I am happy.
No.
I am filled with joy.
Sunday, 30 June 2013
Happiness...
...is being surrounded by people who genuinely care about you and strive to put a smile on your face.
Thursday, 27 June 2013
Sunday, 9 June 2013
Recent events
Seeing peers getting engaged or married left, right and centre, I can't help but to feel touched, excited and shocked at the realisation that we've actually grown up.
Thursday, 30 May 2013
Monday, 13 May 2013
Wednesday, 10 April 2013
Monday, 25 February 2013
New ambition
51kg to 45 kg
1) Take a picture of everything you eat
2) Wean off carbohydrates
3) Remix meals
4) Water is your best friend
5) Exercise
Thursday, 14 February 2013
Thursday
A friend stopped by to hand me a gift and stayed to wash my dishes (which believe me, is not an easy feat after weeks of build up). Best valentine's day ever? I think so!
God really does bless us with angels in our lives.
God really does bless us with angels in our lives.
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
Dream come true
Well, one of my dreams anyway. =D
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. I have finally witnessed with my own eyes *drum roll, please!* Lion King in theatre!
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. I have finally witnessed with my own eyes *drum roll, please!* Lion King in theatre!
It was PHENOMENAL! Beautifully staged, magnificent costumes and witty jokes sprinkled here and there.
Oh but there's more! I got to go back stage thanks to an amazing friend who shall not be named. I'm not even sure if I'm allowed to publicise this. But man, oh man! I touched the cheetah costume, flicked the ear of the hyena's costume, lifted the gazelle puppets, went under the rhino puppet and walked across the stage...TWICE!
My head's still in a rush from that experience. Nothing can possibly get me down at the moment.
Wednesday, 23 January 2013
Sunday, 13 January 2013
Mid-twenties crisis
As a twenty four year old and shoved into the working environment, I see...
AND
On another note, I had the whole weekend to write up an audit for my hospital. Highly important for my training year. Naturally, I did all the laundry and cleaned my fridge.
Saturday, 12 January 2013
A love song
When we're listening to Christian songs, we'd rarely categorise them as love songs...
But truly, they are. It's all about God's love for us, and all our love for God.
Why shouldn't we call them love songs? Why should we label them as just 'Christian songs' in our folders?
And how beautiful is this song!
But truly, they are. It's all about God's love for us, and all our love for God.
Why shouldn't we call them love songs? Why should we label them as just 'Christian songs' in our folders?
And how beautiful is this song!
Friday, 9 November 2012
Thursday, 1 November 2012
Sends shivers down my spine
Remember the last time you heard a song which was soooo good that you had goosebumps?
It had been such a long time since I had that little shudder of pleasure.
And then a friend posted up a video of Les Miserables' 10th anniversary youtube video on facebook.
Oh my days, I forgot how good that was.
I was so excited when the 25th anniversary videos were available on youtube. Yes, Colm Wilkinson and Michael Ball will be my first loves, but Alfie Boe and Norm Lewis were pretty good.
And then Nick Jonas appeared. I'm not against pop singers but...
It was the passion of Marius (Michael Ball) in this song that had me falling hard and fast. *Cue goosebumps*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8V-xuTH57G0&feature=player_embedded
And then we have a sudden lapse of judgement by the producers of the 25th anniversary production.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjGjXkkHGqo&feature=related
Like, seriously?! Where's Josh Groban when you need him?
Another great broadway love song that melts my heart.
Why am I not into ditsy Korean pop, Gaga or whatever strange new thing that comes up? Because I've heard good music.
It had been such a long time since I had that little shudder of pleasure.
And then a friend posted up a video of Les Miserables' 10th anniversary youtube video on facebook.
Oh my days, I forgot how good that was.
I was so excited when the 25th anniversary videos were available on youtube. Yes, Colm Wilkinson and Michael Ball will be my first loves, but Alfie Boe and Norm Lewis were pretty good.
And then Nick Jonas appeared. I'm not against pop singers but...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8V-xuTH57G0&feature=player_embedded
And then we have a sudden lapse of judgement by the producers of the 25th anniversary production.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjGjXkkHGqo&feature=related
Like, seriously?! Where's Josh Groban when you need him?
Another great broadway love song that melts my heart.
Why am I not into ditsy Korean pop, Gaga or whatever strange new thing that comes up? Because I've heard good music.
Sunday, 14 October 2012
I'm just another chick
...cause there ain't no doubt of my love for romcoms!
That moment when the man meets the woman and you think "They're bound to get together!"
The build up between their relationship because love at first sights are just so unsubstantial.
And the oh-so-toe-curling romance. The stuff I LIVE for...
That moment when the man meets the woman and you think "They're bound to get together!"
And the oh-so-toe-curling romance. The stuff I LIVE for...
Cue long exaggerated sigh.
Age has made me slightly cynical about ever having a soppy-rom-com-worthy-gag-inducing romantic gesture ever happening in my life, but what is life without hope, ei.
Saturday, 6 October 2012
Pretty people
The world's not short of beautiful people. When I say beautiful, I mean...hubba hubba what a looker!
These are the men with the chiselled jaw, shoulders so broad you can call a country, perfectly formed guns and overall carved-by-an-angel stature.
These are the men I see on television, poster ads and if I'm lucky, walk by and take a large, possibly creepy, whiff of man scent which drives me up the wall.
These are the men we ladies run our eyes up and down their entire length whilst thinking, "I bet our babies will look beautiful."
For me, these are the adorable Ryan Reynolds, Cory Monteith and Jake Gyllenhall; the sexy Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans and Pierce Brosnan. Yes, even Pierce Brosnan despite the age gap, but my, he has aged like fine wine.
Innocently enough, despite drooling over all these men, I still get jealous when my own man looks at a pretty lady. Any pretty lady. Any lady. Any living creature that vaguely resembles a lady.
The world is also not lacking of beautiful women either...with legs that go on forever, porcelain skin, lushious locks and the perfect configuration of 36-24-36.
In fact, they are popping up like daisies, dancing and singing their way into our lives in the form of Korean girl bands. They're so mesmerising-ly attractive that even I, a straight and happily attached person, CANNOT get my eyes of them. So how can I expect men to tear themselves from ogling?
There is no way. So whenever I feel that bubble of annoyance threatening to spew out as a butt load of jealous rage when my man ogles a pretty lady, I calmly tell myself, "Girl, you've checked out about 5 men on your way to work today and ran your hands against the computer screen trying to feel Cory Monteith's abs. Give the man a break."
These are the men with the chiselled jaw, shoulders so broad you can call a country, perfectly formed guns and overall carved-by-an-angel stature.
These are the men I see on television, poster ads and if I'm lucky, walk by and take a large, possibly creepy, whiff of man scent which drives me up the wall.
These are the men we ladies run our eyes up and down their entire length whilst thinking, "I bet our babies will look beautiful."
For me, these are the adorable Ryan Reynolds, Cory Monteith and Jake Gyllenhall; the sexy Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans and Pierce Brosnan. Yes, even Pierce Brosnan despite the age gap, but my, he has aged like fine wine.
Innocently enough, despite drooling over all these men, I still get jealous when my own man looks at a pretty lady. Any pretty lady. Any lady. Any living creature that vaguely resembles a lady.
The world is also not lacking of beautiful women either...with legs that go on forever, porcelain skin, lushious locks and the perfect configuration of 36-24-36.
In fact, they are popping up like daisies, dancing and singing their way into our lives in the form of Korean girl bands. They're so mesmerising-ly attractive that even I, a straight and happily attached person, CANNOT get my eyes of them. So how can I expect men to tear themselves from ogling?
There is no way. So whenever I feel that bubble of annoyance threatening to spew out as a butt load of jealous rage when my man ogles a pretty lady, I calmly tell myself, "Girl, you've checked out about 5 men on your way to work today and ran your hands against the computer screen trying to feel Cory Monteith's abs. Give the man a break."
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Games
There is a game that lovers play. A game that hurts both ends.
The whole idea is so infantile and yet, we all do it, whether consciously or not.
Is there even a name to the game? If not, I shall christened it 'Who-shall-crack-first?'.
It's a game where couples hide their true feelings, hoping to psycho-terrorise their 'loved' ones into submission.
"Would you like me to stay?"
"You can do what you want"
"I want to make you happy."
"I'll be unhappy regardless"
"Well, then I'll just leave"
As you can see, both parties are well into the game and unwilling to let their guards down.
The consequence, she left and nobody's happy.
"There's this cute guy at work"
"Oh yeah? Any flirting going on there?" as nonchalantly said as possible
"I think I might."
"Sure."
"You trust me, don't you? It's just for fun."
"Of course, I might just do the same."
Do YOU think it's possible that both are fine with their 'one and only's messing about with another person of the opposite sex? I don't think so.
"That girl, she's special to me. I'd treat her nice."
"I see," voiced with shaky confidence.
"You'd be all right with me hanging with her, right?"
"Yeah, sure."
Seriously?
Oh and my personal favourite, the who-calls-first-after-a-huge-fight-despite-both-wanting-each-other-to-call-desperately.
Couples get into fights, that's not unusual. But then comes the game that brings mental torture, especially if it happens before bedtime. They lie in bed, unable to get any shut eye because nothing is settled. There is anger, disappointment, discontent; but also the conscience to want to make things right and the fact that they miss each other. So they toss and turn, waiting for the other to make the first move and apologise. One night becomes a day, a day turns into a week. One of them will eventually start to worry and wonder if the other is still alive.
This cycle will eventually break when the BETTER person strips all pride and arrogance, leaving the other triumphant.
But in actual fact, nobody wins. Both have been battered and bruised, having gone through this nonsensical and unnecessary pain caused by none other but themselves.
I've played these games well into my teenage years and early twenties...Perhaps it's time to stop? How hard is it to be honest with one another?
The whole idea is so infantile and yet, we all do it, whether consciously or not.
Is there even a name to the game? If not, I shall christened it 'Who-shall-crack-first?'.
It's a game where couples hide their true feelings, hoping to psycho-terrorise their 'loved' ones into submission.
"Would you like me to stay?"
"You can do what you want"
"I want to make you happy."
"I'll be unhappy regardless"
"Well, then I'll just leave"
As you can see, both parties are well into the game and unwilling to let their guards down.
The consequence, she left and nobody's happy.
"There's this cute guy at work"
"Oh yeah? Any flirting going on there?" as nonchalantly said as possible
"I think I might."
"Sure."
"You trust me, don't you? It's just for fun."
"Of course, I might just do the same."
Do YOU think it's possible that both are fine with their 'one and only's messing about with another person of the opposite sex? I don't think so.
"That girl, she's special to me. I'd treat her nice."
"I see," voiced with shaky confidence.
"You'd be all right with me hanging with her, right?"
"Yeah, sure."
Seriously?
Oh and my personal favourite, the who-calls-first-after-a-huge-fight-despite-both-wanting-each-other-to-call-desperately.
Couples get into fights, that's not unusual. But then comes the game that brings mental torture, especially if it happens before bedtime. They lie in bed, unable to get any shut eye because nothing is settled. There is anger, disappointment, discontent; but also the conscience to want to make things right and the fact that they miss each other. So they toss and turn, waiting for the other to make the first move and apologise. One night becomes a day, a day turns into a week. One of them will eventually start to worry and wonder if the other is still alive.
This cycle will eventually break when the BETTER person strips all pride and arrogance, leaving the other triumphant.
But in actual fact, nobody wins. Both have been battered and bruised, having gone through this nonsensical and unnecessary pain caused by none other but themselves.
I've played these games well into my teenage years and early twenties...Perhaps it's time to stop? How hard is it to be honest with one another?
Thursday, 30 August 2012
An old pair of shoes can be the most comfortable thing in the world.
However, the shoes have to be broken in to fit perfectly.
One will have to endure painful blisters and bleeding before reaching the desired comfort.
Well, that's it. New shoes make you bleed.
There is simply no need to 'metaphor'ise everything.
Inspiration? Well, m'new shoe's makin' me bleed, so I thought I'd enlighten y'all with this fact.
However, the shoes have to be broken in to fit perfectly.
One will have to endure painful blisters and bleeding before reaching the desired comfort.
Well, that's it. New shoes make you bleed.
There is simply no need to 'metaphor'ise everything.
Inspiration? Well, m'new shoe's makin' me bleed, so I thought I'd enlighten y'all with this fact.
Monday, 20 August 2012
Reading a bad book
...is similar to self mutilation.
Ever since I've gotten my kindle (still the best gift ever until somebody gets me a brand new BMW), I've been downloading free ebooks off Amazon.
But man, there are truly a number of crappy writers out there!
Last Saturday was a beautiful day which I unwittingly spent on a book I shall summarise as 'sh*t'. Why, I hear you ask, did I even finish it when it makes my eyes water with embarrassment for the author with each paragraph written?
Because I always expect some kind of twist towards the epilogue which will eventually make me sigh with content and think, "Well, that was not bad at all."
However, with this book, as I reached the very last word, I stared at the page and uttered "That's just plain sh*t."
What gives me the right to judge this book which may be a matter of personal opinion? It is because I myself have written a similar story filled with fanciful wishes and unrealistic romance. The kind of selfish thinking only a tween/teenager can conjure. Even then I was conscious enough to know my story was crap.
Storyline: A girl who thinks she's plain boring (but is actually really hot) gains magic powers one day. Having discovered her new-found power of farting butterflies when she giggles, she falls in love in a 6 foot plus hunk with abs (in high school might I add) who (surprisingly! 'eye roll') falls in love with her. Not very coincidently, her bestest best friend in the whole wide world also gains super powers so they can now read each others minds! Her best friend falls in love with the hunk's best friend and the couples make out in front of each other for half the book. Here's the twist, the hunk is actually a vampire who is very rich and can afford to buy her new clothes! The girls succeeded to make the whole school jealous which satisfies their inner bitches whilst being portrayed as the 'good guys' throughout the whole story. The end.
You may now puke blood.
Ever since I've gotten my kindle (still the best gift ever until somebody gets me a brand new BMW), I've been downloading free ebooks off Amazon.
But man, there are truly a number of crappy writers out there!
Last Saturday was a beautiful day which I unwittingly spent on a book I shall summarise as 'sh*t'. Why, I hear you ask, did I even finish it when it makes my eyes water with embarrassment for the author with each paragraph written?
Because I always expect some kind of twist towards the epilogue which will eventually make me sigh with content and think, "Well, that was not bad at all."
However, with this book, as I reached the very last word, I stared at the page and uttered "That's just plain sh*t."
What gives me the right to judge this book which may be a matter of personal opinion? It is because I myself have written a similar story filled with fanciful wishes and unrealistic romance. The kind of selfish thinking only a tween/teenager can conjure. Even then I was conscious enough to know my story was crap.
Storyline: A girl who thinks she's plain boring (but is actually really hot) gains magic powers one day. Having discovered her new-found power of farting butterflies when she giggles, she falls in love in a 6 foot plus hunk with abs (in high school might I add) who (surprisingly! 'eye roll') falls in love with her. Not very coincidently, her bestest best friend in the whole wide world also gains super powers so they can now read each others minds! Her best friend falls in love with the hunk's best friend and the couples make out in front of each other for half the book. Here's the twist, the hunk is actually a vampire who is very rich and can afford to buy her new clothes! The girls succeeded to make the whole school jealous which satisfies their inner bitches whilst being portrayed as the 'good guys' throughout the whole story. The end.
You may now puke blood.
Wednesday, 8 August 2012
Understanding
On my way to work this morning, I unearthed my mp3 player and turned it on for the first time in a whole year.
After the first couple of songs, a familiar tune rang in my ears.
Have you ever watched a movie when you were really young, and then re-watch it when you're older? Did you have that "Oh my gosh! So that's what it actually meant!" moment?
Well, it happened while I was listening to that song. I have always loved the melody, but brushed past the lyrics as just another love song, despite knowing it by heart.
命中注定, 上帝说原谅你, 要我们黏在一起
还是爱你, 没办法讨厌你
也许是爱的引力
命中注定, 上帝说就是你, 我想念你的呼吸
我只爱你, 姐妹说忘记你
我怎么都不想听
As I walked along the pedestrian, I muttered a silent "Ohhh, I get it" to no one in particular. I have loved, and lost, and loved again (repeat cycle a couple more times). I know what the song means.
I love how it is God that decides our fate.
After the first couple of songs, a familiar tune rang in my ears.
Have you ever watched a movie when you were really young, and then re-watch it when you're older? Did you have that "Oh my gosh! So that's what it actually meant!" moment?
Well, it happened while I was listening to that song. I have always loved the melody, but brushed past the lyrics as just another love song, despite knowing it by heart.
命中注定, 上帝说原谅你, 要我们黏在一起
还是爱你, 没办法讨厌你
也许是爱的引力
命中注定, 上帝说就是你, 我想念你的呼吸
我只爱你, 姐妹说忘记你
我怎么都不想听
As I walked along the pedestrian, I muttered a silent "Ohhh, I get it" to no one in particular. I have loved, and lost, and loved again (repeat cycle a couple more times). I know what the song means.
I love how it is God that decides our fate.
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