This makes me so happy.
{The Beatles Player}
Friday
113. Proud and ashamed.
I can't say how proud I am of you Soldier boy. You're one step and a month's (?) time closer to attaining your badge. But that would also mean we'll be apart for 3 weeks. Had my last paper today and it was so awfully sweet of you to try means and ways to soothe the wrinkles caused by worries away and instead, cheered me up by offering to study w me should I need to sit for supp paper(s).
Can't wait to see you tomorrow.
& oh, I splurged. A dress. A skirt. 3 necklaces. All under 3 hours. I literally had to tear myself away from getting the bag from Aldo. (I'm still thinking about it.) & oh gosh, the after-splurge guilt and loathing and questioning, "Do I really want this? Do I really look nice in this? Should I take it back to the store?"
Oh damn.
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EDIT // 3:31 AM
The workout I just did should serve as a punishment for my frivolous shopping - but I'm mighty pleased with myself nonetheless! (BEAMS)
Picture below was taken in the changing room during my post-exam-shopping-spree earlier and that's the skirt bought on impulse but putting that aside, let's shift our focus to those unsightly bulges.
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..
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...like potatoes in a sack PLEASE!?! So, it isn't so splurge-worthy after all BUT since I've already bought it, for whatever reasons that spurred to me to do so, I am determined to wear it - and look good in it. So...I'm challenging myself; I'll take a picture of myself wearing it again in 2 weeks' time (15.03.12) after a series of workout and see if we can see visible improvement!
Till then, the skirt shall remain tagged and unworn. Challenge's on!
Can't wait to see you tomorrow.
& oh, I splurged. A dress. A skirt. 3 necklaces. All under 3 hours. I literally had to tear myself away from getting the bag from Aldo. (I'm still thinking about it.) & oh gosh, the after-splurge guilt and loathing and questioning, "Do I really want this? Do I really look nice in this? Should I take it back to the store?"
Oh damn.
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EDIT // 3:31 AM
The workout I just did should serve as a punishment for my frivolous shopping - but I'm mighty pleased with myself nonetheless! (BEAMS)
Picture below was taken in the changing room during my post-exam-shopping-spree earlier and that's the skirt bought on impulse but putting that aside, let's shift our focus to those unsightly bulges.
.
..
...
...like potatoes in a sack PLEASE!?! So, it isn't so splurge-worthy after all BUT since I've already bought it, for whatever reasons that spurred to me to do so, I am determined to wear it - and look good in it. So...I'm challenging myself; I'll take a picture of myself wearing it again in 2 weeks' time (15.03.12) after a series of workout and see if we can see visible improvement!
Till then, the skirt shall remain tagged and unworn. Challenge's on!
Thursday
112. No way
Last night, I felt like I lost a spark of passion. I'm hoping it's a "one time" thing that I can attribute to me being sick.
Friday
111. Cos you'll always be my No.1
Friday tomorrow and I'm dizzy w excitement. 2 years, and just 4 months short of 3; I still get all excited at the thought of meeting you! It feels like my first few dates w you, and that suits me just fine. Damn, have I missed you this whole week. :]
Wednesday
110. "Gif" for you
Monday
109. One step closer
CAN YOU MAKE IT FEEL LIKE HOME, IF I TELL YOU YOU'RE MINE?
Somewhere above, someone must be smiling down on me. & I won't be surprised if it was you Papa.
Two entries back I mentioned about balloting for our flat; the results came out earlier than expected and we received unexpected good news - yup, WE GOT IT! Now we just got to choose our unit, wait for the completion of the construction and move in. To say I'm elated is an understatement. I had to pinch myself. And I would probably continue to do so until the day we move in.
In fact, we were so excited at the prospect of getting our own place, we went over to where our flats would be (currently an empty piece of land) and 'explored the neighbourhood'. Yes, I know what they say about counting your chicks before they hatch but our excitement was too much for us to contain. So in a nutshell, there isn't much to complain about my life; good friends, good bosses and a super doting boyfriend who took the initiative to help me realise my dream, now OUR dream. Plus, this piece of good news would tide me over any struggles that'll come my way. Things are definitely looking up, don't they always when you give it some time?
Somewhere above, someone must be smiling down on me. & I won't be surprised if it was you Papa.
Two entries back I mentioned about balloting for our flat; the results came out earlier than expected and we received unexpected good news - yup, WE GOT IT! Now we just got to choose our unit, wait for the completion of the construction and move in. To say I'm elated is an understatement. I had to pinch myself. And I would probably continue to do so until the day we move in.
In fact, we were so excited at the prospect of getting our own place, we went over to where our flats would be (currently an empty piece of land) and 'explored the neighbourhood'. Yes, I know what they say about counting your chicks before they hatch but our excitement was too much for us to contain. So in a nutshell, there isn't much to complain about my life; good friends, good bosses and a super doting boyfriend who took the initiative to help me realise my dream, now OUR dream. Plus, this piece of good news would tide me over any struggles that'll come my way. Things are definitely looking up, don't they always when you give it some time?
Wednesday
108. Seriously
I MUST, I MUST, I MUST - I MUST INCREASE MY BUST!
When I first heard that rhyme (back in Primary 6 during CHIJ Katong Primary's 70th anniversary), I laughed OUT LOUD. This one-liner still amuses me till today.Yeap, my sense of humour hasn't changed much. On another totally unrelated note, 2012 promises (let's see if it proves) to be a very exciting year.
Firstly, in exactly a month's time; 29 days to be exact since we have 29 days this February, I won't have to go back to school ANYMORE! Yay or Nay? For someone who doesn't enjoy regurgitating what I read in exchange for marks, I'll vote for the former. No more school means I will finally quit my "double life" as a student/sales assistant to be a FULL-TIME.....that's where some serious decisions need to be made.
And while we're on the topic of 'serious decisions', I have made some decisions to make a few changes in my life:
1) Lose 5 kg. Now, cellulite and thick thighs (plus natural child-bearing hips) have always plagued me since puberty. If I am allowed to be dramatic, THEY HAVE RUINED MY ADOLESCENT PHASE and more than bruised my ego on countless occasions. If I was someone with little confidence, I would have flung myself off a building because "THICK THIGHS RUINED MY LIFE." Yeah, that's probably how I would start my suicide note. So thank God I am able to seek solace in my other shinier attributes like...I'll leave that for another day.
2) Invisalign. "For what?" STRAIGHTEN MY TEETH SO I CAN HAVE A MEGA-WATT SMILE. "But your smile is FINEEE!!!" So it is. Then can I do it so I can INCREASE THE VALUE OF MY CURRENT SMILE??? And even if it means spending my hard-earned $6k to (worst case scenario) $10k on getting my dream smile, I am WILLING to do it just cos it will make me really happy; YES, even when I lie in my coffin next time, I will leave specific instructions for my mortician to show my Invisalign-ed teeth.
It's so hard for people to understand your dreams because as long as they are not on the "same page", they immediately categorize them as "junk wants". It's frustrating. And worse is that you get berated or a whole guilt-tripping lecture that makes you want to surrender all your money to the Feedthechildrenfoundation.com (I made that up). SIGH. It's no wonder depressed artists commit suicide all the time. Because people don't understand their dreams. Van Gogh was depressed, Picasso was, so was Da Vinci right? And after they die, people suddenly value their creations and dreams they once had. (The fuck?)
So to wrap it all up, I am serious. I really want these and I thank anybody who'll support me through these decisions (ability to help me lose weight is a bonus).
I. Will. Get. It.
When I first heard that rhyme (back in Primary 6 during CHIJ Katong Primary's 70th anniversary), I laughed OUT LOUD. This one-liner still amuses me till today.Yeap, my sense of humour hasn't changed much. On another totally unrelated note, 2012 promises (let's see if it proves) to be a very exciting year.
Firstly, in exactly a month's time; 29 days to be exact since we have 29 days this February, I won't have to go back to school ANYMORE! Yay or Nay? For someone who doesn't enjoy regurgitating what I read in exchange for marks, I'll vote for the former. No more school means I will finally quit my "double life" as a student/sales assistant to be a FULL-TIME.....that's where some serious decisions need to be made.
And while we're on the topic of 'serious decisions', I have made some decisions to make a few changes in my life:
1) Lose 5 kg. Now, cellulite and thick thighs (plus natural child-bearing hips) have always plagued me since puberty. If I am allowed to be dramatic, THEY HAVE RUINED MY ADOLESCENT PHASE and more than bruised my ego on countless occasions. If I was someone with little confidence, I would have flung myself off a building because "THICK THIGHS RUINED MY LIFE." Yeah, that's probably how I would start my suicide note. So thank God I am able to seek solace in my other shinier attributes like...I'll leave that for another day.
2) Invisalign. "For what?" STRAIGHTEN MY TEETH SO I CAN HAVE A MEGA-WATT SMILE. "But your smile is FINEEE!!!" So it is. Then can I do it so I can INCREASE THE VALUE OF MY CURRENT SMILE??? And even if it means spending my hard-earned $6k to (worst case scenario) $10k on getting my dream smile, I am WILLING to do it just cos it will make me really happy; YES, even when I lie in my coffin next time, I will leave specific instructions for my mortician to show my Invisalign-ed teeth.
It's so hard for people to understand your dreams because as long as they are not on the "same page", they immediately categorize them as "junk wants". It's frustrating. And worse is that you get berated or a whole guilt-tripping lecture that makes you want to surrender all your money to the Feedthechildrenfoundation.com (I made that up). SIGH. It's no wonder depressed artists commit suicide all the time. Because people don't understand their dreams. Van Gogh was depressed, Picasso was, so was Da Vinci right? And after they die, people suddenly value their creations and dreams they once had. (The fuck?)
So to wrap it all up, I am serious. I really want these and I thank anybody who'll support me through these decisions (ability to help me lose weight is a bonus).
I. Will. Get. It.
Sunday
107. Numbed
They say, "One man's treasure is another man's trash." So I mistook your treasure for trash, there wasn't a need to treat me like trash.
Wednesday
107. Home is where the heart belongs.
I'M COMING HOME, TO A PLACE WHERE I BELONG.
'Home'. The word and I never quite gelled. But it never stopped me from hoping for my own and today, that spark of hope glowed just a little brighter. (:
The boy and I balloted for our flat today (yay!) and I've never been happier parting with my $10 (mandatory balloting fee).
3 weeks. In 3 weeks' time we'll know if we get to choose our flat.
I've waited years, what is 3 weeks.
'Home'. The word and I never quite gelled. But it never stopped me from hoping for my own and today, that spark of hope glowed just a little brighter. (:
The boy and I balloted for our flat today (yay!) and I've never been happier parting with my $10 (mandatory balloting fee).
3 weeks. In 3 weeks' time we'll know if we get to choose our flat.
I've waited years, what is 3 weeks.
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