tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654348246193808982024-02-08T14:26:09.058+08:00The MannequinUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765434824619380898.post-31178848364262812632016-02-17T23:01:00.001+08:002016-02-17T23:04:24.587+08:00Baby countdown.<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I've been feeling her wiggles, squirms, hiccups, kicks and also stretches all day which somehow intensify whenever I eat! She seems to get extremely excited during meal times and I can no longer conceal her movements. People find it rather scary and interesting at the same time when they see the little one move around. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Before I get all occupied with Baby S, I'd like to post the answers to a lot of questions that I normally get at work or when I'm out and about.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>1. Your tummy is so small! Do you even gain weight?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I think my tummy is small, too! Blame it all on genetics. My family has always have smaller frames, especially my dad's side. So far I've gained 11 kg throughout my pregnancy. I was 51-52kg before I got pregnant, which was alright for my height & body frame. But my gynae has assured me many times that small tummies are okay, as long as the baby is healthy & grows well inside! Because in many cases, people with larger tummies during pregnancy have higher body fat percentage especially around their tummy areas or they have more amniotic fluid inside. So no biggie if yours is small & your gynae gives the green light! Don't fret too much about the size, it's not important AT ALL.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>2. Do you read to her?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Yes. Sometimes Reader's Digest, sometimes Enid Blyton series. Sometimes I just pinch her legs or hands whenever she stretches inside. We roll that way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>3. Do you sing & play songs to her, especially the instrumental tunes?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I sing to her all the time. I just play whatever songs that are in my Spotify, as long as they're not the PG-13 or heavy metal ones. She's listened to Spanish, K-pop, Mandopop, old Malay songs, random old English songs, Hindi and of course Adele. I'm not a fan of instrumental songs, so nope, I don't play those tunes to her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The song that really gets her going is Adele's Hello. Definitely she's saying 'Hello from the other siiiiddeee, mommy!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>4. How is your pregnancy? Do you feel overwhelmed by the pregnancy symptoms?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So far, I would say this has been an easy pregnancy. There was a short period of time where I felt nauseous and a little vomiting but those went away rather quickly. I overcame those pesky symptoms by drinking Ribena and a glass of Glucolin (one teaspoon ONLY per glass!). Those drinks definitely helped a lot to keep nausea at bay. Other than those symptoms, I have the usual back ache & also soreness around my pelvic area. Nothing unusual, I would say.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>5. What kind of supplement do you consume?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">My gynae prescribes calcium tablets, folic acid, Pramilet pills and of course the food for baby's brain, Neuro Gain PB. That's about it. I think those are sufficient.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>6. People say drinking milk during pregnancy is good, but I can't even drink a tablespoon of it! So how?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">YES! I fully agree that drinking milk, especially Anmum Materna during pregnancy is one hell of a good thing! I've never had leg cramps and also my skin has become noticeably fairer! If you have troubles downing a glass of Anmum Materna, try the mango flavoured one, OR, add half a teaspoon of blackcurrant Glucolin into your milk. I fully urge new moms to drink milk, don't just rely on your calcium tablets. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>7. Do you have troubles with your cravings?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Nope, none at all. I still love the same food I love before pregnancy, and I still hate the same food I hate before pregnancy. Nothing super weird like wanting to eat bars of soaps, or sniffing petrol. I have a strong affinity for sweet food though, like donuts with lots of powdered sugar. YUMMMM. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>8. Do you get leg cramps & stretch marks? How to avoid stretch marks?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So far, I don't have leg cramps but I do have nightly bouts of Restless Leg Syndrome (RLS). Uncomfortable, but bearable. As for stretch marks, zero appearance so far. Perhaps the milk helps? I don't know, but I'm thankful and glad they don't appear at all on my tummy. How to avoid stretch marks, if any? Use Bio Oil or virgin coconut oil. Apply twice a day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>9. Is your skin constantly itchy? Mine was when I was pregnant with my baby!</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So far, I don't have itchy skin. But I do feel some itchiness on my scalp sometimes. What's up with that? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>10. Any tips for new mums that are not cliches? </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Number 1, do what you think is best for your body. Listen to what other moms have to offer & advise, but at the end of the day, it's your body. If you want to continue exercising during pregnancy, go ahead! It's safe as long as you talk to your gynae about it. Weightlifting is still encouraged! But if you have a weak womb, I would suggest you stick to lighter exercises at home. </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So, to be safe, avoid strenuous activities during your first trimester, let your foetus grow safely first. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Number 2, add half a teaspoon of blackcurrant Glucolin into your glass milk if you can't stand the milky taste. It really works wonders. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Number 3, don't be a total couch potato if your pregnancy is a healthy one. Move around, walk a little & do light exercises. It helps to avoid drastic weight gain and it also exercises your legs.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Number 4, to save money on buying pregnancy-related books, download Pinterest app instead. You'll find a lot of useful posts in it, for zero cost! I totally rely on Pinterest for tips & advices. Plus, you can save a lot of cute baby and cat pics. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Number 5, if you are worried about spending too much money for baby stuffs (especially for new parents), ask your close friends who have given birth before you. Perhaps they are more than willing to lend or even give some of the useful baby items that they may have never even used! Most new parents are so excited that they overspend on baby items that they end up never using. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And that's it! Now, we're all anxious to wait for Baby S's arrival into this world! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I cannot promise you wings to fly far away from me, but I can promise you that I will allow you to make choices, even though I may not agree with them. I cannot promise you that life with me will be all beautiful & smooth sailing, but I will be the one who will cry with you and hold you close when your heart is broken. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">My love, I will leave you these life experiences & mistakes that I've made so that you will know that your mother is a normal human being, too. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">1. Be curious of the things around you, no matter how awkward they are. Ask, and you will learn more things each day. If you are wondering where babies come from, ask me. If you are wondering why the sky is blue, you may have to wait until you are in your Chemistry class so that you can ask your teacher instead. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">2. Read books. Read books that make your mind wonder and wander. Read books that make you Google up the pictures of the places described in them. You will learn about the cultures of the people centered in the books, and you will yearn to go to those places someday. Read books that are more than just about romance & fantasy. Read Reader's Digest, too, especially the laugh-out-loud pages. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">3. Most kids will have parents, you have me. We are a team, and until I find someone who will love you and me more than we love him, we are always going to be a team. If you fall, I will fall, too. If you fail, I will fail, too. And when you succeed, that will simply mean I've succeeded in raising you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">4. There will be times you will ask who and where your father is. Believe me, I dread that question. He is not dead, and he is near. Life is about choices & decisions, and your father has decided to choose a life that does not involve us, and that is okay. People will leave you, my love, and your father is no exception to that rule. If you think that having me alone is not enough, then that means I have failed in raising you. <b><i>Your father will not change his mind about us, and that means, we have to forgive him someday for not choosing us.</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">5. In schools, teachers will teach you how to read, spell & calculate. They will also be harsh and demanding, depending on how you behave in class. Don't be rude to teachers, my love. They are imparting knowledge to you, and anyone who gives you food or knowledge should not be disrespected. At home, I will teach you manners, time management, chores, how to pay taxes & bills, how to drive a manual car & how to change flat tires. There are many, many things schools will not teach you, so I have to take up the challenge in ensuring you will not be crippled once you leave the system.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">6. When it comes to love, no love is the same twice. You will begin to have crushes on boys and they will find you attractive, too. But, when it comes to love, please know that your heart will get broken and you will break hearts, too. When your heart is shattered into pieces, your world will come tumbling down and whatever I say to you will not even matter. You will feel immense pain & torture that will affect you physically. It's always easier to describe pain than happiness, because happiness is easily found & lost, and pain just lingers, somehow. I have felt pain that cripple me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">7. When it comes to love, loving someone who will never love you back is the worst. No, I'm not talking about celebrity crushes. You will know & come across this kind of love, once or may be more times than you should have. This is the kind of love that will set you back & change your entire perception on loving & letting go. It will change you, and it will take you to a dark place that will take forever to get out from. But my love, I am the expert in that kind of love, for that is the love I have for your father. Missing him when he is out there having fun & loving someone else, and loving him to the point of madness yet, he still doesn't choose you. Tell me, kiddo, when you've found this love. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">8. On choices, there are so many and confusing options out there. Sexuality, food preference, travel, cars, houses, clothes and even people. Nothing is right or wrong in this world, simply because all the rights and wrongs are all determined by us humans. Talk to me about your choices, and don't go through them alone. We are a team, and team mates don't leave each other in the dark. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">9. You will have many friends, or maybe only a few close ones. It DOESN'T matter if you have very little or too many friends. It's always good to have people who you can laugh and have fun with. But it's best to have friends who speak well about you behind your back & criticize your choices in front of you. This world is full of hypocrites & liars, so choose your friends wisely. They represent a fragment of you. Friends should not complicate your life, because that's what lovers are for. Friends lift you up & support you in tough times. They don't just look for you in good times, they are willing to find you when you fall into the pit of darkness. Keep friends that you can ask out for breakfast & late night supper, and leave the ones who will only talk about themselves because they will have no time to ask about you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">10. English is THE language to learn & master. The world is moving forward, and English is widely used in most countries around the world. Polish up your grammar & vocabulary by reading more books and speaking it confidently with your friends. I will give you a hard time if you don't have a good command in English.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">11. I have made so many mistakes in my life. I've left people who love me, and I've hurt people who mean so much to me. I've also embarrassed myself in front of people and I've gotten into silly accidents. You will, too, so don't regret them. This is a cliche, but mistakes are some of the ways for you to discover yourself & learn. Don't be afraid to make them. Everything has its reason, though most of the times, you will wish you know what the reasons are.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">12. Don't whine about finishing school. You will regret wanting to be an adult, trust me. There is nothing fun about being an adult other than earning your own money & losing that money the next day after paying all the bills. School is fun, it's your experimental playground. Eat sand, dirt, fall down, scrap your knees, play badminton, take up the cooking class, eat bad canteen food, smell those body odors from your schoolmates, study, worry about period stains on your uniform, worry about girls, worry about boys and lastly, worry about your character. Good grades are great, but good characters go a long, long way. It's all part of growing up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">13. Sing your heart out. Music is the best therapy for most uncomfortable periods in life. I will introduce you to the songs in the late 80's and the 90's. Those songs are gems, which is rare nowadays amidst all the sex & drugs related songs. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">14. One thing no one will teach you about is loneliness. </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Loneliness is inevitable, even when you are right next to me or a million miles away. Everyone handles loneliness differently, and I don't want you to drown in it. Talk to me, even when you hate me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">15. There will be times I will ask you to go for dancing and music classes. I want you to love them as hobbies, as they will be your personal therapists as you grow up. Life can be so disappointing at times, with all the failed relationships & attempts to better yourself as a human, so use them as your coping methods. Also, I have no idea on how to play the guitar or piano. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">16. Don't dismiss people's feelings and don't let your feelings be dismissed. All feelings are important, and you are not wrong for feeling certain emotions. People will ask you to get over it or stop feeling that way. DON'T. Feelings are ways for you to discover yourself, because that's how you build your resistance. If you're sad, cry. If you're happy, be jolly without fearing people's odd looks. If you're hurt, tell the person who has hurt you. If you're angry, ask yourself why you're angry, and refrain from saying anything you will regret. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">17. When it comes to sex, never let yourself be forced to do it. Don't allow strangers to touch your body without your consent, and don't do it just because everyone else is doing it. We'll have a wine and cheese session about this, ok?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">18. Do good things to random people everyday. You don't have to do it in a big scale, and you don't even have to tell anyone about it. Do it for you. Kindness comes back in multiple ways. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">19. A car is a very useful thing. It takes you to a lot of places, but a car is just a car. It's not meant to be with you forever, so don't fret or get angry when you get into a fender bender. A car is just a car. Take some time to understand your car's parts and what makes it work, the knowledge will come handy when it breaks down.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">20. Lastly, my love, one day I will leave you, too. My mom (your grandmother) passed away when I had just turned 21. I was thrown into the unknown of raising your uncle (my brother) and I had to make sure the household was intact. I had to make sure there was food on the table and bills were paid in time. I was left with so many things, and I was overwhelmed, to say the least. So, kiddo, I will teach you on how to live without me. But I hope, by then, you will have found your new teammate who will love & fight for you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Because you are someone worth fighting for. I've fought to keep you and I don't want you to settle for someone who would not even choose you in the first place. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">This is it. This is finally it! I thought I would be doing this AFTER I turn 30, however, life decided to throw a curve ball to me and handed me an earlier deadline. I've always thought of becoming a mom, married or not, and the thought of having my own child has always been a dream of mine. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It all came down to this lucid dream of mine. A dream so vivid & surreal that began with a baby girl who was cooing while being cradled in my arms. The first time I dreamed of that baby girl, I only saw her face & her tiny mouth pursed into a huge smile. Since then, I was sold. I kept wishing that I wanted to see her again in my dreams. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Then, a few months later, I dreamed of her again. This time, it was clear we were at home, and an unknown presence was next to me, whom I thought in the dream as the father of the baby. I was cradling her again, this time, I saw her entire body. All chubby & soft, like how every baby would be. Her eyes were round & big, and her tiny mouth was so pink. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I dreamed about her for a few times throughout these years, until one night, her name was finally revealed. It was clear, I named her Charlotte. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Charlotte. A name that is so classic & timeless. She was my Charlotte in the dreams, and I was hooked on that name ever since. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">5 months ago, when I found out I was pregnant, which happened right after I came back from Bangkok, I felt like my whole world just collapsed into the deepest abyss. I was unsure of what to do and what to feel. What came to my mind was, after 3 years with him, why this now???</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I was not ready, I was not welcoming to the child that was growing in me. I felt like I had just destroyed my own life with this mistake. He was devastated, and we cried for many, many nights. Simply because he and I just couldn't be together. 3 years with him, and I'm going to end up raising a child of ours, alone. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Where does that leave me? Is this even fair? I have travel plans to South Korea & Lombok next year!! I was prepared for more solo travels around the world, and I was planning to go for bungee jumping in New Zealand in 2 years' time! Having this baby would change everything!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Abortion came to our minds, and he was adamant about it. I didn't want to do it, I didn't want to add another mistake to my already long list of mistakes. I didn't want to punish a child who did nothing wrong to us, and I certainly did not want to live with the guilt until the day I die. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I had fought with all the leftover strength I had from the crying to keep this baby. I love him, and I would be greatly honored to have this child as a reminder of the love I have for this man whom I can never have. Even if it means having to face hard times ahead & skewed judgments on me. Even if means having to lose a few friends. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So, yes, </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I am going to be a mom in 19 weeks time! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Yes, that's right! I'm 21 weeks pregnant now, and from the looks of the last few scans, this kiddo will be wearing <b><span style="color: magenta;">PINK!</span></b> The father & I are both excited to see this kiddo in a few months. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I am extremely grateful for supportive friends & family who stand by me through this challenging period of my life. I admit, I fear for our future as mother & child together. What would our future be like? </span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">All I want for her is to be loved by people whom I call friends & family, and most of all, her own father. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Who would've thought this would happen? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And all you can do is let the bomb detonate right in front of you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You just have to let it burn and destroy you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I love you. I love you to the point of insanity. I love you above all uncertainties and the right things in life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I will never be able to tell you this, because there is no way you will understand what I feel for you. I have always wanted to tell you that you are the one I have dreamed of, and the one I have always wanted to love. But I cannot, simply because you have no room for me in your heart. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You keep teasing me about the boy whom I have once mentioned to be The Ideal Guy for me. That was before I met you. Before I knew you existed and way before I found out how safe I felt in your strong arms. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When he ruined me with his indecisiveness and selfish acts, you were there to watch me pick myself up and nurse myself back to sanity. I was a total wreck, and yet you stayed by my side. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now, I want to tell you I have finally found my destination, and my journey to you has been a thunderstorm masked in a sunny weather. But I am not your destination and your journey has a different path than mine. I cannot tell you that, and I cannot tell you that you are my home. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What's a home when the resident and the owner are two different people? I am your resident, and you are the owner. My occupancy is only on rental basis, and someday I will have to move out and leave no trace of me behind. But I would always look back and think of the home I once knew and lived in. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, I will only smile whenever you say that you are not my ideal guy. God knows how false that is. I fight with you and argue even about the smallest things, not because I am bored or I have nothing to do. It's because I am afraid of losing you. Terribly and deathly afraid of losing someone like you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I give my all to you; my time, my attention, my affection and my love. Sometimes, I become cold and distant, not because I am egocentric, but because I cannot tell you how much I need you without sounding clingy. I don't want you, I need you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But you are not my home, and I am not your destination. So, we can never walk the same path and finally meet halfway. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When I think of love, I think of sunny days. When I think of sunny days, I think of summer, and how its presence makes those who have been waiting for it just happy. Nothing else, just pure happiness being under the sun and just another season away from falling leaves.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And when I think of falling leaves, I think of you. I think about all the highs and lows of our relationship, and how the emotions change just like the autumn leaves. I think about how sunny it was when we first started, and that the days just got brighter. Then, I think about how the cold took over the warmth in our souls, and we both started to fall apart beneath each other's wings. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Sunny days are over, and we're both now desperately covering ourselves up with layers of reasons to keep our souls warm. Sometimes, I don't even know why I hold on to you, or why I choose to be with you. I keep building walls around me, and somehow you manage to creep through the cracks like a ray of sunshine. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The higher my walls get, the harder it is for me to stop you from looking through my cracks. I tell myself that if my walls were high enough, no one could harm me. But no matter how high my walls are, or how well-sealed they are, I will always let you in through the front door.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You taught me a lot about patience and love, in ways I could have never learned them myself. I learn that to love means to not need to be with someone, and to be patient is to be able to withstand absence and distance. You made me realize love is not a solid block, but rather it is fluid like an essence that takes shape of any mold it is poured in to. It changes, and it can never be defined by a single person. It feels different each time, and it tastes different. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You make me realize that I can love someone who is absent emotionally and still be sane at the end of the day. You make me realize that not all physical touch and reaffirmations mean something. You make me realize I am selfish and obstinate, and I am vulnerable, too. I used to think I was indestructible. But now I know I am just as weak as the autumn leaves. I fall, and when I do, I fall hard. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Most of all, you make me realize, people are indeed selfish. No matter who they are, people have needs, and those needs supersede love. The need to feel wanted, to feel superior, to feel lust, and to feel alive. Anything to feel complete. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I admit, <b><span style="color: #cc0000;">I am a selfish brat whose life goals are to travel and just be happy</span></b> wherever I am and whoever I am with. I work for travel, and that's my sole intention, well at least until I hit the big 3-0. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have hurt a lot of people on my way here and I have left people for selfish reasons. It's only fitting that my reasons are best kept to myself, for people could never understand your true intentions. At this rate I'm going, marriage is utterly irrelevant and settling down is some fantasy island I have yet to discover. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Why? I see the bad sides of marriage, and I've seen enough to know that it is not the road I want to walk through just yet. To every sheltered minds out there, this is a disgrace to the humankind. Where is the old kind of love where vows at the altars are sacred and not to be taken lightly? I just recently read <a href="http://elitedaily.com/women/intelligent-women-likely-single/678309/">this article</a> in Elite Daily, where intelligent women tend to be single. I cannot help but smile and high five the author mentally. <b>Thank you, Lauren.</b> You certainly speak for the women out there who are struggling to find themselves men who have more balls than they do. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Often I encounter men who tell me women belong in the kitchen and women should be weak as well as to dial down on their fierceness. First of all, do you mean that only weak women deserve to be loved and appreciated? <b><i><span style="color: blue;">Secondly, since when being smart is socially & culturally wrong?</span></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What did we know in high schools anyway? Besides marriage and kids? That was how we were supposed to end our lives, wasn't it? Finish school, get a degree, get married and have kids. Did we think of the life after that? I certainly did not. Do you know how difficult it is to stay married and to love that same person you're married to 30-50 years down the road? To touch no other women or men except your spouses? To not want personal space or say no to friends' invitations to have a good night out? To find only your spouses attractive & feel that intense lust & sexual desire only for them? To love them when they're at their absolute worst and have betrayed you in every possible way you could think of? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, women nowadays have seen better and want to do better. Why blame them for wanting better? If they wanted to leave their jobs to travel and move to another country, could you blame them for being selfish and impulsive? If they had trust issues & gave you a hard time, could you blame them for being hard to get? It's no longer about blaming who or what is wrong. People evolve, either physically, spiritually or emotionally. <b><i><span style="color: red;">If you find yourself wanting so many things or people at this point of life, ask yourself, are you not selfish or greedy?</span> </i></b>Or would you play the moral police and say, "No, that is YOU. I'm not like that"? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am selfish, for there are still so many things I have not done and for all the people I have yet to meet. I am selfish, for all the love I keep to myself just because I do not want my heart to be broken into pieces again. I am selfish, for all the time I want to spend with my friends and loved ones because they are the only ones that matter to me now. I am selfish with my decisions, right or wrong, because I have given a large portion of my life away and those years I cannot get back. I am selfish with every calculated moves I make because between those moves, I find happiness and comfort. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have always dreamed of meeting someone like you. I have always thought of wanting to be close to someone who just effortlessly walks into my life and checks every bullet in my 'Man of My Dreams' list. I have always wanted to say, I found him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And you are him. The 'him' that a 20 year old me would approve. You were always there for me when I was feeling low. You kept coming back to me although I never really wanted to know you. Your presence meant nothing to me, and I didn't even know your name. But, you were there. And then, your presence started to mean everything to me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I love talking to you and telling you about my day. Not because I want to, because you ask, and you always want to know. I love our long talks about our pasts and future; some pasts were too dark and yet you still wanted me to know. I love how you make me forget about my heartbreaks and keep telling me that you are always there for me. I love that you include me in your big life decisions such as getting the house you've always wanted, and asking my opinions on how to decorate your future home. I love that you care for my friends and even want to meet them so that you could befriend people who mean so much to me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And most of all, I love the way you make me all giddy inside and you make me happy, real happy. You are like the teddy bear I never had, one that makes me all warm and fuzzy. I love how smart you are with your ideas and views on life, and that attracts me. I love how gentle you love the people around you, especially your parents. You're strong, optimistic, realistic, determined, stable, funny, collected and very dedicated to your work. You take good care of yourself and that inspires me to take good care of myself, too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I could imagine spending the rest of my life with you, and to see your face every morning when I wake up. I could imagine holding your hands as we watch movies together in the cinema. I could imagine being down with fever and you would be there with cold towel and panadols to ease my fever. I could imagine traveling around the world with you and take silly pictures together. I could imagine having petty arguments with you and we both would not go to bed angry, because you hate that. I could imagine you asking me how to fold bedsheets and shirts, because you don't have the slightest clue. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But you're not real. I want you to be real, to have and to hold, but you're not real. I know you're going to leave effortlessly, just as how you walked into my life. It's going to burn me, and I'm going to miss you badly. I'm going to dream of you and all that we could ever be, but you're not real. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">At times, I prayed that I was the one who came to your life earlier, and we both had done everything on earth together. I wish I had met you sooner, and not in this way. I wish I could fight for you. I wish I could wait for you, but that would be foolish of me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I hope someday you'll look back on your life, and you think of me. I hope you'll remember me and what I mean to you. And when you see something or someone that reminds you of me, you'll smile because you know you've had me. I'm going to reminisce and think of you as the one I could never have. It will hurt, but I know over time, I'll be okay. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Maybe you'll read this someday, and smile because you know it's about you. Maybe you won't, but, that's alright, too. I just want to write and express what you mean to me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Maybe I'll see you in the future, somewhere nice perhaps, and we'll be smiling at each other from afar. Maybe in another life, we could be together and I unquestionably would not let you get away. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Many years back, I thought I would be happily married to the man I loved by now. I had a pretty solid plan; get engaged in 2011, and then get hitched a year later. I seemed to have it all cut out for me, except that never happened. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It seems that every girl has their own timeline to almost everything; when to get married, when to have kids, when to go on vacations. I was a sucker for timeline back then, I really thought it would work for me. Since then, I stop it altogether. Since I chose to be a single woman. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I had a good relationship, and I had good people who truly cared for me, but I kind of screwed it all up when I decided to end my 7 year relationship with my ex. Nobody saw that coming, and nobody believed it came from me. But I digress. I like my life now. <span style="color: #351c75;"><b><i>Screw that, I FREAKING LOVE it.</i></b></span> I am going to turn 26 this year, and I have a slightest clue on boyfriends. So, these are the reasons I love being single, and probably a couple of reasons I sort of hate it.</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">1. Absolute, unperturbed freedom.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I am free to make my own decisions and to act out on those decisions without any compromise or judgments. Sure, I make mistakes along the way but I learn a lot from the failed attempts and misguided days. I don't have to ask for second opinions when I want to buy lots of Charles & Keith bags. I don't have to explain to anyone why I am out chilling with friends at 2am. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I like to think that I have a rather wild soul in me that thirsts for adventure and a whole lot of nonsense. I like admiring good looking people and sometimes I tell them, when I have the courage. Sometimes, they reciprocate and we hang out. I allow myself to be out there and talk to complete strangers because I simply like being around people. Sometimes, I have crushes on guys, but I now know well enough that they won't end up being my boyfriend. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">No, I don't mean it in I-matter-the-most or everything-in-this-world-should-be-mine kind of selfishness. It's the kind where you FINALLY can do things for yourself that you have not been able to do when you're in a relationship. I'm talking about being friends with guys & not being constantly pestered to end your friendships with them, going to places you've always to go to, being friends with anyone that you have connection with, buying whatever your heart fancies, dressing up anyhow you want and meeting anybody you like. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You finally get to go to concerts that you've been wanting to attend & you finally get to know who you truly are, without restrictions. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You know, the kind of relationships that make you co-dependent on each other? That everything you do or say must please your other half, and every decision you make must benefit each other. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but it's a relief to NOT be in that. I remember how dependent I was, that everything I did needed his approval and I couldn't go out shopping without him. I felt awkward & horribly terrified whenever I thought of sitting alone in cafes without him. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I even felt so guilty whenever I went out with my girlfriends, because I feared he might think that I was cheating on him. Right now, I eat alone in cafes and it doesn't bother me a bit. I spend more time reading books and do some people watching, and whenever I'm lucky, I get to strike conversations with nice people there. I am free to go out at 12am whenever friends call me up for some good time or just some beer time at some cafe with a good live band. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And the one I love the most? I am free to make my own choices & live with the consequences without a boyfriend who will say "I told you so!" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">If there was one thing I couldn't stand, it would be someone who kept criticizing every choice that you made. You make the smallest mistake, and your significant other starts to make the grandest speech on why you shouldn't have done it. You both get into a fight, and the next day, one of you pretends like the fight never took place. So, you start having grudges on each other, and some days you just feel like walking out on him/her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Now, I know eventually I'll fall again & stumble my way through this life with a lot of mistakes & hiccups, but I'll survive. This time, without so much slings and arrows coming my way.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When I started working, I told myself I would go out to the world and be all there. So, I'm always on the lookout for cheap tickets to any destination in the world. I want to go to Krabi & frolic in the sun on a pristine beach with crystal clear ocean in front of me. I want to go to New Zealand to experience the nature and bungee jump. I want to go to Bali & go to the Bali Spirit festival and meet some cool people. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I won't kid myself, it truly gets lonely at times when you're single. You miss having someone who is always there for you and someone to hold you whenever you are not feeling yourself that day. At times, I do long for someone permanent in my life, someone who will be my husband one day. Someone who will kiss my forehead & remind me how much he loves me, everyday. Someone who will wash my dirty car & take me out on dates. Someone who loves me more than I love him. Someone who appreciates all the little things I do for him. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Having a man by your side means you are protected from all assholes out there. Being single doesn't. Some men pounce on you the moment they hear you are single. Some men test you by thinking they can win you. This is the time you'll meet all sorts of men and your self worth. This is the time you'll realize your strong persona scares weak men. This is the time you'll understand the true meanings of lust, infatuation and love. This is the time you'll have feelings you'll never fully comprehend. This is the time you'll have to constantly tell yourself to make better decisions. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">All these years, I thought I would never change. I lied. I have changed over the years & I have a different outlook on life now. I am more open to possibilities & I am learning to judge less. I have been single for a while now, and I keep telling myself, Hey it's okay, you chose this life. Yes, I definitely did choose this life. I choose to be alone. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have yet to meet the one I want to be with for the rest of my life. I have yet to meet anyone remotely close to that. I've definitely met a few jerks and a few nice ones, but that's all they ever are; just people I've gotten to know & have left. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Someday, when I do meet Mr Right, he's going to be the one who's going to allow me to make mistakes & yet to know better than to judge me for them. He's going to be the one who is a stronger person than I am. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: blue;"><b>Because being single has taught me the most profound thing; Always, always be strong for yourself, because you're all that you have now. </b></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>It's never easy losing someone.</b> It has always been a very hard and painful phase of life. When I think about losing, I think about missing pieces in my life. When I think about losing, I feel that my heart is slowly losing its ability to do what it does best: to pump blood. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Those who have lost someone will say one same thing; it hurts like hellbent on Earth. Nothing feels right until you've found some sort of remedy or distraction that enables you to forget momentarily. Because that's what humans do best: distracting themselves from the inevitable pain. <i><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>No one wants to be headfirst with that kind of pain; it's overwhelming and harrowing. </b></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And losing something or someone you love is not just the physical absence, it's what that comes to your mind every single second you think of them. The physical absence reminds you of things never last, and the one that causes all of the afflictions is the emotional absence. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">You lose them whenever you sit alone in a cafe and seeing couples in front of you. You lose them whenever you hear their favorite songs on the radio. You lose them in the coldness of the night and they are not there to kiss you goodnight. You lose them when you think about hugging them and feeling the warmth of their body. You lose them when you wake up on Monday mornings and knowing Mondays will suck. You lose them when you remember their laughter. <span style="color: #351c75;"><b><i>You lose them when you come to realize how badly you need them in your life at this very moment but they are not there. </i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Worst of all, you lose them over and over again, and that it's an everyday thing. Losing someone could only end with two things: you move on & fix every broken pieces in you with whatever strength you have left, OR you soak every single atom of you in melancholy & analyzing every single components of your life on where you have done wrong.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">You feel happiest whenever you are with them, and you like holding on to that feeling. It gives you comfort knowing that you are capable of feeling happy with someone you care about. But what happens once they are gone? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then you lose them all over again. But this time, it's different. Because you know you can never have them the way you want them to. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><i><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Because having met the right person is utterly intoxicating and stupendous. </span></b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A few weeks back, I came across a list of things that I could write here. It's a really interesting list, and we shall see how it'll pan out. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>So here is the first one on the list : <i>Five ways to win my heart.</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I will not lie and say otherwise. I absolutely love men who smell good and most of all, look well-groomed. He doesn't have to be the best looking one among the crowd, but it's true what people always say, people who smell good are instantly attractive. I concur. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">If there was one thing I could point out to all men, it'd be, just lose the facial hair and long armpit hairs. It's not I want smooth and hairless armpits from men, it's just that, perhaps a little trim would do. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And how awesome it is to hug a man who smells so damn good? The hug could just go on forever! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But, sometimes jerks win hearts, too. And that's a real shame for the entire mankind. I don't know how they get away with it and still be wanted by many. Perhaps they smell TOO good. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm not talking about the ones who'd carry a boombox over to your house and play a nice song or the one who would jump over a rotating ferris wheel just to ask you out on a date. Just men who pay for your meals even though you insist on paying your portion, men who hold the door open for you, men who buy you cakes/ice creams whenever they know you're in need of some pick-me-ups, men who genuinely care about you, men who shy away from idle gossips, men whose manners are close to impeccable and men who are punctual.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I can't say if being a gentleman is a trait men are born with or if it's a skill that men pick up over the time. But what I do know is that being a gentleman is a matter of choice. It brings such happiness when men are genuinely interested in you and care about you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm easily amused, and I laugh at even the silliest things. But I have a soft spot for men who are easily amused, too. Probably because I tend to act and say stupid things at the most random times, so I wouldn't want to get the stink eye from men. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Girls are more at ease with men who are able to crack jokes, because let's face it, laughter is the best medicine, and also the best ice breaker. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have a knack for guys who appear cool and collected. There's something so charming about guys that are either sitting or standing calmly in their own personal space rather than constantly be out there, acting like total buffoons. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: #e69138;">If I wanted someone, I'd want someone who would balance my quirks and outgoing attitude. </span></i></b> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>4. The one who thinks surprises are the sweetest things he could do for a woman.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I love surprises, good, well-meaning ones of course. I like the extreme gush of happiness whenever someone surprises me with something. I like knowing that he has the effort to show that I mean a lot to him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I like knowing that I'm constantly on his mind and that he appreciates both my presence as well as absence. <b><i><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Because a real guy wouldn't stop showing his affection and love for you even after he has gotten you. </span></i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Just imagine coming to work and finding a box of chocolates on your table. That would surely take my breath away. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>5. Encourages me to be a better person. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But not in a overwhelming way, and definitely not the one who pushes his beliefs down my throat. I come with a lot of baggages, and I definitely cannot stay around someone who thinks my baggages are his troubles. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i><span style="color: #674ea7;">I like this quote that says, "When it's right, you'll not feel lost and confused." </span></i></b>That's how every relationship should start with, in my opinion. I think I've been so discombobulated for so long, and I need a fresh start. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's not that I couldn't make myself better. But I think, when you've been on your own for too long and when someone new comes into the picture, feeling right is one of the greatest feelings on earth. And when you start doing better things, I don't think you would stop, now do you? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, that concludes the first item on the list. Perhaps you have your own 5 things, too? :) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Everyone does things with reasons. People steal because they need the money. People cry because their hearts can't bear the pain. People travel because they love seeing new places and new faces that they encounter along their ways. People leave because they have no reason to stay.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That's exactly why I left; I just couldn't find any reason to stay. I used to want to stay so much, to fix whatever was broken, to be the kind of person I'd always wanted to be. But the longer I held onto it, the more I realized it was something I was fighting alone. It had been that way for a long time, it just took me awhile to admit it to myself. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I knew my own shortcomings. I know what I am like inside, and I'm no longer afraid to admit it. I'm flawed in so many ways, but aren't we all? If I stayed just to make everyone happy, would it be good for my own heart? If I stayed just for the sake of holding on to something that was good in the past, would it be good for any of us? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Would you stay for something that no longer made you happy? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It took me years to admit it to myself; that I could no longer do it. I have been walking around with a tape, trying to fix every mess, every hole, hoping that it'd account for something. Whatever it is, just as long as it's something. But who was I kidding? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There isn't any other way for all these. All the things I had to let go, all the feelings I had to put aside, all the blames I was willing to take, all the nights I spent deciding, all the courage I had to gather. It wasn't easy, and it sure did hurt. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But the road I chose did not come with all the things that happened to me. It was something I really should have done a long time ago; back when we kept sweeping our mess under the rug, hoping someday they'd never haunt us in our future. I think that was where we went wrong, because messes needed to be cleaned up, which we never did. We kept thinking, if everything was okay, nothing needed fixing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And so I had to decide; to stay or to walk away. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And how do you tell the one you love that it's time to walk away?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I wish there was a better way to do it, but believe me, how selfish or wrongful it was, I'd be better off this way. I couldn't hold on to something that I knew I couldn't keep. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused, and I'm sorry for all the broken promises. I'm sorry for those who have gotten hurt along the way. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But, I figure that, it's finally time to let things go, and above all, to let me go. Let everything about me go along with the memories and the pain that you've felt. Let me go into this world of uncertainties and stop looking for me. I believe something else is out there for us. It's time to be free of me and trying to know every little thing about me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We've been through this road many times, and no, I'm not willing to go through it again. I don't want all the judging and finger pointing to start all over again. Yes, the pain will never go away, but the longer you hold on to me, the more you try to find my every mistake and start judging. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Be happy, and most of all, please, just let me go. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I've never really thought of those words until recently. Yes, it really does kill you when you think of all the things that could've been for you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It amazes me how much a person can feel at one time, and it is so terrifying that most of the times, you are completely helpless. I tell myself that 2013 is the year of possibilities, and yes, it is possible that you could love someone with all of your might and it's still never enough.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's possible to look at someone you love and you feel so much adoration & love for him, but you have absolutely no clue on how to be with him. It's possible to fall in love with him over and over, no matter how many times you tell yourself not to. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's also possible for you to want to leave everything for someone, leaving the pieces of you behind because you know that this is exactly where you choose to be. It's also possible to lie awake at night and wonder if everything you were doing was worth the shot. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's possible to be angry at yourself for all the decisions you make, and that this anger & sadness consume you slowly. It's possible for you to ignore every signs & pursue the very things that hurt you. It's possible that people will begin to feel frustrated & stop caring about you because they think you're just being ridiculous. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's also possible for you to do the things you've sworn you'd never do in your life. It's possible that you know things are never right but you keep wanting them to be right, just for once. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And then you get burned, you get hurt, and that is the kind of pain that takes the longest time to heal. Yet you still want to stand close to that fire and never leave.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And most of all, it is also possible even your closest friend can never fill in the voids that are left by someone you love. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Because love is never enough. It never will be enough.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I love too much, and I care too much. Sometimes they can be two good things, but most of the times I always get hurt because people don't understand that kind of love. So I slowly begin to let things go, one by one, and I'm surprised to be where I am now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When you love someone, it takes a lot of effort to keep the fire burning. But, often you'll get tired when you're the only one who constantly tries to keep it alive. You'll get tired of living your life for the other person.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's sad when people only realize how much they've taken you for granted all these while and that they realise you can never be the same person you were before. It's sad when people start to feel the things they should've felt long time ago. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's even more painful when they finally understand how it feels to love too much, but you aren't there anymore. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, I got a job offer from PETRONAS. So many things have happened since my last blog post. Some were good, some were bad. What's new anyway? </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To the girl who walked past me and had the courage to call me a bitch, GET OVER ME AND GROW UP. You're getting older, so am I. So let's forget about me, the way I've forgotten about you until that night.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But, how many jobs are out there that graduates can apply? How many jobs out there match the degrees taken by the graduates? Many people end up doing other things than what they have studied. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">How about those with CGPA 3.0 and above? Sometimes I think we all should've just stopped studying after SPM and start working. We get the same pay which comes with same expectations from employers. They still want people with years and years of experience. Training is hard to come by, and when it does, it is done in a manner where one senior worker is assigned to supposedly 'teach' everything to a new worker in the company. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And then comes the argument about graduates not being able to converse and write articulately in English. Yes, there are probably thousands out there who are still struggling to speak in good English and there are also those who CAN speak and write fluently. They still don't get hired or are underpaid. That is the use of telephone interview and resume reviewing system, no? Sometimes I think it's just one weak reason made by employers not to hire the newbies, so that they can avoid spending their resources on training and development. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I am a fresh graduate. I've started working from year 2008. My first job was a waitressing stint at Hilton Hotel. I quite liked that job, it opened my eyes to many aspects of working life. I also met a lot of people with different characters and preferences. My favorite one has got to be when I worked at Four Points Sheraton. I actually got involved in some of the training activities held by the Human Resource Department.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, when employers offer RM 700 per month, I cringe a little, because I always ask myself, is this how much my degree's worth? Can I sell my degree for that amount? Might as well I never had to pursue my degree and saved myself from PTPTN misery?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I envy the education system in the West. They are more hands-on than theories. The students there get to do internships more than once and they get more exposure from working with various companies.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Therefore, should we all start working as clerks and expect pay as much as RM 700, and most probably do things that have nothing to do with our degrees? Will that count as experience? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In short, how to gain experience when no one is willing to give you the opportunities? But when someones does, it is usually not what he/she has promised previously?</span><br />
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</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Men fear dates because dates often mean they need to fork out a lot of cash just to please the women. Women often fear dates because the media portrays dates as the scene in Twilight, where the man tries to seduce the woman by telling her that he can't read her mind, thus making her think that she's strange and different.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJr2tO3iLIfT6zinoIF9Vml9rTBLsHatgO11RxbW0_9vgYFzgPLnbVuTW0CSTHKodFDbo7D24-HSVXOQQFFuzcGm7wbQiqcKUGac9Z6QvG-eEHdyWiSN6zj0euer5u3V3gf5jlD_EHJHu/s1600/tumblr_l355ayYUkV1qb8j7oo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJr2tO3iLIfT6zinoIF9Vml9rTBLsHatgO11RxbW0_9vgYFzgPLnbVuTW0CSTHKodFDbo7D24-HSVXOQQFFuzcGm7wbQiqcKUGac9Z6QvG-eEHdyWiSN6zj0euer5u3V3gf5jlD_EHJHu/s320/tumblr_l355ayYUkV1qb8j7oo1_400.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Lavish dates are portrayed like this.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Oh, women fall for the ones who tell them that they're different from other women.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I know, I know. This post may be a tad inappropriate, given my current relationship status. But, I thought that it would be fun to write about it. It's been years since I went on my first date and all. The idea of going for a date makes me feel all thrilled and warm inside.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, since Valentine's Day is around the corner, I would like to share with you the things I'd like to do if I were to go on a date. I'm not representing every women in this world, so, what I love, might be someone's not so ideal kind of date. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Just bring RM100, no more than that. That's the price for this ideal date.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But hey, points number 1 and 2 below always work like a charm, unless you are going to date someone who is strictly dieting, then focus on number 1.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">1. Gifts to start the date.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I love gerbera daisies. Many of you know that. It's my favorite flower, and I'd love to have daisies as my wedding flowers. If you have doubts that the date will fail, think daisies as the bed to land on to take the fall.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">No need to get me roses, roses aren't my cup of tea. Roses are a bit more expensive than daisies. Daisies cost RM 20 for 13 stalks. You don't have to wrap them into a bouquet, just tie them together with a ribbon, and voila!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I love chocolates, too. Who can resist chocolate? You can't go wrong with chocolates (unless they're lactose intolerant, so this can be a hit or miss).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhDF-QaW8ffsCA0a4K5FsvlSRzjLsxpxwwkzpe6eoTawCGIjLlv_oBA9FGW1CzjS8om8ShSHON0k06sCGVKTfFd8cS0UsOF_1FZl4N8hJH9K17SlxuJE5InjRZzgMJxmcR8nYuNoipTNCl/s1600/600xundefined_19141.jpg" imageanchor="1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhDF-QaW8ffsCA0a4K5FsvlSRzjLsxpxwwkzpe6eoTawCGIjLlv_oBA9FGW1CzjS8om8ShSHON0k06sCGVKTfFd8cS0UsOF_1FZl4N8hJH9K17SlxuJE5InjRZzgMJxmcR8nYuNoipTNCl/s320/600xundefined_19141.jpg" width="152" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Total for these gifts: RM 29.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">2. Never drive a hungry woman around.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Famished women are cranky. I'm extra sensitive when my stomach is empty. So, it is advisable not to ask me where I want to go for dinner. This should have been carefully planned by you. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You don't have to take me to a really posh and high end restaurant. Those places make me feel uncomfortable. Decent restaurants are good enough. I like Western and Chinese food. A simple beef or lamb chop or buttered prawns will please my taste buds. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">3. What should we talk about?</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I can connect easily with someone who talks about his personal life and motivations rather than talking about what he does in the office or how he scores the women. I find that those who are slightly vulnerable are less likely to be uninteresting. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Talk about the bluest and clearest ocean that you want to swim in.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Talk about your dreams and your motivations. Talk about your plans to travel and explore new places. Talk about your favorite books or TV shows. Talk about your family and siblings. Talk about your friends and how you knew them. Talk about the most outlandish thing that you've done.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm partial to men who are able to tell me things and people that matter to them. Although it increases the risk of potential stalking and over sharing, I believe that I can stop the guy from telling too much.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, I heard you like cheese.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">4. What shouldn't we talk about?</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sex. Unless I'm a hooker, sex is not in my vocabulary for the night. I don't want to hear how many women that you have slept with. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I also don't like to hear about your car. </span><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I don't know how to fix a car</span></b></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">1 million points to you if you don't smoke!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Give tips to the waiter/waitress. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ask how my food was. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ask if I was still hungry. Ask if I wanted dessert. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Silent your phone. It's rude to keep texting or checking your phone.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Smell nice. Shave your beard and mustache. I dislike men who have facial hair. Unless you are Bradley James, you are excused.</span></li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It should be a crime against his parents for giving birth to him in the UK.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I like doing things that are random and fun. Hence, a carnival or fun fair is the perfect place for a date. There are lots of stalls selling good food and I get so animated whenever I'm at a carnival. I love the rides and the exuberant ambiance. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sometimes, acting like a happy child is the closest feeling to being happy, no?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There's an inner child in every adult. :D</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, if those nice carnivals aren't available, I'll settle for this: </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I call it, the Apek apek fun fair.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JtxZmY1wqZap3inx40KsNj7ivmf9o1bPc2ERkLQ7Qf5sRZhBAboJ7KRFnvjMIEXuRre2XRJwmuDIY5_D9Me3AJtfFFpZyNgGTDs1clzYdoVsDm8IkjnsWYe1YqqgkLYrFI8mu4SeTA3d/s1600/kchfest106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You don't need to win a teddy bear for me. I don't like teddy bears. We can just shoot rings into bottle necks, or slide ping pong balls through the nailed boards. Total: Probably RM 15 or none (fun fairs are hard to come by here).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">6. Ice cream?</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yes please. My choice would be Wall's Magnum ice cream. Ice cream made it to my top three desserts' list ever since this ice cream came along. The top spot goes to cheesecake. Second spot goes to creme brulee. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This ice cream still amazes me </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">every time</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I eat it.</span></span></span></span></td></tr>
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</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Last but not least, a hug. Not a kiss, but a hug. I think a kiss is a huge responsibility to carry, for both men and women. A kiss means that you want to see that person again, and you hope that things will be more than just dates.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I think kisses are only safe to be given when there is a mutual trust between my date and I. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But, that's just me. Maybe it's called growing older and being more cautious of how I cope with my emotions.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkKFl3GFBVDPZcAKs0vw7bRxT_hbbCn3XTzf0f5xo-c3RBLc1tLRsS5ZlVh3T9pUeVD80BDOmw7FYZvRpHyVChmdAWFkt0amRyg17t1aTLnHtbBzhbNaG8aRDTwM_46FvNMLbU7yg5jNR/s1600/tumblr_l4s748goP91qaobbko1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkKFl3GFBVDPZcAKs0vw7bRxT_hbbCn3XTzf0f5xo-c3RBLc1tLRsS5ZlVh3T9pUeVD80BDOmw7FYZvRpHyVChmdAWFkt0amRyg17t1aTLnHtbBzhbNaG8aRDTwM_46FvNMLbU7yg5jNR/s320/tumblr_l4s748goP91qaobbko1_400.png" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Oh by the way, Happy New Year dear readers!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">What happened? I was sitting at Gaya Street's SugarBun, minding my own business. I had finished wandering around the Pasar Tamu and I decided to wait for my boyfriend's family there. An old man had already occupied the seat next to me. I didn't give him any much thought. Suddenly, he turned and told me that he was from Sandakan and he was from the Sungai tribe. I replied with a short oh. He then proceeded telling me that he had come to KK to meet with his son who was on his way from Lawas. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I listened to his story. He only had enough money for the bus ride from Sandakan and he slept at a nearby mosque the night before. The bus ride cost him RM 43. He told me that he ate this morning with his last few ringgits. I immediately felt sorry for him but I felt scared, too. What if this was a scam? What if he was a drug addict? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But, he looked very normal and he did look very starved. He asked if I could spare him a few ringgits just to survive through the day. He also added that he would understand if I didn't do so. I wanted to reach into my purse and hand him a RM10 note, but my conscience told me not to. I was afraid that if I gave him the money, I'd do more harm. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A minute later, another old man came. He was carrying a few plastic bags filled with vegetables and food. He kept staring at me and he seemed to be anxious at some point. He sat next to me. I thought he was there to wait for his wife or his family. He then stood up and started walking around Sugarbun, with his eyes fixed on me. I wanted to leave, when he suddenly walked up to me and asked if I was alone. I told him my family was at the tamu and would be back soon. He then asked if I was hungry and if I needed food. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That old man said, "Kalau ko mo makan, sia kasi ko duit. Sia kasian sama ko, duduk sorang sini. Sia bukan orang jahat. Nah." Translation: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">If you want to eat, I'll give you some money. I feel sorry for you, you're sitting alone here. I'm not a bad man.</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He then reached into his pocket and placed some money on the table. I rejected the money profusely but he insisted and then he left. Dumbfounded and completely speechless, I stared at the money for quite some time before I finally realized what had happened.</span><br />
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I counted the money- RM61. Now, which stranger would hand you that amount of cash without anything in return?? I quickly left SugarBun to find my boyfriend's family. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I was thinking, </span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">what other things can happen if I stay there any longer??</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But, I just have to say this, I got myself a Tabby point Siamese kitten about a month ago. Finally my grandma opened her heart to this amazing little thing and allowed me to have it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But, people often get tired of tearing down the same walls over and over. When my mom passed away, I was overwhelmed with grief and I had that moment where I wanted to just lock myself in my room and never come out. I just wanted to leave the commotion outside of my room, and to immerse in my own self pity. I wanted to blame people for what had happened to her, and I wanted to blame myself. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As I sat in my room, trying so hard to admit that she was gone, I felt the strongest urge to get out of the room and to be amongst those who were grieving near her. The silence in my room was deafening. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I lost my mom the day after Christmas. A friend of mine is constantly trying to make the ends meet at home. Bills to pay, car loan to settle every month and mouths to feed, all because of an inept father; with such meagre pay. Child trafficking. People at war. Homeless. Hunger. Death of someone beloved.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I would be selfish if I were to shut myself away from people. I didn't need people to worry about me. I needed support, I needed comfort. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Everyone goes through pain. Without pain, people won't see life differently. And yes, people deal with problems the way they are most comfortable of. Some run away from them, some face them, and some just sit in a corner, waiting for them to just vanish. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But there is a world that still revolves around the Sun and it never stops. Not for anyone. We get on with life, no matter how hard it is. We can't weigh our lives based on others. There is another side of their lives you may not know of. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFMdyo6T-J8A4ZrN-NMZJPTyf10lL2Wp1ovu6Y_WgAiNtE36MYkKSm2q9i_7gGYPwnENkMnagwx63USiebewOjt5ltHdzF8-CeaTMRhsm0YW_N0htCHjuu7-3RuT3SOSe747Scmf1Vpcsk/s1600/tumblr_l2wms4Z4ub1qbgnuwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFMdyo6T-J8A4ZrN-NMZJPTyf10lL2Wp1ovu6Y_WgAiNtE36MYkKSm2q9i_7gGYPwnENkMnagwx63USiebewOjt5ltHdzF8-CeaTMRhsm0YW_N0htCHjuu7-3RuT3SOSe747Scmf1Vpcsk/s320/tumblr_l2wms4Z4ub1qbgnuwo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And most of all, count your blessings. Be thankful for parents who are there for you. Be thankful for friends who tell you the truth about yourself. Be thankful for lovers who show their love for you. Be thankful for encouragements that are whispered in your ears.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And most of all, what doesn't kill you only make you wiser, if not bolder.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">On Mother's Day, my boyfriend, my brother and I decided to have an awesome dinner at Swan Teem Restaurant, because it serves pork. My boyfriend is pork fanatic. We were eager and all cheery when we arrived. We saw an empty table, as everywhere else was full and chaotic. We were like, Oh hey, there's a table and there's no RESERVED sign on it. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, the hungry-and-cheery trios sat down and waited for one of the waiters to take our order (drinks, that is). We waved our hands at some of the them, and one finally came to our table. He had this "You're not supposed to be here" look on his face. He told us to wait for a while, he went to, I don't know where, probably to pick his nose. He came back a few minutes later, and he told us, "Kamu tiga orang saja ka?" <i>Just the three of you?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, I said yes. He replied curtly, "Tidak bole woo, mesti mau manyak orang punya." I answered, "Hah? Maksud kamu?" Then, another waiter came by our table with a group of people and told us, "Ini meja orang, mereka mau duduk sini. Mereka datang dulu."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I began to see flames in front of me. Like, figuratively. "Habis, kalau mereka punya, mana sign RESERVED?" My boyfriend was already pissed, so we were moved (not we moved) to another free table. Read: No RESERVED sign on the table. We sat down, and a few good minutes later, another waiter came, this time a really young boy. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Kamu tiga saja ka?"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>"Ya, kenapa, tidak bole meh?"</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Errrr,.... (he whispered something to his friend) tidak bole woo, kamu 3 saja. Mesti mau manyak orang duduk."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><b>"Kamu sapa?"</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Errrr.... Sekejap ah. (He went to his friend at another table and came back) Sorry, tidak dapat. Kami penuh oh." <i>You think I'm blind or what??</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My boyfriend replied, "Fuck this shit!", and proceeded to drag my bro and I away. He was aggravated and I could hear my heart beating crazily. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Being the obstinate me, I decided to confront the manager or supervisor. A woman who appeared to be in charge was taking care of the counter, so I went up to her. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>"Boss, itu meja tidak ada orang, kenapa kami tidak bole duduk sana?"</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tidak bole owh, itu reserve punya." </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Then a worker proceeded to put the RESERVED sign.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>"Yaka? Tadi kami disuruh duduk sana, tidak ada pun? Kenapa sekarang you baru mau letak sign? Kenapa tidak tadi?"</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Kami suda letak tadi. Kami full woo."<br />
<b><i>"Kamu ingat saya buta ka? Saya tahu, kenapa kamu suruh kami duduk sana tadi kalau itu meja sudah direserve orang??" </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She avoided any eye contact with me by counting money.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tadi suda, kami suda letak."<br />
<b><i> "Saya tidak buta, kami tidak nampak sign di sana. Saya pandai baca."</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Kami memang full sekalang."<br />
<b><i> "Kenapa you tidak benarkan kami makan sini 3 orang?"</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Meja suda di-book woo."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>"Saya tahu, kenapa kami dihalau la?"</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Full woo sekalang ini. Itu meja suda orang punya."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My boyfriend asked me to stop and to forget about it. I wasn't ready to let it go yet.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><b>"Kamu ingat kami tidak ada duit ka? Mentang-mentang kami Dayak."</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Full woo!"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>"Kamu ini memang, dahla rude, gila duit, ambil kesempatan. Apa business macam ini? Go to hell la your restaurant!"</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">People were staring so I decided to leave. To Swan Teem Restaurant, thank you for the ultimate discrimination experience. I couldn't have experienced it any better in other places. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When business is blooming, they take full advantage and waste no time in gaining lots of profits. Ignore those who come in small groups, take only big ones, they bring in more cash.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Your new theme song: <b><i>It's all about the money, money, money. We sure need your money, money, money. It's about the cha-ching cha-ching.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">If you're up for this challenge, here are the steps!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><b>1. Find a pop/country/R&B/love song that you </b></i><b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><i>really dislike</i></span></u></b><i><b> </b></i>(especially the one that you swore you'd never listen to again!) </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For me, it would be <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Sean Kingston- Beautiful Girls</span></b></i>. God, I freaking hate that song, and any songs from that dude. So nasal!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>P.S: Heavy metal songs must be excluded!</i></span><br />
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</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><b>2. Pick JUST a weekend every single month that you'd be completely free. Just you and your room.</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Download that song (if you haven't done so) and play it out loud in your room. If you have speakers, that's even better!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>3. Cringe so much the moment you click 'Play'? </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Set it as your ringtone or message tone! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>4. Dance around the room to the song's beats. </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Vary your moves, not just hip swaying or head bopping. Jump on the bed if you must!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>5. Still not liking it after the weekend is over?</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Google up the lyrics and print it. Paste it all over your room. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Me? Resolutions are long forgotten and I think leaving your memories in 2010 abruptly is just as bad. I'm all for WILL do and SHOULD do. Let's be grateful that God has given us yet another year to try to be a better person and another year to discover the purpose of life. If you are in the midst of writing <s>same ol'</s> resolutions, stop right there. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b>Resolutions are just plain excuses to boost self-esteem, in other words, to put false hopes and sigh at the end of the year when you didn't achieve them.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've heard and read my fair share of people's resolutions and I found two common ones: <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">To stop smoking and to lose weight.</span></i></b> Both are hard to achieve, though not impossible. Both require a lot of efforts and perseverance, not just mere thoughts. If you are doing it half-heartedly, you are bound to fall back and do the same thing again. It's human nature to be tempted and weak. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Smoking is an excessive habit</b>, that is hard to curb. <b>Losing weight generally means dieting.</b> If you want to stop smoking, it takes more than just to say, I want to stop this habit. It's in every bit of your soul to <i><b>not</b></i> be tempted to pick up a cigarette and light it up. It takes days and months or even years to refrain from smoking. It's addictive. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">And to those who are exercising to look good but smoke like there's no tomorrow</span></b>? There's really no point that you have a well-built body when your organs inside are slowly dying due to lack of smoke-free air and nicotine-free blood cells.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Call that, The Irony.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Dieting is almost useless if you're on a yo yo diet. <b><i>To lose weight is to lose it healthily</i></b>. Changing your meal plans will only make yourself weaker to temptations. To lose weight is to exercise. Start small, then gradually vary your exercise routines. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">There is NO shortcut to lose weight</span></i>, because if there was any, all you'd get at the end of that shortcut is weight gain due to binge eating.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, make NO resolutions, just focus on what you <b>WILL</b> do, and <b>SHOULD</b> do. Don't begin when the year ends or starts; just start on any given day. Why wait for new years to start doing better things? :)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To my friends, thank you for being such awesome people. I'm sorry if I've hurt your feelings in any way. Let's focus on life's plans, together! :)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To perverts out there, find your own girlfriends to sleep with, pronto!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To those who have hurt my feelings, it's time you understand that <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>by hurting me, you're not any smarter or better, any second of the day</b></span></i>. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yesterday would have been my mum's 51st birthday. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">Happy birthday, my angel. </span></b>:)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have no doubt, she had the best celebration ever. We could only offer prayers and tears for her, but God gave her everything she had ever wanted while she was still here. I dream about her every now and then, and there are days I pretend that she's still around. It's still hard, and I can't believe how some people could actually laugh about this.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Anyway, life must go on, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">it does not come with a full stop when things don't go our way</span></i>. Speaking of which, have you fulfilled any of your New Year's resolutions? In my humble opinion, resolutions are overrated, as many swore to get them done, but never really found a way to get around it. While cleaning up my book rack last year, I found a piece of paper where my resolutions were written on it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sure, I did some of them, but it was kind of a let down when I realized I did not act upon most of my resolutions. I was egocentric too, where most of my resolutions were about myself. Not once did I thought of doing something for others. Not once did I thought of giving something to others. :( </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This year, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">I have decided that resolutions are out, plans are in.</span></b> I'm getting older each year, and I take that challenge to be a wiser person. When my mum was around, she would discuss about my future with me and she would help me to decide. It's explicable that plans may fail, too, but hey, at least it will keep my head straight. Throughout the year, I've given so much thoughts to my future. To be honest, I do NOT know my ambition. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When I was younger, I thought of becoming a pilot, a fireman, doctor, lawyer, teacher, astronaut, scientist, and so forth. When I finished my degree, my ambition was a vague impression. What was your ambition back then? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So I came up with my very own 5-year plans.<b><i> Well, I don't think it's original though hehe</i></b>. These are the things I want to achieve in the span of 5 years starting next year according to order:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hope that I will not slack off and procrastinate on conducting surveys as well as observations. I'd like to have a Masters degree by the time I turn 24. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've been dating the same guy for 5 years and we have talked about this. I mean, which couple wouldn't? We've talked about slowly settling down as a couple and to take our relationship to a new level. I've discussed this with my family and my relatives, so far, green lights. :) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I love to immerse myself in cultures and nature, and traveling around the world is such a wonderful thing to do. With my current salary, I save 10% of it just for traveling expenses every month. I know, there are things that bound to come my way and disrupts the plan, but hey, worth the shot. I plan to travel around Malaysia first; <i><b>starting small is always good</b></i>. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When I get a better paying job in the near future, I would love to buy my first car. It's just that pure satisfaction of buying something with your own hard-earned money. I also hope that I will be able to buy a house for my future family. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I think women should have their own savings just in case of any emergencies. Husbands are the bread winners, however women can too! I personally think it's empowering when women are able to fend for themselves and be independent despite having husbands. If you want something, go get it yourself. Right?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Huskies are tough to be owned. They're independent and basically smarter than other dogs, not to mention, much much more playful! Huskies require cool places to live in, and Malaysia's climate is no help. So, when I have my own house, I'd love to own a Husky, or a German Shepherd. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It only takes RM 50 per month to <a href="https://www.worldvision.com.my/form/form/sponsor.php"><b>sponsor a child</b></a><b> </b>who really needs someone like you. Perhaps a new twist to your current resolution? As for SSPCA, I think I've said enough on my previous post. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Last but not least, this is my biggest plan of all. With God's blessings, I hope this will be a good ending to my 5-year plans: <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>To get married.</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It's every girl's dream to get married, is it not? Garden or beach weddings are always wonderful, but again, Malaysia's climate is very unforgiving. It could rain! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Have a blessed Advent. :)</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, before I sent my tuition schedule to the tuition center, I bought a copy of Harian Metro today. Yes peeps, I'm currently working at a tuition center to teach English to primary school kids. :D </span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Better work and earn your own money right? </span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When Michelle asked me about my dreams, <i>animals came into my mind immediately</i>. Seeing SSPCA's area and lack of necessities upsets me, as the animals kept there have to be placedinto rather small cages due to lack of cages as well as spaces. There are also cases of owners who give up on training their dogs and cats, thus placing them at the center. Have you ever watched Animals Cops on Animal Planet? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Notice how they care for the animals and the great lengths they go to ensure the animals are well taken care of as well as safe? SSPCA cannot provide such privileges to the animals housed there, because they are short of funds. While the government is busy discussing about building the RM 5billion tower, animals are being killed by ignorant people and get away with the crimes they did.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">If you have pets of your own, I'm sure it hurts to see your pets die. Malaysia's law to protect the animals is wretched. Read </span><a href="http://www.freemalaysiatoday.com/fmt-english/opinion/comment/4673-human-cruelty-and-the-betrayal-of-an-animals-trust"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>this story</b></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">. Unless you're cold hearted, did it infuriate you? I highly doubt the government has time to discuss about animals now, so it's all up to us, the citizens. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">People </span><a href="http://www.furryfriendsfarm.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>like this</b></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> </b>give me hope that someday we can treat what God has given us much better than now. I'd like to have my own shelter for stray animals and receive supports from various people. If that couldn't work, collaborating with SSPCA would be an excellent move. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
Cats, dogs, healthy, scabbies, burned, scalded, lost their limbs, blind and so forth. They breathe, too. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgywJn5UwZodFCjiMXrEQgUphI_ulGVs0F68E2P1vZv-eu8gMnVgxWGzt79OWJG1rQ25UaKXm8hxECOaqN0Q2NdxGAHTVMZVInmrI88c9cYwV5Gd2KbH4NWSDQo0TRTrayViRF7ehZzhG2W/s1600/tumblr_lb633efOca1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgywJn5UwZodFCjiMXrEQgUphI_ulGVs0F68E2P1vZv-eu8gMnVgxWGzt79OWJG1rQ25UaKXm8hxECOaqN0Q2NdxGAHTVMZVInmrI88c9cYwV5Gd2KbH4NWSDQo0TRTrayViRF7ehZzhG2W/s320/tumblr_lb633efOca1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>Someday, humans will treat me better. :)</i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i><br />
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</span></span></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">You don't have to believe me</span></span></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">But the way, the way I see it.</span></span></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Next time you point a finger</span></span></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I might have to bend it back</span></span></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Or break it, break it off.</span></span></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Next time you point a finger,</span></span></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">I'll point you to the mirror.</span></span></span> </i></b></span></div><blockquote></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- nuffnang -->
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