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I hate you blogspot, No pasting?!

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 08:52:00 +0000

Yes you heard me right, I hate you blogspot. You don't let me paste!

*GASP*

WOW THIS IS WHAT YOU GET BLOGSPOT.

This is what you get for changing your interface! I totally didn't notice the Edit HTML function on the top. YOU SUCK. NO wonder I can't paste. and you're too late! I've switched allegience to wordpress.

Fellas, I've went through the ordeal of making a new blog because I thought I couldn't paste. Meh.
So, www.tomyamgirl.wordpress.com.

Bye now~

Realisation

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 03:09:00 +0000

Finally, the one day during exam period that I didn't wake up dreading.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8hHo-qSvoMo
Kelly Clarkson - I'm already Gone 2009

This song is sorta mellow and it feels very real.

I have decided to leave. Leave the bond that I have with A.
Recently, thinking that I should begin accept that sometimes love just doesn't conquer all.
Like, the distance. I'm starting to think like him. That maybe it won't work after all... I have always kept a hope that it would.

But when the bad feelings come hitting me like a wave, I cannot remain hopeful any longer.
Funny, I used to think the next time I fall in love it would be with someone who is able to persuade me and keeps relentlessly persuading me to change my negative, pessimistic view of love. But yeah, I want someone who will do that, who believes in it and who works hard to make me believe it, who can make me feel 'YES! We can do it!'

That is why, I should try my very best to control and forget my feelings for him. Because if I don't, it will be too painful one day, too painful for me to see him leave. I am not a noble person, I'm not that big a person to make myself unhappy as long as the guy is doing what I think is best. That's why if I ever have cancer, (TOUCHWOOD) I wouldn't go without telling my partner. Some people leave without saying anything because they think it is best that the partner doesn't know. I think I am not that sort of person. I'm not strong enough. I'm the kind to lean for moral support.

Last Night, Good Night By Hatsune Miku
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ha4T3ZJwxt4

I don't know what's wrong with blogger, it won't let me Copy paste thus, I cannot paste the sad lyrics here. :(

First Day of Exams!

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 11:00:00 +0000

So, today is the first day of exams for my 2nd semester in uni. That means, next sem will be my third sem! So far so good! The only subject that I utterly have no confidence in would be Pengajian Malaysia. It's like, zomg! wth!

How do you fix something that isn't there in the first place?
When you want to draw that other person closer but have no idea to go about it?
When you try to have conversation and he just doesn't seem to have anything to say to you anymore?
When you feel like you're drifting apart and nothing you seem to do is stopping that?
and you can't ask for some things because he has no obligation to do it for you.
why would he do that? You're his nobody.
And you're afraid to try harder because it might be as you have feared, he's avoiding you. or might get bored with you. or annoyed with you and that makes him want to talk to you less.

I think I shouldn't feel like this anymore. I think I should be more detached from now on and not make myself so vulnerable. Silly me! Always vulnerable.

Want to talk to me? Turn me on.
Don't want to talk to me? Turn me off.
I don't want to be convenient.
Bury it, bury it, bury it.
I have been happy for the past 9 months but now I must be wary and be accepting of the reality of how things are/will be/cycle of things.

Sony Cybershot TX1's advertisement has this really nice song. I don't know the name of the song nor the singer. :(

When the twilight sings,

It's washed away, way by the sea,

Open up your eyes,

Believe the dream.

You see how I feel,

That feeling something's just not real,

We are drifting through the stars,

Floating here to Mars,

Believe the dream.

I liked it so much that I found the chords for it unconsciously!

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 08:39:00 +0000

I'm at the tyre shop waiting for my friend's car to be done. We're going for a swim later.

Even the tyre shop has 2 pcs that enables you to connect to the internet. Not bad. Good idea. First time I've come across something like this. Live long and prosper Continental!

Comics

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 10:45:00 +0000

I've recently started reading a lot of mangas. So I shall note that which I liked and what it is briefly about.

Needless to say,

1. Ouran High School Host Club, this is still ongoing and is my motivator to want to learn Japanese.

2. Meru Puri, this is by Hino Matsuri.
All high school freshman Airi Hoshina ever wanted was to someday live in a cozy home with a loving husband, and find joy in the little things in life. As a result, she makes it her daily mission to get to school on time because school legend has it that the longer one's non-tardy streak is, the better boyfriend one will find. But just when her daily routine is working like clockwork, an occurrence of fairytale proportions threatens to disrupt her grand plan. Basically it's about this magical world that exists in another realm. Art is pretty good, she's the mangaka for Vampire Knight, I'll read that once it's actually completed.

3. Potemayo.
Story is pretty random and have very little to do with each other. It's about this cute little mascot, that a guy could carry around on his head. It's like random comic strips. It's pretty short, but cute.

4. Tokyo Crazy Paradise
Took a bit to finish this. It's unlike Ouran, where it's long but you stick to it like glue. If you don't keep going at it, you lose interest in reading this, because... well, I don't know. It's about this girl who dresses up like a guy who becomes her classmate's bodyguard to repay her debt. Her classmate is a yakuza's boss. Eventually they fell in love with one another.

5. Mind Game
Art is pretty much like Sailormoon's mangaka Naoko Takeuchi... This is a short story (about 9 chapters) about a girl's first love. Basically lovey dovey and innocent. Puppy love larrrr... hahaha

6. Asa mo, Hiru mo, Yoru mo

This is kinda short, about 9 chapters.
Shinobu is a typical high school girl...with an atypical hatred of boys. Long ago, she was horribly abused by one and hasn't been able to tolerate being near them since. Now Yokomizo has appeared before her--a boy who looks exactly like the one who tormented her in the past. He's the last guy she wants to have around, but then he confesses his love to her!?

The art is nice, story plot kinda familiar. Basically is afraid of guys yadda yadda.

7. Tenjou no Kajitsu
Art is nice. 4 Chapters but quite long. As in, around.. 40-50 pages for 1 chapter. Tomita Yuri hated boys since she was little, seeing them as devils who taunt and tease her. When the all-girls Kinka academy decides to merge with the all-boys Ginka academy, her ‘heaven’ is once again threatened by the devils from hell, men. Not only that, but as a member of the student council, she now has to work alongside the male student council of Ginka academy. Will Yuri’s ‘heaven’ be overrun by the male devils from hell?

The girl, Tomita Yuri is kinda cute. Haha. Basically innocent like love I guess. lol.

8. Meine Liebe by Izawa Rei
Art is so and so. Boys are pretty good looking except for dark areas around the eyes. I don't know... it's weird, makes them look like evil monsters. I mean like Gaara in Naruto. lol.

Erika Klause, who has been separated from her brother when she was little, decided to enter Rosenstolz Academy (in Germany), where she was sure to see him. But what she encounters at first day of school is the five Strahl (King scholars) candidates.
Basically it's about this elite school and her constant wish for finding her half brother. And again, the fan girls of the 5 guys. Slightly like Ouran; elite school and all but there's where the similarities end... but it tends to get a bit monotonous, and grand. Too much grandeur. No comedy at all.

9. Kare First Love by Miyasaka Kaho

Coy and self-conscious high school student Karin Karino never paid much attention to boys until she met Kiriya, a popular student from a nearby boys' school. Karin and Kiriya embark on a romantic journey despite Karin's classmate Yuka's best efforts to sabotage their relationship, but Karin soon learns that living happily ever after isn't on the curriculum when she becomes Kiriya's center of attention, as well as embittered Yuka's bull's-eye on her dartboard of hate.

Hmm, basically this is like a lovey dovey first love kinda comic la. School life, innocent love, shy shy kinds. Ehehehe, it is kinda cute la. Definitely chick flit. Nerdy, shy girl with outgoing handsome boy ehehehehee *drool* In the end, they live happily ever after la. Sien o. So nice. Different from reality. Quite long, about 57 chapters.

10. Otokomae Beads Club

Have you ever seen a "very manly girl"? The heroine in this story, Oikawa Ibuki is just that type of girl. To find her true soul mate, after transferring school, Ibuki was determined to act like a gentle lady. Yet on her first day of transfer, due to her righteous sense she went to save a small dog, and at the time she was seen by the suspicious "crow messenger"! Is Ibuki's whole image ruined!? And who is this mysterious "crow messenger"!?

It's kinda short, about 3 chapters and 1 extra and 1 side story. It's ok ok only la. Too short to make an impact I guess. It started out amusing. Towards the end, ok la. Aih.

Last edited : 2.45pm 15th July 2009

How do you poop in squatpots?

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 19:09:00 +0000

I watched a random so called popular video just now, and the American guy who just came back from a trip to China asks, "How the hell do you poop in squatpots?"

I felt so tempted to comment:

To squat, but not to hover, is gratitude enough in China.

Do you know how friggin annoying it is to hover over a toilet seat? I mean, there's just NO WAY you'd want to sit on a public toilet seat because it's so dirty. God. Ask a more sensible question, yeh?

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There's this song that I heard on Anime Radio just now. I've always thought it was a cute song but I didn't know the lyrics could be so sweet. Here's the translation. Zzz, why can't I embed it. Such a sore loser.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfR5uiClxDo
ryo feat Hatsune Miku - Melt
lalalalalalala...
Waking up in the morning
I only had one thought inside my mind
Yes, it was you

Had a haircut the other day
So you could notice and say to me,
"Why the new hairstyle?"

Pink skirt flower barette
Stick it on my hair then I'm going out
Today, you will see how cute I really can be!

MELT I'm melting
To say I love you is just impossible ... However
MELT I can't even look at your eyes
I'm not going to be in love with love not me
Because it's you ... I like
lalalalalalala...

Weather this morning was wrong and left me
unprepared again
Now I'm caught in the rain
Could have got an umbrella from a store
somewhere and then I heard her sigh
I see a girl leave. Oh was it you? And then I say,

"Do you mind if I walk with you," as you unfold the
parasol
I hope you didn't see my face was burning red,
And now I am falling in love with you!

MELT Oh, I am hardly breathing!
as our hands touch ... because
MELT all of this just because we're sharing this umbrella
Just nearly close enough, to feel your breath.
Oh, what to do...Oh, please,God, just stop time forever.

This waterfall of tears has started.
Don't know if it'll ever stop.
But I'm so happy now, that I could just die!
lalalalalalala...

MELT The time of pairing has arrived.
Though, we will meet again, until then, you'll
disappear ... And again
MELT Oh, God, please tie us forever!
Already missing you, I never want to say goodbye
I take you in my arms and say "I love you,"
...In my dreams.

lalalalalalala...

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This is Potemayo! It's so cute!! Link to that comic is here:
http://www.onemanga.com/Potemayo
It's cute but really random. -__- and sometimes they don't make sense too.

Studies again...

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 08:38:00 +0000

My life is full of changes.

Let's see, since my last post, a lot has changed.

Yes, I worked with that guy as an administrative assistant and my time there was enjoyable.
Alas, they need my services no more after about 6 months? Because they're facing a bit of trouble and have to cut costs. Not to mention their prospect is looking pretty bleak so I don't blame them. But it was really nice working there, pleasant people and everything.

I could even go online :(

But moving on, I'm finally going back to studies! Diploma in Management. The only diploma available at the uni near my house. Meh, only taking a cert out of convenience, anything but Accounts.

But now, instead of the money coming in, it's money going out at quite an alarming rate. I really hope my PTPTN loan is processed without difficulty, as I'll be paying for myself.

I have decided not to enter any relationship for a certain period of time.
Better off without complications at the moment.

I have met a guy that I am interested in becoming friends with though.
But the tricky part now is to try and figure out how to let him know so he'll not be wary or cautious because I'm not looking to be with someone but rather just being friends and well, just outings.

About the conflict in my family, I can only pray to God and hope that all will be well.

I've recently went back for cellgroup and after a few weeks I'll be going back to church too. Out of my own will. It's time.

:D

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Sun, 28 Dec 2008 19:51:00 +0000

I'm feeling scared. I'm feeling scared of the unknown.

But I know that the decision that I made is right.

Instead of 6 months, it's suddenly here. Around the corner. Because of circumstances.
But when it comes down to it, it is my choice. I just think that I'm very nervous about it that's all.

This is to my best friend Steffie. Things will never change between us no matter how far we travel down the path of our own destiny. I can promise you that. Because to me, you've become an important person. You have become family. I love you and heartily thank God that he sent me you in my teenage years because you helped me discover myself, and form my character when I was fragile. Who I am now, is a mix of you and myself. And I'm proud and happy to say, a part of yourself is also influenced by me.

I am glad that despite our little differences, we have no trouble communicating. I would say ,"The sky..." and you'd say, '"is blue..." I love the times when we'd both go silly and laugh like shit over things we'd both say, or things I'd say or things that you'd say. And I know, I just know that when we're in our 40's, we'd still remain the same. Because I'm not planning on changing. Unless you are >_>

Doing what I'm about to do, takes a lot of courage, at least from me, at this present moment. This is bigger than me, and I shall put it in God's hands. I'm not being negative about it. I'm ready, just overwhelmed. After seeing Aunty Rumba tonight for dinner, and asking her to pray for me and... My heart was a pounding and here I am...

Plans, plans and more plans...

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 18:12:00 +0000

Ages since I posted. It's odd how so many things have happened in this short span of time.

As for Peter, I think it would be wise to just let it be. If he's not asking for a definite answer, well, the lack of contact for such a long time would suffice, don't you think? Plus, sometimes, people just don't want to hear it. They just don't want to know. I kept thinking I should end it officially and bla bla, but it's only because I'm that kinda person.

I have been working as a promoter for a month. My job is easy. All I have to do is sit around and tell people about the promotion. Tomorrow is the last day! Yayness! I've learnt quite a bit at this job. Bit of exposure. How to deal with morons that you see everyday, nicely.

I met a guy there though. At workplace. He/A bunch of partners, offered me a job as an admin assistant. I'm still perplexed about it since it seemed almost too easy. Getting a job I mean. At least this will be office work. :) Hope it will turn out okay. They... build buildings. Developer's company I think. His name is Fuad and he is 12 years older than me. Has been abroad since 9 years old. Malay but looks mixed. Intimidated me a bit with the easy manner of speech. And perhaps some hints. About dating. But I'm sure he's joking. But it still is o__O all the same. Lol.

I penned down a few pages of details about someone that I know for quite a bit now, few months, I think 3. I wrote it on pieces of paper because I just had to pen my thoughts down at work. I am planning something... I hope it would come true and that my life might be better because of it. I mean, life is good to me, it isn't sucky. But it could be better. At my present moment however, I am very happy. Compared to last year, yes I am a happy person at this point. I am glad, that when I am about to turn 21, the point of one's life that isn't to be forgotten, I am happy. :D

I like the sense of knowing that in 6 months time, things won't just be the same. There will be new things to be learnt, new experiences and new adventures. And for the first time in my life, I feel like I actually have a plan. And that anticipation of making it work, the knowledge of knowing that it would or should go according to it with time, just makes you look forward to each new day.

So many feelings. Fear, uncertainty, disbelief, bliss, fluttery heart hiccups, worry, anticipation but no sadness.
And I think that's good news.

P/s: Is it not unthinkable when someone would be okay with not dating for 3 years just to help another person? Admirable nobility, in my opinion...

Looking for a new job

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 15:39:00 +0000

A little update.

I got terminated last month. Maybe it was because of the leaves. Can't help being sick.
Or maybe it was the downsizing they wanted to make. Under developer's orders. Since the title hasn't been issued the management corporation has no say.

However, they'd have to deal with 7 days without familiar hands at their site because my colleague applied for leave. Good luck with that, kind sirs.

As for me, I'm not too bothered. Just can't wait to get my car license. Get the dough rolling. Let me inch slowly towards my goal.

SIGH I WANT DOUGH PLEASE.

Abandoned Fetus

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 18:19:00 +0000

Yesterday, I was at work.
The guards discovered a baby. They saw a woman burying something before dawn, and went to examine and dug it up, and it was a fetus. 3 to 4 months old. You hear about these sorta cases often, but when it hits so close to home, it feels so real.

I wonder how does one have a homemade abortion. I saw a picture of it. It was gruesome. As how they often are, but this is real. It's just there. It just happened.

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Today one of the cleaners went back to her village. I heard she is going to remarry for the 2nd time. She is 50 I think. Sugoi...

She likes to scold a lot. She is loud. I am kinda amazed really that someone would marry her ... she seems so scary. But now I feel relieved. If she can get married, then I probably can too...

1. She is 50.
2. She is scary attitude wise. She's daring. If the residents leave their rubbish bags outside their apartment doors, she'll be knocking and shouting her head off, hollering for them to dispose of it properly.

My heroine *____*

Long Long Time...

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Thu, 18 Sep 2008 14:48:00 +0000

Hello, it's been some time...

Ohisashiburi ne...? :)

I have not written for a very very long time.
Perhaps I shall start blogging again. I cannot take holding it in not letting anybody know how I feel anymore.

I recently starting working, my first full time job. In Property Management. I don't like how they hound the staffs. Checking if they're late for work and such. I don't know. It makes me feel so hounded I guess. It's ok if the pay was high but ok, the pay isn't that high. And these people don't know how to relax. It's not like the corporation is even big enough to be called a corporation. But what defines a corporation? I forgot.

I just can't wait to get a driving license so that I can get other jobs with higher pay, at least enough for me to make a better future for myself. I don't know what I'll do, but I think I'll save and study and work at the same time.

This job however, opens my eyes I guess. Learnt quite a few things. How to interact with people. It is also quite amusing. Like some people can be really stingy. Also how to deal with angry people. There was a guy who said he wanted to sue us too. O. Kay.

But there's this one guy I cannot help laughing at. His name is James. He wouldn't leave a contact number. He told me that he lives on the 3rd floor and he can see the opposite block. First floor. Lights on, no curtains. Saw a girl doing it with guys >__> and even asked me if they are doing 'business.'I didn't know how to answer him. >___> Quite awkward.

But I should think that if I plan to stop, I should at least do it if I am three months into it. And who knows maybe I can tell myself, maybe 6 months.
Lol. Maybe.

I guess that's all in my life.
Oh yes, I have wanted to mention that I was with a guy for a bit... I nearly posted about him but in the end I didn't.

He is busy with his thesis but I have already made up my mind that him and I cannot continue in this relationship. It ended quite sometime ago... sometime in June? May?

But yea, we didn't really really end it. We only said, maybe we might get back together. Or rather I think I said that. He might not like me a lot, I don't know, but I would still think it's still bad news. And bad news shouldn't be told when one is doing something as important as a thesis. So I will wait until he finishes it to tell him that we are still very good friends. I mean at least make it clear... =/

So yes, I am typing this while waiting for '1 litre of tears' to load. It's a nice drama that loli introduced to me. I like singing songs recently. So maybe... maybe I'll just record myself and post it here since nobody comes anyway lol. But it'll be a small little project for myself to do.

I wonder how people I knew are doing. Charm... Klang kaki... people that I don't contact with...

Iwonder how peter is doing, how mark is doing... how joyce is doing...
I hope they are alive and well... Read back my old posts... felt emo lol. Baka ne?

I wonder what defines me...

P/s: At least I look forward to travelling... in the future Imean. I made a few friends from around the world. The ones with which I have a pact... to meet them someday and to spend some time in their country and vice versa. :)Hope it'll come true. If you believe it, it might come true...

Happy Chinese New Year

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 16:29:00 +0000

I think it was 2 weeks or so ago. I unblocked him and we chatted for a bit.

Me: How's Joyce?
Him: She's fine. Emailling as usual. I'm not replying her though.
Me: Did she say anything unusual lately?
Him: No. Oh, wait, yea she did.

(Then he copies and pastes what she wrote. Something about me calling. But I forgot what exactly she wrote.)

I was peeved at what she wrote. So I said firstly, I didn't call her. She did first. I called back later. ~~Secondly,~~ Nevermind that, I forgot what I wrote.

So, to cut the story short, I told him in the end because he prompted me to. He said because we knew each other so well, certainly I'd be so kind as to not keep him in the dark. I was relunctant to though, but oh well.

He made me call her though. So I did. And it turns out she didn't pick up. So I told him I'll try again later. Which I did, because she messaged me a while after that. So I made that call with him at the end of the line, and recorded myself too. On loudspeaker.

He said, "OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. THAT'S JOYCE!!!!'

There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. A freaky fact of the day. Why would anyone, an auntie, pretend to be someone so much younger? And be so real at it too. So very real.

I was laughing with disbelief. All that drama and all that trouble just because of an auntie.

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Happy Chinese New Year!!! I went back and well, I had such sumptuous dinners... for 3 nights... it's a bit too lavish when I'm having it continously. I've got a crack on my lip =__= I wonder if it's because of that.

I met my 9th auntie. She thought I was my niece. Either it means I look like a little girl of 6, or ... @@

I wish I had a dream. I wish I had a goal to accomplish. Sometimes feeling so stagnant makes me feel as if I'm wasting time. But who knows I will find something that's worthwhile at the end of my journey. ;) Hope so.

My nephew has a PSP. And it's annoying because he's so selfish with it T.T I am cross. That little bugger ain't no getting any help with the downloads of his games. Hmph. I'm serious! Because he's so rude. I am affronted. Roar. I'll help his sister, but not him. Selfish bloke.

Joyce is a Sham. At least that's what I think.

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 21:39:00 +0000

It is best to keep unhappy things to oneself. After a week of contemplation, I have decided to remain discreet about something that has kept my wheels of thought reeling. To of course, someone who would be most affected by it.

Though I shall not disclose this particular information to the person it would be most suitably directed to, upon the excuse 'He wouldn't believe me anyway', I cannot help but feel I need to heave it off my chest.

As you might not know, my life of the past year has been filled with gaps and blank puzzle pieces. Missing quite a number renders the picture unfanthomable. The answer never seems to come to pass. The long periods of waiting for something to come around the bend seems to never come to pass.

Yes he has made a great deal of commotion and drama in my life and I cherished the good times but I am glad I am over the bad times. More often than not, the bad things always tend to stick to the particles of your memories.

One of his suspicions was that his ex, Joyce, is an Auntie. I have not believed him a single bit. Because the idea was just too outrageous. Imagine being with someone who turns out to be a sham. Suddenly you didn't know what to believe anymore. I know he tells me this yet he hopes for something inside of him. 'That it is not true'.

And well, who am I to pop his bubble.

So yes I have not believed him a single bit. Until...

Seven days ago, on the 12th of January, someone called me on the phone. It was Joyce. With her nickname. Spe(xxx). XXX means it has been crossed out. As you can see, I have not gotten over the paranoia that someone will discover me in writing. Someone as aforementioned. The lady who is in every way vibrant in virtue.

I was astonished. I walked to the kitchen to get away from the commotion (a party). Not daring to breathe, I listened. I heard voices in the background. A woman talking to a man though unclear. This continued for 1 min and 44 seconds. I said hello. No answer. I ended the call. I called back. Nobody picked up.

Minutes later, she called back.

We talked.

Her: Who is this? You called me just now.
Me: Oh no you called me first. Was there something that you want?
Her: No, I didn't call you. (Though she obviously did).
Me: Perhaps it was a wrong number.
Her: Oh, okay then.
Me: Goodbye.
Her: Bye.

I hung up and was lost in my thoughts for a bit. I thought, 'Her voice sounded awfully familiar'.
It sounded like the recording of Joyce's voice. Only, less... refined. Less careful. More aunt-ish manner of speaking. In the recording she chose her words with great care. In the call she carelessly threw it around in an Ah Liang manner. In fact she sounded a bit annoyed. But in the recording it was loving. If only I could get her to speak to me lovingly... XD

I called her back the second time, under the pretense of double checking.

Me: Hello, maybe you called to look for my mother?
Her: (I couldn't really hear what she said, sometimes she talked in Chinese, sometimes English; since the recording was in English I tried to get her talking in English as much as possible) No, no I didn't.
Me: Are you sure? Because my mother's name is (censored for privacy). Are you sure you aren't looking for her?
Her: Yes, I didn't call this number.
Me: Oh, very well then, goodbye.

When I hung up, I was disturbedly positive, that the lady I just spoke to was Joyce. Else I fervently pray that perhaps both Joyce and Auntie sound the same.

She texted me after that.

'I am Mrs Lim from Kelantan. What is your mother's name? Your number was unnamed in my directory so I thought there must be a reason why it's there, so I thought I knew you. Maybe I know your mother.'

I remember very well why my number was in her directory. Because I sent a wrong msg to her particular number. And what sort of weird people have the uncanny knack of saving numbers of wrong msgs in their phone? I do not for one.

Me: 'Her name is Florence Lai*. My name is Samantha Lai* (Changed to protect my own privacy XD and to avoid detection. I do not know why she is calling me but I do not like it one bit. It makes me uneasy.) If you do not know her then it must be a wrong number.

Her reply: I know something-Lai, something-Lai, something-Lai but I do not know who Florence Lai is. Nevertheless, I will keep this number just in case it is someone I know. Nice to meet you. Goodnight.

Me: Like I said it is most probably a wrong number. Bye.

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So yes, after that day I have been waiting for him to come online so that I can unblock him to tell him this uncanny news. But after a week and some reflection upon the subject, I come to the conclusion it is best to keep unhappy things to oneself. Particularly when I have nothing to prove and I wish not to come into argument just because of my opinions. It is one thing to have an opinion, and quite another to force it on someone who is least wanting to hear of it. Particularly when it brings that person no good. I am afraid it might burst his bubble and he shall be of want. Of her sturdy, motherly fountain.

So in short, he wouldn't believe me anyway. Why should I tell him? It is for me to know.

But yes, I am, undeniably, inclined to believe that Mrs. Lim is Joyce.

The End.

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Well, okay not quite the end. A few days ago, I called a childhood friend of mine. Kate.

I found out M cheated on me with her last year. It was hard to deal with when I had tried to keep the friendship between Kate and I going. The reason why I remembered was probably because it was my birthday. And also his birthday. The irony.

Without having to speak, you should know that I was dreadfully hurt, and upset, and angry. Very angry. I was fuming mad. Until she changed her number and continued her rendezvous with him, saying how lucky it is that she has evaded me and so to speak, 'Thank God she doesn't know. I was so scared when she found out.'

Well, I have only one wish that time. That is he does not hide it from me and break it off with me first. Reading that I felt like the third party being in a place where she doesn't belong.

So back to the point. I called her and sorted things out with her. Told her it was okay to continue doing whatever she wanted with M because I got over him. She breezily told me that there's nothing between them both and says she's got no feelings for him and he doesn't have feelings for her. Well, she too, had breezily told me this back then. *shrug* It is none of my concern anymore I suppose. I am just glad that I have ended the feeling of dislike and again return to my old self. Life is great without someone that brings you down because of dislike. She told me she was glad and that was sorry for the things she had done. This was of course, after my own apology of saying harsh words to her.

I admit. I called her a bitch. She was being bitchy after all. ^^;

Well, she was a friend who gave me those beautiful lily bulbs when I was young after all. Flowers that I truly cherished and looked after, which gave me many full blooms. So then, she shall remain an acquaintance.

It is better to have distance when you've tasted the sharp end of a person's dark persona.

Penang Trip

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 07:40:00 +0000

Well well, suffice to say it has been a great week!

On a side note. Things that I didn't post the last post.

I am not Cheap!
Just because I held hands with a guy that I know very well, at least he's more real to me than you are so don't you dare judge me!
Just because something you say would rub off your ego, you don't always have to say it. *scoff*
I have always wondered whether you were always this immature. I thought that perhaps we could continue just as friends, but Nooo something in you just have to spoil it. Grow up please.

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I have refrained from posting anything about him because he told me not to. Which was strange for me. Because not that I thought my words would have any impact on anyone. So someone already knew the game on Christmas. Just because of a small little gesture. So since the cat is out of the bag, there isn't much of fun poking and teasing anymore. ._.

But life is short and ever changing, we might not be able to celebrate next Christmas together, you'll never know. But then again, you'll never know if one is destined to be with you. After the movie Amelie, that I watched, it's so different. Magical in a sense. Like relationships are dropped from the vast skies in shapes of crystalline stars. One each for every outstretched hand, waiting for Destiny to drop a crystal into it.

So before I forget, I had better write about my trip to Penang.

28th December
Early morning, I didn't sleep for fear I wouldn't wake up. Actually I didn't sleep because I was playing games. So yes I packed and waited for YT. Felt fresh for some reason. Went out to the tree in front of the house to sit, something I've not done before. Especially in the mornings. Saw a man doing his daily excercise. Saw him do taichi and funny movements. Felt amused. Steph came by and sat next to me and told me about Mr.30plus-but-doing-taichi-exercises.
Waited an hour, was on the verge of being toppled over by Pique when Sam, Hannah's guy arrived. It is the first time I am meeting him.

A whiff of donuts greeted me and their cheery voices of course. First time observing Hannah and Sam. Felt awkward at first. The trip up was long. But not too long. Steph said I snored. ._. I KNEW I DID. aaaah. Yes, I have 3 kinds of snores ladies and gentlemen.

When we reached we were mighty hungry and we went and had Penang Fried Kuey Tiao but with Duck Eggs. Alas, I tasted nothing special about it. YT said it wasn't that nice either. ._. Then we went and walked around in search of something nice to eat, and we ended up at this restaurant that well, isn't *that* nice either, but I liked the dumplings there. Yummy.

Then the next morning, we had breakfast at the hotel. The miso soup was sour ._. But I drank it all the same. I could say the nicest thing there that morning was the cereal and the chicken sausages.

After that I was stuffed. And we waited for Joanne, YT's friend to come and bring us around. Joanne has shoulder length straight hair and I took a liking to her immediately after I got in the car. We went for the famous curry mee. Mind you, I had a shock when I discovered that they put blood into soup. To thicken it. Or something. Pig's blood, or chicken I'm not sure. But @@ Ugh!!

So I stressed no blood.

No. Blood.

It tasted slightly different. But I liked it. YUM!
After that was cendol.

AND OH! The first thing you wonder about Penang is;

Why are all the streeets One Way?

The answer came when I tried crossing the road.
Answer: If it were 2 ways, I'd probably die.

The roads are crazy! Cars just squeeze in any space they could find. And I had to hold Steph's hand each time I cross the road. *shudder* And the sun... oh the oh-so-very-hot-sun...

Actually the sun is hot everywhere, just that we don't have to walk that much when in our own residency. So yea. I had my umbrella. Blue with winnie the pooh patterns. And it broke. And I still had to use it even though it was broken. Quite embarrassing but hey I'd rather be embarrassed than grilled. =D

So back to the Cendol. There are lots and lots of people at the cendol shop. Like really, there's a crowd even standing outside the shop scooping their cendols into their mouths. I am personally not a fan of cendol but I like that cendol! @@ It was milky and yummy. And the ice melts down into your throat. Trickle. Aaaaah I'm like a satisfied kitty.

Ah and I think I have a new favourite drink. Barley sengkam ice. Barley with a tangy taste. Ooh!

Then we went to Queensbay Mall and the sun was hot. The palm tree wasn't covering us sufficiently so I had to run to a nearby shade which was a bus. High school students were getting off the bus and they gave me looks and I gave them looks.

In the end I couldn't take their looks, (many against one you know) and I trudged back to YT and Steph. Palm tree. I loitered around for an hour or so while they had their Thai massage. I don't think I'd fancy a massage. *gulp*

By the time Joanne came to pick us up, I was so drop dead tired. My backbone was aching. I slept in the car. I was exhausted. We were at Tambun when I woke up. And we had such a nice nice nice nice nice dinner. It was so fulfilling and oh I loved the fish! It was tangy too.

I think I certainly shocked Sam who didn't know about my eating capabilities. =D
The vegetable was so spicy I couldn't finish the bit I took. *cough* shove it unto *cough* the plate *cough cough* nobody saw it XD

Sam burped a lot.

A Lot.

So yea, the next day was church and I felt a bit sleepy in church. I always do. But at least I was conscious enough to hear him talking about termites. The worker termites actually die because when the queen died, they didn't have a purpose to live. They lived for their queen. How noble.

Then Sam was doing a fishing action, and I couldn't stand him being peevish. I mean he was cheeky but I always gave him that F3 look and just ignored him, but I smacked him on the shoulder when he did that. =__=

Cheeky.
Fella.

Then we met Joanne's church members, and Oh dear... I forgot her name, but she reminded me of Charmaine. I had a nice time talking to her. Then, we went back home. And that's about it.

Well, I was at YT's friend's house. Kazzy. I like Kazzy too. And her kitties. I like Invader. He's a Casanova Cat. Miao~

Well Happy New Year folks!

CG.

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 16:19:00 +0000

I've always wanted to write but I just didn't get around to it.

Firstly, I had a really really nice girl talk with Steph, YT and Hannah, at a Jap Restaurant. It wasn't a planned thing. More like an impromptu talk. So yea, I was stressed with exams back then, so it was really quite relieving to just gather and lament about things that are causing stress.

And we had our good laughs and everything just seemed much better. Of course their situations are worse than mine then. They were just over their limits. I'm glad we managed to let a bit of our stress out that day. It's really been so long since I had loads of fun having girl talk.

Recently I've been helping out Steph with her Fishbone program at her tuition centre. And I think I've just about found my new path of interest? Teaching. I've always put it away from my mind because I just shut out the idea. Because mom was a teacher. So if Accounts does not work out for me, I'd be taking up an English diploma. To teach foreign students or something.

The kids at the centre were fun. They were shy at first, but after that they gradually opened up and even laughed. Whether with or at me, I'm really not quite sure. It was a shy smile at first, but oh ho. I couldn't squeeze much talk out of the shy ones but I kept prodding. I think I like Mian Ying. She's sweet in her own way. Well, alright =/ She looks sweet. And her writing is the best out of the rest so far. But Suet gives me funny quirky ideas too.

As for marking their passages, I'm not sure how to mark... And I'm not even sure if my grammar is right. =/
But I tried my best and I had my fun. =)

But firstly, I just *have* to say... EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D

Yt told us that she got a job as a travelling writer. I am glad for her but I am also sad because she's leaving us, or at least won't be with us for quite as much anymore. I look to her as a peer and I've never thought of her as being in the other generation. We just remarked about how odd it is. And a friend of mine also told me today that she has a BF (Best Friend) that isn't very trustworthy at all. I shudder to think that I would have a best friend like that. A friend I can't trust with my BoyF because she'll be jealous and basically wanting him for herself? That's scary. =(

And I've also found out about a friend. Sadly, that friend isn't being very truthful. It pains me because the actions of this friend is causing another friend of mine pain. Actually, would cause pain if that friend found out that is. But I cannot help but feel angry and sad for that particular friend of mine. Why don't people be true to themselves and do the things that show them true but instead well... not? I just simply cannot imagine how one keeps things from another even when they've associated with each other for a long time.

._.

Well that's it for today.

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 01:31:00 +0000

It was nearly two months since I posted something. Shall I tell you about what happened to me for these 2 months or rather my feelings now?

I think, now.

I found out exam was next week. Bit of a shock for me because I thought I'd have more time to study. So here I am trying to calm myself through writing. I've refrained from writing for so long because there's just something vulnerable about writing how you felt. And I'd like to keep to myself for a bit.

But really, I was shocked I could numbly look at my books and papers in class. Class starts at 10 but I'm here early. Actually class starts at 10 but I thought it was 9.

So... calm my nerves...

Okay. That's it. No more games for me, all there is now for me and next week is benkyo benkyo benkyo.

Then I have to print some, attendance docket. Not entirely sure what was that.
Then my schedule was actually in the magazine which isn't delivered to me but to my brother instead. So, really, I'm clueless about what I'm supposed to do. What I'm supposed to have.

Relax. Don't panic.

No more games. I am constantly reminded by what he said (teacher). He said cannot last minute cram such things. I cannot help feeling ... I cannot help not having a deep interest... it was partially because really I'm clueless about whatever it is they teach. They teach well, it's just my fault. I feel @@ and huh..???

I was feeling really down becauuse of an email from an acquaintance. He is gay. I told him what I thought according to my beliefs, that it was wrong but yet to me he would still be my friend. I think he wanted me to say he was right. But I'm sorry. He said unkind things and truly I felt hurt because I really did want to help him. I wasn't judging him. I was just being honest. I am sorry that we could not be friends and that our diversity has created a rift between us.

About my past one, I think I've learnt to let go. I cried the other day after such a long time. And the thing is it came just suddenly. Like a wave hitting the beach without a sound. I think it means that my wall of numbness has gone away. I mean I was laughing and such before that. But now perhaps I am strong enough to face my own conflicts.

I think it is time to control and manage my time. Time management. I ran away from reality for quite some time now. Seeking comforts at the wrong place. I mean it's not wrong. I do feel conforted but I know that I cannot hide any longer. My reprieve is over. Time to get my life back on track.

I think I'll be working with Steph soon. Might be teaching primary school students with creative writing. Not quite sure if I could do it, but I'll try =)

Okay. Toodles. Time for class.

I'm still quite shaken by the fact that exam is so near and I'm such a screw up and failure for not even preparing for it. I knew it. I seen it coming. I am quite contradictory.

Though I beat myself up inside constantly bout not studying and stuff, yet... I do nothing about it. It is something that I have brought upon myself and I shall not lament upon it. All that is left to do is to be quiet and dilligently toil myself through studies 24/7. Well alright, 18/7.

Goodbye blog. Intensive studies starts from today.

Message about Abortion.

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Sun, 07 Oct 2007 22:17:00 +0000

Month 1
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound ofyour heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

Month 2
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.

Month 3
You know what Mommy, I'm a girl!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

Month 4
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of mytime exercising. I can turn my headand curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month 5
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not ababy. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?

Month 6
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless.Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!!

Month 7
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. he is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me, Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

I think this is quite touching. It was forwarded in friendster and all but I didn't like to post anything there.

The Closed Chapter.

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 05:48:00 +0000

Today is the 28th.

I stopped contacting Mark on the 20th.
He said he didn't contact joyce at all but he did.
He emailed her and bla bla bla...

Lies. And then he told me he didn't.

I called him just now to confront him and it was true. He admitted that he just sent a message to congratulate her.
Hello? It's still contacting. Lies. Lies. Excuses to cover up lies.
But nevertheless still a satisfactory explanation.

Then I asked, 'Did you tell her you like her?'
"Yes'
'Did you tell her you miss her?'
'Yes'
"Did you tell her you love her?'
'Yes'
Seriously... no more I should ask. He said he thinks I'm the catalyst of why he starts liking her again after the 20th.

After I didn't want to talk to him he said.
Hah. You know what's the reason we broke up? Because he's not ready to meet. Not fcking ready to meet. How long do I have to wait? Another 2 years? Then I said you're not ready to be with me, it's like you're not even ready for a commitment!
And then he says, fine maybe I shouldn't be with you then.

Seriously, this is all crap and bullshit. Relationships are not meant to be like that.
If that's how it is, so easily fragile and broken, then it's a really shallow relationship isn't it? An immature one.

Being with him was hard because it was like constantly being overshadowed by his ex.
And he didn't help in matters much also. Before this it was hard, I had a reason to be in insecurity all the time.

When I tried not to, things would always happen.

In the end, the ashes of my tears, are really of my own foolishness. Love is a game that's never fair.
I'm just foolish enough to believe he truly loved me.
'It's not you that pains me, it's yours lies.'
He said, 'Everybody says that.'

That's when I knew, I'm just one of the other girls. Just one of them. Played. Dealt. Move-aside-I'm-Done-With-You.

And now I'm crying. My heart hurts. Heh who doesn't.
Life's like that. I'm just sorry it lasted so long. But I am a persistent person. I suppose after this I can finally leave without regrets. Perhaps it is just something that I should learn. I mean during the long time span.

Nothing is bad about Mark. He's nice. It's just quite ethereal because we didn't meet like normal people. And there's also his past with his ex. Always there. He always does love her and it was hard. And also the issue of lies to cover it up. I'm sick and tired of the lies. I think this is for the better. It definitely is. I think.

'The 2nd shall replace the 1st.'
That's what God told me. Through YT. I think it's time to really believe in God and say no should any chance arise for some sort of reconciliation.

He's nice. Just his excess baggages. Everyone has it yet really, it's exhausting to tarry on with those baggages for 2 years plus. Really... isn't it time he or she moved on already?
So, to me, it's just not gonna work if it's gonna be like this, "online', and having this constant figure undermining me. Zilch. Nada. Not gonna work.

I feel sad. It could have been something very meaningful. And it was something that took so much of my heart... and I've no idea what hopes or dreams I had put into it, but... I just feel sad that it turned out like this.

One sentence. 'I should have known.'

I should have known he's gonna be a weirdo. I mean not meeting? Immature. How many real guys out there actually have this problem? Sucks. Totally sucks.
I should have known I'm in a relationship with his ex as well.
I should have known he's prone to cheating on me too. With his ex. It was really painful to read all he wrote to her for the entire period of which we were together. I might not want to admit it, but he was still in love with her all along.

I think that's about it. Other than that, he's Mr Perfect.
Oh and his ego. He's somewhat the dominant type.

I didn't regret his faults. Perhaps it's good lesson for me that I may know how to handle hardships in relationships in the future. Once bitten twice shy mar :)
One thing I know, I think I'm a pretty good gf. I mean I'm loving. Nice and warm :(
Funny. I'm always funny. I... think.

The things that I'm not are, gentle. Submissive. Emo (?? am I emo? ; eh it's one thing being emotional when you have the cause to be emotional but it's totally another thing if you're emotional with no cause at all).

Ah... I was feeling very crummy at first. I mean I was crying and heart was pain pain and all. But hey, after blogging it seems to be A Okay again =) I mean blogging really is a sort of therapy. Or is it? I mean it's just nice venting out.

Bee and Hermit.

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 12:57:00 +0000

Today I went out. To Sungai Wang. I now have to keep reminding myself that I shall not to go out again.

It took me 2 hours to get there. 2 hours to get back. Going isn't so bad. I could sit. But coming back? Wow.
My feet are achingly exhausted. My nerves in my feet are jumping and threathening to twist themselves any minute now.

Met a friend's brother. He is 10 years old, and he is such a cute little boy. Erm. Nothing much about my friend. He's 16 and it was okay. We didn't talk much. Was kinda weird. We mapled at the cybercafe. And, that's about it.

Rushed to my bath straight out and now I'm here. Clean and cosy like a cat.

There was so much travelling. o.o
First there was the bus, then there was the train, then there was the monorail. Then the same thing all over again.

One thing I learnt about today was that, erm. Normally when you see those 'pilak' people, you'd feel like you'd wanna move to one side? To avoid body contact. Shunt. Shunt. *shudder*

But today I saw one got up from his seat and gave his seat to the lady in the bus. He didn't look very educated but there was a pang inside. I didn't look at him the way I look at others anymore. The 'eyeing' look. I always eye suspicious people. It's to say, 'Hey you, I'm watchful about you. Don't you dare do anything hanky panky.'

Well. That's about it today.
And my legs feel so smooth. I used this Hair Removal Mousse by Veet. Hmm, very nice. Feels like silk. And I'm so thirsty today. I don't know why.

Things that have been bothering me.

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 04:06:00 +0000

I read something the other day. And it brought me down for a bit tho knowing that words on it were untrue. I feel a bit sad inside for she does not know what I truly feel, what I truly am. Words I couldn't say to defend myself. What is the point really.

Pride and Prejudice. If only I had more of this things would be easier for me. It would be so easy to see others in a lowly manner and just get along with life in your happy little way. Jealousy. Have I been jealous this time around? I don't think so. Maybe hurt yes. But not jealous. Sometimes you just don't have the capacity to be jealous anymore. When you learn to give up.

My last post was a last message. If one were to read properly, it's the words of a girl who says, 'You win.'
I don't understand why she has to bloody gloat. One wouldn't have to be suspicious if not given a reason to.

The one thing that really irks me for how untrue it is, is 'no confidence, no trust, no faith in herself.'
God.

This is one thing out of all the things that I have to stand up for. I have my confidence thank you very much. I trust myself too thank you very much. Faith. Hmm, faith that I could make it work were I with another. Yesh. That too. All of that I do have in myself. What I don't have is the confidence that things will work out. Will you if one that you've been with for so long loves his ex more than you? You wouldn't be so high and mighty as to say such things like that.

I am not here to dispute any longer. Tempting tho. To post this in my old public blog. But no. Memories of disputes are left to be gone. I like this blog. It's like a new beginning. Alas, little does she know I didn't take it into my own conclusion and make a fuss. One thing I can never stand to be is a conveyer belt girlfriend.

I'm so sorry but I cannot replace someone else.

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Speaking of something else. I have been mapling a lot. And I had this maple bf. For like 2 weeks. It was bad. He wanted it to be real life too. I couldn't. He's a nice guy. Really nice. But he has low self esteem. He doesn't understand that I can't because it's me, not him. He's not exactly that young, and so he thinks that's the factor and yadda yadda.

But yesterday I made it a point to him. That it's only in maple. He couldn't take it. I regret somewhat for not staying as friends because he's a really nice friend.

'i so want to hurt you badly.. but i also want you badly too.. goddamn you.'

This is real bad. I mean. Sudahlah I have enough crap going on, I suddenly have someone hating me. He kept saying why I wouldn't give him a chance or what. But that's not the point. I mean the point is, is that I just don't have the capacity to anymore. I mean not anymore. But just not now. And certainly not internet ones. I mean there is nothing oh so great about me. I'm just an average girl. I'm really sorry really.

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Everytime I look at my ex's picture, I'm always reminded by the fact. The sentence that kept repeating in my head. 'I really love you Joyce. I like my ex, but I love you.' That's the killer. Everytime I look at it, I'm reminded by this fact.

But apart from all that, I know that deep down inside God has prepared someone just for me.

Confirmation.

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 06:26:00 +0000

Since I've been working at a lab, I met this guy. His name is erm, TH.

TH is slightly plump. Rounded, a boyish kind of guy. Cute perhaps.
I could feel like there were special sentiments exuding from him but I've always tried to shrug it away.

Then, my cold shoulder treatments doesn't seem to hit him. I mean it doesn't deter him from asking me questions anyway.

Innocent little questions.
At first I was warm and friendly but I have no idea why I started inching away. I mean. I didn't want that kind of attention. I mean, I've always tried to deny that he would prolly have any feelings for me.
I guess I didn't want to erm, make things erm bad for him.

But I would always get irritated when he talked to me. Bad. But I got irritated.

Cos I just wanted him to stop.
So anyways.

Today my colleague talked about him again. Then I told him, 'I don't think TH likes me.'
Then he said, 'Hahaha he does! He really does. I'm serious. He has a bit of feeling for you.'

Well. OOookay. I can't deny it no more. My intuition has been blaring loudly since... since ever.
So I thought about it. And I said, 'But I don't have any feelings for him.'

Hoping that above said words would reach him somehow.
So please. Above-words, please reach TH.

I guess sometimes things like these freak me. I mean it's a different thing if I knew you very well and then I realised from a third party or something that you have some kind of feelings towards me. But nooooo I barely even know you. I mean I don't even talk to you. That's the thing you know.

I guess, (based on analysing my past erm, freakedoutness) that's prolly why. I mean cause the guys that I'm freaked out at, doesn't even know me. I mean I don't even talk to them much. Yeah. I guess that's why. Else I'd find it easy to erm, put them down gently or somewhat.

Hmm. Meow. That's it for today.

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 07:10:00 +0000

Hmm, today I didn't sleep.

Jai Harpalani. This is the name of the Indian guy I think that said, 'Do well,' to me.

I mean. Of all things. 'Do well.'

=.=
I don't know why I remember another encounter with him. It was when I nearly knocked into him with an umbrella. And he said another weird comment. He said, "Take care.' Not like Oh be careful. But like, take care of yourself. HUH?!

Well, maybe I know why. Maybe he looks quite okay. But whatever I don't think I'm liking him. I think he's my height. HAHA.

Recently in Maple, I met a guy called Quill. He's Javanese and he seems kinda nice. He's been in the same shit like I did. Only his was prolly worse as she sort of use him. I could somehow relate to him. I feel that I care for this persona of his and well... ahem.
And recently my ex called. I'm in a dilemma of whether should I get on with my life or give us another chance.

He said some things to his ex that totally isn't fair to me. That really hurts me and I think I don't deserve shits like that. I really don't. I mean, I just wish to not be hurt. That's all.

Two days ago I went to the open cinema with a friendand it was fun. We watched The Devil Wears Prada and Littleman. Haha. I love TDWP. I've watched it 3 times already. Thank God he found this piece of wood or we'd be wetting our butts. He has extra tickets.

The only bad thing is that our butts were sore a while later.

I've never been out with a guy like that before. I mean it was perfectly friendly and he was perfectly amiable. A gentleman AND a friend. I mean, cause guys that I went out with as friends made me feel somewhat disgusted. Oh wait. I do have another friend. But with him it was like brotherly sort of thing. Also awkward at the same time because he wasn't really very er... well, we had stuff to talk about but didn't really really click. Hmm.

Moo.

Oh. And when I wanted to get that HarryPotter book just now the girl told me that it's sold out. I mean before that I booked a book that day! And it was the last one and the other day when I went to get it the girl told me her boss asked her to sell it to another customer though I already booked it! Sooo okay... I'm okie but until today when I'm supposed to get it. UGH. Then she calls me and tells me it's out. But I'm okie with that if only she didn't say her boss told her it's like... out. Like her boss isn't going to get more.

Oh. I got so agitated that I told her that they promised me. And that she had better ask her boss. In a im-very-annoyed-sort-of-way.

Ugh. So that's my day.

Name Found!

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Mon, 16 Jul 2007 07:58:00 +0000

I finally found out what's the mysterious guy with the accent's name!

The one I was in the lift with! Hehe! Weirdly he always wears the same clothes. They don't seem overworn... Black top. Cargo pants.

His name is ~~Francis Siah~~.

AHAHA ~~Boon Hock~~. Mmm Oops this is supposed to be annonymous.

Haha. His id is 10590 weu weu. He came to take his paper.

Darn. I forgot to check what course he is in. UGH.

*bangs head to wall*

Bird.

noreply@blogger.com (Tom Yam Girl) — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 11:27:00 +0000

Is saying goodbye one of the hardest thing to do?

Or is making the decision to let someone go harder?
And pushing them towards it...

Does letting someone go actually means loving one?

We are selfish.
It is a well known fact.
Not everyone can be so generous as to put others wishes before ours.
It is always what we want.
Particularly when that person is quite close to us.

But will you let something go if it cannot be retrieved again?
If it's for the sake of the bird? So that it may soar up high in the sky?
In the heavens while carrying your hopes and wants?

I have been selfish all these while.

I decide to be selfish no longer.