tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-192079772011-07-08T08:49:56.762+07:00"Being a smart-ass takes practise, but I dig that"Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.comBlogger2521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-60154541022935991402010-08-08T14:38:00.002+07:002010-08-08T14:44:02.847+07:00

So after so many contemplation, and in a way to motivate myself to keep expressing myself through my writing and photography, I have decided to purchase the domain name www.misslailai.comAnd as such, I have imported all the past entries in this blogspot to a new site under WordPress under http://misslailai.comI'll be tidying up a few bits and bops in that site (like figuring out how to change the

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-73379002102762879002010-07-05T22:10:00.003+07:002010-07-05T22:12:21.782+07:00

...is when your pants feel so tight, that it started to burst on its seam.It's embarrassing.Good thing it only burst for one centimetres.So where was that bar of chocolate I was nibbling on?

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If you look at my previous post, it was done almost a year ago. Yes, I have been lazy in writing - not because I don't have anything to say, oh no. Miss Lai Lai never shut up. I was just lazy putting my thoughts into coherent and structured statements for the audience. So instead, I updated my facebook status, and I was addicted to Twitter for the last month or so (yes, again, I am a late bloomer

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It is indeed one of the safest bar to walk in alone and sit by yourself. It was Friday night, and the band has not started playing, so the music from the bar's iTunes play list was filling it and it was good to my ears.I walked in to the bar and noticed immediately that the crowd are indeed a little more mature, mostly ex-pats, except for three guys - looks like they are locals - at the bar who

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Earlier today, as I was driving at 120kph down the toll road to work, the topic on Hardrock FM morning show was "Finding the One". The questions asked were in the likes of"Do you believe in the One", "How hard is it to find the One", etc.It turned out most people, in Jakarta at least, do not believe in the 'one'. Most of the listeners texted or spoke about their dealings with finding the one. In

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-78672519625998551142009-04-27T00:15:00.003+07:002009-04-27T00:25:40.146+07:00

Apparently I am too dominating. So I was told.Tell me something I don't know.I know I am. That's why, I need a man who can have the mutual respect for me. I don't want a guy to be agreeable. I need a real man to take control of me, respectfully.Some old-fashioned relative told me I should marry a 'bule',ie. western guys, because apparently I don't listened to the 'men'. She has no fucking idea

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-62258579639919954922009-04-19T03:43:00.003+07:002009-04-19T04:52:39.580+07:00

I can't believe I am in this position again. Yet, this time, I hope it will be better.I refuse to let it bring me down, but instead I will be positive and hope for the best. If I am good enough, I shall still be wanted and retained. If not, then I know it's their loss. The other party knows I want them, but only if we agree on the same terms.Just realised, reading the above lines, I could be

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"I'm looking for love.Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love." - CarrieI got one of the best gifts ever today, from a very good friend of mine. It was a book titled "Love Letters of Great Men", a book that never existed until now and was inspired by the scene in Sex and the City the movie, where Carrie read to Mr Big the love letters from Napoleon, and

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-45885584033571693302009-04-13T22:21:00.003+07:002009-04-13T22:28:12.533+07:00

I need some answers. Answers from questions I need to ask. But to ask such questions would that label me as an insecure person, lose the upper hand, or would that actually make me a humble person?If one really cares for another, wouldn't one be honest and give the answer, regardless whether that is the ideal answer, just so the other person can make the decision that might change his or her life?

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-48613962775686158042009-04-13T20:55:00.001+07:002009-04-13T20:57:09.260+07:00

Sipping her drinks, she went on:"After a year, I thought we would be somewhere different, but we are not. And honestly, I am confused as to his intentions with me. He said he cares about me, but there was never a concrete idea as to what it is that is holding him back to be with me the way I want it to be.""Hmm." I said. "Sounds like he has some committment issue"."You thiiiinkk???" her sarcasm

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-12958739152881058392009-04-13T19:28:00.009+07:002009-04-13T20:55:38.176+07:00

I received a call from my good pal, Miss Frou Frou a couple of weeks ago. Now, I met her during my Europe assignment, and befriended with her since then. A sassy girl, Miss FF here is in her early 30s, with quite a few relationship experiences up her sleeve. She's travelled around the world for work, and now in a relationship with an investment banker, who's promised to be big and sucessful (in

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-68382665104984425762009-02-16T00:36:00.003+07:002009-02-16T00:41:06.142+07:00

As I watched the re-run of SATC last episode of the first season, where Carrie was standing up outside her apartment, deciding whether she should go to the all-paid-Carribean-holiday with Mr Big, and asked him for a sign that 'she's the one', that he loves her and all - and all he did was nothing - I started to wonder about my own SATC episode in life.I just hope my ending is like Carrie's.

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-66838763543716669012009-02-15T16:22:00.004+07:002009-02-15T16:32:48.368+07:00

I initially started the list because I was tagged on Facebook. But then again, as I keep thinking about the list of things I like and I don't like, I think I might just keep going whenever I recall the things I like. This will be a first entry of a category called "Things About Me"For now, here are 25 random and not so random things about yours truly. Brace yourself.1. Like my friend Rika, I

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I have been slack. I know. Too bad.Well, first thing first. Happy New Year. Well, it's rather late, but just in time for the Chinese New Year. Tonight as I write this, I'm back at the parents home for Chinese New Year's eve feast. Too bad though, it's not as crowded as I would like it to be as both my sisters are away from home. Still, it's nice to be at home. I must say we have plenty of food

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-29348559273154934542008-12-22T01:19:00.002+07:002008-12-22T01:22:18.339+07:00

Sometimes, when you are in a relationship, you think what you have is great and perfect.I have been in a relationship, where I was the only who thinks everything was hunky dory. I thought we were in the same page. Until I realised, to the public, the other person did not see me the way I see him.It hurts. It sucks. I felt stooopid. I felt more stoopid for staying for such a long time.And now, I'm

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-17690202897146365432008-11-26T04:23:00.002+07:002008-11-26T04:59:48.783+07:00

Sometimes in life, you make a calculated decision. Other times, you only take decision based on your gut feel.Then, there are the times when you know your first gut was right, and that all you needed is the rest of the puzzle to make it complete, and for you to say, yes, or no.In my case, the gut was having some reservations. And the offer was the missing puzzle.Sadly, or fortunately (however you

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-41536332784065805592008-11-10T08:27:00.002+07:002008-11-10T08:36:21.012+07:00

There has been a lack of post here, and I think I have just been lazy. Plus, I have been occupied with a new toy boy and arm candy (or so he wished to think that he is). Not to mention I'm being headhunted (not to be killed for writing the post before) for a new job. I do have reservations about this job. Not sure. We'll see if anything exciting comes out of it.I have been thinking a lot of the

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Things have been busy in the professional and personal life of Miss Lai Lai that she has not updated her blog for quite sometimes, even sparked some comments from some blogger saying "Oy! You haven't been doing any updates for a while".Well, despite so, I religiously drop by to my favourite blogger sites such as Rima's, Treespotter's, Therry's, and Anita's, usually after some refreshing readings,

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Everyone knows Mr Big from Sex and the City. Everyone either loved or loathed him, for he loves Carrie in his own unique way. Or loathed him for stringing Carrie along for 10 years, despite finally decided to have her for the rest of his life (not without glitches I must say).What is it about men like Mr Big? Are men really generally scared of commitment? Or are they just scared of commitment to

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-77997135265470972752008-10-05T23:55:00.004+07:002008-10-06T00:12:31.043+07:00

Things I did during my one week holiday, in which I stayed in J-Town.Injected myself with good dose of Sex and the City series. I love Samantha!Sleep, sleep and sleepWatched "Mammamia" the movie. They should have John Travolta replacing Pierce. Okay, just the voice then. (hubba hubba..hot Pierce!)Hung out with friends over coffee, lunches, and dinners.Hung out at the bookstore, Times in Lippo

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Another friend got engaged. After less than a year of courtship.My cousin is getting married in two weeks, the same female cousin that is not-so-social-stay-at-home kinda girl.My youngest sister is getting married next year. Second younger sister.My parents are questioning the state of my single hood life. They are getting itchy.My dates are...well...they remain as every possibilities as friends

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-71532247572904660092008-09-25T22:58:00.003+07:002008-09-25T23:31:54.681+07:00

I am officially a fan of Miss S*.She is a dear girlfriend of mine, whose identity will remain anonymous. For now at least. I am sure some of you will soon find out about her. She has in fact, had her writings published. Enough said.I recently discover her writings, and knowing her personally, her writings are true and true of herself. She is that sassy, Carrie-Bradshaw-like kinda girl. Early 30s,

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-70606247413547741042008-09-20T02:07:00.005+07:002008-09-20T14:00:57.441+07:00

Current status and mood:"It's complicated" and bitchy.I wonder if the two reasons I stay single until now after these last few years are:a. I enjoy my freedom so much, that I think having someone with me may take away that freedom.b. I have difficultry trusting someone with my heart fully.Point a could also be related to b. Am I so distrusting that when good things happen, I don't immediately

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-16787462385972087382008-09-14T14:01:00.000+07:002008-09-14T14:02:45.138+07:00

"True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be and will not be." (Unknown)

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It may be over.It may not have started.It may all be an illusion.It may just be a dream.I will have to let go.Or I will hold on to it.Who's to say when it should endWhen no one has said anythingWhat will become of it, no one knowsWho knows what tomorrow bringsFor all I know, it's Carpe DiemTill we next bleed..

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-18589223553334220112008-09-06T18:59:00.001+07:002008-09-06T19:03:16.694+07:00

I was depressed as the last post suggested. Not sure what I am feeling right now, but I am a little happier. I was probably physically and mentally exhausted. Not to mentioned, I have not been in the gym since the Jakarta Race. I need to get back into it, I find myself to be feeling a lot better and healthier when I am in regularly hitting the gym.It's work. It has been getting me down as to the

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-12192305074801808642008-09-02T12:31:00.003+07:002008-09-02T12:34:38.500+07:00

I think I am depressed. (Geez, what's new). And I don't particularly know why.I am procrastinating things I should be doing. I have no soul waking up this morning. I had rashes when I woke up this morning (which has now cleared up. Allergy of some sort).I am feeling lonely, yet all the friends are around me.I am feeling like work does not excite me, yet I actually have so many things I want to do

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-70929886114251885812008-08-23T13:07:00.002+07:002008-08-23T13:10:59.714+07:00

I'm having a relaxing weekend. An avoidance weekend. Avoiding work (it's the weekend for goodness sake). I am reserving my energy for the Jakarta 5K Race tomorrow. And I am reading "Why Men Marry Bitches". Loving it.Oh, and another thing, I am compiling my music for my run, making sure I have enough up beat music to keep me running faster and faster. The problem is, the iPod is kinda full right

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-71998384842914845202008-08-13T18:29:00.005+07:002008-08-16T10:55:00.336+07:00

********************Shania: "Stop complaining. You are dating a fuckin' billionaire"Belle: "Yeah, but he thinks he can buy his way out me"Jessie: (roll eyes) "...and...that is such a bad thing? Gosh. If I can have a guy 'buying' out of me, and by that I mean he expects sex, blowjobs, and all the care he wants, boy, I'd do it in a heartbeat".Belle: "Good gawd. You couldn't give it to me in a more

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-84714939608640398552008-08-13T00:30:00.003+07:002008-08-13T17:30:24.225+07:00

The penny has finally dropped (again). I was told that Happiness is a state of mind. That happiness comes only when you can accept the situation that you are in.When you are stuck in the situation that you do not like, you get out of it. You do something about it to unlock the happiness within the situation. If you have given it your best shot, and it still does not work - seriously, just accept

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-71104702445296026112008-08-11T00:42:00.003+07:002008-08-11T00:50:06.736+07:00

I don't know if things will ever be the same. My guess is, probably not. I said probably, not definitely. Whether it will be for the better or worse, I don't know. I hope it's for the better.It felt like the old times, but something's changed. Maybe it's my heart of steel. Maybe I am numb. Maybe I will be a hardwork. Maybe pigs and pink elephants will fly. Who knows. The future possibility is

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-44169644572646612232008-08-10T12:50:00.002+07:002008-08-10T12:55:53.611+07:00

Some friends, notably guys, just know how to make you feel good about yourself. Sincerely too.A good buddy of mine asked how I was doing and told him a short version of what has been happening to me on the matter of the heart. Anyway, he sensed that I was dissapointed and feeling low, and he came back with this reply:"Cheer up. At least you are smart and good looking. It could be worse ;-)"

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-86751564998521175282008-08-10T12:14:00.004+07:002008-08-10T12:26:29.131+07:00

I have been reading Syl's blog, and found this post, and one of the advices from Oprah was this:You need time to heal between relationships. There is nothing cute about baggage. Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship. You should never look for someone to complete you. A relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals. Look for someone complimentary, not supplementary.It got me

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-46777253594874204682008-08-09T12:59:00.005+07:002008-08-09T17:49:10.568+07:00

A friend of mine gave me this post once, and I saw this at Syl's blog and I thought of putting it here and share it with everyone. I love what it says here:"Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So, love the people who treat you right. Forget about the ones who don't. Believe in that everything happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-89206743851304999022008-08-08T23:45:00.002+07:002008-08-09T01:52:10.286+07:00

Today is the 8th of August 2008, 08-08-08, the day that the world has been waiting for all this time, for two reasons. One, this day will never come again in someon'es lifetime, and two, the 2008 Olympic starts today.So, in order to celebrate today, and before today is over, (clock is striking midnight in about half our) I shall list down events that happened today, so when my future

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-22529950654246218262008-08-06T23:02:00.005+07:002008-08-06T23:32:56.635+07:00

Some guys are good in (quote) using your heart as a dart practice. Others are simply unreliable.There are some who are too emotionally attached that they are not using their logic (as much as they claim to be men). There are also the ones who are so emotionally unattached, you wonder why their mothers are bringin them into life.But then, despite all the bad apples, there is always that rare

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-90361476472017545862008-08-06T01:03:00.006+07:002008-08-06T01:26:42.195+07:00

You know, there were moments in life that I wished time is on my side. The thing is, I am not sure whether right now, is one of them.I woke up, and lied there on my own, wondering what time it was as I felt I had just slept through the night. Thinking it was 5am or something, I decided to wake up and considered taking the morning run.I checked out the time on my cellphone, and did you know what

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I am attracted to writers, artists and singers. Writers especially. Hence my fascination with blogs, books, novels, and anything that plays with words.Wait.Correction. I think I am attracted to their words. Personality wise, writers are not the best. You never know when they are being truthful. Whether what they say is the truth, or just because it sounds nice.I know because I do that sometimes

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-44396937609599358332008-08-03T23:53:00.004+07:002008-08-04T00:49:23.092+07:00

When one is tired of loving someone more than the other person love him/her, then he or she will call it quits. Does that mean the other person is not worth fighting for, or he/she has more selfrespect to quit?Are all men bastards, or just the ones who does not seem to know what they want, or not knowing what they have?I think there should be a law where people get shot for saying "I love you"

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-49398520008307254522008-07-31T22:34:00.006+07:002008-07-31T22:44:03.034+07:00

If you noticed my last 3 to 4 months' posts have been ranging from happy, happy, sad, sad, angry and..well..all over the place. What I noticed is, since the first time I felt hurt, there aren't that many happy posts. As much as I said it was infatuations all over again.Funny how things change. Do we change them? Or does the universe have a way of working things out? I believe on the latter.I

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-35245182854292359122008-07-30T02:13:00.004+07:002008-07-30T02:17:23.626+07:00

I got all these quotes from an email today, and how appropriate they are considering the circumstances that I am in right now. So I thought I would share these to you, and let you ponder on each statement below.Enjoy!------------1. I like you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you..2. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.3.

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-62679183273372124662008-07-28T22:19:00.002+07:002008-07-28T22:28:37.053+07:00

The thing about heartbreaks is that, when you have a few of them, you get used to it. The first cut is always the deepest, but you'll get by. Eventually.Your second,third, even your 15th one will still hurt. But you grow up. You deal with it. The rate of your pain will usually depend on how much was invested in the relationship (in terms of emotions and time).The longer it is, the deeper you

Miss Lai Laihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207141077627010654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207977.post-12091461387371254982008-07-22T22:53:00.003+07:002008-07-22T23:58:38.123+07:00

(Update: Writing with a bottle of Cabernet Merlot on the side may result in lack of comprehension. Not to mention the fact that a tonne of endorphins have just entered my body after a good gym session. Bad Miss Lai Lai, bad..)I was thinking today (as I was jumping up and down during Body Combat class - don't ask about the connection. The thought just came by. Call it inspirations) - that whenever

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I don't know what happened, but I keep wondering on what I really want out of this situation.Wait, I know what I want. MaybeI don't know why I am anxious. Maybe I am scared that I am the only one feeling what I feel. It's overwhelmingly powerful, that I have never felt it before.What happened to all the good things that happened earlier on? Did we get a slap on the face to wake up from the dream?

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I went on a date with someone last night. A perfect gentleman, he offered me where to go. Now, I am a 21st century girl who would not mind paying on my own, and always offer to pay whenever taken out.Of course, a true princess at heart, I appreciate a true gentleman who offers to pay. So when I got the freedom to choose the restaurant, I wondered where I should go. I was in the mood for a proper

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This must be one of the longest time I have had without a single post. 11 days in total since my last post. I'm still well and alive, and have not had time to write anything due to work, work and yes, managed a trip to Jogja for a weekend. Other than that, it has been non-stop work.I'm just taking a break for a little while. Not to worry, I will be back.In the mean time, I have been following my

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© 2008 Jonathan Feinberg

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I desperately need a break.From work, daily grind, and lots of things really. The weekends are never long enough for me to just do nothing. Work never slows down for me to do nothing. I am struggling just to drag myself to go to work each morning, that when I do, I can't wait for the day to be over.I know I have just came back from a holiday about a month ago. Mind you, the effect of such

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Therry's post here inspired me to write my own experience on learning how to drive.Let's see. The first ever time of me being in the driver's seat was when I was 6 years old. I was cheeky enough to move to the driver's seat while Dad was in the house to grab something. Surely enough, I moved the gear and the car jumped and it hit the wall it was facing. I was in the garage incidentally. Talk

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Update: I feel like an idiot. Not 100% but a little.New revelations on why certain things are the way they are right now. Full heartbreaks may just have to wait for it to really break, or heal. I do hope things work out on the other end. Big Man, please show us your what you can do to us. We need You.Incidentally, this post - (I lied. The chirpier post will have to wait) is titled as it is.A

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Exactly a month ago that I wrote this. And exactly where I am right now, with the same if not worse flood of emotions. Anger, sadness, bitterness, and dissapointment.Don't worry. Life is fair and I will live. I know this.So all my blogger friends, just let me vent up my emo's and let me be. I will be alright. I made it the first time around, and the hell for sure I will make it this time around

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"And yes, it's melodramatic beyond belief. And yes, it amuses shatters me now. Take note, children. Nothing lasts forever, and yes, this too shall pass."Credits due where and to whom it is due to.

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I read this post by Polar Bear a while ago. I agree with the article. Mind you, everyone's definition of the "The One" may not be the same. For me, the "One" is someone who you can share your jokes with, loves you for the way you are, and more importantly willing to compromise and work through the issues with you.I wrote a story a while ago here about my searching for the one and to this day, I

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I discover one of my clique friends within our inner circle is not as, let's put it..innocent as she seems. Or to put it bluntly, not as genuine as she appears.Again, this is from putting two and two together, where one plus one doesn't equal to two. Oh, and from that thing called intuition.I am a simple person. I really am, despite seemingly complicated. I like things as they are. When you don't

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I'm watching E! Entertainment on 2008 Sexiest List by Victoria Secret, and Kate Bosworth got picked as 2008 Sexiest Eyes.What got me pondering is her comment"I have always been a relationship girl. I never really dated, so I don't know what it's like to be dating."Hmmm. Interesting.Someone care to translate it to me? Don't you date to go into a relationship? Or is dating equivalent to sex (for

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Gawd I'm a bitch when I am angry. Just a warning to those who is considering to befriend me, or worse still, attempt to make me angry.Thank goodness for this blog. And a punching back. Silver lining I'd say.Why is it that some people cannot think for themselves, and need a good dose of logic shot in their head? Better still, a kick up in the arse would probably do a better job.When one plus one

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Words are so over-rated these days. I don't know how you writers make your money out of 'em.Yet words are what gets me drawn to certain people.Mind you after a period of time, actions speak louder than words.It's like your parents telling you they will get that bicycle they have been promising you if you make that A grade, and yet all they said was "yes, I will get it. Yes I will get it" and it

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I am so restless right now, not to mention this flu I have. I feel like I have been to hell and back. I slept for the last, let's see 12 hours, on and off, plus 4 hours yesterday afternoon after work.And I feel dizzy if not lethargic. Groggy too.The weird thing is, I am feeling something is up with the current situation. When something unusual happen, I question things (don't we all?). I try to

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I failed yet again to pull away from the forces of nature. Each and everytime I want to pull away, it comes back sucking me up and made me fall for it, yet again.Just a slight confirmation of what I think it is would be good. I attempted to pull away completely to see a different reaction, but yet I'm pulled into the trap, fell into it naturally.I'm such a sucker for it.

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This is so classic, I just had to share it. I thought Friendster invented it first, but I guess Facebook took it over.Classic.Credits to http://xkcd.com/355/and the Bear who introduced me to this site.

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To say that she was jealous is an understatement. She was raged."Why her?" asked her, holding back the tears."She has everything you don't" he said "as a matter of factly"."...and that would be?""Her understanding, and unselfishness to let me be happy. She gets me, and she makes me happy. She loves me. You don't. In fact, you didn't, now that I think of it. Where were you when I needed you?"She

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Holly c'molly. Those were some serious abs. As I was kicking and punching the air in my Body Combat class tonight, I saw a glimpse of the fab abs. As the sweat soaked the shirt that covered them, you can see the ripple through the soaked shirt.Good gawd. I want such abs. For myself and to run my hands through it. Seriously, it'll take some serious serious crunches, not to mention good eating

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Small Talk: Haven't done this small talk for a while. I was picking up my mineral water bottle of 1.5Lt, thinking I need to keep up my water intake, especially when I am not in my best condition. Calculating in my head how many bottles of these to make up the 8 litres a day, and I was shocked. How am I gonna do that?Then I realised. It's 8 glasses a day, idiot. Not 8 litres. Doh. The more reason

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I found this on the side advert for an application called iThink of my Facebook. I thought it was funny when I saw it and had to share this."A woman needs a reason to cheat, while man just needs a woman. What do you think?"Ouch.Whoever came up with that must have had some experience.Could it be true though? (Now, now, I am only pondering..I am sure all you male blogger friends of mine are

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One of these days I am going to kill whoever created Facebook and Friendster. It created paranoia, curiosity..and too many nosey people."Why did she do that?""What is she saying?""More importantly, WHO the hell was she referring to?""..........and why oh why is it still there? Denial...or, the truth?"I need to learn how to trust. If the worst happen, ah well. I'm cutting off all ties.;-)

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We went to a bistro after dinner at a local Indonesian restaurant called "Bu Endang". The conversation started off with funny stuff, silly stuff, before it got to the serious stuff. There was four of us, three of us single and one married.The topic was a question of "What is Love". We discussed the various analogies of love. How love is like sand, which the tighter you hold, the more it leaves

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It's Sunday night, wait, it's Monday morning, just before 1 AM. I should be sleeping. Oh, God knows how much I should be sleeping with what-not and everything else that is to come this week.But I can't sleep. I WAS sleepy. I think I may have rested a little too much over the weekend that caused me to be alert. I didn't do much over the weekend. In fact, when I said I was going out on Friday night

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I'm tired. I gave my best shot. If it's meant to be, be it. If not, stuff it. There'll be other opportunities and other people who would value it.Playing with words can take its toll.Work is tiring me down.Life is tiring me down at this moment, and I have succumbed to become numb on it.You know, it's like a knife. It's sharp at the first time, then after awhile trying to cut a big chunk of log,

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You know you have drunk just a tad too little too much of that substance called alcohol, when you do these:NB: These are by no means all of my personal experience, but rather a collection of actions I witness (or did) while in the state of under the influence.Playing truth or dare with your colleagues, dared and kissed your boss' boss after saying the F word on every second word of the sentences

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They said love is like sand. The more and tighter you hold it, the more it runs away.They said, you don't know what you have until it's gone. They are right.Or are they?You tell me.

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I have been waking up so many times in the middle of the night for the past week. On Saturday night, at 8 pm, I fell asleep. How sad you may say. Infamously known as Queen of Clubbing, but crashed at 8pm on a Saturday night. You would if your mind has been running around all week during the night.The sad thing is, even starting early at 8pm on a Saturday night, I woke up literally (I counted it!)

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You know that feeling when you want to do something so badly, but you can't knowing that doing so will prolong whatever situation you are in?No, you don't?Ah well. That's just me then.ps. I missed a call last night. It felt strange, or not. I'm not sure. Reflection time it is.

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I have never seen so many notifications on my Facebook mentioning how many gizzilion photos I have been tagged, or commented.I'm not complaining. In fact, I love the photos from Sydney. The ladies of photography took great photos. Wei took some great portrait of me.One particular photos is of me walking down George Street in the middle of Sydney, and I have this glow of happiness on my face. One

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As I sat there today, trying to concentrate on work in the office, I thought to myself, things will get better.It will be up to me to make myself happy when I am down. I picked myself up rather quickly at the end of yesterday, after receiving some reality kick and encouragement, despite the media of sms. Thank you, my friend. Your words encouraged me and put things in perspective - and thank you

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The problem with having a blog that a few people I know read about is that, at times you worry about them reading too much into the posts.That was why I decided to change the link to my blog. To keep it anonymous from the general public (that is, my friends, workmates, and people I don't like) - except of course for the select few I chose to let in and random strangers who stumbled upon my

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One of the best songs I have ever heard, for many reasons. I love and hate this song at the same time. Yet, it has been playing on repeats for the last, at least one hour. That's how much I love,and strangely loath this song. I lied. I love this song. I just loathed the negativity (I chose) it reminded me of. Unless I choose to switch my frame of mind. But I can't at this stage. Stop and Stare -

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I want to hate the world for showing me the tunnel with no lights at the end of it.I want to hate the world for giving me all the signs.I want to hate the world for giving me the expectations, when in fact I should not have any.But I can't.I only have one person to blame, and that is me. Can't help thinking coulda, shoulda, woulda. What if. But I know I will never find the answer.Things changed.

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On today's random musing. Things I heard today, which can only be so appropriate for the things I am experiencing today. I am too messed up to write properly, so please excuse me.1. On an email I received from T :" I'm not sure what it is, but I find you very easy to talk to" In response to that I said: "Yeah. I know I get that a lot. Guys find me very easy to talk to. That's pretty much where it

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The deadline is not quite looming. But it is coming. Will I be tough enough to stick to it, or will I give in to the circumstances?I can't shake it at the back of my head. It is the wondering and the anticipation. The world told me not to worry about it, and I for one should know that the world has its own way of working things out and making things happen. (Sounds like the exceprt from "The

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As you know, I am in Sydney for the wedding of my very good friend, Syl, whom I have known for 10 years now. Here's a quick muse on the wedding.Syl and Nick's wedding last night was the best one I have ever attended. I love the western style wedding as compared to the Indonesian's "stand up, 1500+ guest" that lasts only 2 hours. This wedding is the classic western style wedding, despite the Asian

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I was talking to my sister over the weekend, and how I was feeling a little anti-social at times, and would rather spend time with a few people rather than going out in a big group of people. She said, it's because when we get older we become a bit anti social. At least that's how she feels for herself.I thought about what she said, and how it applies to where I am currently. And I think it comes

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I'm back in Sydney after three years, and it still feels like yesterday. I got here this morning, and slept like a baby on the plane. I left work at 4pm on a Friday night, and beating the two hour traffic from Kuningan to the airport, I finally managed to check in time. A tad early, but that was good. I don't like rushing for the airport. I was so tired having not slept most of the night

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I am still up, restless, tossing and turning. I want to sleep, but I can't. I have some unfinished business before I am leaving on a jet plane tomorrow for Sydney. For a week. Aarrrgghh. I am so in denial thinking I can finish this task off. Of course I can. If I don't sleep. But the fact is I am sleepy as hell.Seriously, I can't be stuffed about work right now. The thought of Sydney after 3

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I have been shopping all day to look for the perfect dress, and have narrowed it down to two. I bumped into two gay friends and showed them the picture. I already sort of made up my mind on my second choice. And they agree. They said the second one looks more fashionable, while the first is boring. Darlings..it's a classic. And it makes me look like a good girl.They said : "Darling, everyone

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I am getting old for a one night stand - wait I mean an all nighter. Seriously. I meant an all nighter. You know, when you stay up all night doing gawd knows what, for example your school assignment! Not those ones.(Okay, someone else fed those words to me. Grrr!)I'm trying to pull an all nighter and failed miserably for the past couple of nights. I guess pulling a mission impossible is rather

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I'm every bit a restless and frustrated soul today and I have most if not every reason to being so. Here are the top ones:I have a three-day training that went on from 9 till 6 pm, and at the same time work cannot wait. Juggling training and work is really quite a mission. I am making the best out of lunch times, and breaks in between, even if it means I am late getting into classes. They are so

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Taking a deep breath.I need to take this one at a time. Else, this might go out of whack.I need to remain calm, composed, and back to my old tough self. I have been here before, and there is no reason I should crumble when the time has not call for it.It is as good as it gets for now, and it shall remain as it is for the time being, and I will make the most of it, for all the right reasons.Mind

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Bloated.Mood swings.Erratic.Hmm.Lots to put up with.Can't wait for the weekend though. Giddy.

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You know what, the problem with us being girls is that we get PMS. And when we get PMS, we get mood swings. And when we get mood swings, we might snap at someone unintentionally.It hasn't happened yet. I can think of some people I might do that to. The boss, the colleague, the best friend, and..ahem. Other people.Am I feeling neglected? Note the word 'feeling' and the word PMS. It could be a

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I need to just let it go and let it be. I should stop thinking about it and just go with the flow. If it ain't broken, don't fix it. No point in fretting about it. I need to stop before it gets a little too much.I guess, some things cannot be undone. I just hope the final outcome is what it is meant to be. And I do hope is the good side of the coin.I just hope we are looking at the same mirror,

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I hope that running shoes will never be in use. Nagging has been my middle name. Mind you - to take it on a good positive spirit, if you can put up with my nagging, I guess you might just be worth it.

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I had a session with my boss today. A feedback session. Not quite the performance appraisal session, but on the weekly touch base meeting which involves our usual chit chats, feedback and him passing on the ever growing list of work to do.I have been occupied with a new interest in life (read: getting to know someone who could be special), and at the same time I have been juggling work. I am

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....that you care for someone so much, when he or she is feeling down, you can't help but feeling down too and just want to make that person happy.

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Monday blues has just hit me at the end of today. I was too hyperactive (weekend was awesome and still high from it), I had too much coffee (explains the hyperactiveness), and I had back-to-back meetings all day (explains the crankiness).I was looking forward to meet up with certain people after work, but family duties called, so we decided to take a rain check. Plus, it's raining heavily in the

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When I can't sleep, or think clearly, I write. I write what I think, what I think I should think, and what I was/am actually thinking.I can't sleep. I got home in the wee hours after DJ Sammy's performance (which was good - nothing like Tiesto's, but not bad). Beautiful crowd. Shame about the "ayams" there. I didn't get to do the round of mingling to see who else were around - I had the people I

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Life does throw you into inconvinient situations. One where sometimes you don't even play a part in.All I can say is this.....Biatch! Stay away. You just ended a really good date into (almost) a bad one. If I don't have a heart - let's just not go into there. It's not pretty.------------------------------Why do things get complicated, just when they are looking up?Why does life has to be

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I have a fever. No, not from love. A real fever. I think I am coming down with something. Flu is most likely.I can't think properly. The temperature is pretty high, but I still want to pour my thoughts here, so this will be a collection of random thoughts that have been in my head for the last week.Goddammit. Why today, just one day before the live performance of DJ Sammy in Blowfish tomorrow

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"To risk being loved, is to risk being hurt..."When I am with you, I laugh like no one cares.When I am with you, the world outside and its problems, seem to not matter to me.When I am with you, time is everything we have in this world.When I am with you, I feel beautifulWhen I am with you, I feel cared and lovedWhen I am with you, I feel special.When I am with you, I feel like the best comedian

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You know what, trying to bite your tongue each and every time it pops into mind is getting kinda hard. I don't want to blurt it out, because I don't know if it is a good idea just yet. Just coz I don't know if it deserves it, just yet.Vague post? No?Well, it's my blog.

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In reference to Treespotter's comment in the previous post, I decided to do this quick post. I have missed blogging. For about a week. For reason that the post was all about.Or was it?Let's see. Late nights at work. Followed by late nights of conversations. Hmm...possibly, some truth in it.Whatever the case may be, I have had the most exhausting week ever in my life, yet purely physically

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