Friday, 22 June 2012

Hey, Here's My Number

Awww... How sweet is this! She put my name as the emergency contact...just because I'm glued to my phone 24/7! *sigh*

Thursday, 7 June 2012

30 In 30 Days

A post some time ago on my tumblr. Happy reading!
In exactly 30 days, I’ll be 30 years old. That’s three solid decades. [Cue to hyperventilate]
At 30, my mum had a 6 year old imp of a daughter i.e. me.
At 30, my dad (finally) got his scholarship to pursue his degree in RIT, NY and lugged my mum and I along.
On their 30th birthday; Ross bought a vintage so-called shiny MGB only to have it boxed in between 2 stationary cars. Chandler (chickenless and duckless) received crappy birthday gifts from his friends and a hug from Joey. Joey made a deal with God to let his other friends grow old, instead of him. Phoebe bounced one mile on a hippity-hop then later discovered she was actually 31, and not 30. Monica being highly hammered, wobbled home to a surprise birthday party, confessed about the box of Ding-Dongs hidden in her underwear drawer, then passed out after her drunken speech… and Rachel who didn’t take Chandler’s ‘Happy Birthday Grandma!’ card that well, drafted out her plan to have a kid by the age of 35, which then resulted in her breaking up with the oh-so-cute 25-year-old toyboy Tag (who bought her a scooter for her thirtieth, by the way).
It is the chapter of my life in which I shall mourn the death of my zestful twenties. The phase in which I frantically try to list down all of my accomplishments in my life, for I have none that I am truly proud of.
I’ve so many things on my to-do-before-I-kick-the-bucket-list that I’ve yet crossed out (in no particular order):
1) Bungee jumping
2) Skydiving
3) Get my diving license and go diving at some island with crystal clear water - but before that I need to…
4) learn how to freakin’ swim (I know how to float backwards, so that’s a start)
5) Ride on a hot air balloon
6) Get my passport stamped in Italy, Greece, Hawaii, LA, Miami, NYC (again), Paris, London, Scotland, Mauritius, Australia, New Zealand, those Scandinavian clusters (Helga would be so proud of me), and Maldives, just before the Indian Ocean swallows it up.
7) Become a feature writer for a glossy magazine
8) Make my first RM 1 million
9) Buy my own house or apartment
10) Get back ‘X amount’ from my douchebag-ex-boyfriend - just for the heck of it, not so much of needing the moolah. I should impose a serious percentage of compound interest on him.
11) Visit Disneyland and snap many cheesy pictures with Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Daisy, Goofy and Pluto (and the must-buy ridiculous big Mickey ears).
12) Have a nice close-knit white beach wedding - of which I won’t be able to do until I…
13) find ‘The One’.

Although I am insignificantly perturbed by this imminent transition, I actually shouldn’t have the need to feel this way, because it is nothing in comparison to the transformation that has occurred in my life over the past years. There are moments when I wish I had a time machine, so that I could go back and amend all the bad links. But things always happen for a reason, and as they all say, God has better plans for each and every one of us.
So, I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t want to change anything in my past. I’ve loved, and I’ve lost. I’ve been through too many heartaches and heartbreaks. Love interests make sweet promises, only to break them. They made me high on endorphins, only to make me crave for more. They knavishly put themselves on that special pedestal, only to butcher the trust I had in them. They’ve torn me apart, but I muster up some courage to pick up the remaining pieces and move on.

Flaky friends come and leave, but the strong ones stay with me through crummy times and helped me craft the better person I am today. The occasional episodes of wrangling, which led to near-neck-wringing experiences, always drew us closer as friends. The lessons learned from these relationships I have with this cluster of people are beyond the worth of a king’s ransom. Having said all that, I am thankful to be gifted with this handful of souls who have championed my life.
My Kurshiah College girls will always have a soft spot in my heart. The eccentric ones, the mean ones, the cool ones, the queer ones, the fluffy ones - we’re so good at picking-up where we left off, and I love that about us. Nobody understands us shrieking, over-the-top drama queens more than Kurshians ourselves. You either love us or envy us to the core. [Flip-hair moment]
My primary school bestie - you know who you are. I hate you, but I love you more.
My housemates and former housemates. You make the home we stay in, smell nice (with softener).
My LP117 buddy. She kicks-ass, mine especially. There’s no accident I ended up with her, despite the early resistance. Behind the hijab/head-scarf is a rock chick who can’t get enough of Jon Bon Jovi. She swears a serious amount of times too.
My colleagues and former colleagues (and bosses). There are countless of times in which I had the urge to bury my head deep in the sand because of you. But it was all good. It is (and was) such a privilege to be able to work with a bunch of talented, not to mention nutty people.
My Batt-Kong troops. (I know, the name is slightly obnoxious. Long story). They are a duplication of the TV series ‘Friends’ and ‘How-I-Met-Your-Mother’ both mashed-up together. They are the people who you go to, to have a big hearty laugh with. They are the victims of your whinings and rantings. They are the people who you run to when your better half drives you up the wall. They are your shoulder to cry on. They are a huge pain in the arse at times, but you just can’t help but love them. They are family.

I guess turning 30 isn’t much of a nightmare anymore, huh? I still hate the idea of the big three-O though, but I ain’t stinking-up the celebration!

If Only...

If only you knew, you would change your mind and head straight for the door. 
If only you knew.
But sadly, you don't.

If only you knew how much of a train wreck I am, you wouldn't be doing what you're doing right now.
If only you knew.
But clearly, you don't.