tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154496372024-03-08T08:42:34.710+08:00life's memories*life is beautiful.. a long journey filled with wonders waiting to be discovered. Do stop n think at crossroads or humps, do not be hasty.. and also not forget to spend some time enjoying the simple things in life where money can't buy... :)piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.comBlogger337125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-81770852105522156762012-07-18T23:43:00.004+08:002012-07-18T23:43:51.160+08:00Yet Another Faint Episode<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It couldn't be any less embarrassing for me.<br />
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On my way back from work, decided to give my 14th contribution to the blood supplies of Singapore. And so alas, happily after reducing a certain load of iron, and replenished myself with a cup of hot milo, I made my way home by taking the MRT. What a wise choice of transportation Joanne Lim! Of course there wasn't any seat at that rush hour. And I was still making fun of the fact that a person with bandaged arm never gets a seat.<br />
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I survived well until 2 stations before my intended stop, I knew I was going to get a faint spell, asked a hot guy in pink shirt to give his seat to me. Yes, he was kind enough to give me his seat. I tried my best not to throw up in the train. After I reached my destination, I asked the same guy to help me out of the train too. You see, getting in/out of the train at that hour is almost impossible when you have limited energy left.<br />
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Finally some fresh air!<br />
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I thanked the guy went straight to the bench. Didn't know or care whatever that happened around me. I sat down. Next thing I knew I was having a dream that I was in the MRT platform and lying on the ground. Guess what? I WAS lying on the ground. ultimate embarrassment. I don't have to tell you the stares and the attention. SMRT staff, onlookers, and I dunno... bah. Found my specs on the ground dented, gathered myself up sit on the bench, got my phone and dialed help.<br />
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Thank you for being there to help a distress woman.<br />
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Oh yes, I forgot to mention the end bit. I was wheel-chaired out of the station all the way back home.<br />
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All in all, it was a rather scary episode. Scary because, I realized how dangerous it could be if one is unconscious, one knows nothing that's happening. If this is how death would be, a consolation to all is that, it is a painless experience. not if you wake up and realized you got hurt.<br />
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That was it. And I really really do hope that no one recognizes me as the girl who fainted. fingers crossed.<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It's a cold sunny day, currently at 13degC, I dislike the cold air. And the day is moving slowly... like slllooooooowlly.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Not a good day, I'm feeling so guilty for having left the garage door open. Well technically, I didn't leave it open, instead I accidentally unknowingly pressed the remote controller of the garage door while walking away from it heading to the bus stop. So is self inflict guilt upon myself would make myself feel better about the incident? NO. Hence, logically, I should NOT feel guilty since it doesn't help elevate the situation nor change the outcome. YES. But, being a normal human who is , in my opinion, idiotic, we LIKE to feel bad about ourselves and telling yourself that feeling bad about it is the right thing to do. Well for sure, I will remember the garage incident whenever I have to close a garage for the rest of my life. Awesome, another item on the paranoid list. kaching!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Why am I such a moron? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And then life goes on, we all pretend that the morning incident was not a big deal, regardless how everyone has felt or is feeling. We all wear a smile, but what lies beneath is for you to imagine, not for you to find out.</span></div>
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</div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-42074074792973482592011-11-18T12:52:00.003+08:002011-11-18T13:02:59.717+08:00me time<span class="Apple-style-span" >Enjoying my me time, cleaning my room :) while listening to piano instrumental background music, on a Friday morning. And just doing nothing. Don't even feel like stepping out from the nice flat (my temporary bubble).</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >How I miss the peacefulness and sheer bliss of solitary.. NICE (:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >It's going to be a great day, great weekend and it will only get better.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I'm on a temporary escape from stupidity, ignorance, peabrains and nitwits! Haha, yes I'm such an evil selfish bitch. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cheers to all the awesome people out there!</span></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-61610303863061934612011-06-14T23:32:00.003+08:002011-06-14T23:43:41.399+08:00peaceful night (:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It is one of the rare nights where I feel at peace, very much at peace. It is as if nothing else matters. (:</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tonight is quiet, no drilling sound from the flat downstairs, no TV noises, no chatters... just the sound of me typing away on the keyboard and the music playing on my macbook. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">perfecto.</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I love tonight's serenity. I wish the same to you too :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-15101139132702430412011-06-12T23:46:00.002+08:002011-06-13T00:17:30.222+08:00Another randomness<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I didn't realize that it has been this long since I have last contributed to this blog of mine. I question its existence or rather, its non-existence in this cob-webbed world. Who reads blogs these days, when they have Facebook and Twitters and whatever they are. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It has been very eventful for the past few months, more than half a year has gone by since I last updated. Guess what was my last post, I was confused and crazy. Do you want to make a wild guess what situation I am in now? BINGO, confused and yes, still crazy, for some people. It depends on your perception of what's normal and what's not normal, to define the line of insanity, :) I'll leave that to you.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Actually I just missed writing, or perhaps, talking (writing, I meant) to myself. Writing allows me to talk aloud to myself, and I don't really care if it makes sense or otherwise to whoever that is reading them. This is meant for me, not you, sorry there.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I think, the world is getting crazy, the people are crazy. Maybe I don't fit in here anymore. I do not feel compelled to conform to society, yet I also feel foreign within the sea of familiarities. So many why(s) in everyday lives yet no answers.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I've decided, let's not get into there, it's gonna be a real commotion if I were to start on the whole crazy topic. Let's fill in the 6months gap here. Let's see, I've finished year 1 of my studies, studied and sat for 6 papers, yes that was a feat, considering I had to work AND study, haha. I've successfully neglected most of my friends, well done Joanne on that. I went to Yogjakarta, it was my first trip for this year and it was GREAT. Now just don't ask me where's Yogjakarta, since you are reading it, which means you have the luxury of Google. Use that. Thank you. I completed my 2nd half marathon in Sepang. After exams, I went hiking with my family up Broga Hill in KL, I learned ice-cream making, I went mangrove kayaking, I learned about dog shelters, volunteered and painted mural wall with my friends, all in 1 month and life is still moving at a rather fair speed.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh and one last thing, I finally got myself to watch the Star Wars Series, didn't complete all 6 episodes. But, it's suffice (: May the force be with you. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's an abrupt end, I'm tired, I don't care, and I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight folks!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-5187945558695981032010-11-30T23:37:00.002+08:002010-11-30T23:44:02.149+08:00do I need a shrink?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1. Do you hear voices in your head?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">2. Do you talk to yourself?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">3. Do you have an imaginary friend?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If you have answered yes to all 3 questions above, you probably need to see a psychiatrist to get your head treated. A wire in your brain probably is loose or disconnected or something. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Good luck. No, I do not have a recommendation for you. If you have found one who is good, let me know, will be handy to have his/her contact.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thank you.</span></span></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-54815160338225442832010-10-31T23:11:00.003+08:002010-10-31T23:23:29.816+08:00good begets good<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That's how the universe is :) and once again, life is good, I hope that it only gets better, one way or another.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Despite how selfish human beings are, how dysfunctional society has become, the fundamental universal law holds - good begets good. </span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'm very thankful for the great, friendly and nice people that I have met along the way. The people who have extended their help in one way or another. The people who have made me to who I am today. And most of all, the people who has given me opportunity to be myself, liking me for who I am, and to be truthful and sincere to me, even it means to tell me off right at my face. I really appreciate that. (:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Transfer that little happiness to someone, something, anyone, anything. Pay it forward. Goodness will come around the corner before you know it. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Our world needs a little kindness :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Love, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Jo</span></span></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-34987507175402701752010-10-27T14:47:00.003+08:002010-10-27T15:26:10.658+08:00Life as a student, again<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm in the library, supposed to be studying, but well, obviously, I'm not. One month ago, I would not know what it is like to be as only just a student, or as a jobless person, or to know what's on TV in the day. One month ago, I was still fighting my ass off to wake up at unearthly hour, and now here I am, time is with me, or is it really so?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I get lots of questions, like "why did you leave your job before securing another one?", "why are you studying again?", "why do you go travel alone?", "are you being emo? are you ok?", "so are you looking for a job? have you found one?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I have only one answer to all the "why"s questions. :) WHY NOT?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Of course I'm ok, more than ok (: I'm at peace. yes I'm looking for a job, and no, I have not found one.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"are you worried that you'll never get a job?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No I'm not worried, what's the worst can it be? I can wait the tables if times are desperate.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Seriously?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seriously.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As for now, I'm a student. It felt great to be having lunch in the school canteen, though I must admit I felt a bit old to be amongst the kids and their conversations made me smile, thinking of the good old days. Gone were the days that I was a full-time student. Haha.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Life is good for me now. But it won't be long, eventually I would still need to get out of this shelter and go out and fight the world haha for survival. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ok till my next post, bye peeps.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Love, Jo</span></span></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-44505630974185131192010-10-16T09:42:00.002+08:002010-10-16T10:58:03.628+08:00Dilemma<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We face many options in life, there are many cross roads, sometimes it is more than just left or right, or left right forward or back, or left right and three quarter, or even spider webs kind of paths.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And now, here I am, in the most basic form of all, yes or no? Ultimately, it all boils down to just 2 choices. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So I started asking myself mind boggling questions (these crazy questions just come swimming into my head) like:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What do I want to achieve in life?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Is it wealth? health? joy? peace? more time? fame?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Do I care about other people's judments?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What do they think?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Am I wasting my time? money? effort?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Am I wasting my education? my life?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Am I avoiding the obvious challenge?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Am I merely choosing the easier option?" "If so, what's wrong?" "If not, why not?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Should I wait a little longer?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Should I consult more people? Should I ask my mother? my father? my husband? my wife? my best friend?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What happened to asking myself what do I want?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Do I know what do I want?"</span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'Or do you just think you know what you want?'</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Should I consider other people's benefits into making my decision?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What happens if I choose this, will she be happy? Will he be disappointed?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"What happened to the question '</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">will I be happy?'</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is CRAZY. Most of the time, people would just end up stuck in The Waiting Place. <i>(I quoted Dr.Seuss twice)</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seriously, big chunk of it is about worrying what would people think, of which, I have zero control of.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Anyway, as of now, I still have to wait for a reply, and then I will have my yes or no.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">p.s. today is going to be a good good day (: cos I have a slight revelation. haha, keep it up!</span></span></div><div><br /></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-35437884218114546892010-10-01T12:10:00.002+08:002010-10-01T12:21:24.695+08:00Hello World (:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Everything seems a little different when someone starts something new at the beginning.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I woke up this morning feeling strange, the fact that I'm officially an unemployed, zero cashflow in, with so much of fix cashflow out. Wow, it's scary. And I wonder, how do ppl survive having gap year. No, I'm not having a gap year, probably months. It depends how soon water run dries in the bank. Oops. Let's not even start thinking about it for the moment.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ok, so it's my first day of a new life. Nothing much interesting, spent time cleaning up my mess the whole morning, and I got tired, and decided to procrastinate a little and so here I am, rambling my thoughts away.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">New life is going to start with some reflections of the past, in the island of Bali, (: also my marked virgin solo trip to a place where I have not been to, do not know anyone there, and do not really fully understand the local language, and hmm, the trip is pretty much unplanned. haha, except flights and accommodation. Well, hope all turns out alright and well, and I'll update when I'm back.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, that's pretty much about it, and I ought to get back to cleaning. BTW, I'm still boring, who will ever find this interesting anyway. at this point, I'm already bored reading what I've written.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Outta here now. bye (: </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">LOVES</span></span></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-60921143167705163302010-09-26T08:18:00.002+08:002010-09-26T08:26:13.906+08:00Good morning Sunday<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I love Sundays, don't you love Sundays? (: </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sunday is gym day, Sunday is a day to rest and relax and catch up with all the things that we could not have possible done for the past Monday - Saturday. Sunday is always family day! But not right here that is not :( My family is not here....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Anyways, am counting down my days to the end of a chapter and a new one soon.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">New phase will start off with Bali (: and we'll see what life brings me on from there? This marks my first solo backpack trip, the beginning of many more to come. Here goes Project Bucket List.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Love, Jo</span></span></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-82103948069663202802010-08-14T22:33:00.002+08:002010-08-15T00:17:03.911+08:00Leap of Faith<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Fear & Anxiety. To take the leap of faith. Can I do it?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I need thrust to move forward.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I need trust to move forward.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Think. Plan. Action.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Stay Strong.</span></span></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-5983060998523209282010-06-30T01:14:00.002+08:002010-06-30T01:17:23.259+08:00kinda sad...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">that Japan is out :( from the World Cup 2010 by penalty shoot-out 5-3 to Paraguay. enough said. and big men do cry, after all.</span></span><div><br /></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-11457172958886811272010-06-21T22:02:00.002+08:002010-06-21T22:17:30.386+08:00My shoes are taken away from me<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">And I'm very sad, for the fact that I lost my pair of cheap and nice New Balance running shoes. The shoes which conquered Mt. Kinabalu with me, together we fought the coldness and the rain and the slippery hills, and the ditches and God knows what else there was in the earth of the sacred highest mountain of Borneo.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The shoes that finished 10 km marathon in 70mins</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The shoes that have yet to mark its first half marathon which is scheduled to happen this Nov 2010.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I'm going to miss my grey and pink pair of lovely running shoes... I do hope it finds itself in a good pair of feet and does justice to it, I hope it will travel to more places, and not ended up in junkyard or smelly disease-infected feet.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">This was the pair of shoes that stayed with me when I cry in loneliness, when I laugh in joy, when I triumph the impossible, my loyal pair of shoes, may you be in a better place.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Love, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">the rightful owner of the shoe</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">p.s. yes I know I'm crazed, when was I not anyway? sobs... mourning the loss of my shoes.</span></span></div><div><br /></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-70379347848109818122010-06-16T22:27:00.002+08:002010-06-16T22:30:36.733+08:00SEARCH FOR SELF<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><div>SEA: Vietnam or Thailand?</div></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Europe: Turkey or Greece?</span></span></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-24260527700902759012010-06-07T22:39:00.004+08:002010-06-07T22:48:07.854+08:00POACHED EGGS ((:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Poached eggs with toast, sourdough or any wheat bread for that matter ((: brings out the joy at the start of the day!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yummylicious!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That's one of the things I am definitely going to learn to master in my lifetime.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">LOVE</span></span></div></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-798017736466057012010-06-02T21:25:00.004+08:002010-06-02T21:32:47.528+08:00BLINK!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">BLINK! THINK! and in a WINK!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">see the strong wings on time? it flies. what happened if you catch hold on a fly, it dies. and the same goes for every lives. catch hold on life too tight, it dies, it goes with the wind with a sigh...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">treat yourself better, for all that matter, as life is always getting shorter... </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">LIVE LIFE LOVE (:</span></span></div><div><br /></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-44073490439376367762010-05-01T00:45:00.003+08:002010-05-01T00:52:12.887+08:00am home (:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Piggy is home! yay! I breathe in air of freedom (: Home is good, home is always good. Home is true and honest, calm and peaceful, love and care, is a living heaven.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the island is a total contrast. ugly people with straight faces as if everyone owes them a million dollars, people are rushing as if there is a gold rush somewhere nearby, everywhere is crowded, and the saddest part is, you prob have only a square foot area of personal space. perfecto. haha.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So come home (: stay at home, that is where the true heart is.</span></span></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-54749488374512356822010-04-26T23:26:00.003+08:002010-04-26T23:33:28.388+08:00listen<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">when you think that you are in a sea of people, talking so fast, chattering, thinking you are actually having real conversations with people but in actual fact you are not, you are in a sea of strangers of which you probably are just thinking that you are communicating with people. In the real world, effective communication is as rare as hen's teeth nowadays, people are so much of themselves that they have ceased listening to others. jumping into their own judgments and conclusions, and what else?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">start listening to the person whom you are talking to! listening is an art. it is.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and, thank you for listening. (:</span></span></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-14730589734691470422010-04-14T12:12:00.002+08:002010-04-14T12:16:25.440+08:001 funeral and 3 birthdays<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">11 April 2010 is a day to be remembered.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">may the Buddha be with you always.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">love.</span></span>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-80260450943423597822010-03-18T22:28:00.001+08:002010-03-18T22:29:46.423+08:00still a firefighter<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">today I failed to save a bomb. I guess, I'm still a firefighter.</span></span>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-22418604809525370932010-03-16T22:01:00.002+08:002010-03-16T22:09:25.873+08:00hazefication<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">makes me cough like mad. makes it looks like as if I have a mad disease. I think I do.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">the haze is killing me. seriously.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">h.e.l.p.</span></span></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-31920662144600685472010-03-16T16:59:00.002+08:002010-03-16T17:02:15.118+08:00Trust<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">is like a bubble (:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">beautiful shimmery rainbow colored, once poked, oops, it's gone into the thin air.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">well, probably, it will leave some sticky soapy after-scene.</span></span>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-28388510127427738752010-03-15T22:04:00.003+08:002010-03-16T20:43:32.754+08:00firefighter<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm a firefighter who is upgrading myself to qualify into the SWAT team. How exciting life is...</span></span>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15449637.post-630303495601286972009-12-22T23:03:00.003+08:002010-03-16T20:44:18.187+08:00transformation<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">remember your secondary math class where you learn transformation? translation, turn, reflection etc.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I used to love that lesson, simply because it is easy. Then when I entered college, transformation chapter gets more complicated, with all the functions, Laplace, oh my god, but I still love math, nonetheless.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In life, transformation is another whole new chapter entirely, a much unexplored field, or rather unstable field, because the only constant here is change. I do not know if it is a sad or happy thing, or rather, there's nothing to be happy nor sad about. Life changes, weather changes, and certainly, people change as well.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For better or worse, we always hope for the better; but if it is otherwise, we just have to count our blessings and move on with life looking forward for a better change.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Christmas is just round the corner, well, Merry Christmas everyone!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">love xoxo,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">JO</span></span></div>piggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02270478519164788664noreply@blogger.com0