Friday, 19 February 2010
Friday, 12 February 2010
A visit to the "reality"
Have you ever look out the window, hoping that all the things in front of you weren't true? Or perhaps hiding in your room, and day-dreaming about the life you really want, but you already know that it's quite impossible? Or even worst, you actually wished your dad to die soon, so all your trouble will vanish with his death?

Mel_recce37s, originally uploaded by lomomilo.
I do, but not much of the dying part... and I still dream about my dream, whether or not is it going to come true for me.
The reason why I have all this thoughts, is that... I visited my "dad" at Meranti Home yesterday. I didn't go alone. I went with my mom. And if you ask me why I labelled him as "dad", and not just dad.. I just find it hard to call him that as he's never been much of a daddy to me. *deep breath*
If you will to ask me about what happened now, I won't be able to finish the whole story in this lil post. So bear with me, and let me spills out my thought slowly?
I'm actually finding it hard to write whatever I'm thinking out on the blog now, as I realized while growing up, I learned how to be stronger. But as I grew stronger, I stopped talking about it as compared to when I'm younger. As I stopped talking about it, I find it difficult to talk about it again. But I know I have to face up to the reality, and I swear I tried ways of facing this reality of mine. (I actually tried to write a short film on him and my thinking, but it's all polluted with thoughts of hatred and just my point of view. But I stopped, as I still couldn't face up to the fact... or let's say, 'cos I didn't want to find out about his point of view.)

Roll1_C003482-R1-03-3, originally uploaded by lomomilo.
And so, I saw him again. (I actually paused for quite a while as I'm trying to figure out my thoughts...) It's a different kind of feeling seeing him this time. It used to be hatred. But now, I feel like I need to release myself from all this hatred as I am tired from hating. I'll be just happy if he stop all his nonsense and stay at the home like he is now. I am seriously happy at the way things are now in the house, and it will be really really great if it stays the same. All I want is a peaceful home. For I cherish what I have now, and not what has happened before.
I still couldn't talk to him yet, but I'm just feeling happy that I don't hate him as much as before.
I thank him, for showing me the reality and cruelness of the world.
I thank him, for making me a much stronger person.
I thank him, for if wasn't for him and my mom, I won't be able to live this world.
And I will thank him, if he stop giving us trouble and stay at where he is supposed to be.
P/s: I was walking pass my mom with a plate of hams and egg, and she shifted her leg almost tripping me even tho I told her I'M WALKING PASS!! OMG!!! And I complaint and she replied, "Why would I want to trip you, if you fall I need to mop the floor lo!" I'm like so you care more about the oil spill from the food rather than ME falling... I'm f*cking disappointed.
Mel_recce37s, originally uploaded by lomomilo.
I do, but not much of the dying part... and I still dream about my dream, whether or not is it going to come true for me.
The reason why I have all this thoughts, is that... I visited my "dad" at Meranti Home yesterday. I didn't go alone. I went with my mom. And if you ask me why I labelled him as "dad", and not just dad.. I just find it hard to call him that as he's never been much of a daddy to me. *deep breath*
If you will to ask me about what happened now, I won't be able to finish the whole story in this lil post. So bear with me, and let me spills out my thought slowly?
I'm actually finding it hard to write whatever I'm thinking out on the blog now, as I realized while growing up, I learned how to be stronger. But as I grew stronger, I stopped talking about it as compared to when I'm younger. As I stopped talking about it, I find it difficult to talk about it again. But I know I have to face up to the reality, and I swear I tried ways of facing this reality of mine. (I actually tried to write a short film on him and my thinking, but it's all polluted with thoughts of hatred and just my point of view. But I stopped, as I still couldn't face up to the fact... or let's say, 'cos I didn't want to find out about his point of view.)
Roll1_C003482-R1-03-3, originally uploaded by lomomilo.
And so, I saw him again. (I actually paused for quite a while as I'm trying to figure out my thoughts...) It's a different kind of feeling seeing him this time. It used to be hatred. But now, I feel like I need to release myself from all this hatred as I am tired from hating. I'll be just happy if he stop all his nonsense and stay at the home like he is now. I am seriously happy at the way things are now in the house, and it will be really really great if it stays the same. All I want is a peaceful home. For I cherish what I have now, and not what has happened before.
I still couldn't talk to him yet, but I'm just feeling happy that I don't hate him as much as before.
I thank him, for showing me the reality and cruelness of the world.
I thank him, for making me a much stronger person.
I thank him, for if wasn't for him and my mom, I won't be able to live this world.
And I will thank him, if he stop giving us trouble and stay at where he is supposed to be.
P/s: I was walking pass my mom with a plate of hams and egg, and she shifted her leg almost tripping me even tho I told her I'M WALKING PASS!! OMG!!! And I complaint and she replied, "Why would I want to trip you, if you fall I need to mop the floor lo!" I'm like so you care more about the oil spill from the food rather than ME falling... I'm f*cking disappointed.
Thursday, 11 February 2010
Springclean 2010
springclean 2010, originally uploaded by lomomilo.
Had a war with the dust left over from 2009 in my room, and TADA!!! Lovee my new work desk!
And also a new dining table for only $120+ per set. Nice enough for a small family!
But it's still a long way to go before I can totally turn the house into something niceeeeeeeeee :D I love making the house pretty!!
Friday, 5 February 2010
The Confession of a BROKE 'shopaholic'
The Cathay, originally uploaded by lomomilo.
You're broke 'cos of the obvious reason, and together with your best friend, the two of you walked into the deadly trap set up by mall owners all over Orchard Road. You suddenly feel an adrenaline rush, but deep in your heart you hear a voice saying, "NO! YOU CAN'T SHOP ANYMORE! IF YOU DO, YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO GO ON A HOLIDAY!"
And as you walked into your favorite shops like Leftfoot Entrepot, +20 Bulbs, woodwould and so on, you just keep mumbling to yourself, "Holiday, holiday, holiday... ..." till something cute just pop right in front of you and the urge of buying it keep rushing up your blood!
giraffe, originally uploaded by lomomilo.
Thousands of 'excuses' start pouring in your mind, telling you how much you "WANT" the stuffs, and not "NEED" the stuffs. Like, "Ohhh, how nice it will look on my desk~ when I'm stressed I can just play with it or looking at it makes me feel all happy!" But the fact is, after a few months your attention will be directed to something new again, and the routine goes on and on.
Then, your best friend caught that danger look in your eyes, and walked up to you, slapping you out of your dream and drags you away from the devil. And you guys will be like debating about why you should buy, or why you shouldn't buy all those 101 stuffs that you liked on your way. And it all summarized to you don't actually need those items unless you earn lots of money. Or you can just try to enter into contests and pray that you will win stuffs you want as you just can't afford them.
So the moral of the story is, “Join The Cathay Facebook page (www.facebook.com/thecathay) to get updated with latest promos, events, contests & giveaways!”
Just... living my life
Why I say "group" is because, they are not really a group. Haha, just one or two peeps from different part of my "friends' list". Anyway, it's nice as finally I have the time to meet up so it's all simple but good.
Anyway, am reading my new book even though my Roald Dahl's isn't done reading. "If you could see me now" by Cecelia Ahern, the author of "PS, I love you". I really like the movie "PS, I love you", so without second thought I bought the book written by the same writer. I mean, how bad can it be if I liked her previous work? I'm only starting to read, and I think it's pretty good. I won't saying what is it about, so just go to the book store and check it out!
And while reading, some of you might be thinking, "Awww, how boring is your life..." But I really must say that I feel much happier right now. I had a chat with a friend about it, and I guess not many others will understand what I exactly meant. I might be earning lesser, 'cos I'm working much lesser too, but I'm happy to have time for me. You know, everyone needs time for themselves! And also time for family, and friends, and perhaps holiday. Just trying to cherish what I currently have, instead of asking for more and not being happy about not having more. It's kind of random so never mind, just wanna say I'm happier now. :D
Thursday, 28 January 2010
Tweet the twitter
If you want to follow me on twitter, it's actually very easy. Just sign up for a twitter account and click on follow on my tweet page and wait for me to approve the request! "Tada!!" I love it because it's easy for friends to catch up with each other, and not as complicated as facebook. Somehow I think facebook is corrupted with way too many applications, which "communicating" isn't as effective anymore. You guys should know, all the clicking on profiles and peeking into their photo albums or super-poking or visiting their cafe world or zoo world without some form of communication. Twitter is so much simpler, you got to really type and say something to interact with others.
Okay, I'm not trying to advertise again, it's just my personal preference. :P
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
It's not just a simple haircut
The story is, I walked into Kimage requesting for a simple trim to my hair, and the hair stylist started to comment about my hair colour that's turning "yellow".. and that new year is coming, blah blah blah it's not going to be looking nice. So I took the bait and decided to colour my hair! And so the process goes on, I don't have to describe as I bet everyone will know how it's like doing hair colouring. At the point where I'm waiting for my colour to settle after the chemical is applied on my hair, the hair stylist came to me and talked about how dry your hair will be without treatment, and give a short lesson and different kind of treatments blah blah blah.. I was kind of bored so I listened on. Then she goes on recommending me their salon shampoo and hair mask if I didn't want the treatment, and goes on blah blah blah talking about the shampoo and how the mask will make my hair colour last longer, that your hair will be soft and silky. So, I took the treatment choice (She only gave me two choices), and rejected the shampoo and hair mask. When the treatment is done, she started to compliment how soft and silky my hair is after treatment blah blah blah. And when I'm all done after 2 hours which I'm not supposed to be spending that long in that salon, she asked again if I really didn't want the shampoo and hair mask! I didn't took the last bait and paid for my oh-so-not-supposed-to-be-spending-that-much hair.
The thing is, the services are good. I'm happy with the treatment, the trim is simple just a lil expensive for that price I feel, the colour is normal, but I felt like I'm a fish waiting to be caught on their bait the moment I stepped in. I spent about $150 over when I only intended to spend $38 for that simple trim and wash.
[ ms-tofu ], originally uploaded by lomomilo.
That hair stylist is a better sales person rather than a good hair stylist. How sad. The lesson learnt today? Never, ever go for a hair cut when you're broke.
The secret is revealed... that men are cruel
I'm not trying to advertise this documentary. It's just after watching this, it left a great impact on me.
Have you ever wonder where did those dolphins at sentosa came from? And how did they got captured and got sent over to Singapore or any other countries with water world like ours? This film just hits me in the head that people are just jailing dolphins for our very own pleasure. You feel happy seeing them perform and doing tricks, but are those dolphins happy? Try imagining yourself as one of those dolphin who swam in the big ocean with friends and family, and one day you got caught and jailed in those lil pool and forced to learn tricks and perform like a clown. How do you feel?
This film opened up my eyes as it showed me the start of all this, right at Taiji, Japan. The place where thousands of dolphins got slaughtered after the "selection". The better dolphins are sold all over the world to be clowns, and what happened to those that are not chosen? They got slaughtered, and sold as meat. Dolphin meat! Try googling how much mercury dolphin meat contain and what kind of illness it will bring you. Why can't people just leave those poor dolphins alone?
Watch this documentary and you guys will know exactly how I'm feeling right now. And please support the cause too. Take part and help those dolphins!
disclaimer: pictures taken from The Cove group from facebook.
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Employment Fairness Act vs World's Dorkest Mom
As I was doing all that, I recalled this certain company that's focus on employment fairness and told my mom about it so she will know how to protect herself at work. And she started asking me for the company's contact and goes whining about how her colleague kept slacking and not doing her job, and that she's running and taking the drinks order all the time, etc. (she's a runner in a normal coffee shop, usually called the kopi soh or coffee aunty) I almost fainted while hearing this, and I don't know if I should laugh or cry.
Can anyone else have a mother like mine?
Monday, 25 January 2010
"Simply paying the bills, and existing, isn’t sufficient."
Firstly, those who already know of this blog will be wondering, "Wow!! Your blog is alive again after XXX years!" Yessss, I know, I know. I started blogging since 2004 or earlier?
Back then was more of a space for me to whine and complaint about school and stuffs. But now, I'm starting to blog again just because I feel like I need to do something about my life! I don't know where to start, I don't how to start, and I don't even know what to start with.. BUT!! I am so going to start writing it in a way to nag at myself.
Have you guys heard of the quarter-life crisis? I didn't till I read it in CLEO magazine few months back, and I was kind of shocked after reading the whole article. Like OMG!! How true and how similar it's to what and how I'm feeling right now!
By the way if you do not know what's QLC, here's what I quoted from wilkiepedia.
"The quarterlife crisis is a term applied to the period of life immediately following the major changes of adolescence, usually ranging from the early twenties to the early thirties. The term is named by analogy with mid-life crisis.
Characteristics of quarter-life crisis may include:
* realizing that the pursuits of one's peers are useless
* confronting their own mortality
* watching time slowly take its toll on their parents, only to realize they are next
* insecurity regarding the fact that their actions are meaningless
* insecurity concerning ability to love themselves, let alone another person
* insecurity regarding present accomplishments
* re-evaluation of close interpersonal relationships
* lack of friendships or romantic relationships, sexual frustration, and involuntary celibacy
* disappointment with one's job
* nostalgia for university, college, high school or elementary school life
* tendency to hold stronger opinions
* boredom with social interactions
* loss of closeness to high school and college friends
* financially-rooted stress (overwhelming college loans, unanticipatedly high cost of living, etc.)
* loneliness, depression and suicide
* desire to have children
* a sense that everyone is, somehow, doing better than you
* frustration with social skills"
So, I was amazed after reading it and went on to google it further. (google's my new best friend btw) I was almost speechless and could literally feel my jaw lying on my desk, and could hear a voice in my head saying "I am so not alone.".
Therefore, by blogging, I'm hoping to find out what exactly complete me, and how I can actually jump out of this whole crisis thing. I'm not asking for anything perfect, but hopefully, a kind of balance?
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