Tuesday, January 29, 2008 10:58
I had a dream, a song to sing~A dream last night, left me both bewildered and confused, and a little delighted of course. Amidst the heat and stale air in the middle of the night, somehow I found the right lulluby to coax me and slowly... slowly... Lalaland surfaced.
A night so ordinary, yet a dream so surreal, despite how real it made me feel when I was there. Faces appeared, faces so familiar, and faces so unexpected to turn up in my Lalaland. Yet, they did.
A grand event, was it not? Splendid, I'd say. And I was showered with attention and basking in glory. Everything was almost like what I've always envisioned, always imagined. A dream come true in a dream, however ironic it may sound.
Yet the best part of all wasn't the setting, the place, nor me, but what I was doing and with whom I was doing it with.
How could it ever happen as a dream, I kept asking myself after I awoke.
A dream is a wish your heart makes, one said.
Could it be one of mine, my heart's desire?
So close, it was. Oh, just so, so close.
But I opened my eyes, and the magic was gone.
It was a dream after all.
Then I clamped my eyelids shut, hoping to grab onto the last faint bit of the magic before it faded, gone forever.
It was like a lost child groping about in darkness.
Darkness befall, once more. Yet it was only darkness.
No sparks at all, none of magical moments.
A futile attempt to delude myself indeed.
All was back to normal, the not-so-magical normal.
The norm which at times, disappoint me once in a while.
Star light, star bright.
First star I see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might,
To have the dream (tonight) I dreamt last night.
Monday, January 28, 2008 11:03
I am a bad girl, tsk tsk. But can't help it because the whole world is out and I'm the only breathing organism (apart from those ANTS, eew filthy ants) in the house. So I've gotta keep my spirits high by not immersing myself under piles and piles of papers. Just for the time being, so hush, keep this from my employer aka my auntie.
My media player is playing '
XinDan' again.
But the topic today isn't about emo stuffs that bogs my mind once in a while. Today's topic is more friendly, more familiar, more ME. Give it a smart guess, would ya?
Shopping.
I have to say the shopping yesterday was a little boring in the beginning. Not so difficult to comprehend, I mean, just how many pieces of clothes in IPOH is able to satisfy me, my
tastes. So initially it was mere browsing through the ladies apparel section, with my eyes darting from pieces to pieces, totally uninterested. I moaned, I groaned, and I walked. I tried to grab a pair of shorts but by the time I put them on in the fitting room, nah, they just made me look, uhm,
uhm. Then I was already beginning to accept the fact that I'm not going to have new addition(s) to my wardrobe any time before CNY.
Just then, some bling tops caught my attention and so I went over. Turned out there were SO many interesting ones in that pile of tops! And they only cost RM15 each! Oh come on, it's Ringgit Malaysia we are talking about here, and it's interesting and PREETY tops in my definition we are talking about here!
Hence started my shopping frenzy. The craze is finally here. The feeling, the desire to lay hands on new stuffs, the prospect of finally making SOME purchase, they were back! After such a long time since its last appearance, I've somehow conceded to the fact that the shopaholic me is dormant. But now it's awaken once more!
Like hounds, my sister and I were indulging ourselves in digging for more tops out of that pile. At one point we even looked like we were frying noodles because tops after tops were surfaced and we grabbed and threw and grabbed and threw. And at the next moment, we found ourselves taking almost every piece we saw simply because they looked nice (AND cheap)!
The plate stuck onto the fitting room door said 'max 3 garments only' but guess what? We just barged in and locked ourselves inside with the whole pile of tops in our hands. Thus started the process of elimination, and I have managed to reduce them from the entire pile to just two. I'm good!
In the end, with just a mere RM30 I've got myself TWO tops. I can't help feeling triumphant, and the fact that now I have new additions to my wardrobe before CNY just sends me to cloud nine! Woots!
And the shopping yesterday brought me another surprise as well! After having fun with tops we headed down to the supermarket area to get some foodstuff for CNY. That's where my sis told me someone was calling me and I went 'HUH' as I turned. And HUH! Were those not Jing and Zhong I saw! I stood rooted there for one moment, stunned at the two appearing at my face, before taking some time to realize it's THE TWO, and spent the rest of the time stunned again.
OHMYGOSHGOSHGOSH Jing and Zhong came back from AUS! And I bumped into them(rather, they bumped into me) on their second day here! Oh my! What a surprise, what a coincidence, I must say. So alot of catching up, a lot of laughing, a lot of giggling, and a lot of hugging.
"You didn't change much" Jing's mom told me.
Really, didn't I? I'm not so sure, but Jing is still like before, just longer hair, pretty, while Zhong's hair makes him look different from how he used to. Haha, boys. Just how much they grow. And I must say, Zhong you've become more handsome eh! Keep it up!
Well, there's always 'Bye' after every 'Hi', and our little catching up didn't last very long because Jing's mom was going off to another place, while I had to race against time to get back home and get ready to leave for KL again.
I sure do hope we'll get to see each other again, hopefully before you guys fly back to Aus again! A pity I'm not in Singapore, otherwise I'll be able to hang around with ya for five more days.
Nice bumping into you guys, take care and all the very best!
Sunday, January 27, 2008 00:52
"I'm a midnight blogger." I told my sis.
So here I am here, a little past midnight, to recount to you a story about keys.
With Chinese New Year round the corner (BIG corner, I say), it's not surprising to find the entire Ipoh population flooding the main streets and supermarkets to stock up stuffs for the new year. It's one of the rare occasions where people buy things without bothering about price, and so practically the whole world was in Tesco and I could not get any parking lot, any at all, despite wasting much petrol patrolling the entire carpark for more than one round.
In the end, I parked it outside Tesco premises, right under a tree. Sounds good? Wait for second installment.
Then started our family's shopping frenzy. Not much to eleborate here - I'm sure you've had enough of my shopping stories, all about cheap stuffs and more cheap stuffs.
After a good two hours having fun with chinese arrowhead mushrooms ('Ngaku' they call it) we made our way back to the car, which was then basking under the sun instead of hiding in the shade. Apparently the tree's shadow shifted. This is the climax. Miss Stupidity stupidly inserted the key to unlock the boot, just to find it stuck. Stuck, means stuck. Neither here nor there.
I could not remove the key, nor could I open the boot. The key was inside the lock, STUCK. Imagine my
terror when I hadn't even unlocked the car doors, and the house keys were INSIDE the car, well locked.
In the end, dad and I walked a good few streets and got a locksmith to the rescue. But by the end of everything, the clock was happily blinking '7:30pm'. I could see it sneering at me, laughing at my stupidity with every second it ticked. Screw the clock, and all of us were dead hungry when we got home.
So because of ONE damn little key having fun with it's lock, we paid RM50 and a good one and a half hr.
KEYS. Damn keys.
Thursday, January 24, 2008 15:30
The other day I was telling Aulia how my mood was influenced by just one song. I put my media player on shuffle mode, and at one moment where the entire house felt deserted it began playing something familiar - a song that tells of the memorable moments where Yongyi and I shared. The same song she asked me to play with her every time she wanted to play. With the tunes gradually filling up the empty house, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering back in time, all the way back to Singapore.
And precisely because I missed Yongyi around so much that I could no longer contain it, I texted Aulia and made him emo too.
That's how much wonder songs can bring. It brings your thoughts along, summons the memories from the back of your head, and also reminds you about a certain something, or someone.
Just now, a song I haven't played for ages rang from my speakers. I remember I downloaded it by mistake, thinking it was another song. I wanted to delete it upon realizing my mistake but it's melody got the better of me and thus I decided to just keep it in my ZEN. In any case I thought it could be an interesting addition to my song list because it was in some foreign language I conveniently thought was French. I thought it's gonna be pretty cool - I mean, how many non-French have French song in their mp3s, right?
But it's not just any ordinary song. Apart from unfathomable lyrics (the only thing I could understand was 'symphonie' which was coincidentally the title), it brought me a little surprise. Apparently someone had this song in his phone as well, and he, too, downloaded it without realizing it's not an English song. I was deep in awe at how, despite it's low probability, we could share that in common, and how chance fell in between us in the most unexpected manner. I can still remember exactly how I felt that time - how much in awe I was.
But no, that's a German song, no less. Not some French ballad I always thought it was. Was trying my luck, to see if I can find the lyrics in German, and TADAA! Here it goes:
"Sag mir was ist bloß um uns geschehn
Du scheinst mir auf einmal völlig fremd zu sein
Warum geht's mir nich mehr gut
Wenn ich in deinen Armen liege
Ist es egal geworden was mit uns passiert
Wo willst du hin ich kann dich kaum noch sehn
Unsre Eitelkeit stellt sich uns in den Weg
Wollten wir nich alles wagen haben wir uns vielleicht verraten
Ich hab geglaubt wir könnten echt alles ertragen
Symphonie
Und jetzt wird es still um uns
Denn wir stehn hier im Regen haben nichts mehr zu geben
Und es ist besser wenn du gehst
Denn es ist Zeit
Sich ein zu gestehn dass es nicht geht
Es gibt nichts mehr zu reden denn wenn's so regnet
Ist es besser aufzugeben
Und es verdichtet sich die Stille über uns
Ich versteh nich ein Wort mehr aus deinem Mund
Haben wir zu viel versucht warum konnten wir's nicht ahnen
Es wird nicht leicht sein das alles einzusehn
Symphonie
Und jetzt wird es still um uns
Denn wir stehn hier im Regen haben uns nichts mehr zu geben
Und es ist besser wenn du gehst
Denn es ist Zeit
Sich ein zu gestehn dass es nicht geht
Es gibt nichts mehr zu reden denn wenn's so regnet
Ist es besser aufzugeben
Irgendwo sind wir gescheitert
Und so wie's ist so geht's nich weiter
Das Ende ist schon lang geschrieben
Und das war unsre...
Symphonie
Und jetzt wird es still um uns
Denn wir stehn hier im Regen haben uns nichts mehr zu geben
Und es ist besser wenn du gehst
Denn es ist Zeit
Sich ein zu gestehn dass es nicht geht
Es gibt nichts mehr zu reden denn wenn's so regnet
Ist es besser aufzugeben"
Now I can boast of a German song. Still cool, because just how many non-Germans have German songs in their mp3!
But when I searched for it's english translation, turned out Symphonie is actually talking about a break up. It's translation goes:
"Tell me what happened to us
Suddenly you look to me like a complete stranger
Because I don't feel right anymore
When I'm in your arms
Don't you care anymore what's with us?
Where do you want to go? I almost can'tsee you
Our pride is standing in our way
Didn't we want to try everything? Have we betrayed ourselves?
I thought we could survive it all
Symphony
And now silence is all around us
Because we are standing in the rain, we don't have anything to offer anymore
And it's better you leave
Because it's time
To admit this cannot go on anymore
There's nothing else to talk because when it rains like this
It's better give in
And silence gets thick around us
I don't understand your words anymore
Have we tried too many things? Why we couldn't see it coming?
It's not going to be easy to admit all this
Somewhere we failed
And the way it is, it cannot be
The end has been written long time ago
And this was our...
Symphony
And now silence is all around us
Because we are standing in the rain, we don't have anything to offer anymore
And it's better you leave
Because it's time
To admit this cannot go on anymore
There's nothing else to talk because when it rains like this
It's better give in"
Sigh. What a song to share in common.
Or perhaps the ending was written all the way in the beginning?
Friday, January 18, 2008 23:37
The song that's ringing from your speakers now is dedicated to someone, a friend of mine, whom somehow I feel unusually comfortable talking to.
I especially like the chorus.
"由这一分钟开始计起 春风秋雨间
恨我对你以半年时间 慢慢的心淡
付清 账单
平静的对你热度退减
一天一点伤心过 这一百数十晚
大概也够我 送我来回地狱又折返人间
春天分手 秋天会习惯
苦冲开了便淡"
Honey, just to let you know, you are loved! By Ivy! So be strong okay! 相爱不如相知 I feel the same too.
***
Yes, I'm finally home. Ipoh home. The smell of home makes the best tranquilizer. The hidden comfort slows down the quick footsteps I've been taking for the past five days, to just lounge around in my living room, typing some rantings like what I'm doing now. It just feels, good.
It's true. We never realize what we possess til it's gone. And when they're gone, things we used to take for granted become priceless.
***
A reliable source just told me there MAY be a TJ ASEAN scholars' orientation coming soon. Next Saturday is the tentative date. That suddenly reminded me of how much I miss the bunch of them, how much I miss the times we shared, and how much I miss just doing random things at random times with
some of them - yes, I'm specially referring to jungle trekking just to watch NDP rehearsal fireworks BY THE EXPRESSWAY.
In short,
I WANT TO GOOOOOOOOOO~~~!!!!!
01:09
“恋爱中的女人有患得患失的权利”
Someone said so. Or someone wrote so.
The phrase touches on insecurity – the very insecurity that results in fear. Fear of the unknown, and not knowing why you are experiencing fear as well.
Mayhap the only constant is change. Maybe, my expectations changed. Maybe, my way of doing stuffs changed. Maybe, my principles changed. Or maybe, this is the real me. Surprise, surprise.
Not quite.
If the only way to gauge the cost for faith is to experience and see for yourself how much you are actually paying, then I do not know if I should hold on to faith, and bear the cost that gets progressively more, or just let mistrust take over and be spared of any cost that might entail.
Give and take, that’s the nature of life, they say. Happiness from giving is most fulfilling, the benevolent and magnanimous says. Happiness that comes from solely taking is only momentary, they justify as such. Yet, call me selfish whatever, but you can’t just live on promised sunshine and air. However much you want to keep your level of optimism, deep down inside there’s still a desire to hold on to something – something solid – that would serve as a reassurance, as a consolation, a tranquilizer to calm the heart.
Which is especially true and important to girls, is it not? We want to know, if ‘we’ matter, or if ‘we’ are of any special importance. Any at all, that would be great. Just how many of us girls out there, after a long dreadful day, just a single sweet little message from ‘him’ showing concern will be able to restore the smile that’s lost after unhappy experiences. Just a simple gesture to know that we are still of
some importance is sufficient. And THAT, will just be the perfect reassurance, the perfect consolation, the perfect tranquilizer.
It just hurts, somehow, to find that I’m getting more and more distant from his life. Maybe I’m just paranoid, or having the tendency to dwell into unhappy thoughts, or whatever that may suggest. But hey, this is good to show that he matters to me. What about me then?
What went wrong, I asked. Things were pleasant when we were in Singapore. He had never made me feel much upset, and he was always there.
Despite saying so much, I choose to trust instead of questioning. Stupid girl, am I not. So here I am, bearing the cost of faith, once more.
A friend of me said, “Unless he says game over, never lose your faith over trivial matters”.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008 15:00
Finally, after working for consecutive two days, I have
some free time for myself in the afternoon. This is already something applaudable, considering the fact that my aunt is married to her work.
I still have no idea what kind of position I am holding. Because other than doing the boring admin work, faxing and emailling out documents, sending out invoices and quotations, writing cheques, going to the bank on behalf of the company, making company calls
etcetra etcetra, I still gotta zap stuffs and do error checking that has negligible connection to the company. So basically I am her personal assistant with no overtime pay (because whenever there's orders or enquiries, that's gonna be our worktime).
Saturday, January 12, 2008 13:47
Are humans really that complicated?
Are some people just THAT thick to even comprehend simple HR skills?
Or am I just so 'privileged' to have to be in the position to receive all these rubbish?
I admit there are certain
groups of people whom I can't click with even if you give me the whole century to do it. But other than these
exceptional cases, I dare say I have not much problem getting along with the bulk of you. I won't be so free to piss you people off at random times with random things. So given standard conditions I reckon the process of getting acquainted with one another ain't that difficult.
If I can get along so well with some people out there, I can't understand why this doesn't hold for
some people.
Somehow this just makes me wanna leave this house sooner. Yet there's some other people I'm reluctant to bid goodbye to.
URGH. Humans. Why are we humans.
Friday, January 11, 2008 12:25
As I was wincing in pain on the couch just now, I suddenly saw a snippet from the past. In my head la, of course.
I was, five or six that time? Or maybe seven, or eight. It was a Sunday morning, and I went over to my parents' bedroom to make my presence known AKA waking them up for fun. Now my dad has a funny habit of snoring when dawn breaks (don't know why but he really doesn't snore at night. Only starts when the first ray of the sun illuminates the earth). But no sweat, I knew since I was little, the way to make him stop. So I rubbed gently the tip of his nose with the tip of my index finger, and he stopped, just like he was supposed to. Then my mom was amused, and suggested I put a cockroach inside his mouth instead for an instant reaction.
There, there, images from the past. Golden moments that only resides in memory. Life of simplicity, maybe not as vibrant but blessed, and as little child I was then, I looked up at mom and dad, wondering when they'll give me another present. But as I grew, I began to see things in my perspectives, and often enough that resulted in disagreements between family members.
Life was no longer simple, even now colours have different shades and every shade has now a name on its own. As more things come into perspective, more decisions have to be made which may just result in more disagreement and discontentment. Then as I grew further, I learnt to see things from various perspectives and thus, to understand and tolerate. Yet this new thinking process have let to a more difficult decision making process because I ponder, I think, I weigh, in hope of making the BEST decision.
In a few days' time I'll be leaving this house again. This time although not as far as Singapore, but somehow it feels more distant from home. Maybe that's because this time, I'm going out to work. I'm crossing over to the next phase, stepping into the society as a big girl. I'm no longer that little girl in my house who gets protected from the outside storm simply because she's daddy's baby girl.
Perhaps then, this is why, I feel more reluctant to leave for KL with dad on Sunday. Because once I leave, I will never be pampered ever again.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008 23:24
Before this page loaded I thought of writing.
But now, it's as if I don't already see the need to.
How much does faith cost?
Tuesday, January 08, 2008 11:29
As with the frequent changes made in our education system in view of bombarding us and our future generations with more knowledge, to equip us better to take this Knowledge Based Economy on, we are generally put under the impression that generations are getting smarter after generations because we learn more, and thus will know more.
Yes, syllabi are pushed much forward for students to be equipped with deeper knowledge and (hopefully) understanding regarding different fields of study. It's a common phenomenon to hear tutors telling JC students that such and such topic is of uni year 1 or year 2 topic. What people learnt in their university years, we learnt that BEFORE we stepped into uni even. So generations after generations, they'll know more about DNA and how to run PCR. Fine with me.
So, what? What about kids who know all about double helices but have barely any knowledge about everyday life?
This is my story. I am an A'Level graduate with an education level that's at least double than that of my grandma's. Yet what happened proved me nothing more than a mere idiot, and this really annoys me.
I was told to get a can of white paint and herbs yesterday. My grandma wanted to make some herbal soup (good for our hair, she claimed) and so she named the name of that herbal soup. There wasn't any problem about getting the white paint of course. Then I went into that herb shop and instinctively asked for the herb - main ingredient for that kind of soup, and ONLY that herb. I mean, that was what my granny said, of course that'll be what I buy. I guess Bio has trained me to reproduce exactly - and only - what that's been input.
So when I got home feeling triumphant because I got two packets of the same herb instead of one, so that my granny doesn't need to make another trip when she wants to make the same soup again. But when I showed her the two bags of herbs, my grandma started laughing because apparently I got her too much of the same herb and none of the accompanying herbs for the same soup!
I stood there, speechless. A part of me was reprimanding of my sheer stupidity and the lack of common sense that consequently resulted in a waste of money (although its only four ringgit in total), while the other part retorted because it wasn't really my fault and the fact that I had zero idea what other herbs to go with it. My grandma laughed at my naiveness, and said it wasn't my fault at all, that it's her mistake for not telling me everything.
I can say I am much more a literate than my granny is. But knowing so much more about DNA doesn't help in getting a bowl of herbal soup ready. Being able to understand and edit HTMLs that otherwise appear like combinations of alphabets to my granny doesn't make me a better cook (or cook nicer and more edible food for that matter). Getting these extra years of education does bring me closer to facing the new KBE, but at the same time, distances me more from traditional ways of living which often prove interesting and wise.
I'm sure most of us have something to say against the approval of the usage of calculators in primary schools. You see, calculators that were once forbidden to every primary school kid, that were once seen as the luxury of the upper sec, is now one of the tools of teaching in primary schools. It was during primary school that we learnt the mathematical skills, understand the system of numbers. These skills are the skills that come in useful in our everyday life, and they are what we will need till we are very, very old. Imagine if we were not trained to do mathematical manipulations since young, how dependent are we now on the calculators? It's the same. Once the kids are allowed to punch the calculators to get the numbers, they will not have the skills that are so vital in their lives in future.
The case will be, future generations will see themselves with calculators when they go grocery shopping, because they can't calculate for themselves how much they have to pay and if they have enough money.
So what's the point if everyone knows about DNA or Gibbs energy or radioactivity or what have you because the syllabi have been pushed so much forward that everyone is a walking encyclopedia, if they can't even change common fractions to decimals?
As the globalisation and modernization snowball rolls in, many traditional ways of doing things have been slowly eroded from the society.
That's why I feel so much a dwarf when I look at my grandma (despite my height). In spite of low education level she has managed to succeed in her own ways - ways which I, despite having higher education level, could not.
Are we really so much smarter the generations before us? Not quite.
Sunday, January 06, 2008 12:03
How much does faith cost, I asked.
A month long of horrible waiting, Shum suggested.
Aptly phrased, accurately answered. Makes sense, especially in Shum's context. Faith really brought her a long way, not to mention gave her a long wait too.
How much does faith cost? Really, immeasurable by wealth.
I find myself sighing again. My life here is still pretty uneventful. Perhaps KL has better things for me. Perhaps, perhaps, my life is only seen amidst the buzz of the city.
I should get going.
Friday, January 04, 2008 16:17
观察朋友们的MSN名字已经成为我每次上网比定做的事 因为这些字字句句表面上看起来没什么意思 但每字每句都是他们对生活的感触 就是因为这样 观察他们nickname的变化就变成有趣的事。
我又如往常那样到messenger window看我朋友们的nickname 惊觉一位朋友居然说出一句那么聪明的话
或许有点cliche 但是足以让我停下来看 脑子也反复的再想
“有心的人 再远也会记挂对方 无心的人 近在咫尺却远在天涯”
有趣。
再到了那位朋友的blog看她最新的entry 看她如何注释“喜欢”跟“爱”以及两者之间的区别
后来我就想，到底我是喜欢立奇抑或爱他呢？
说实在的 我从未想过会去爱一个人 毕竟我总觉得 爱 太复杂了
我不了解也没关系
看完过后才发现 猜得没错 是喜欢
在一起就是为了大家好 只要大家都过的快乐 相处的时间是宝贵的 是爱或是喜欢 重要吗？
Thursday, January 03, 2008 12:43
Have I told you why dogs always appear so adorable to me? That's because they often amuse me in the most unexpected ways. Which is something other animals can't do because they just lack the chemistry dogs have with Man.
There's this stray dog look-a-like which has been wandering about my neighbourhood lately. Why I said stray dog lookalike is because it looks like one but it isn't. There isn't any tag on her(yes she's a bitch) and she keeps loitering here and there, warming my pavement once in a while, and barking every now and then (thank god she doesn't have the habit of lubricating my gates!). But the fact is, she's kept and belongs to the family living opposite me. No wonder she has a particular liking for my pavement.
Anyway, this dog has had the fearful reputation of barking at random people passing by, and more reknowned for stupidly putting up a frantic chase at random Malay kids whenever they walk by. Now don't ask me why only Malay kids because I'm as baffled as you are, but really, I don't see it chasing after any non-Malays so far. A racist dog, huh?
So I really witnessed its racism and somehow was so deeply amused by it. As I opened my gates this morning, a kid(yes, Malay) walked me by. The dog was all the while lying on my pavement beside my gates (somehow it loves my pavement), and it suddenly sprang up, and began it's 100meter dash towards that poor little kid! Goodness so they started the run which lasted for a few hundred metres before the dog suddenly gave up and turned around. Then, it started some light stroll back to where it was lying.
Funny huh? I tell you, there's no other animal which amuses me as much as dogs.
***
Right. Today's first day of school for my bro and sis. Yet the insomnia that hit me last night felt as if I'm the one who's going for school and I'm the one who's anxious about school reopen. So I slept at an outstanding time of 5.30!
Despite my drowsiness and dizziness I still gave the Kancil a quick bath and voila! It looks so squeaky clean (imagine the sparkle) and it reflects light! Whoa! So guess what after I told dad I washed the car? He texted "Good girl! Take good care of it now, the car is now yours."
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I have a car after I wash it!
Although it's a Kancil but still!Perhaps I should wash more expensive cars.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008 23:38
On 1st Jan 2008 0000hr, spectacular firworks filled the sky. I looked at them (TV life broadcast) and thought, what a grand beginning of a brand new year.
As we cheer for such eye-blinding explosions, 2007 bid us goodbye, and without a trace, 2008 crept in. 'Happy New Year!' everyone wished to one another.
Yet, what's so 'new' about this New Year?
What's gonna be so different in 2008 that makes it different from 2007?
Still, we dwell on hope. Hope, a positive and optimistic projection of the future, is what drives most of us forward. So me, being one who thinks alot, hopes alot, and fantasize alot, it's not surprising to find myself thinking of my new year resolutions. Whether I'll do it is another matter, but having some resolutions is like having some guide or goal for the year, and theoretically that will mean the year won't be wasted.
So here it goes, my new year resolution:
1. Be a more responsible person. Like what MooiHwa jiejie said, irresponsibility doesn't just reflect badly on thyself, it brings inconvenience to others too. And I thought, not that I'm an irresponsible person but there's still room for improvement and I certainly fall short of my own expectation of the 'ideal me'.
2. Be more forgiving, more compromising, and more understanding. Gosh by saying that it seems like I'm such an UNforgiving, UNcompromising and UN-undstanding person. I declare, I'm NOT. I guess I should learn to give more, let go more, and hold on less. There's no point clutching onto things that are meant to be left alone. At least if I learn to let go more often, I'll feel less of the pain and consequently a happier and lighter (NOT literally) person.
3. Be a sharper fashion radar. OKAYY girls (and boys), don't roll your eyes yet. What are girls without the inner desire to be dressed fancifully and shine like a princess? Therefore before you call me BIMBO again, please. HAHA. So that includes having a better fashion sense, have greater makeup skills, and voila! Fashionista in the making!
I think I have made enough resolutions to keep myself busy enough throughout the year trying to carry out all my resolutions. So I shall not burden myself further by laying out more resolutions (because I know, I'm such a RESPONSIBLE person that I'll make sure I carry out every resolution I made.
Like real).
So people, what are you new year resolutions?
I'm trying to find, and I'm certainly anticipating, things that are installed for 2008 which make 2008 a year different from 2007. Are you curious too?
