I'm not a sentimental freak this time

When someone you love so much morphs into someone you don't know (read: monster), you shudder and wonder if you ever really knew the person. That's what I'm suffering from now: post-traumatic stress disorder or PTSD. No love left, just shock. Ok maybe I'm exaggerating the PTSD part, but I really don't know how else to describe it. At first, just to comfort myself that I couldn't have been so stupid, I wanted to keep The Box. The old shoe box that kept all the letters and cards that he so endearingly penned to me - up till the year 2004. Even all the fading ticket stubs to Mayday concerts, jazz performances and movies that we attended together. I thought, perhaps if I kept The Box, I could remember him as I first knew him. Then I wouldn't chide myself for being so damn stupid for missing out the blindspots. But two nights ago, I decided that I would be even more damn stupid to kid myself further. So, The Box went to the dumpster. Hey, guess what, being the sentimental freak that I am, I still keep another box, of things belonging to the first boyfriend. Why? Because those memories are still worth keeping despite the breakup. Not The Box though. And one more thing, I made sure to take out my Mayday ticket stubs first. Mayday rox, forever! :)

TAF on them

Did you know that secondary school students in the TAF (Trim and Fit) Programme go for runs in their school uniform, not their PE attire???

Every Thursday, I approach XXX Secondary School as these plus-sized teenagers huff and puff their way around the school. The girls are wearing skirts and the boys, trousers. How come like dat ah? Why no need to change into PE attire? Not hot ah?

Strange. But what a funny sight it is!

F

F is for Fresh Start.
Collected my mobile phone from the Nokia Care Centre a few days back. With the repair came along a wipeout of everything in the phone memory - photos, contact numbers, SMSes and all. Funny how I did feel sad about it, but at the same time a big part of me also couldn't care less. I'll just shoot new photos, key in new contact numbers and receive new SMSes. When I said bye, I was more ready to move on than I knew. Thank you, Lord.

R.I.P ~ 06/12/01 to 06/04/07

If it has to be this way...

So be it.

ironically...

I'm running a fever now... on my birthday of all days!!!

祝我生日快樂

I don't remember birthdays cos I usually don't bother about mine. But this year's different. Birthdays never meant so much till today. I don't know...Maybe it's because I've just turned 28 and I feel kinda empty. And emptied. Where have the years gone?

I usually don't do anything nice for myself on my birthday, but this time I did. I took the first half of the day off so that I could sleep in. And I had a haircut after work. In between, a very resilient woman in the counselling session cheered me up more.

Let's make a list of presents I got this year:
A pair of ballerina pumps
A real nice bag, that's one of a kind
A swivel chair (the office type)
Rachael Yamagata concert tix
Pedicure vouchers (including bday cake and pizza package)
Bodyshop shower gel and towel
An unopened box
Nice SMS msges, including a surprise one from Di, one of my youths
Nice post-it note on my door

And of cos, birthday song in four languages: Mandarin, English, Malay and Cantonese!!! Belle and hj, you gals made my day :) [Ethan mummy, wish you were there!]

Mayday madness

Yesterday, I did something crazy for Mayday. And really, I wish I didn't have to go through it...I'm getting old.

Under some stupid promotional thingie, Mayday June concert tix went on sale to the public yesterday, but you could only buy them if you queued up at the sistic outlet at IMM building as they would only go on sale online today.

The IMM sale was supposed to coincide with a performance cum autograph session that the band was giving at the same time. So stupid right? People who want to get the best seats at the concert would surely queue, and not get to see Mayday at the concurrent performance right?

Ok that's not the point. The point is, Jaz started queuing for tix at 5pm and, with the queue inching ever so slowly, at 9pm four hours later, she still hadn't got the tix! I had to work late yesterday and to save her (so that she could go for her driving lesson), I cabbed down and took over her place in the queue. And I didn't get the tix until 11pm.

SIAO AHHHH!!!! If I didn't feel bad about Jaz having already wasted four hours queuing, I would have settled for ordering tix online today. Who cares about getting the best seats now???

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Rachel Yamagata was great at the Esplanade today :)
Humorous, witty, talented... truly herself. Just being herself.
So nice.

The Space Between

When one needs space to think, will the space widen?
I'm scared.
No, no.
Just trust the space between - and God.