Christmas

My favorite time of the year. Although I'm not a Christian, I love the ambiance of it. Somehow a peaceful presence can be felt amidst the dazzling lights and the rushing crowds. It will be better if I could spend it somewhere else, somewhere away from this city and be at a quiet cottage overlooking the mountains or ocean, lost in nature. It would even be better, if I am with people I love, but I will not mind if I am alone. Peace is something we hardly can get enough of in this time and age. One year ago, exactly this moment, the feeling was far from peaceful. The air was tense, and everything was incoherent. Days were muddled, filled with unsolved and missing puzzles. But throughout the agony, there is always one source of hope. This source helps you find strength to cope with a loss, and to help you stand firm on your feet. This source of hope heals the hole in your heart and shows you that you do have the ability to overcome your fears once again. This year, my source of hope will not be here with me on Christmas, but I will like to thank her for making me feel tranquil, at ease, and no longer lonely. Jasmin Khoo, may your Christmas be full of love and peace. And hopfully next Christmas you will spend it with me, and with the other special someone that only has you in his heart. Ho Ho Ho!~

Elva Hsiao's new album

My favs are 坦白, 倒数, 我陪你哭.

Restless

Occasionally, we have restless days. These are one of those days when we look back at the past 1 year to reflect on what had happened in our lives. These are also one of the times when we think, where are the plans that were supposed to happen, supposed to be fulfilled? Why are they not in the real world? Are some of us really that bad a planner? Or maybe we should think about the surrounding factors that affect our plans. For example, People. Humans are selfish in nature, and often one will think for one self in any situation. Who are we to blame, when we put in effort in hoping that things will work, while others do not reciprocate? Worst still, some of us might get opposite reactions; instead of being thankful, we might be accused of having certain agendas. Repeatedly, we were given many empty promises, tinted pictures. As jaded as we had felt, we still cling on to traces of hope, in an attempt to make things work. In the end, we were again greeted by this thing called disappointment, and forced to sink back in to reality. Yeah these are one of those days we need a tequila, martini and belini to wash down that monday blues out of our dysfunctional system.

Good night and sweetest dreams

There are times when so many things in life touched our hearts. These are the things you know you will not forget no matter how long it takes. These are also the things that whenever you feel down, you will often hold on to these memories and wonder why, why do they have to go away. Many a times, we wish we could turn back time, to make things work, to correct certain things in our lives. What we did not wonder is, maybe we had already corrected them in certain ways, therefore it is time for us to move on, to help other people, amend other things. Probably in order for us to concentrate on helping others, we need to stay away from the ones we helped previously, the ones we touched their lives before so they can move on to help the people in need of their attention. Probably these are also the memories that we go through and need not ponder about the 'what if' question...
Having someone to wait for you to turn in before going away is probably 1 of the hardest thing to forget...

Single ladies

Single. Yes this is the word I use when people ask me if I'm attached. I am single and proud of it. But judging by their mortified look (usually accompanied with a hint of suspicion dying to ask "Are you lesbian?"), I wonder what's wrong with women being single in their 20s in this time and age. Next question or rather next judgement, "Must be expectations too high right." Noticed how it was phrased as a statement. But if it happens it will happen, right? Single women, pledge with me -
We, the liberal women of Singapore. Pledge ourselves to find that perfect husband. Regardless of race, language or religion. To build that flawless penthouse of our dreams. Based on exquisite location with wise investment. So as to achieve happiness, prosperity and commitment for our children. Some of you may prefer the last sentence to be in this way - So as to achieve hapiness, properity and endless affairs with 3rd parties (usually richer 3rd parties).

Maybe its the generation we are in today. Single/Attached/Married individuals date Single/Attached/Married people. Why can't people commit to that special someone these days? Maybe I'm too old-fashioned, so old-fashioned perspective ladies like me can't find that old-fashioned Mr Right. So, what does it take for a man to commit? A super nice guy friend (married, not gay) offered this - "It is the will to let go of all lust and temptations and be faithful to one. It is not easy but can be done." Enough said.

black rose

for my bong friend for your birthday! cya on saturday :)

hectic month

busy busy busy. from the moment I step into the office till I step out of it. i happen to chance upon my old blog specially for my friends... here it is...

i believe in angels. i imagine them to be like toddlers with wings, invisible to the human eye. they watch over human beings from a distance, to protect them, to keep them safe. i was right, but they came in a different form. they came as "friends". i sincerely wana thank these angels, who constantly encourage me, believe in me, be there for me. u know who u are. u never turn me away whenever i need u to be there.

i thank u for keeping an eye on eligible guys for me, but dun u worry i'm still straight although i am secretly in love with elva. (ok i edited abit from the original post) i thank u for shaking me back to reality whenever i talk to u about my wentworth darling. i thank u for surprising me whenever the day comes for me to get older. i thank u for buying my accessories and i know that deep down u gals just wana support me. i thank u for accepting my nonsense, my craps, my blabbering. most importantly, i thank u for ur decade friendships, and i hope another 10 yrs down the road, we are not only bringing Zann to school but also teaching him how to wow gals and MJs. abso-fucking-lutely PERFECT!