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Automatic loveletter

You can take your love away
But don't you ever leave me alone
Burn the ghosts we've carried home
Come on, touch me
Show me you're imperfect, too
These broken lights
They shine on us tonight

Wednesday, February 10, 2010 @ 1:10 AM

I feel super cheated.

Don't promise something 3-4 months ago, and don't deliver it, telling me there is no such opportunity at the moment.

It is not as if i really wanted it, but when you are told you will be receiving something, it is natural that you will expect, and when this expectation is not met, of cuz one will feel cheated and let down.

This is exactly how i feel.

Can't wait for the day when i can finally move on too.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009 @ 12:02 AM

I thought planning a wedding is fun.
Choosing gown, finalising guest lists, confirming decoration, venue etc.
Sounds great and exciting isn't it.

Wrong.

I am dreading it.
As much as i am looking forward to the next stage of my life with my significant other, there are JUST SO MANY other factors to consider about.

Worried about hurting people's feelings if they are not invited, worrying about the cost, the space, the heat, the planning, the schedule...

Fuck.

And I thought wedding is ALL ABOUT ME.
Why do I feel that i end up having to care about what people thinks or feels.
It is like history repeating itself.

I didn't want to hold a stupid 21st Birthday Party previously cuz of having to entertain people, frantic that they haven't got enough to eat, or that they are bored, or that i am a bad host, the food sux blah blah blah.

But i had it in the end cuz Dear had been very enthusiastic about it, and want to plan one for me to make it memorable. I saw his commitment to make me happy, to make it a lovely memory of my 21st Birthday.

Yes, i remember that.

But i also remember not eating enough, worried about the food, worried about my guests' boredom, worried who is coming and who is not.

Is it worth it, really?

And seriously, I am facing this shit again and I am totally not enjoying it.

If i invite only one relative, the other will say that one never got invited, later not happy la, OH why you never invite me? Why you never even ask? Oh you should invite so and so cuz he/she is elder/more important/senior whatever.

Or oh, since you cannot invite all of us, then is ok, we don't come lor.

HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why am I being bugged by such nonsense?

IT IS SUPPOSED TO A HAPPY OCCASION.
IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE SOMETHING I AM ANTICIPATING.
IT IS SOMETHING THAT SHOULD BE SETTLED EASILY.

IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE MY FUCKING WEDDING!!!!!!!!!!!!

And why the fuck am i so being bothered by the no. of people to turn up????????????

When i choose the location @ Crowne, i love the ambience and thinking i will be, you know, commerating this next stage of my life with my closest group of people.

BUT NO, IT JUST NOT GOING TO TURN OUT THIS WAY.

It will turn out to be a hot and stuffy, squeezy, hot, perspiring day with a damn unhappy bride.

Monday, July 27, 2009 @ 1:41 AM

Adsolutely beautiful.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009 @ 12:31 AM

From i-am-genevieve.com blog:

A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a US$7,000 full page ad in the paper to present the HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.

Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams,and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement.

I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.

Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisonor of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.

These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.

A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.

And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

______________________________________________

A Note from the Author:

If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters.

Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.

Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards.

Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care,that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility. Any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious.

Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

- Jim Willis

I just cried somewhere in the middle and just want to cuddle Batman right now.
You simply can feel the love just by looking at their eyes, you know?
It simply cannot be translated into words. I guess only animal owners can understand this feeling.

*OFF TO HUG BATMAN NOW!*

Wednesday, July 08, 2009 @ 9:11 PM

I really really really really really really need/want/desire/must have a reality escape aka TRAVELLING.

Suffering from travelling deprivation syndrome. :(

Monday, June 22, 2009 @ 9:08 PM

Phuket Getaway 20 -23 May 2009.

Day 1 - ATV. Patong Beach. Bangla Road. Seafood.

Aspery Hotel. Love it there.

BEST WATERMELON SHAKE I EVER HAD!

Day 2 - Phi Phi Island. Snorkelling. Island Hopping. Bangla Road again. Seafood.

MY HIRED 'ROWER' HARD AT WORK, while i enjoy the breeze. :P

LOVE THE BBQ PRAWNS!!

Day 3 - Jetski!!! Fuji Restaurant (no pix but we ate until we cannot move for just $60!). Home.

And i want to go back there again with my best travelling partner - DD!!

Sunday, June 21, 2009 @ 12:58 AM

The past 3 weeks has been a whirlwind of activities.

There are so many FIRST that i have done in my life within the 3 weeks.
Can't believe it.

It started off with BUYING A HOUSE a day after I came back from Phuket.
The agent arranged for us 2 houses to view on 24 May 09.
One was a repeated one, the house was rather 'badly' maintained, with water marks and alot of renovation works was to be done.

And probably due to this reason, the 2nd one was like WOW! and it is the 1st time that we had this 'I'm home!" feeling after viewing close to 10 houses!
We really like it, it was really well maintained.

And guess what, we made our biggest purchase in our entire life, within 30 mins or so!

Went back to the house with an offer of $417,000, accepted and signed.

Another interested buyer almost took MY HOUSE away from us, lucky we were fast enough. hurhur.

Just a quick peek.

Gonna start the renovation much later la.
Not moving so soon. No money. Sigh.
But i am SOOOO looking forward to my house!

With the house settled, the ROM location hunting started.
Well, not really hunting in that sense. Did alot reading in Forums, and went to 2 locations - Crowne Plaza Changi Airport T3 and Furama Riverfront.

We were really impressed with CP and totally love the ambience there.
Lovely poolside and function room!
They even throw in a deluxe room for us!
Downside is that we have to rent our own AV system and mikes cuz they don't provide and their holding capacity is really limited - 45 pax at most.

Furama Riverfront pales in comparison in term of ambience and decor but the package was much cheaper and more comprehensive, but they didn't throw in any room for us.

And in the end, we settled for CP!!!
Gonna send them the contract on Monday for confirmation.

Love the poolside!

With that settled as well, we went for wedding bands search!

Went to TianPo, SooKee, Love & Co.

Love the designs at Love & Co but it was quite ex and they don't custom make to Platinum which is what Dear wants it to be due to his job nature.

Went to Goldheart after seeking June's advice, and we found THE PAIR that we both agree on! It will take about 3 months to customise. Seriously, i can't wait to collect it. hehee

Soooo...

- HOUSE -> CHECKED
- ROM LOCATION -> CHECKED
- WEDDING BANDS -> CHECKED

Cost so far...
- $417000, had to pay $5260 first for the option etc
- ROM, approx $3200
- Wedding bands $2388

End results?
BROKE.

Experience? Priceless.

And the hunt for the wedding banquet location continues...
We kind of agreed on one already, but still undecided cuz we prefer another ballroom much more.

Viewed
Swissotel Merchant Court
Ballroom was so so, short march in.
But private reception area, only one ballroom, there is exclusivity and the package is very comprehensive.

Pan Pacific
Ballroom is long, hence long March in. Kinda like the decor.
2 nights stay @ Bridal Suite, package is the most ex of the all i viewed.
Coordinator SUX. I really CANNOT stand him. Seriously, feel like slapping him.

Meritus Mandarin
LOVE the ballroom, ambience, march in is rather short. But huge projector screen.
Only 1 night stay @ bridal. Menu is not really impressive.
And they need a minimum of 40 tables, which we can't meet. :(

Marina Mandarin
Ballroom height is awfully LOW. Looked kinda compressed but i quite like the ballroom but the height is a big issue. Love the hotel too. BUt the height of the ballroom turns us away.

Swissotel Stamford
Ballroom is HIGH and L shaped march in, so enough time to wave hands at everyone. hahah. Not impressed with the thingy on the ceiling though. HATE the carpet. Package is not very comprehensive but after adding everything, still was quite reasonable.
Best of all, they don't serve shark fin.

SOOOO...
I dunno la.
Dilemma.

Sigh.

And seriously, i hate saving money.
It is like trying to quit smoking, literally you know?