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dear mr & mrs bloggie…

Only a woman quick to temper is better left alone because then she has not the ability to act upon her whims and emotion onto others.

 

Enter PMS.

 

If left alone, a PMS-ed lady could go berserk, crazy even. I know, for I did.

 

It’s been awhile since I felt emotional and truth be told, I rather leave that part of me in China. Crying and feeling all sorts of mixed sentiments were definitely not good for the body and soul. Then maybe but now, it makes me feel weak. Vulnerability is not something I’d wish to anticipate now, if not ever.

 

I’m-so-lonely-coz-nobody-loves-me popped in my mind every so often and it’s quite hard to ignore. Sadness did not foster impatience or anxiety. Rather, it’s a different feeling altogether, one I can’t explain.

 

Bummer, I doubt this is the place where I could put my thoughts to wordpress this time round though I feel the need to…

 

You see, Juls and I would be celebrating our 4 years together next month. Like a good wine, we matured over time, divine I’d say. But somehow things changed…. Just because.

 

Denial would be the word I’d choose but determination was what we wanted to see, to feel, to act even. Memories to last you a lifetime, now that I must say owns a literal meaning.

 

I love him still, even after all that. My, those years took a lot of energy from me. I suppose it’s time to take my leave?

 

Oh well, there is not way I’ll have time to blog the random events or be contented in my pursuits of happiness if I fill up my minuscule free time wallowing in self-pity. Like they say, it will all be the same a hundred years hence. Therefore let me just end this bit k. My apologies.

 

As part of my quest to bliss world, I’ve made an effort to be civil with father. Ever since my new job greeted me on my doorsteps, I must say father and I are well to being cordial. Maybe still not ups-a-daisy but we’re taking it slow. A lil is better than none. Agree?

 

29th July marked another chapter in his life; he turned 55.

 

Hence, as loving children, we brought him to Mustapha Centre. You can’t expect much I’ve to add, not when it was 1145pm the time I found out it was his birthday, see.

 

An hour later had us 6 heading towards the coffeeshop across the shopping centre and pretty boy, I must admit, I felt it was my birthday instead.

 

Reason: I was craving for Indian food and the whole day I was complaining about how nobody wanted to submit to my demands. Eight days eating Western and Japanese food was not my idea of orgasm and as soon as I reached Singapore, I knew I have to avoid them for the next month or so. I daresay it’s near to impossible but well, so far so good. J

 

Anyway, who would’ve thought coming out of the shopping centre a mere two hours later made me seven hundred dollars poorer. A pretty penny ‘em costed. But seeing the happy smiles on my family members was priceless and this was a quest I should say I had succeeded.

 

Now, my next mission is to get my social life back.. The only girlfriend I met since I was back in Singapore was Karen, my ex-manager and mind, she’s a significant person in my life.

 

 

Cuz Serena was admitted to the hospital (again) and I’ve not met the rest for two weeks already. Miss the whole lot!

 

 

 

Other than that, time spent was with mother and sister and Juls. Not that I’m complaining coz they are afterall my favourites but PMS has been conspiring with the devil a tad too much for my liking. Therefore, I’m not too privy with my state of emotions. My bad y’all.

 

Hush hush next time I’ll be ya.

 

Before I bid my leave, here are some photos taken during my stay in Tokyo and Los Angeles. Didn’t get to do any shopping in LA because I made a visit to Magic Mountain where the coolest roller coasters were at. I rode some World’s tallest, fastest and world’s something there.

 

 

 

If height is a fear factor, trust me, roller coasters aren’t. Too bad I didn’t snap any pictures there coz my colleague and I were busy running from one station to another. Amazing race was what it looked like, us I mean.Queuing was a bitch for each ride took away an hour of our time.

 

In Tokyo, the highlight of my trip was as usual my strawberry shortcakes. Simply orgasm. There, said it

 

 

BYE!

 

cinta

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