Expectations vs Disappointments.

It’s weird how sometimes we look forward to flowers blooming, yet when it actually blooms it means it will not be long before they wither. So do we actually really want it to bloom? Do we really just want to enjoy that short lived beauty while it lasts? Or are we actually looking forward to them wilting away before we throw them in the bin since they all die anyway?

I’ve always hoped for beautiful things to last forever. But they seldom do. Maybe 2%. The rest just live with the shriveled up flowers the rest of their lives. Or they simply toss it when the bloom is off the rose. I hate to think that I’d ever have to do that some day.

I’m still looking for my flower that would remain in bloom forever. Probably tough in this shrinking world, where ‘they don’t make men the same way anymore’ (as quoted from an adorable new friend) and ‘the big boy’s club’ gets more and more obnoxious everyday.

Nonetheless, I have to admit that there are a handful of decent flowers around, but will any of them stay in bloom for me forever?

I doubt it, but I won’t give up hope.

Tioman, Malaysia.

What A Difference A Day Makes

What a difference a day made
Twenty-four little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain

My yesterday was blue, dear
Today I’m a part of you, dear
My lonely nights are through, dear
Since you said you were mine

What a difference a day makes
There’s a rainbow before me
Skies above can’t be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss

It’s heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you

What a difference a day makes
There’s a rainbow before me
Skies above can’t be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss

It’s heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made

And the difference is you.

=]

Quarantined.

I AM SICK!!!!!!!! =(

I haven’t gotten so ill in such a long time that I’d completely forgotten what it feels like to be sick. And it absolutely sucks. Especially when I’m all alone in Dubai. Bedridden and hungry but mummy dearest is not around to check my temperature every now and then and cook porridge for me and make sure that I take my medicine after eating! =( I guess a person only really misses home when he/she gets really sick. Surprisingly enough, I’d never gotten so sick since I came to Dubai, at least not that I can recall.

Now I know, I hate being sick! I can’t get anything done. My sister’s coming tomorrow morning and I’ve yet to clean up the apartment. Shit loads of fallen hair, dust balls, sand (I have no idea how they got in) and a dead cockroach by the door, all screaming at me to GRAB A FUCKING VACUUM CLEANER ALREADY! And yes, in case you’re wondering, I managed to live like that for two days. Staring at them, staring at me.

Oh, but I did try to scour the kitchen top yesterday, rewashed the dishes left on the drying rack for god-knows how long and did my laundry. But because I was feeling so out of it, I failed to notice Cynthia’s attempt to murder me. (Kidding, but it did seem like it!) While I was half cleaning the kitchen yesterday, I noticed that the electric pump airport (in case you don’t know what it is, it’s like a water dispenser except that it boils the water and keeps it warm too) was completely dry! And when I say dry, I mean scarily parched. Haven’t you heard from your mum that this bloody thing could blow up when it keeps boiling nothing! Maybe because I’d discovered it early, so I was safe, at least for now.

Here’s a photo if you still don’t know what I’m talking about.

That was murder attempt number one. Not long later, I wanted to go cook some porridge since mum’s not around to do it, and I found some ant size creepy crawlers in the bucket of rice. Imagine if I wasn’t paying attention I would have cooked them up and eaten them altogether. *Shivers* But I wouldn’t have known so it’ll probably not be that bad. ha ha. Murder attempt number two.

Here’s suicide attempt number one. Since the electric water pump frightened me a bit, I decided to boil water in a pot. While waiting for the water to boil, I wandered into my bedroom and started to get distracted. After approximately 20mins, I suddenly remembered that I was boiling water! (How could that slip my mind right! Must be the flu bug.) I ran into the kitchen and hell was it smoky! Obviously the water had boiled over, and it was cooking the pot. Sigh. So I decided to stay away from the kitchen in case I accidentally fall over a kitchen knife or something. What’s worse would be that no one would even notice that I had died, probably until I’d rot and decayed.

Don’t worry, that all happened yesterday. I’m feeling a wee bit better today so I’m going to start cleaning the apartment. (I know breathing in dust balls is not not going to make me recover any faster.) =] Wish me luck!

A place called home.

Four and a half months into my unpaid leave and I seriously dread going back to Dubai. Even when it’s only for a week. Just the thought of being in the miserable desert land made me cringe. I could literally hear the Dubai airport staffs thinking, “Welcome back to hell!” in the hollow and twisted Arabic minds of theirs, with every forced smile, looking at passing transit passengers with envy. I’m positive that even they wish they were elsewhere rather than be working in this excruciating heat in summer.

I’m sure you’ve already guessed by now. I’m back in Dubai. Landed at half past noon, with the searing heat of 37 degree fucking celsius! Fine, 37-degree celsius is really not too bad. Since it is already autumn, and I’ve missed most part of the blistering summer heat in exchange for the tiny and muggy Singapore!

I had truthfully thought that I’ve gotten way too comfortable in Singapore and there’s no going back. However, to my very own surprise, I realized how much I’d missed my home (as in Dubai home) when I walk through the door (although the drive home still reminded me how disconsolate the desert is). Don’t you think it’s incredible? I was still feeling a little melancholy on the plane, yet once I got home I was ecstatically happy. I wasn’t aware that I’d actually become so attached to this place! Oh well, Dubai has been my home for the past 2 and a half years.

Anyway, the reason I’m back in Dubai is because my sister is visiting on the 17th for a couple of days before we head back to the little red dot on the 20th. Like i said, I’ll be back before you realise I was gone! =] We’d probably do some sight seeing, if that’s even possible in this heat. Can’t wait to play with my new camera! Oh, have i not mentioned that I bought a Canon G10? It’s like the best thing I’ve bought this entire year! (Even though it’s only August but I’m pretty sure of that!) You really can’t deny how amazing Canon cameras are. Even after I’d already lost 2 Canon cameras early this year, I still had to get a Canon! I’m simply bewitched by them!

I know I’ve digressed a little… but to hell with it. =P So Kate and Bertram and I went to Dempsey for Korean BBQ at Chang and then to House for drinks the night before my 9.45am flight to Dubai. That’s when we tested out the camera. Here’s some random trial shots and fucking awesome night shots (under extreme low light conditions) at House.

You have to agree that the night shots are fucking impressive. I’m really not a big fan of using flash, unless in absolutely ZERO light conditions. Other than the camera being a tad heavy, it’s simply god sent. =]

I am now completely worn out. Good night.

*Random side note: Can’t wait for Katheryn’s birthday celebration on Sunday~

Love?

Love, is such a mysterious thing. I’m sure it’s not the first time you’ve heard that but it IS indeed enigmatic. Love is often powerful enough to make you go weak at your knees. It makes your heart flutter even by the mention of that special someone’s name and you lose focus on the things that you’re suppose to get done. All you’ll do is day dream about meteor showers and mythical creatures and far away paradise.

But isn’t it also Love that makes you think that it’s your fault and that you deserve it every time abuses are hurled at you. Love weakens your defenses against him every time he strikes you. It also makes you believe that your special someone will change for the better in the near future. All sense of logic is often lost.

Why do we love and crave to be loved?

When we cry and hurt and get that irrepressible heartache when it all ends?

Sigh.

Love.

My beautiful party people.

Believe it or not, we ended up at dbl o again on friday night. It was a bloody good night because so many people were in town and actually turned up! YAY~ We had one hell of a time. You people rock. =]

Number of people who turned up: 14

Number of no shows: 1 (You know who you are!)

Number of people who walked out sober: 0 (hehe)

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Happy National Day! Enjoy the long weekend! =]

August~

Is it already August!?! I have two more months left. Sounds like two more months before i die or something. ha ha. Okay. Very morbid, not funny. But i guess going back to living in the desert is pretty close to that.

Anyway! I met up with Kate today for coffee and dinner (and a little inevitable shopping in between). God knows how long it’s been since we last met. When two girls, both newly single and a few years older and wiser meet up after so long, all hell breaks loose! Major party plans this weekend, so many people will be in town. Happy~ ^_^

wait for the photos! =]

In the mean time, i’m sharing the photos of the celery they put in my Bloody Mary at Indochine where we had our dinner today. Kate and i thought it was pretty funny. And YES, size matters and i love Bloody Mary!

*p.s. Still exhausted from the weekend. Could be getting old. Binging on collagen now.

Unpopular??

I can’t believe nobody asked me out on a friday night!

Okay, not exactly, because Cj’s telepathic mind told her to show some compassion, so she called me up today. ha ha. Her kindness is greatly appreciated. i was so, SO bored at home. Cj took me to Cafe Del Mar, it was my first time there and I only got myself mosquito bites. =( I had seriously thought that mosquitoes have already become extinct in Singapore! Guess i was wrong. Regardless, it was great catching up with Cj, we might very well be the only two people who have grown up and out of all the girls’ school bitching and backstabbing. I don’t want to be part of all that nonsense anymore. Don’t want to hear, don’t want to see, don’t want to be part of it. Really don’t.

Anyhow, after listing out all the people I usually hang out with and wondering why they’re not replying my texts or texting me, I realised that everyone else is already occupied with one thing or another. How sad.

Jasmin just left for Delhi on Wednesday and i miss her already. Zhenru is going to be in Zurich for a year and Valerie is still in Montana. Bertram is in Hong Kong or maybe San Francisco, Alicia is in Korea, Cynthia in Athens and Kate had a flight to Taipei. Sara’s busy working, singing her heart out like a true entertainer at Bar None tonight, Chengxi is out on a date, Moses is sick, Xiang has NDP rehearsal tomorrow and Iskandar is out with his primary school friends.

Like what the hell right!? Whatever. Friday is over. Saturday will be a better day.

Hopefully.

Scandalous.

Wednesday night. dbl o was a riot last night. With drinks as cheap as SGD$12 a jug of housepours and SGD$3 a shot. That could really be the cheapest drinks you can get in Singapore. And for your information, those drinks were anything but diluted. i was out with a bunch of SQ people. I know, i know. I haven’t really said anything good about SIA crew, so what on earth am i doing hanging out with them? But truthfully, that handful of them last night were probably the most pleasant i’ve ever met. I encountered a friend of Bertram’s who reminded me so much of my beloved Cynthia, in terms of the way they party. =] With that, you can only imagine how out of control the night was.

Airline crew certainly know how to party! =]

*more photos will be uploaded on facebook

On a side note, i think it is time to buy a new camera. I’ve been using my dad’s Sony T77 from Japan ever since i came back from London and Sony is really not performing up to my standards. I still think i need a Canon. A G10? what do you think? Although JayJay mentioned he just bought a Leica…… Tempting… and tempted.