Lim, will you marry me?"
I couldn't take my eyes off what I saw, and I finally decided to 'test' if what I saw was just a dream. It wasn't. It was KL who removed the beautiful ring from the box, and placed it on my fourth finger. Unfortunately, the ring was too big on my slim finger.
I couldn't resist keeping the ring on my finger, despite it being too big. I asked for a picture of my hands to be taken by KL, so that I can capture this precious moment for eternity. I had wished time would stop at this instant as I have never felt this happy before.
So, I am officially KL's fiancée.. and this day, marks the start of my lifelong happiness..
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Happy & Sad
Is it fair? I ponder after Rianne's appointment at the neurosurgeon.. The most devastating news hit me without any warning, not even the slightest clue I have about my adorable princess being infested with an optical glioma.
A glioma is simply a tumor, and an optical glioma would mean a tumor growth on the optical nerves affecting one's vision; and causing loss of sight ultimately.
I sat speechless, taken aback by what the neurosurgeon had said; my tears just rolled down uncontrollably. Before I know it, I was sobbing like a baby. Rianne have been sitting on my lap obediently as she listened to the unfamiliar doctor whom she registered she will be seeing regularly like the rest of the specialists she sees every 6 months. At this point, she turned around to face me and asked,"Why are you crying, mommy?" I broke down completely.
The neurosurgeon, Dr Seow attempted to console me by saying it could take a long, long time for the glioma to affect Rianne's vision. He said as well as for the tumor to grow in the brain. My mom who has never expected this to fall upon Rianne, asked naively "So, the head will be fine?" Dr Seow knew I might not be able to speak in my current state, spoke on my behalf to my mom in Chinese. It took her a while to understand that a tumor will grow in Rianne's brain indefinitely. Just a matter of when.
Dr Seow elaborated, showing me the slides from Rianne's MRI scan. I finally understood why the brain glioma is inevitable, as the thickening of the optical nerves will eventually flow to the brain.
The nights following Dr Seow's appointment were spent weeping til the wee hours, until my eyes were too strained and decided to shut. I couldn't go to work. I couldn't live like nothing has happened. I kept lamenting and blaming myself for what has happened to Rianne. Along the way, I dragged Papa D into the blame.
Concern and prayers came gushing from friends and relatives who were equally shocked to hear about Rianne. Some of those encouragement really injected a shot of hope and strength into me. I was simply helpless, deciding it was fate that Rianne has to suffer this. I even said, out aloud, that I am willing to take on the suffering for Rianne. If only that can happen..
We were arranged to meet with Rianne's genetic specialist and her eye doctor the few days after seeing Dr Seow. Both appointments delivered very positive feedback on Rianne's current state. Her body development, learning, and speech are all as normal as any other toddler her age. Her vision was the part we were all most concerned about. You can surely imagine how nervous I was walking into the familiar room Rianne walks into every 6 months.
The eye doctor, a very comical one, who never fails to amuse Rianne and even the adults. She has Dr Seow's analysis in the file, and was thinking through what is needed on her end for now. She said the same I heard in Dr Seow's clinic, "There is no need for any immediate treatment for Rianne, as the only thing we could do now is to cut away the thickened optical nerves which will cause Rianne to go blind instantly." Dr Chia in the most comforting mannerism I have ever seen her to be, added that Rianne's current vision is brilliant, the pupils of her eyes are nothing different, and the feel of her eyes are just right. This has been the best news in the whole week, and so I struggled hard to tell myself that positivity will make Rianne stronger.
I cannot help but ask myself again.. Why? Why Rianne? Why can't Rianne be healthy? Why such happy & sad events befall on me altogether? Why, why, why????
A glioma is simply a tumor, and an optical glioma would mean a tumor growth on the optical nerves affecting one's vision; and causing loss of sight ultimately.
I sat speechless, taken aback by what the neurosurgeon had said; my tears just rolled down uncontrollably. Before I know it, I was sobbing like a baby. Rianne have been sitting on my lap obediently as she listened to the unfamiliar doctor whom she registered she will be seeing regularly like the rest of the specialists she sees every 6 months. At this point, she turned around to face me and asked,"Why are you crying, mommy?" I broke down completely.
The neurosurgeon, Dr Seow attempted to console me by saying it could take a long, long time for the glioma to affect Rianne's vision. He said as well as for the tumor to grow in the brain. My mom who has never expected this to fall upon Rianne, asked naively "So, the head will be fine?" Dr Seow knew I might not be able to speak in my current state, spoke on my behalf to my mom in Chinese. It took her a while to understand that a tumor will grow in Rianne's brain indefinitely. Just a matter of when.
Dr Seow elaborated, showing me the slides from Rianne's MRI scan. I finally understood why the brain glioma is inevitable, as the thickening of the optical nerves will eventually flow to the brain.
The nights following Dr Seow's appointment were spent weeping til the wee hours, until my eyes were too strained and decided to shut. I couldn't go to work. I couldn't live like nothing has happened. I kept lamenting and blaming myself for what has happened to Rianne. Along the way, I dragged Papa D into the blame.
Concern and prayers came gushing from friends and relatives who were equally shocked to hear about Rianne. Some of those encouragement really injected a shot of hope and strength into me. I was simply helpless, deciding it was fate that Rianne has to suffer this. I even said, out aloud, that I am willing to take on the suffering for Rianne. If only that can happen..
We were arranged to meet with Rianne's genetic specialist and her eye doctor the few days after seeing Dr Seow. Both appointments delivered very positive feedback on Rianne's current state. Her body development, learning, and speech are all as normal as any other toddler her age. Her vision was the part we were all most concerned about. You can surely imagine how nervous I was walking into the familiar room Rianne walks into every 6 months.
The eye doctor, a very comical one, who never fails to amuse Rianne and even the adults. She has Dr Seow's analysis in the file, and was thinking through what is needed on her end for now. She said the same I heard in Dr Seow's clinic, "There is no need for any immediate treatment for Rianne, as the only thing we could do now is to cut away the thickened optical nerves which will cause Rianne to go blind instantly." Dr Chia in the most comforting mannerism I have ever seen her to be, added that Rianne's current vision is brilliant, the pupils of her eyes are nothing different, and the feel of her eyes are just right. This has been the best news in the whole week, and so I struggled hard to tell myself that positivity will make Rianne stronger.
I cannot help but ask myself again.. Why? Why Rianne? Why can't Rianne be healthy? Why such happy & sad events befall on me altogether? Why, why, why????
Thursday, October 11, 2012
A life so poor..
I remember when Papa D was still around, his fave way of describing himself was what a poor life he've got! It was at some point making him sound so whiny and so..., helpless. I actually could feel his helplessness, right now when I am feeling it for my poor princess.
There's no one to blame except me & Papa D for giving Rianne a life so poor. So sickly that I fear I will lose her just like how we lost Papa D to the dreadful cancer.
Apart from already been confirmed of inheriting her daddy's genetic disease NF1, Rianne has started showing the nasty effects/implications from the disorder. The very first time she experienced a headache was in August. We didn't quite know what to do, or how to react to the unusual complaint from Rianne. Hence, we only took her to a doctor a day after the occurrence of the headache that came with vomitting. The A&E doctor assessed Rianne to be well and probably suffering from a stomach flu which will just go away in a day or two. I was advised by many people at work to treat it seriously, and send Rianne for a scan. I intended to bring it up to the genetic specialist whom Rianne was seeing twice a year in her appointment this month. I couldn't wait til then. Rianne had another headache in Sept, and this time it was more severe.
My mom did not hesitate to send Rianne to the A&E right after she vomitted twice at school. She actually threw up for the third time at my neighbour's door when she and my mom were making their way to the hospital. I am somehow very grateful to the A&E doctor who decided to send Rianne up to the ward for further observation. Rianne was warded for a total of 5 days, and had a drip on for 2 days.
Our genetic specialist, Dr Lai came by to check on Rianne and ruled out the possible viral infection which the ward doctors have diagnosed. She has instructed for an eye test to be performed, and also a MRI scan to be fixed at the soonest available date.
Rianne had the MRI done just this Tuesday, and dramatic I would call it an experience for my 3.5 year old toddler and myself as well. Fasting aside, Rianne has never had anesthesia before. The anesthetist was discussing the various administrations with me, deciding which would be best with the least trauma to Rianne. I know Rianne can be calm with the gas mask on, so I asked for that to be administered instead of through an injection. Indeed, it was a smooth anesthesia with Rianne dozing off within minutes of inhaling from the gas mask. It was the post anesthesia which drove us a little nuts, and again, helpless when we could not do anything to ease Rianne's discomfort except to take turns to carry her when she asked for her grandma or me.
The detailed report of the MRI scan wasn't ready when we needed it, so the ward doctors actually discharged Rianne based on the preliminary results. However, they have told us that Dr Lai has recommended us to see a neurosurgeon which could be beneficial. I didn't think much of that referral since it was Dr Lai's recommendation so it must be only reasonable.
We went home after a 2D1N stay in the A1 ward. Rianne really liked the room as it practically got everything exclusively for her. I took a look at all the papers from the hospital, ensuring that I marked all the appointments onto my calendar. It was then I actually saw the preliminary results of the scan in writing. Those words never got off my head since then. They were like imprinted onto the back of my head and keep reciting on their own to me!
"Preliminary results of the MRI scan showed optical nerves thickening on the right, enhancing post-contrast." I thought there was nothing found from the scan, so I refused to believe what I saw. However, I know I can't deceive myself. As I typed the sentence onto Google search, I could feel my heart skipping beats like it's on a skipping routine. I didn't want to open my eyes to see what I saw on the Internet. It is not exactly negative, neither is it positive.
It seems that it is fairly common to spot optical nerves thickening in children with NF1. But, some other articles have also mentioned that the early symptoms of a glioma (brain tumor) is associated with optical nerves thickening which gives rise to headaches, nausea, vomiting and even loss of vision.
We are seeing the neurosurgeon later, so I really hope to get a clear explanation of the scan results from him. Please, please let my speculations be wrong..
There's no one to blame except me & Papa D for giving Rianne a life so poor. So sickly that I fear I will lose her just like how we lost Papa D to the dreadful cancer.
Apart from already been confirmed of inheriting her daddy's genetic disease NF1, Rianne has started showing the nasty effects/implications from the disorder. The very first time she experienced a headache was in August. We didn't quite know what to do, or how to react to the unusual complaint from Rianne. Hence, we only took her to a doctor a day after the occurrence of the headache that came with vomitting. The A&E doctor assessed Rianne to be well and probably suffering from a stomach flu which will just go away in a day or two. I was advised by many people at work to treat it seriously, and send Rianne for a scan. I intended to bring it up to the genetic specialist whom Rianne was seeing twice a year in her appointment this month. I couldn't wait til then. Rianne had another headache in Sept, and this time it was more severe.
My mom did not hesitate to send Rianne to the A&E right after she vomitted twice at school. She actually threw up for the third time at my neighbour's door when she and my mom were making their way to the hospital. I am somehow very grateful to the A&E doctor who decided to send Rianne up to the ward for further observation. Rianne was warded for a total of 5 days, and had a drip on for 2 days.
Our genetic specialist, Dr Lai came by to check on Rianne and ruled out the possible viral infection which the ward doctors have diagnosed. She has instructed for an eye test to be performed, and also a MRI scan to be fixed at the soonest available date.
Rianne had the MRI done just this Tuesday, and dramatic I would call it an experience for my 3.5 year old toddler and myself as well. Fasting aside, Rianne has never had anesthesia before. The anesthetist was discussing the various administrations with me, deciding which would be best with the least trauma to Rianne. I know Rianne can be calm with the gas mask on, so I asked for that to be administered instead of through an injection. Indeed, it was a smooth anesthesia with Rianne dozing off within minutes of inhaling from the gas mask. It was the post anesthesia which drove us a little nuts, and again, helpless when we could not do anything to ease Rianne's discomfort except to take turns to carry her when she asked for her grandma or me.
The detailed report of the MRI scan wasn't ready when we needed it, so the ward doctors actually discharged Rianne based on the preliminary results. However, they have told us that Dr Lai has recommended us to see a neurosurgeon which could be beneficial. I didn't think much of that referral since it was Dr Lai's recommendation so it must be only reasonable.
We went home after a 2D1N stay in the A1 ward. Rianne really liked the room as it practically got everything exclusively for her. I took a look at all the papers from the hospital, ensuring that I marked all the appointments onto my calendar. It was then I actually saw the preliminary results of the scan in writing. Those words never got off my head since then. They were like imprinted onto the back of my head and keep reciting on their own to me!
"Preliminary results of the MRI scan showed optical nerves thickening on the right, enhancing post-contrast." I thought there was nothing found from the scan, so I refused to believe what I saw. However, I know I can't deceive myself. As I typed the sentence onto Google search, I could feel my heart skipping beats like it's on a skipping routine. I didn't want to open my eyes to see what I saw on the Internet. It is not exactly negative, neither is it positive.
It seems that it is fairly common to spot optical nerves thickening in children with NF1. But, some other articles have also mentioned that the early symptoms of a glioma (brain tumor) is associated with optical nerves thickening which gives rise to headaches, nausea, vomiting and even loss of vision.
We are seeing the neurosurgeon later, so I really hope to get a clear explanation of the scan results from him. Please, please let my speculations be wrong..
Sunday, September 16, 2012
1 is enough
I'm having mixed thoughts about whether "the more the merrier" is plain selfish saying towards the people behind the scene creating the merry. Or is it motivational speech to encourage people who refuse to cross that hurdle of "1 is enough" mindset, to embrace mass?
Honestly if u ask me, it is definitely merrier (per the saying) with more kids (I'm quoting kids coz this is the intent of writing this post) around in a family, especially on a gathering. But how many of you actually go through the hardship of ensuring this merry stay joyous and not at any time, turn into a catastrophe which everyone remember for a long time?!
I have witnessed parents throwing in the towel when they can no longer take one kid's yelling at the sibling, and the other toddler tugging their leg asking to be carried. Actually it is not the nicest experience to young couples who are in contemplate of whether to add a new family member into their happy couple world. I can tell u right off my mouth now that I seriously am procrastinating. Why should I put myself & KL through the possibility of being angry parents and the likelihood of fighting over caring for a second child?
We are happy now, well, actually troubled over bringing up Rianne at times. So, I'm pretty sure we will be contented with the enough noise & frustration now, than to stupidly commit ourselves into a lifelong responsibility.
1 is definitely enough..
Honestly if u ask me, it is definitely merrier (per the saying) with more kids (I'm quoting kids coz this is the intent of writing this post) around in a family, especially on a gathering. But how many of you actually go through the hardship of ensuring this merry stay joyous and not at any time, turn into a catastrophe which everyone remember for a long time?!
I have witnessed parents throwing in the towel when they can no longer take one kid's yelling at the sibling, and the other toddler tugging their leg asking to be carried. Actually it is not the nicest experience to young couples who are in contemplate of whether to add a new family member into their happy couple world. I can tell u right off my mouth now that I seriously am procrastinating. Why should I put myself & KL through the possibility of being angry parents and the likelihood of fighting over caring for a second child?
We are happy now, well, actually troubled over bringing up Rianne at times. So, I'm pretty sure we will be contented with the enough noise & frustration now, than to stupidly commit ourselves into a lifelong responsibility.
1 is definitely enough..
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Same Same??
I am writing this on a taxi on my way home after a very long day at work. 13 hours working non-stop, except breaking for lunch and to go to the loo.
Isn't this same same as my previous job? Indeed it is.. I wonder is it me, or is it just the nature of my work, the extensive job scope, or maybe the heavy-duty load that I am facing?
I cannot believe I have to be up and ready for the next day's work in less than 8hr's time! I am exhausted, if anyone can tell by the 'tone' of my words. I must have a break from this same same work routine. I must take a holiday!!
This holiday will be a long and relaxing one. Most importantly, it must be affordable so that me, my mom & Rianne will not need to'swallow wind' to fill our stomachs when we return.
I'l start planning for the trip, book the flights and eventually pack for it! This plan seems so surreal, that I cannot wait for the trip to happen already.. :)
Isn't this same same as my previous job? Indeed it is.. I wonder is it me, or is it just the nature of my work, the extensive job scope, or maybe the heavy-duty load that I am facing?
I cannot believe I have to be up and ready for the next day's work in less than 8hr's time! I am exhausted, if anyone can tell by the 'tone' of my words. I must have a break from this same same work routine. I must take a holiday!!
This holiday will be a long and relaxing one. Most importantly, it must be affordable so that me, my mom & Rianne will not need to'swallow wind' to fill our stomachs when we return.
I'l start planning for the trip, book the flights and eventually pack for it! This plan seems so surreal, that I cannot wait for the trip to happen already.. :)
Friday, August 10, 2012
Attachment & Disattachment
Ironic isn't it? When u get more & more attached to one beloved, you will get less attached to another. This is what it is for my relationships with KL & Rianne now.
As I watch Rianne grow up each and every day, I can't help thinking how fast she has grown and how this joy (yes, there were joyous moments!) will come to an end once she turn into a teen. I was actually secretly wishing Rianne would always stay the way she was when she was a baby.
I love coming home to a warm welcome filled with hugs & kisses. Hearing that "Let me give you a hug, mommy" immediately terminates all the work unhappiness and fatigue. I also enjoy spending time intended for my shower & dinner with Rianne playing "Build-A-Beetle" game, or flipping through a storybook. Even more fun when Rianne gets into the shower with me, impersonate my teeth-brushing actions, making ice kachang from bubbles on our heads, and eventually getting a lashing from grandma for showering so long!
On the other hand with KL, we weren't chatting on the phone as regularly (daily to be specific) as before and we don't even meet on weekends if I can't. He has started his teaching job, and was home around 4-5pm everyday. As for me, I continued my workaholic lifestyle in my current employment; and finishes work after 9pm every night. Honestly, I am at fault too for drifting apart with KL. However, to my own amazement, I actually don't intend to fix this problem.
Well, KL has recently moved in with me due to some family problems he is facing. Hopefully, I wouldn't be sandwiched anymore between my family and KL since everyone's in the same house. Yay!!!!!!
As I watch Rianne grow up each and every day, I can't help thinking how fast she has grown and how this joy (yes, there were joyous moments!) will come to an end once she turn into a teen. I was actually secretly wishing Rianne would always stay the way she was when she was a baby.
I love coming home to a warm welcome filled with hugs & kisses. Hearing that "Let me give you a hug, mommy" immediately terminates all the work unhappiness and fatigue. I also enjoy spending time intended for my shower & dinner with Rianne playing "Build-A-Beetle" game, or flipping through a storybook. Even more fun when Rianne gets into the shower with me, impersonate my teeth-brushing actions, making ice kachang from bubbles on our heads, and eventually getting a lashing from grandma for showering so long!
On the other hand with KL, we weren't chatting on the phone as regularly (daily to be specific) as before and we don't even meet on weekends if I can't. He has started his teaching job, and was home around 4-5pm everyday. As for me, I continued my workaholic lifestyle in my current employment; and finishes work after 9pm every night. Honestly, I am at fault too for drifting apart with KL. However, to my own amazement, I actually don't intend to fix this problem.
Well, KL has recently moved in with me due to some family problems he is facing. Hopefully, I wouldn't be sandwiched anymore between my family and KL since everyone's in the same house. Yay!!!!!!
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Disappointment
This is probably the biggest disappointment i ever felt in my 1 year plus with KL..
I find it hard to accept this behavior of his, as it is so out of character for him to do that. I will not believe that he can actually abandon me & Rianne for something else; and that something else is not his life nor his family.
I am fine with his intense passion in gaming, as it is afterall not a terrible hobby. I don't mind him spending hours in front of the computer, or even neglecting his meals or his rest for it. It only affects himself, and not me. Little did I expect him, to be so extreme now and actually abandoned me & Rianne for his game.
I am honestly very bothered by this incident, and it seriously made me look at this guy whom I love, in a totally different light. I don't know if I can trust him anymore, I don't even feel assured that he will be here for me & Rianne when we need him.
This may be a stupid reason for a breakup, but I am definitely not going to be so easy on him and have him think that I can be easily pacified when he has walked away from us even under my serious warnings.
I find it hard to accept this behavior of his, as it is so out of character for him to do that. I will not believe that he can actually abandon me & Rianne for something else; and that something else is not his life nor his family.
I am fine with his intense passion in gaming, as it is afterall not a terrible hobby. I don't mind him spending hours in front of the computer, or even neglecting his meals or his rest for it. It only affects himself, and not me. Little did I expect him, to be so extreme now and actually abandoned me & Rianne for his game.
I am honestly very bothered by this incident, and it seriously made me look at this guy whom I love, in a totally different light. I don't know if I can trust him anymore, I don't even feel assured that he will be here for me & Rianne when we need him.
This may be a stupid reason for a breakup, but I am definitely not going to be so easy on him and have him think that I can be easily pacified when he has walked away from us even under my serious warnings.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Proposal.. soon?
I wish, hahaha! I reckon it's not going to happen anytime soon, though KL has been asking for my expectations on the proposal ring.. Doh!
The very first question was popped a while back, asking me about my ring size. I am stupid when it comes to technical specification or dimension, really, like I have no clue of the things I put on my body.
We just couldn't judge my size with the rings I have, so we decided to go with the Tiffany & Co size guide. I happily downloaded the app, have my ring size determined by placing an existing ring onto my phone screen indicated by the app. It was a 5, if I remember correctly. See it's been a while and I have difficulty remembering! Arghhhhh.. yes, nothing happened after that.
The next occurrence of a seemingly proposal prep was when KL told me about this website which sells rings at a relatively cheaper price than jewellers. He sent me the link and asked me to browse through their extensive collection of engagement rings & wedding bands. Needless to say, I was hooked to the site and keep tagging those rings I like. Well, no action from KL again when I was done with that.
Recently, he asked "How much do you think your engagement ring should cost?" I fainted because of the question he asked, and also because of the false hopes I am getting again. I kinda patronized him (Shhhhhh, keep it to yourself!) and said it depends on how much he intend to spend. Obviously it didn't matter to me much since I know nothing will follow after his question.
Then last Friday, we actually went to look at rings... wait, wait, let me finish, look at rings through the windows when the jewellery shops were already closed. Yes, he wanted to do that on purpose as he didn't want to be dragged into buying something he don't to. In fact, he was telling me he will not buy any diamond ring from the jewelry shops as the prices are made higher because of their brands. He even said that diamonds need to be of superior quality, otherwise it wouldn't be worth the money.
For me, I actually would fancy a ring for its design more than the size & quality of the rock itself. Who cares if the diamond is 1 carat big or 0.5 carat, if the design is completely awful and booooooring! That is probably the only difference between KL's & my perspective on the engagement ring.
I actually don't really care if I get a solitaire as my engagement ring, coz I would very much prefer a intricate design over a huge diamond. Also, I don't think any normal quality diamond will be any less sparkling to a higher quality one; so why go to that expense?
I have already seen a good number of engagement rings from Blue Nile, the website recommended by KL. Just thought to share some of the designs I kinda like and very much affordable (less than $3500) here with all.. Of course, the one in yellow gold can only be my choice for the wedding band.
The very first question was popped a while back, asking me about my ring size. I am stupid when it comes to technical specification or dimension, really, like I have no clue of the things I put on my body.
We just couldn't judge my size with the rings I have, so we decided to go with the Tiffany & Co size guide. I happily downloaded the app, have my ring size determined by placing an existing ring onto my phone screen indicated by the app. It was a 5, if I remember correctly. See it's been a while and I have difficulty remembering! Arghhhhh.. yes, nothing happened after that.
The next occurrence of a seemingly proposal prep was when KL told me about this website which sells rings at a relatively cheaper price than jewellers. He sent me the link and asked me to browse through their extensive collection of engagement rings & wedding bands. Needless to say, I was hooked to the site and keep tagging those rings I like. Well, no action from KL again when I was done with that.
Recently, he asked "How much do you think your engagement ring should cost?" I fainted because of the question he asked, and also because of the false hopes I am getting again. I kinda patronized him (Shhhhhh, keep it to yourself!) and said it depends on how much he intend to spend. Obviously it didn't matter to me much since I know nothing will follow after his question.
Then last Friday, we actually went to look at rings... wait, wait, let me finish, look at rings through the windows when the jewellery shops were already closed. Yes, he wanted to do that on purpose as he didn't want to be dragged into buying something he don't to. In fact, he was telling me he will not buy any diamond ring from the jewelry shops as the prices are made higher because of their brands. He even said that diamonds need to be of superior quality, otherwise it wouldn't be worth the money.
For me, I actually would fancy a ring for its design more than the size & quality of the rock itself. Who cares if the diamond is 1 carat big or 0.5 carat, if the design is completely awful and booooooring! That is probably the only difference between KL's & my perspective on the engagement ring.
I actually don't really care if I get a solitaire as my engagement ring, coz I would very much prefer a intricate design over a huge diamond. Also, I don't think any normal quality diamond will be any less sparkling to a higher quality one; so why go to that expense?
I have already seen a good number of engagement rings from Blue Nile, the website recommended by KL. Just thought to share some of the designs I kinda like and very much affordable (less than $3500) here with all.. Of course, the one in yellow gold can only be my choice for the wedding band.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
"I thought I saw a pussy cat!"
Who doesn't know this famous line from the cute yellow canary by the name of Tweety, who's constantly in fear of the scary Sylvester Cat? It is common for a bird to be fearful of the furry nemesis, but of a human? That is unless the human's Ms Rianne..
The weirdest dream that I ever had, has Rianne lying inside an infant basket sleeping. Rianne's caregiver, surprisingly not her grandma, placed a bird in the same basket with Rianne. The birdie got covered by a blanket that was used to cover Rianne too.
Somehow that naughty bird tried to fly out from the blanket and basket, and woke Rianne up as a result. I swear I couldn't believe my eyes when Rianne caught hold of the flyaway bird and pushed it right into her tiny mouth! I screamed and pulled the body out from Rianne's mouth instantly! But the terror didn't stop there. Both the bird and Rianne attempted the second time to fly away, and to swallow the bird alive!
It was almost like a nightmare to me, and that little baby didn't feel a single thing committing that act. So, you tell me, shouldn't a bird fear Rianne; the bird-swallowing baby? Hahaha..
The weirdest dream that I ever had, has Rianne lying inside an infant basket sleeping. Rianne's caregiver, surprisingly not her grandma, placed a bird in the same basket with Rianne. The birdie got covered by a blanket that was used to cover Rianne too.
Somehow that naughty bird tried to fly out from the blanket and basket, and woke Rianne up as a result. I swear I couldn't believe my eyes when Rianne caught hold of the flyaway bird and pushed it right into her tiny mouth! I screamed and pulled the body out from Rianne's mouth instantly! But the terror didn't stop there. Both the bird and Rianne attempted the second time to fly away, and to swallow the bird alive!
It was almost like a nightmare to me, and that little baby didn't feel a single thing committing that act. So, you tell me, shouldn't a bird fear Rianne; the bird-swallowing baby? Hahaha..
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
OMG!!!!
Just when I thought I am already in the darkest pit with extreme bad luck and health, I had to uncover a misfortune!
My mom, not exactly the most attentive caregiver, actually cooked expired macaroni today for Rianne! That awful packet showed a date of 1-Aug-2010 as its expiry date, and trust me; I could literally feel myself hitting the roof when I saw the date!
The explanation my mom gave was, she remembered she just bought that packet of macaroni not too long ago. Refresh my memory, what year is it now?! It is already 2.5 years from year 2010, and by saying "not too long ago"; you'd probably think it is just last month, or a few months back.
Apart from being a little hysterical (which mother wouldn't?!), I am feeling damn bad. How can a mother not know what food goes into your kid's stomach?! How can you be a 100% sure the caregiver is a 100% careful handling your kid's meals?! Rianne had the macaroni twice today. On each of the 2 times, I was enforcing that she was eating it if she wants me to play with her. Shame on you mommy, for forcing your child to eat food that has gone bad.. :(
Rianne has now gone to bed. I also had my share of the bad macaroni. In fact, if I didn't eat the macaroni; no one would ever discover the expiry date was back when Rianne was just 1 year old!
I hope nothing will be wrong with Rianne. She should never have to suffer because of my negligence, and my trusting so much of Rianne's grandmother. I will not forgive myself for not checking or tasting the macaroni before giving it to my daughter.. Really, I shouldn't.
My mom, not exactly the most attentive caregiver, actually cooked expired macaroni today for Rianne! That awful packet showed a date of 1-Aug-2010 as its expiry date, and trust me; I could literally feel myself hitting the roof when I saw the date!
The explanation my mom gave was, she remembered she just bought that packet of macaroni not too long ago. Refresh my memory, what year is it now?! It is already 2.5 years from year 2010, and by saying "not too long ago"; you'd probably think it is just last month, or a few months back.
Apart from being a little hysterical (which mother wouldn't?!), I am feeling damn bad. How can a mother not know what food goes into your kid's stomach?! How can you be a 100% sure the caregiver is a 100% careful handling your kid's meals?! Rianne had the macaroni twice today. On each of the 2 times, I was enforcing that she was eating it if she wants me to play with her. Shame on you mommy, for forcing your child to eat food that has gone bad.. :(
Rianne has now gone to bed. I also had my share of the bad macaroni. In fact, if I didn't eat the macaroni; no one would ever discover the expiry date was back when Rianne was just 1 year old!
I hope nothing will be wrong with Rianne. She should never have to suffer because of my negligence, and my trusting so much of Rianne's grandmother. I will not forgive myself for not checking or tasting the macaroni before giving it to my daughter.. Really, I shouldn't.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Deadly weather
I wonder if anyone of you out there feels the same as I am, feeling like you are killed by the horrid weather with a headache that never goes away, an unbearable urge to throw up but just can't gag when you get to the bowl. That's not all, the disgusting diarrhea? Eeeek...
I'm rather ashamed, and very frustrated that the deadly weather has knocked me out time and time again. In fact, thrice in a short 1 month's time. I have been off sick for 3 times now, and honestly, I am quite scared thinking of the consequences for a newcomer who's still in her probation.
Actually, thinking back, I'm even suspecting if it could be the stress I am undergoing that made me sick. Everything started perfect with excitement and of course, anticipation. However, that anticipation kinda built up unnecessary pressure onto me as the most junior person in the whole team.
I guess looking ahead and keeping a positive mindset, coupled with a healthy body, would be the best medicine right now. But actually, the remedy would work better if the weather can be slightly kinder to mankind; or at least kinder to those who are sick now..
I'm rather ashamed, and very frustrated that the deadly weather has knocked me out time and time again. In fact, thrice in a short 1 month's time. I have been off sick for 3 times now, and honestly, I am quite scared thinking of the consequences for a newcomer who's still in her probation.
Actually, thinking back, I'm even suspecting if it could be the stress I am undergoing that made me sick. Everything started perfect with excitement and of course, anticipation. However, that anticipation kinda built up unnecessary pressure onto me as the most junior person in the whole team.
I guess looking ahead and keeping a positive mindset, coupled with a healthy body, would be the best medicine right now. But actually, the remedy would work better if the weather can be slightly kinder to mankind; or at least kinder to those who are sick now..
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
The nightmare 3!
The 'terrible 2' is a terminology that all parents are very familiar with, especially for those with kids who are aged 2 or above.
You know it is the terrible 2 not only when your toddler blows off 2 candles on the birthday cake and keep requesting to blow again, but also when they throw tantrums if they don't get to do it.
I have been there, gone through that, and am now facing a more horrifying experience than the terrible 2.. I'd like to call it the 'nightmare 3'.
Rianne's 3 now, and very active. So much so that my sister suspects she might be hyper-active. Her favourite game/trick at the moment is to hide away. She finds amazing spots in the house and hide there for a long time until we find her. You will find her at the drying rack beside the fridge with her face covered with the hand cloth, on the sofa all buried under cushions, or amidst her toy baskets and even hiding near my fan camouflaging as one of my many bags of stuff.
Another one thing she enjoy doing is spinning herself round and round, gets giddy and then fall to the floor. Worse, she will just knock onto a cupboard as she falls, and end up with a huge bruise on her forehead! She has got more bruises these days, and I am worried as they are often on the head.
The nightmare 3 also includes bad behaviour and extreme tantrums like hurling abuse at people.. and in Rianne's case, the abuse is physical.
It is common to get slapped on the face, or kicked at your legs when Rianne is pissed with you. Annie Mummy always scream at the top of her voice when her face gets scratched or slapped by naughty Rianne, as her facial skin is really thin now; and so the pain is for sure unbearable. I try to refrain from physical punishment and approach this 'dangerous' issue with Rianne in the most child-appropriate manner I can. However, it doesn't seem to register in Rianne's head no matter how many times she's being put on time-out at the naughty chair. The form teacher at Rianne's class once communicated to me that they are practising the time-out punishment at school, so it will be great if the approach can stay consistent at home as well.
I can continue listing down the nightmare 3 experiences (maybe in another post), but I'm pretty sure you daddies & mommies out there are praying hard now that your 3 year old toddler will not be like Ms Rianne, my nightmare!
You know it is the terrible 2 not only when your toddler blows off 2 candles on the birthday cake and keep requesting to blow again, but also when they throw tantrums if they don't get to do it.
I have been there, gone through that, and am now facing a more horrifying experience than the terrible 2.. I'd like to call it the 'nightmare 3'.
Rianne's 3 now, and very active. So much so that my sister suspects she might be hyper-active. Her favourite game/trick at the moment is to hide away. She finds amazing spots in the house and hide there for a long time until we find her. You will find her at the drying rack beside the fridge with her face covered with the hand cloth, on the sofa all buried under cushions, or amidst her toy baskets and even hiding near my fan camouflaging as one of my many bags of stuff.
Another one thing she enjoy doing is spinning herself round and round, gets giddy and then fall to the floor. Worse, she will just knock onto a cupboard as she falls, and end up with a huge bruise on her forehead! She has got more bruises these days, and I am worried as they are often on the head.
The nightmare 3 also includes bad behaviour and extreme tantrums like hurling abuse at people.. and in Rianne's case, the abuse is physical.
It is common to get slapped on the face, or kicked at your legs when Rianne is pissed with you. Annie Mummy always scream at the top of her voice when her face gets scratched or slapped by naughty Rianne, as her facial skin is really thin now; and so the pain is for sure unbearable. I try to refrain from physical punishment and approach this 'dangerous' issue with Rianne in the most child-appropriate manner I can. However, it doesn't seem to register in Rianne's head no matter how many times she's being put on time-out at the naughty chair. The form teacher at Rianne's class once communicated to me that they are practising the time-out punishment at school, so it will be great if the approach can stay consistent at home as well.
I can continue listing down the nightmare 3 experiences (maybe in another post), but I'm pretty sure you daddies & mommies out there are praying hard now that your 3 year old toddler will not be like Ms Rianne, my nightmare!
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Coughing pains
My cough has been going on for 3 months now, and instead of getting better; it actually got complications.
I am having sharp persistent pain on my left waist everytime I cough. It is weird as the waist should be the least affected part of the body when I cough. I was actually more concerned, and very bothered about the incontinence I was facing than anything else.
Although KL has been nudging me to go consult a doctor about this, I was just dragging it day after day. Until this morning, I experienced the pain again in the shower and I was almost unable to stand up afterwards. It hurt so bad when I was coughing, and when I was trying to spit my phlegm. For a split second, I thought my waist was just going to break.
It didn't get better when I have finished my shower. I started to worry if it could be appendicitis. I continued getting ready for work, but it was so unbearable even when I move my body the slightest bit. I decided then I shouldn't be this stubborn coz I am just destroying my own body.
Headed to the clinic which is available at 7am, but ended up waiting until 7.45am before the doctor finally showed up. Preliminary checks indicate that the sharp pain may be a complication from my prolonged cough, as doctor says the ribs get impacted when I cough persistently. He said he can only diagnose my current situation with an X-ray done. Hence, he sent me off to a chest and ribs X-ray which I can pick up the results later and then go back to see him.
On my way to get the X-ray, the pain actually hit me so hard that I couldn't walk and was grabbing onto a pillar to rest. However the X-ray results shows no abnormalities of my chest and lungs, also no deformation on my left ribs. The doctor kinda concluded that it is nothing serious, but probably just a torn muscle. He asked me to complete the new meds he gave me, and my cough should be gone as well as the pain.
Seriously, I don't really have much faith in doctors nowadays. Spent a fortune consulting them, and never recover from old & new ailments. Let's see how the meds from the doctor will help this time..
I am having sharp persistent pain on my left waist everytime I cough. It is weird as the waist should be the least affected part of the body when I cough. I was actually more concerned, and very bothered about the incontinence I was facing than anything else.
Although KL has been nudging me to go consult a doctor about this, I was just dragging it day after day. Until this morning, I experienced the pain again in the shower and I was almost unable to stand up afterwards. It hurt so bad when I was coughing, and when I was trying to spit my phlegm. For a split second, I thought my waist was just going to break.
It didn't get better when I have finished my shower. I started to worry if it could be appendicitis. I continued getting ready for work, but it was so unbearable even when I move my body the slightest bit. I decided then I shouldn't be this stubborn coz I am just destroying my own body.
Headed to the clinic which is available at 7am, but ended up waiting until 7.45am before the doctor finally showed up. Preliminary checks indicate that the sharp pain may be a complication from my prolonged cough, as doctor says the ribs get impacted when I cough persistently. He said he can only diagnose my current situation with an X-ray done. Hence, he sent me off to a chest and ribs X-ray which I can pick up the results later and then go back to see him.
On my way to get the X-ray, the pain actually hit me so hard that I couldn't walk and was grabbing onto a pillar to rest. However the X-ray results shows no abnormalities of my chest and lungs, also no deformation on my left ribs. The doctor kinda concluded that it is nothing serious, but probably just a torn muscle. He asked me to complete the new meds he gave me, and my cough should be gone as well as the pain.
Seriously, I don't really have much faith in doctors nowadays. Spent a fortune consulting them, and never recover from old & new ailments. Let's see how the meds from the doctor will help this time..
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Excessive & Expensive
I am on a taxi again.. and totally hating myself for it.
Wish I can blame my new employer for having their office located in the city, and then blame someone or something else for making me such a dilly-dally person. Just so, I feel less guilty for incurring all the expensive taxi fares.
However this will not in any way solve the problem, and the monies in my bank account will continue going into the cab company until I do something.
I learnt from all my years of employment that it is imperative to document down things that people say, so that you will not get in a situation where people say they didn't say what they did. Hence, to practise what I preach, I am now putting down the following :
. Thou shall not hit 'snooze' when the alarm rings every morning
. Thou shall drag my feet up, and away from the bed once thou open my eyes
. Thou shall iron my work attire the night before no matter how tired thou am
. Thou shall spend less than 1 hr in making up and dressing myself
. Thou shall take the MRT at all cost, unless I am still at home at 8.10am
I think I have covered the potential areas for causing my excessive and expensive commute to work. I will be really hopeless if I have not came to my senses with the taxi meter showing a total of $32.65 at Suntec!
Wish I can blame my new employer for having their office located in the city, and then blame someone or something else for making me such a dilly-dally person. Just so, I feel less guilty for incurring all the expensive taxi fares.
However this will not in any way solve the problem, and the monies in my bank account will continue going into the cab company until I do something.
I learnt from all my years of employment that it is imperative to document down things that people say, so that you will not get in a situation where people say they didn't say what they did. Hence, to practise what I preach, I am now putting down the following :
. Thou shall not hit 'snooze' when the alarm rings every morning
. Thou shall drag my feet up, and away from the bed once thou open my eyes
. Thou shall iron my work attire the night before no matter how tired thou am
. Thou shall spend less than 1 hr in making up and dressing myself
. Thou shall take the MRT at all cost, unless I am still at home at 8.10am
I think I have covered the potential areas for causing my excessive and expensive commute to work. I will be really hopeless if I have not came to my senses with the taxi meter showing a total of $32.65 at Suntec!
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Crazy me
I have never heard any girl complain about having too many shoes, handbags or even clothes. However, it may seem a tad too much when the girl buys a total of 4 shoes in 1 spree; and another pair in the same week.. Errrrmmmm, yes, I happen to be that girl.
I have been going to this shoe shop in Northpoint, Yishun for quite some time, and never managed to buy anything from them as shoes of my size are always sold out. Hence, I walked into the shop earlier with just an open mind to see if I may have any luck in getting a pair of flats which I am trying to replace my old filthy pair from KL, Malaysia. Little did I expect they would have my size in every single pair I tried!
You know how the story goes next.
I am now sitting on the bus with 2 bags full of shoes, convincing myself that I have got a great deal with those shoes; really cheap they are! Even to the extent of thinking these shoes kinda make up for my loss of sleep the past few days. I feel better already, hah! ;D
I have been going to this shoe shop in Northpoint, Yishun for quite some time, and never managed to buy anything from them as shoes of my size are always sold out. Hence, I walked into the shop earlier with just an open mind to see if I may have any luck in getting a pair of flats which I am trying to replace my old filthy pair from KL, Malaysia. Little did I expect they would have my size in every single pair I tried!
You know how the story goes next.
I am now sitting on the bus with 2 bags full of shoes, convincing myself that I have got a great deal with those shoes; really cheap they are! Even to the extent of thinking these shoes kinda make up for my loss of sleep the past few days. I feel better already, hah! ;D
Monday, June 4, 2012
My little rascal
I don't know whether has the recent passing on of Papa D got anything to do with my increased patience threshold for Rianne's misbehavior, but I do feel the need to be less hard on the little one.
Unlike my mom, she's always on the 'ready-to-yell' mode at Rianne. I mean, I know she's a little rascal; and I really mean that, but still can't you have a little compassion for the girl who has lost her daddy to cancer. As if it isn't sad enough that her daddy died in his early 30s, before she can even grow up to care for him.. :(
Although Papa D has left us for the better (no more suffering!), there is no reason for me to completely erase his existence in Rianne's life. So, the term "daddy" and his name are still very frequently brought up, in order for Rianne to discipline herself like in the presence of a fatherly figure.
Rianne no longer wails when we brought up the passing of her daddy, and I kinda believed she might have come to terms to it. Else, she might have been simply been too oblivious to it, since Papa D has never really been around.
Being the naughty 3, Rianne really proved to be a handful; so much so that I always end up exhausted after every weekend. She's a lot more active, interactive or should I say talkative? A lot sociable, like a social butterfly! Mischievous, and temperamental, she can be extremely demanding and really try all means to get what she wants. Maybe that's where she drives grandma crazy, as the other person has always been in control in the whole household!
I am hoping as Rianne gets older, she will understand and differentiate bad behaviour from the right ones. I don't think I have borne myself a rascal at heart, definitely not the little person who says "I love you mommy" every night and give you a hug that feels like the warmest cashmere ever..
Unlike my mom, she's always on the 'ready-to-yell' mode at Rianne. I mean, I know she's a little rascal; and I really mean that, but still can't you have a little compassion for the girl who has lost her daddy to cancer. As if it isn't sad enough that her daddy died in his early 30s, before she can even grow up to care for him.. :(
Although Papa D has left us for the better (no more suffering!), there is no reason for me to completely erase his existence in Rianne's life. So, the term "daddy" and his name are still very frequently brought up, in order for Rianne to discipline herself like in the presence of a fatherly figure.
Rianne no longer wails when we brought up the passing of her daddy, and I kinda believed she might have come to terms to it. Else, she might have been simply been too oblivious to it, since Papa D has never really been around.
Being the naughty 3, Rianne really proved to be a handful; so much so that I always end up exhausted after every weekend. She's a lot more active, interactive or should I say talkative? A lot sociable, like a social butterfly! Mischievous, and temperamental, she can be extremely demanding and really try all means to get what she wants. Maybe that's where she drives grandma crazy, as the other person has always been in control in the whole household!
I am hoping as Rianne gets older, she will understand and differentiate bad behaviour from the right ones. I don't think I have borne myself a rascal at heart, definitely not the little person who says "I love you mommy" every night and give you a hug that feels like the warmest cashmere ever..
Monday, May 28, 2012
Ambition
I was just thinking the other night, I recall I didn't dream of being what I am today; back in the past.. in the past when I knew what an ambition was, and desired to have the most ridiculous occupation ever - a housewife.
But, at least there was an ambition; something that drives an individual to progress to the destination. I cannot visualise someone's life without an ambition, and what if there are other people in that life with you? It is simply immature to leave a job just because you are unhappy, and not have a better job to throw yourself into. You then give yourself all kinds of excuses like "I resigned without a job because I can afford to", "Why should I force myself to stay in a company if I am not happy there?"
No one should be compelled to stay in a horrible work environment, but it is definitely not the wisest move to leave a job without something else on hand; as there is a possibility you struggle to find the next job. And what about the ambition? You forgot you work your hardest everyday to get to where you dream to be at, and in a flash; the impulsive you throws in a white flag and put a halt to your future.
I am sorry but I ain't exactly sympathetic to people who make unwise calls like this, especially when you know you are accountable to someone; or not at least when you know some people are going to rely on you in the near future. :(
But, at least there was an ambition; something that drives an individual to progress to the destination. I cannot visualise someone's life without an ambition, and what if there are other people in that life with you? It is simply immature to leave a job just because you are unhappy, and not have a better job to throw yourself into. You then give yourself all kinds of excuses like "I resigned without a job because I can afford to", "Why should I force myself to stay in a company if I am not happy there?"
No one should be compelled to stay in a horrible work environment, but it is definitely not the wisest move to leave a job without something else on hand; as there is a possibility you struggle to find the next job. And what about the ambition? You forgot you work your hardest everyday to get to where you dream to be at, and in a flash; the impulsive you throws in a white flag and put a halt to your future.
I am sorry but I ain't exactly sympathetic to people who make unwise calls like this, especially when you know you are accountable to someone; or not at least when you know some people are going to rely on you in the near future. :(
Monday, May 21, 2012
A brand new start
It is still hard to believe that I will no longer travel to the same destination I have been doing for the past 3 years from today onwards, no longer sit in the same office working with the same people, and no longer get to savour the Thai delicacies so conveniently accessible; though getting to the restaurants require a bit of shortage of oxygen as will be holding my breath!
Am both nervous and excited about the new company, environment, and the people I'm going to meet and work with. The uncertainty of how soon and how well I am going to adapt, gives me butterflies in the stomach. But, I am all prepared to rough out any tough sea that may come my way as I am sure today will be better than yesterday.. :)
Am both nervous and excited about the new company, environment, and the people I'm going to meet and work with. The uncertainty of how soon and how well I am going to adapt, gives me butterflies in the stomach. But, I am all prepared to rough out any tough sea that may come my way as I am sure today will be better than yesterday.. :)
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Adios, my friends
Apart from being very expressive, I am also one of those emotional freaks who will cry like a big baby at the slightest drama. So much so that I can even tear hearing my own words!!
There is this saying in both English & Mandarin, "All good things must come to an end". But why should they, I tend to ask. Is it because one should not only get good things, in order to understand misery, or learn to be appreciative? This is absolutely not my intention when I decided to end my journey with my employer of almost 5 years..
I love my job, my boss, my colleagues, as well as the 500+ folks in the organisation! The relationships I have with the staff are really amazing, and that's why it is so hard for me to do what I need to do without shedding a single drop of tear.
A week filled with farewell luncheons & dinners, 2 bouquets of flowers, well wishes and some generous gifts, made me really really touched. I know I stand a place in the hearts of many, and this gives me such a strong sense of job accomplishment; that I can so proudly say that I have done my job well in the 5 years with the company.
There was only 1 negative comment out of the many notes I received. It came from a person whom I believe derives pleasure from doing what she does best.. and I wish her all the best in the organisation, without her strongest rival - me.
There is this saying in both English & Mandarin, "All good things must come to an end". But why should they, I tend to ask. Is it because one should not only get good things, in order to understand misery, or learn to be appreciative? This is absolutely not my intention when I decided to end my journey with my employer of almost 5 years..
I love my job, my boss, my colleagues, as well as the 500+ folks in the organisation! The relationships I have with the staff are really amazing, and that's why it is so hard for me to do what I need to do without shedding a single drop of tear.
A week filled with farewell luncheons & dinners, 2 bouquets of flowers, well wishes and some generous gifts, made me really really touched. I know I stand a place in the hearts of many, and this gives me such a strong sense of job accomplishment; that I can so proudly say that I have done my job well in the 5 years with the company.
There was only 1 negative comment out of the many notes I received. It came from a person whom I believe derives pleasure from doing what she does best.. and I wish her all the best in the organisation, without her strongest rival - me.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Confessions of a shopaholic
If you think this is going to be a post blabbering about my untamed shopping craze, then I'm sorry to disappoint.
I decided to pen down my past experiences with shoppers of the opposite sex, yes, the males. Why would I do that? Nothing personal, dudes; and for sure not trying to attack you peculiar (hope this is not too strong a word!) species on something you are not too well versed in. Just a guide for the ladies who's looking for a shopping companion of the same kind..
One encounter with a guy who pretends to love as much shopping as I did, turns out to be something totally different on the subsequent visits to the mall! Flaring up when I walked down a few more alleys to grab something which I probably don't get it back home, is just so ungentlemanly. You bet I didn't shop anymore ever since that day, until I get back into Singapore. A classic example of guys trying to get into your good books, or worse, into your skirt, by posing to have the same shopaholic trait in them! Why pretend when you obviously don't enjoy, hypocrite!!
Another kind goes by the same theory, no matter what you look at and touch. As long as you have intention to buy, the line will automatically pop up (like an error message prompting on your monitor!), "Do you need this? Is this a want or a need?" Halo, this is the 20th century, we no longer buy things only when we need them; as you never know if you may need them the very next minute! This type just infuriates you, and you'd damn wished you hasn't gone shopping with someone who needs to shop only when there is a need to!
The last one gives you lots of freedom to choose what you want to buy and you can buy for sure; BUT, you cannot buy too many! If identical items (2 or more) show up in your shopping basket, please expect a quick question to 'shoot' in your way.. "Wow, buy so many for what?" Excuse me, it is of course for a reason; and a justifiable reason furthermore! However, the justification just don't seem to get into their heads, as anything more than 1 is deem unnecessary to them. You either love or hate this last category of male shopper, so what's your choice?!
My overall conclusion of the 3 main types - you should never go shopping with guys from any one of those, unless you want to come home feeling dissatisfied or angry!
Last words to those who are relative, or even the direct reflection of the above categories.. You yourself knows your own shopping behaviour which is unacceptable, so my advice is don't go shopping with us girls as shopping to us is like treatment when we feel sick, and bonus when we are well. With you around, it is just like plague that cannot be treated even if we have money. So, please let us be safe and happy!!!!
I decided to pen down my past experiences with shoppers of the opposite sex, yes, the males. Why would I do that? Nothing personal, dudes; and for sure not trying to attack you peculiar (hope this is not too strong a word!) species on something you are not too well versed in. Just a guide for the ladies who's looking for a shopping companion of the same kind..
One encounter with a guy who pretends to love as much shopping as I did, turns out to be something totally different on the subsequent visits to the mall! Flaring up when I walked down a few more alleys to grab something which I probably don't get it back home, is just so ungentlemanly. You bet I didn't shop anymore ever since that day, until I get back into Singapore. A classic example of guys trying to get into your good books, or worse, into your skirt, by posing to have the same shopaholic trait in them! Why pretend when you obviously don't enjoy, hypocrite!!
Another kind goes by the same theory, no matter what you look at and touch. As long as you have intention to buy, the line will automatically pop up (like an error message prompting on your monitor!), "Do you need this? Is this a want or a need?" Halo, this is the 20th century, we no longer buy things only when we need them; as you never know if you may need them the very next minute! This type just infuriates you, and you'd damn wished you hasn't gone shopping with someone who needs to shop only when there is a need to!
The last one gives you lots of freedom to choose what you want to buy and you can buy for sure; BUT, you cannot buy too many! If identical items (2 or more) show up in your shopping basket, please expect a quick question to 'shoot' in your way.. "Wow, buy so many for what?" Excuse me, it is of course for a reason; and a justifiable reason furthermore! However, the justification just don't seem to get into their heads, as anything more than 1 is deem unnecessary to them. You either love or hate this last category of male shopper, so what's your choice?!
My overall conclusion of the 3 main types - you should never go shopping with guys from any one of those, unless you want to come home feeling dissatisfied or angry!
Last words to those who are relative, or even the direct reflection of the above categories.. You yourself knows your own shopping behaviour which is unacceptable, so my advice is don't go shopping with us girls as shopping to us is like treatment when we feel sick, and bonus when we are well. With you around, it is just like plague that cannot be treated even if we have money. So, please let us be safe and happy!!!!
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Saigon, Saigon
We left for Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam last Thursday morning. It is almost a year me & KL were together, hence we wanted to go for a little honeymoon; and HCM is it.
I guess when it comes to a short trip, both KL & me are quite similar in thinking. We don't reckon we need to spend a lot on luxurious accommodation, fine dining & drinks, or even expensive pampering of ourselves. But a little tourist shopping would be nice.
It was unusually pouring, which I thought is impossible in this sunny city. Lots of motorcyclists (I mean really a lot!) were drenched, many went hiding onto sidewalks, waiting patiently for the downpour to be over.
We were at our hotel by late noon, and waited for a swop in rooms as the one they gave us was a tad too small. Not like both of us are giants, but it will be wonderful to have a spacious room.
The area where our hotel is at, is nearer to the 'high-end' places like Opera View, the REX & Sheraton hotel. You will find the brands in the mall familiar, like you would see them home in Singapore or any other countries you go to. One good thing about staying at La Jolie hotel is, it is near to Dong Khoi Street which has many restaurants & tailors. One of which is the highly recommended Lemongrass Restaurant. A fusion of Viet & Thai cuisine, the Lemongrass restaurant is perfect for tourists who are particular about cleanliness and overall ambience. We had our first dinner there at Lemongrass, and it cannot be better.
We kinda knew what we wanted out of our HCM trip. So, we planned our money wisely to allow ourselves to do what we want to do.
2 amazing day tours to Cu Chi Tunnels and the Mekong Delta made our HCM trip unbelievably special! We were caught in a storm while our boat was on the Mekong River. Without an umbrella nor a poncho, we were freezing hard as the wind and rain hit us. That was not all. Imagine a boat of 22 passengers were all leaning on one side, avoiding rain. How dangerous it was, as the boat might just capsize and all of us will end up in the river! We survived the Mekong tour with the most unforgettable experience any traveller in HCM would have gotten..
If I am given another chance to choose the destination of our trip, it will still be Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. :)
I guess when it comes to a short trip, both KL & me are quite similar in thinking. We don't reckon we need to spend a lot on luxurious accommodation, fine dining & drinks, or even expensive pampering of ourselves. But a little tourist shopping would be nice.
It was unusually pouring, which I thought is impossible in this sunny city. Lots of motorcyclists (I mean really a lot!) were drenched, many went hiding onto sidewalks, waiting patiently for the downpour to be over.
We were at our hotel by late noon, and waited for a swop in rooms as the one they gave us was a tad too small. Not like both of us are giants, but it will be wonderful to have a spacious room.
The area where our hotel is at, is nearer to the 'high-end' places like Opera View, the REX & Sheraton hotel. You will find the brands in the mall familiar, like you would see them home in Singapore or any other countries you go to. One good thing about staying at La Jolie hotel is, it is near to Dong Khoi Street which has many restaurants & tailors. One of which is the highly recommended Lemongrass Restaurant. A fusion of Viet & Thai cuisine, the Lemongrass restaurant is perfect for tourists who are particular about cleanliness and overall ambience. We had our first dinner there at Lemongrass, and it cannot be better.
We kinda knew what we wanted out of our HCM trip. So, we planned our money wisely to allow ourselves to do what we want to do.
2 amazing day tours to Cu Chi Tunnels and the Mekong Delta made our HCM trip unbelievably special! We were caught in a storm while our boat was on the Mekong River. Without an umbrella nor a poncho, we were freezing hard as the wind and rain hit us. That was not all. Imagine a boat of 22 passengers were all leaning on one side, avoiding rain. How dangerous it was, as the boat might just capsize and all of us will end up in the river! We survived the Mekong tour with the most unforgettable experience any traveller in HCM would have gotten..
If I am given another chance to choose the destination of our trip, it will still be Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. :)
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Huge decision made.. Tomorrow will be better
Yes, it was probably the hardest decision (second to deciding to keep my Princess) I ever have to make in a long time. I did, in hope of a better tomorrow..
My friend, a lot wiser and who have been through so much in her life, shared with me again on The Secret. Instead of wishing that tomorrow wouldn't be as bad as the day before, you should be wishing that tomorrow would be a better day. For a while, I thought what is the difference; just phrasing sentences differently only! Then I got enlightened, the key is if u are already engaging in negative thoughts; things will turn out negatively as you had said them to be. However if you have wished for things to be happening positively, they will as that is what you want!
Got it? So, come on, let positivity fill your mind and you will very soon be on your way to The Secret.. All the best! :)
My friend, a lot wiser and who have been through so much in her life, shared with me again on The Secret. Instead of wishing that tomorrow wouldn't be as bad as the day before, you should be wishing that tomorrow would be a better day. For a while, I thought what is the difference; just phrasing sentences differently only! Then I got enlightened, the key is if u are already engaging in negative thoughts; things will turn out negatively as you had said them to be. However if you have wished for things to be happening positively, they will as that is what you want!
Got it? So, come on, let positivity fill your mind and you will very soon be on your way to The Secret.. All the best! :)
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Ours & Us
We are getting there.. again! Yes, again, with a 2nd flat application this time for the Sale of balance flats in Sembawang. Somehow KL was convinced that it will be numerous attempts before we successfully get to select a flat. But not me..
We went for this Sale of Balance Flats with more priorities than just being normal 1st time flat purchasers. We reckon that everyone would be 1st timers, and from our previous experience, we know for sure that there will be people with other priorities/privileges tagged along. So, to be really assured of a chance to select a flat, we need to increase our number of ballot chances.
We are lucky that in this round of sales launch, there are balance flats in many many areas. In fact, HDB announced that this time has the most number of balance flats available in 26 estates. With so many flats available, lesser people will be vying for the same flat as you. We are also leveraging on the living near parent priority scheme, in hope to get an Executive Apartment/5-room flat in Sembawang. Instead of the usual 2 chances, we get 4 chances this time; out of the total 34 applications received for the Sembawang flats.
Ballot results will be made known to us end of this month. I am crossing my fingers, and if it does help, my toes as well, to hope that we will get our ideal flat this time!
We went for this Sale of Balance Flats with more priorities than just being normal 1st time flat purchasers. We reckon that everyone would be 1st timers, and from our previous experience, we know for sure that there will be people with other priorities/privileges tagged along. So, to be really assured of a chance to select a flat, we need to increase our number of ballot chances.
We are lucky that in this round of sales launch, there are balance flats in many many areas. In fact, HDB announced that this time has the most number of balance flats available in 26 estates. With so many flats available, lesser people will be vying for the same flat as you. We are also leveraging on the living near parent priority scheme, in hope to get an Executive Apartment/5-room flat in Sembawang. Instead of the usual 2 chances, we get 4 chances this time; out of the total 34 applications received for the Sembawang flats.
Ballot results will be made known to us end of this month. I am crossing my fingers, and if it does help, my toes as well, to hope that we will get our ideal flat this time!
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Long term goal vs short term
I am writing this post for 2 reasons.
One being I am really very much stuck in a rut at my current workplace, until I almost don't know what I exactly want in my career. Secondly, with the present situation in KL's family, there is potentially a chance of me being deprived of owning our own house and living our lives alone.
Obviously I have a say in deciding on the former. Only I myself can conclude if HR is the path I want to take, and continue walking down it for a long, long time or, will my future be something else?
KL was sharing with me the possible scenarios that could take place with 1 of his family members going away permanently. We could get a place together with his mom; and live together. She can choose to take care of Rianne for us, or continue working. This place we are looking at, will be a ready-to-move in flat >> translated : a resale flat.
I have never fancied a resale flat, be it because of its cost, or because it is not new. I appreciate the privilege of being a Singaporean gets to enjoy buying new flats with payment coming out mostly from CPF. So, it never cross my mind to give up on this advantage and pay a lot more on a flat which may have several owners before. The claw points on purchasing a resale flat are quite easily seen by past incidents of loansharks harassing new occupants of a flat previously occupied by a debtor, or bad conditions of the flat only showing after the new tenants live in. Another thing I most dread happening in a resale flat, is the possibility of the house being 'unclean'; i.e. haunted.
You may not know the full history of the house and its occupants before, so you wouldn't know if any horrible things occurred in the place. It is not myself that I worry about being harassed by the "unknown", but for Rianne. She's just a child, and you never know if whatever it may be, is harmless or not.
Lastly, I am quite sure it will be extremely difficult to agree on a location of the flat. KL is so dead bent on choosing a location that is conveniently located near a MRT station, which means the house may have potentially been around for quite a number of years.
To be frank, I have yet given my word to purchase a resale flat; and to buying it and staying together with KL's mom. I am not certain at all, if I want to do all that..
One being I am really very much stuck in a rut at my current workplace, until I almost don't know what I exactly want in my career. Secondly, with the present situation in KL's family, there is potentially a chance of me being deprived of owning our own house and living our lives alone.
Obviously I have a say in deciding on the former. Only I myself can conclude if HR is the path I want to take, and continue walking down it for a long, long time or, will my future be something else?
KL was sharing with me the possible scenarios that could take place with 1 of his family members going away permanently. We could get a place together with his mom; and live together. She can choose to take care of Rianne for us, or continue working. This place we are looking at, will be a ready-to-move in flat >> translated : a resale flat.
I have never fancied a resale flat, be it because of its cost, or because it is not new. I appreciate the privilege of being a Singaporean gets to enjoy buying new flats with payment coming out mostly from CPF. So, it never cross my mind to give up on this advantage and pay a lot more on a flat which may have several owners before. The claw points on purchasing a resale flat are quite easily seen by past incidents of loansharks harassing new occupants of a flat previously occupied by a debtor, or bad conditions of the flat only showing after the new tenants live in. Another thing I most dread happening in a resale flat, is the possibility of the house being 'unclean'; i.e. haunted.
You may not know the full history of the house and its occupants before, so you wouldn't know if any horrible things occurred in the place. It is not myself that I worry about being harassed by the "unknown", but for Rianne. She's just a child, and you never know if whatever it may be, is harmless or not.
Lastly, I am quite sure it will be extremely difficult to agree on a location of the flat. KL is so dead bent on choosing a location that is conveniently located near a MRT station, which means the house may have potentially been around for quite a number of years.
To be frank, I have yet given my word to purchase a resale flat; and to buying it and staying together with KL's mom. I am not certain at all, if I want to do all that..
Monday, March 19, 2012
The Woman In Black- 3/5 popcorns
At first, I really didn't think the male lead in the movie "The Woman In Black" is the same person as Harry Porter. No way can it be him, as he is supposed to play a young (but not teeny weeny) attorney whose wife died giving birth to their son. So, Daniel Radcliffe, more known as Harry Porter, plays a much older character than his own just as in the final episode of Harry Porter.
The story started off pretty disturbing when children of an old English village died mysteriously, one after another.. Suspense and horror filled my heart throughout the movie, and honestly, I stopped feeling bothered by Harry Porter acting old again.
This isn't the typical Asian horror film. No ghost hiding under the bed, nor will they crawl out from some well or worse TV set! I'd think "The Woman In Black" is a classy horror movie, perfect if you detest corny scenes with helpless girls screaming their heads out and their stupid feet totally un-moveable at the sight of the ghost!
"The Woman In Black" gets 3 popcorn from me..
The story started off pretty disturbing when children of an old English village died mysteriously, one after another.. Suspense and horror filled my heart throughout the movie, and honestly, I stopped feeling bothered by Harry Porter acting old again.
This isn't the typical Asian horror film. No ghost hiding under the bed, nor will they crawl out from some well or worse TV set! I'd think "The Woman In Black" is a classy horror movie, perfect if you detest corny scenes with helpless girls screaming their heads out and their stupid feet totally un-moveable at the sight of the ghost!
"The Woman In Black" gets 3 popcorn from me..
Sunday, March 4, 2012
我会讲华语
It is quite amazing how Rianne picks up Chinese, and saying it like she learnt the language a long, long time ago..
She used to reject the language, by refusing to answer us in the same when we spoke Chinese. I thought she probably don't have the affinity with Chinese. And I certainly wasn't very enthusiastic in teaching her Chinese.
Now, she will just speak in Chinese to us and sometimes with a mix of English as well. Her use of words is pretty impressive, as she can say "好朋友", "你讲什么?", "在那边", "放手!"
I somehow believe Rianne is gifted, really.. The things that come out from her mouth, not only amaze but amuse us as well. She goes to the supermarket, and at the sanitary pads shelves, she took a packet of the pantyliners and told me she needs to use these pad pad. It comes furthermore with action of the actual application of the pantyliners! Yes, she demonstrated.
Fainted..
She used to reject the language, by refusing to answer us in the same when we spoke Chinese. I thought she probably don't have the affinity with Chinese. And I certainly wasn't very enthusiastic in teaching her Chinese.
Now, she will just speak in Chinese to us and sometimes with a mix of English as well. Her use of words is pretty impressive, as she can say "好朋友", "你讲什么?", "在那边", "放手!"
I somehow believe Rianne is gifted, really.. The things that come out from her mouth, not only amaze but amuse us as well. She goes to the supermarket, and at the sanitary pads shelves, she took a packet of the pantyliners and told me she needs to use these pad pad. It comes furthermore with action of the actual application of the pantyliners! Yes, she demonstrated.
Fainted..
Monday, January 16, 2012
Not fast and very furious!!!
I'm usually very calm, though I may just whine and cry out loud for a while. But this time, I am utterly disappointed and furious with our country's transportation system.
I have reasons to suspect that there is a conspiracy around the recent hike in taxi fare. Trains breakdown after what seems like a few decades, buses take forever to come despite estimated frequencies were openly placed on boards. All these easily contribute to public's distrust for trains & buses, and they opt for the safer form of transportation - taxis.
Then it seems so ever timely for a hike in taxi fares during the busiest time of a day, peak hours. People working in corporate organisations who "die-die" have to comply with the official start time, will have no choice but to part with their money to get to work on time. Just like me, who has responsibility to be at work at 9am on most days, are paying ridiculous amount of money on taxi rides. Even so, it doesn't guarantee I wouldn't get in late!
I am writing this on a taxi, stuck in non-moving traffic; barely halfway into the journey to work and just 10 mins away from my official start time. All these because of a SMRT feeder bus which failed to come after 30mins..
I have reasons to suspect that there is a conspiracy around the recent hike in taxi fare. Trains breakdown after what seems like a few decades, buses take forever to come despite estimated frequencies were openly placed on boards. All these easily contribute to public's distrust for trains & buses, and they opt for the safer form of transportation - taxis.
Then it seems so ever timely for a hike in taxi fares during the busiest time of a day, peak hours. People working in corporate organisations who "die-die" have to comply with the official start time, will have no choice but to part with their money to get to work on time. Just like me, who has responsibility to be at work at 9am on most days, are paying ridiculous amount of money on taxi rides. Even so, it doesn't guarantee I wouldn't get in late!
I am writing this on a taxi, stuck in non-moving traffic; barely halfway into the journey to work and just 10 mins away from my official start time. All these because of a SMRT feeder bus which failed to come after 30mins..
Spring cleaning
I was woken up by my incredibly annoying mom!! Her nonsensical behaviour really irks me, and she has got no idea how frustrating it is for someone in their sleep to be waking up unwillingly, to listen to her crap!!
I am more than 100% sure that the 'rag & bone' spirit my grandma has, runs in her blood. In fact, this is such an obvious trait in my aunt too, that I cannot not believe how my grandma has 'ruined' both her daughters and made them Madam Rag & Bone.
It was so hard cleaning up the house with my mom, as we each have our ways of tidying up things, and our own concept of reusable stuff. I don't believe everything is reusable; especially when the items have already outlived their lifespans.
Take shoes, for example. They are as good as gone forever when they don't look the same as how you bought them initially. Throwing away old shoes which are not wearable anymore, doesn't threaten me at all. In fact I am happy that old shoes are not given a new lease of life by cobblers, as their ROI may have been reached and so pointless to revive them with a cost.
Ok, enough of shoes and spring cleaning. I need to get back to sleep, and prepare myself for a tough day at work tomorrow.
I am more than 100% sure that the 'rag & bone' spirit my grandma has, runs in her blood. In fact, this is such an obvious trait in my aunt too, that I cannot not believe how my grandma has 'ruined' both her daughters and made them Madam Rag & Bone.
It was so hard cleaning up the house with my mom, as we each have our ways of tidying up things, and our own concept of reusable stuff. I don't believe everything is reusable; especially when the items have already outlived their lifespans.
Take shoes, for example. They are as good as gone forever when they don't look the same as how you bought them initially. Throwing away old shoes which are not wearable anymore, doesn't threaten me at all. In fact I am happy that old shoes are not given a new lease of life by cobblers, as their ROI may have been reached and so pointless to revive them with a cost.
Ok, enough of shoes and spring cleaning. I need to get back to sleep, and prepare myself for a tough day at work tomorrow.
Push-over
I hate to resort to such measure, as I am never the impulsive and insensible sort. However, when people push me over my limits, I will stand up for myself and fight for my due deserves.
I am struggling to come to terms with what I would never imagine a co-worker, a team member, a personal friend, would do to me. An act which only the person who committed it, will be able to justify the reasons for it. All I can say is, I feel stabbed; stabbed from behind.
I am not afraid to say out loud that, it was nothing but a despicable move to climb ahead of me. If the whole objective is to shine and be the one & only star in the sky, then you shouldn't be working for anyone; let alone working in a team.
I will definitely throw up if I sighted the words "team player" anywhere on your resume.. and I don't assume it is too hard to know why.
Well, good luck for now and I am absolutely sure that you & me, never will be friends again.
I am struggling to come to terms with what I would never imagine a co-worker, a team member, a personal friend, would do to me. An act which only the person who committed it, will be able to justify the reasons for it. All I can say is, I feel stabbed; stabbed from behind.
I am not afraid to say out loud that, it was nothing but a despicable move to climb ahead of me. If the whole objective is to shine and be the one & only star in the sky, then you shouldn't be working for anyone; let alone working in a team.
I will definitely throw up if I sighted the words "team player" anywhere on your resume.. and I don't assume it is too hard to know why.
Well, good luck for now and I am absolutely sure that you & me, never will be friends again.
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