tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32238425329976537432024-02-22T07:18:27.964-08:00Lost in ThoughtsC LeaH's BlogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-43717448501318319742017-02-03T10:36:00.001-08:002017-02-03T10:36:53.538-08:00The cycle never endsIts 2.18am right now as I am typing this on my phone, crying. Feeling really neglected by the one I thought to be closest to me. I remember when I talked about being chosen over, or not being preferred when given the choice, and also being forgotten. Funny how life keeps repeating the scenario over and over again even though I tried so hard to stand out, I guess you can't please everyone. <div>
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It's Chinese New Year and I'm back for 3 weeks in my home town Penang. I was really happy being back with my family after what seems to be a long time. I finally got to rest after working hard to finish off projects before Chinese New Year. I was looking forward to coming back, but I wasn't so keen on leaving my boyfriend in Singapore for 3 weeks. </div>
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We basically did our own thing almost everyday and only texted each other good morning and good night and our plans for the next day. Nothing about how our days went and so on. I got so used to being alone now that it felt as if I was back to being single, only I wasn't.</div>
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I told him how I feel neglected and wanted him to spend some time talking to me, only to be told that I should go watch a movie or play a game to entertain myself, while he played his game. He likes his personal space, so much that he wouldn't change his lifestyle for anyone, especially me. </div>
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Question now is, I've already given him so much personal space, would it hurt to give some time for me? I'm not asking for 2 hours a day. I'm asking for 2 hours in 2 weeks. Still he would say he's tired and has to wake up in the morning for work. I understand that he has work but that's never stopped him from playing his computer games till 2am in the morning. The things he would do for his computer games, he wouldn't do for me. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-12876880638264499862016-07-13T21:08:00.003-07:002016-07-13T21:08:43.120-07:00I will be OK!Sales haven't been well for me in 2016. Not that I was doing anything wrong, but that clients are getting pickier and pickier. It might have something to do with them having a lot of options and that some people out there are spoiling markets.<div>
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This has lead me to becoming depress over the past month and since I don't earn anything if I don't have any sales. </div>
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I'd prepare quotations and sketches for the client and give them my ideas, they didn't even have to pay for anything before they commit. Thus, wasting my time and effort if I don't get their project.</div>
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I have been so depress and the thought of quitting kept coming to me. </div>
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Am I doing it wrong? Am I really not that good? Am I not worth it?</div>
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I would hide in a corner and cry. Faking a smile as I try not to tear up. I would consult my boyfriend about it and he would remind me not to give up.</div>
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My colleagues would tell me that its normal and that it will pass.</div>
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The thing is, I can't afford to quit now.</div>
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I watched a lot of videos and read articles about self worth and came to a conclusion:</div>
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I can NOT give up now.</div>
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It may be difficult now, but I will get pass this and make a name for myself!</div>
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It won't last forever and I will be waiting for the rainbow after the bad storm.</div>
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Tell yourself: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-2324301435670761532016-06-30T00:10:00.001-07:002016-06-30T00:10:53.536-07:00Depression ThoughtsI have recently resigned from the company I first joined when I came to Singapore. Reason? One might think that it's a childish reason, but I feel that being disregarded, or ' Accidentally Forgotten' is a good enough reason for me to leave.<br />
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Perhaps I was being over sensitive, some would say 'the boss has the right to do whatever he wants'. When I asked why I wasn't chosen, he simply said that he had honestly forgotten, not on purpose! But HAVE REALLY FORGOTTEN!<br />
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Honestly, EVEN SO, it would have meant that in future preferences, I wouldn't even have the slightest chance of a promotion or a raise, as he wouldn't even have me in his mind that I deserve it or not! He would simply have given the opportunity to someone else HE REMEMBERS!<br />
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It wasn't the first time I let myself be 'forgotten' or 'disregarded'. When I was in high school, I had told my neighbor that I needed a ride to school with her, which, of course, she had forgotten, and had left without me. Oh it did not just happened once. There were times when I would have to remind her multiple times just so she would remember. And NO, she does NOT have a memory problem, I simply wasn't worthy of her to regard. She didn't care about me, I simply wasn't important to her.<br />
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And my ex, whom after going on a church mission, meeting another girl whom he deems more worthy than his girlfriend of 2 years and who's waiting at home for him. Might I add, when we broke up, I told him that I still wanted to be with him, and he told me that he wants to focus on his mission, yet, 2 weeks later, he's in a relationship with that other girl? <i>During</i> his mission? Wow, he must be <i>really</i> focusing on his mission. BTW, he's a Mormon, and the girl was his investigator, now that he's back from his mission, they've been on and off ever since. Now they're 'officially' off. <i>Or are they?</i><br />
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And my other ex, who can't seem to take his mind off <i>his</i> ex while we're dating. Comparing me to her every chance he has, like, 'you have nice pupils, but she has nice eyes. The shape of her eyes and everything.' I'm not making this up. When I asked him if a certain girl is pretty, (who's a really pretty blogger with thousands of fans) 'No way, my ex is way prettier. Right? *asked his friend, which his friends disagrees with him*' No joke. He was still in contact with his ex even when we were dating, and refused to stop talking to her when I told him I wasn't comfortable. I went mental. Became really insecure and clingy. So he broke up with me because he felt that he wasn't ready. He did go back to his ex a year after he broke up with me. So what does that make me? Just an irrelevant side character in a story for the main character to realize who he's in love with all this while? That really damaged me.<br />
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And when I was a kid, I was always looked down upon by teachers. For instance, when I was 8, we were lined up to do some math questions in class. Surprisingly, I understood the equation, but the boy in front of me didn't. He was asked a question and unable to answer, to which the teacher shamed him by saying he's stupid. She then saw that I was up next, and proceeded to say 'Hah! Another stupid one!'. But I proceeded to answer the math question with ease. She was surprise that I did it right but said nothing. Am I really unworthy of a compliment?<br />
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The list goes on and on. I have no one to blame but myself. Why did I always let myself be the side character who always gets forgotten or taken advantage of? Am I not pretty enough? Am I not smart enough? Am I not important? Should I even bother? I know people will say 'don't care about those who doesn't matter' or something like that. But considering these feelings started since I was too young to remember, I sometimes wonder if I suffer from depression. When will I be the main character of the story? When will I be someone who matters? When will I the chosen one? When will I be worthy of being remembered?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-8711778147057408112015-10-23T21:04:00.002-07:002015-10-23T21:04:59.638-07:00The Client who will never be satisfied. Unreasonable client part 2.Back to the story of how that old uncle have caused me mental stress. Read <a href="http://ceeleah.blogspot.sg/2015/05/unreasonable-client.html">here</a> for part 1.<br />
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After many arguments and misunderstandings, I have finally called it quits and had passed over to my boss to handle this old man. I told the uncle that no matter what I do, it never satisfies him and that I can not take it anymore. My boss tried to comfort me telling me that if I had a little more patience, that this type of client can easily settle. Which, is later, proven to be sooooooooo wrong.<br />
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The project started on Early March 2015, and I handed over the project to my boss on 25th April 2015. By 23rd October 2015, which, even though we have completed the final touch ups, he refuses to give the final balance payment, which is $2000. Note, even my BOSS, can NOT stand him.<br />
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To date, he has made $13K changes to the original contract and he is still not satisfied! Whenever we did our part, which is touching up all the defects that he has listed out, he would thank us and said we did a good job, a week later, he would add in more things for us to 'touch up', things like: the cabinet I want to add a compartment, (which we cannot do so unless we take down the entire wardrobe, which costs a lot of money that he refuse to pay for). We have explained to him that it cannot be done, and at first he would say he is ok with it, 2 days later he would call and say that he is not happy that it can't be done and demanded that we do it. LIKE SERIOUSLY?<br />
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UNCLE, you think so easy to do? You think you like this say then it can magically be done?!<br />
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Is it a mental illness?? I receive calls from my suppliers, who have had to deal with him, call me asking me if this uncle is mentally stable. Note, they have only spoken to him once or twice, only on phone, never in person, and they can already sense his instability.<br />
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Let me tell you a bit more about this uncle, from the stories that he had bragged to me about:<br />
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He is a Christian, he has 2 daughters, a corporate lawyer married to a judge, and an English teacher, (I have met 1, she is a very lovely and sweet lady.) His wife, coincidentally, has the same surname as me, that's what got them to notice me in the first place.<br />
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He told me how he ratted out a bunch of kids to their parents and how they used to take shit and place it in his front door. How his aircond guy told him "I don't want to do your business anymore." And showing me messages he sent to his friend, inviting that friend out, and his friend (obviously) refusing to meet up with him. Those should have been HUGE red flags!!!!<br />
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I have told my boss multiple times that this uncle really too over the top, taking our services for granted and would not pay. My boss would tell me the way I am thinking is wrong and that this type of client can be settled easily. Well that proofed him wrong, since my boss took over the project, I spoke little to nothing at all to the old man, what I would do is just follow my boss' instructions to arrange for when my workers should go, my boss is the one who would communicate with him. My boss is a very humble man, very patient and very calm, he would not be pissed off easily and his motto is, 'Anything that can be settled by money is not a problem.'<br />
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After my boss took over, the touch up period lasted for nearly 6 months. Within those 6 months, we have rescheduled multiple times because he would tell us to come between 11am-2pm, but would text at 11.40am telling us to tell the workers to come before 12pm because he wants to go out at 12pm. HOW?!??!?! It is NOT how things works!!!!<br />
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He would tell us that he wanted to adjust some things and I would arrange my workers to go, they would reach there and he would tell them that there is nothing to be done, and would not let my workers in. THEN my confused workers would leave the site, with nothing done. Thinking that he changed his mind about the adjustments that he wanted to make, I would just let it go. BUT HE WOULD CALL AGAIN AFTER A FEW DAYS TELLING ME HE STILL WANTS THE ADJUSTMENTS!!!!!!! UNCLE!!! DO YOU HAVE SPLIT PERSONALITY???? I went crazy.<br />
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He wanted to change the door hinges to gold hinges, but when my workers went there, they said they have to take down the whole door to change the hinges, so we could adjust the door for it to align properly, note that we are <u>not</u> charging him extra, he went berserk. Telling my workers not to touch anything and sent them home. Then again, they went back without doing anything. (Different group of workers) Few days later, he would tell my boss that we did NOT change the door hinges for him yet, and demanded we make the changes otherwise he wouldn't pay the final balance. ($2000) Now it's my turn to be berserk.<br />
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In the end, after all that trouble, after 6 MONTHS of TOUCH UPS, he STILL refused to pay for the final balance. My boss tried to talk to him, instead, he yelled at my boss, saying we didn't do a good job, and that he would NOT pay for the final balance. I kept telling my boss, 'SEEEE????!!!! I TOLD YOU THIS UNCLE CANNOT GIVE FACE!'<br />
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People nowadays are afraid of people cheating their money, but sometimes it's the service people who are cheated by clients who wouldn't pay after service. The uncle really ended up not paying and we have to absorb the final $2000 balance because of his selfish act. 6 Months of torture and for what? NOTHING.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-62379450974175216362015-05-07T21:04:00.003-07:002015-05-07T21:04:55.741-07:00Unappreciative ClientsI'll get straight to the point.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-20579232484535063532015-05-06T05:16:00.001-07:002015-05-06T05:16:46.833-07:00Unreasonable ClientI've been working as a Sales Interior Designer in Singapore for a full year now, so, I, like many other colleagues of mine, have receive a fair share of<strike> shitty</strike> unreasonable clients.<br />
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I have no basic pay, no transport claims from the company, and no working schedule.<br />
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I earn what I put effort into, so as what us Chinese like to say: "一分钱一分货 " meaning, you pay for what you get, in a metaphorical way, it means I get what I work for. So, you can assume that it must have been a very risky job, knowing that it's unstable, that if I do not have clients, then I wouldn't have income. That is probably why no one ever stays long in this job, because we all want stability.<br />
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I'll have to admit, for the first 10 months, I was completely broke. I have a bit of an income from a few small projects, but it's barely enough to keep me through. I had to borrow money from the firm to pay off my house rental fees because I didn't even have spare money. But once some of my bigger projects started, I started earning enough, then I was able to pay off all the money I owed.<br />
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Basically what I do is, at least once a month, Singapore Expo would host a Home Reno expo, which, many ID firms as well as furniture stores would sign up and hope to meet potential clients, much like PC Fairs. So, we, as the sales interior designer, would then approach potential clients and try our best to win their projects, if not, then take them as potential leads to follower up afterwards. So, when I do have clients, I'll go through the progress of space planning and designing for them, I'll propose ideas, come up with sketches and suggestions, mood boards, colours and laminates, and all in all, still come up with a quotation that will hopefully not burn a hole in their wallet. Let me list it down so you wouldn't get confused:<br />
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Do note the time of the message. I was asleep! And his message woke me up! I couldn't get back to sleep after that! His daughter and wife both apologized for his behavior and told me to shut my whatsapp notification off when I go to sleep, which I did not at first, but this was not the last time he texted me in the middle of the night. He did so a few more times, and I eventually shut to notifications off.</div>
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As for the delay? His hacking permit was rejected by HDB, how could we have predicted that? How unlucky can this guy be? VERY unlucky apparently. For one, we applied for the hacking permit, based on HIS space planning (his mind was made up.) and got rejected, because apparently it was a concrete wall. So we had to get a Professional engineer's approval before we're able to reapply. So, we did, and more than 7 days passed yet, no news. He was furious! Of course he was! Nothing was going according to his plan! But eventually he went to HDB himself and we made a few calls and finally got the approval.</div>
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How could someone be that unlucky? He kept bragging about how he always helped people and now he's blessed with a good wife and great daughters, but how come whatever he chooses, seemed to be out of stock??? It was the first ever case that I have met which the items the client chooses is out of stock 3 times in a roll!</div>
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Oh for God's sake!!!!! We were so close to finishing the project!! SO CLOSE!!!!! Why??? WHY is this happening? Is the house cursed? Or is this man just purely unlucky? Or is it ME whose unlucky for meeting this particular client? My job is hard enough! Not to mention, I'm not only dealing with his project, I'm also dealing with 5 other on going projects!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-52737975710074144652015-01-31T09:51:00.001-08:002015-01-31T09:51:30.227-08:00Hamster on the runOn December 19th 2014, me and my Boyfriend got ourselves a pet hamster. It's suppose to be a Christmas present to ourselves so we wouldn't have to buy each other presents, since it's our first Christmas together.<br />
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Since my boyfriend left the naming to me, I chose 'Popcorn'! Because when me and my boyfriend first went out(as friends), we went for a movie and he noticed that I consume popcorns faster than I drink water, so he would joke about how I love to eat popcorn and would say "Nah, your favorite, popcorn!" That's why I feel that it's a really suitable name for our little hamster~ It represents us!<br />
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We bought a tank for $65 and all of the accessories suitable for a healthy hamster, also thanks to my boyfriend's friend, who helped us by giving us advice on hamster care.<br />
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We were really excited when we got Popcorn! She was born on November 27th, she's a soft hair female Syrian hamster, with beige-brown fur and a cute little tail. She was a shy hamster, it took us almost a month for her to get comfortable for us to touch her! Even then, she would still run or get frighten.<br />
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We put her in my boyfriend's room, since I wasn't allowed to keep any pets in my hostel. So I only got to see her when I came over to my boyfriend's house.<br />
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Although she is very misbehaved and curious, we still love her. Besides, we got some pretty adorable photos of her! She's quite the drama.<br />
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On January 13th, my boyfriend went to Hong Kong with his family, so, with no one taking care of her, we let Popcorn stay in my house, with my landlord's permission too of course!<br />
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Every night, I'd spend 30 mins playing with her, and since she was still not comfortable with playing with us humans, I learn online on how to tame our hamster. Day by day, she got used to my touch more and more, and at the end of the day, she finally dares to climb up on my hand! I was so happy! It was a major milestone!<br />
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I would tell my boyfriend of the progress I had with Popcorn and he would be surprise as well!<br />
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After my boyfriend came back from Hong Kong, he let Popcorn stay with me for a few more days since we didn't have the time to move all her things to his house, and the tank was quite heavy!<br />
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On that same week, I was at my boyfriend's house, and I received a call from my housemate telling me that my Popcorn is missing! At first I taught she was joking, but then she said she was not, and she said tried looking around the house but the were no signs of her at all! Worried, I couldn't do anything. When me and my boyfriend got back to my house, we tried looking for her, nothing. We even searched online on tutorials of how to find our lost hamster. Still, nothing.<br />
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Finally, after a week, we gave up hope of ever finding her. We thought that she's either been kidnapped, or that she has escaped through a sewage pipe underneath the kitchen cabinet. Up to this day, she was no where to be seen. Not even any sign of her poop or pee.<br />
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At the mid of November last year, I was browsing on my Facebook as usual and stumbled upon ads of Skinny Mint Teatox. I thought that it was just another fake ad so I just brushed it off. It wasn't until I saw one of my popular friends from college posting and promoting skinny mint as well that I started to believe that the ad was more than just an ad.<br />
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Ever since I came to Singapore, I've gained quite a lot of weight. From an unhealthy under-weight skinny little shortie of 40kg, I escalated to 44kg due to me starting to eat regularly. All's well until my boyfriend, at that time we were still just friends, took me to Taiwan with his buddies and their girlfriends/wife and we feast like there's no tomorrow almost everyday! Believe me, there is not a moment where I feel hungry when we were at Taiwan. So, maybe my digestive system isn't as good as theirs, but eventually over the course of just 4 days, my weight escalated to 46.8kg! Not just that, everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, immediately notice the weight I've gained! My belly started showing when I'm wearing one of my tighter clothes, sleeveless dresses started becoming less of an option because of my now chubby arm, needless to say I gained a noticeably amount of fat!<br />
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Colleagues and my bosses would joke saying how I've “发福” because my boyfriend has been treating me so good and taking me out to nice dinners. It was nice to get the attention and all, but when your mum started telling you to control your diet, you KNOW you need to do something.<br />
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So I started my Skinny Mint journey on the 1st of January of 2015.<br />
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After trying the Morning tea, just like what everyone's been saying, it smelt good and tasted alright, it's tea, you get the point! But from what many have claimed about the morning boost they get (from the caffeine I presume), I didn't have any. Some said that they got more boost from their daily dose of coffee, and that the Morning tea did not live up to what it has claimed, but as I do not drink coffee at all, I didn't notice much difference every morning.<br />
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For my diet-wise, I did minimal exercises and ate quite a lot because of the many celebration feasts that I was invited to. So, of course I would think that I wouldn't see any results!<br />
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I checked my weight and I got 45.6kg, not much, but not bad.<br />
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I do still get bloats on my tummy but it would not be as big as before. Although the price for the Skinny Mint teatox is a bit high, at least I got the best out of it rather than nothing at all!<br />
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My ideal weight is to go back to my 42kg self, but in a much healthier way! I'm not there yet, but I'm that much closer.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-71063103524315177422015-01-10T21:11:00.001-08:002015-01-10T21:11:09.937-08:00Love of My LifeWith all the 'drama' going on for the past year and a half, it has caused great pain and damage to my mentality and personality. Everything changed after he left for his 'mission' to serve God. What I thought was unbreakable and everlasting has ended so suddenly. <div>
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A few days ago, I learnt something new about him while he's on his mission. You see, all this while, I kept thinking of how much of an asshole he really is, having a new girlfriend during his mission while he specifically told me, on the day that we broke up, that he wanted to 'focus' on his mission and doesn't want a relationship. You see, I thought that was it, I asked about it to him before, whether they text or anything, but nope, he told me that all they did was email. So, without any proof, I can't do anything or say anything. </div>
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But now, I do have proof that he was secretly texting with his own phone number during his 'mission'. That had set my disappointment in him <b><span style="font-size: x-large;">wayyyyyyyy</span></b> up!</div>
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You may say that I'm just a bitter ex, Yup, I have to admit it, I am! All this negativity in me happened ever since he left for his mission, and to find out much later that he has been flirting with other girls DURING his mission? Won't you feel betrayed? All that trust you put into him, worth nothing.</div>
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I was upset, I was really really upset. I told my current boyfriend about this discovery and how angry and betrayed I feel even though I have no feelings for him anymore. My boyfriend, very understandingly, told me this 1 sentence that made me feel better: "Shouldn't you feel relieved that he's out of your life?"</div>
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That's is why my boyfriend's the love of my life. <3 <3 <3</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-63155345150878365902014-12-19T09:00:00.004-08:002015-05-21T20:50:19.544-07:00Being too NeedyI've had my fair share of being in a relationship and being the needy girlfriend. Don't you just hate it when he doesn't reply your text or when he doesn't tell you exactly where he is or what he's doing? To that person, what's the big deal? He/she was busy and didn't have time to reply your text, but for you, you're feeling so down and thinking are you not important enough for him/her to take a few seconds off to reply you? Or at least tell you that he/she's busy?<br />
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Sooner or later, fights occur and what do you know, he/she will tell you that they needed space or that he/she's not ready for a relationship.<br />
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You're world will then crumble down and it will shock you as you've given them so much of your love, only to be rejected.<br />
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From experiences from my friend and myself, I know that being needy is a turn off. And knowing all my bad habits and attitudes are the only things that are holding me back, I told myself that I must change, it is all for the better and the sake of my future. You gotta learn from your mistakes right?</div>
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A lot of people have the habit of saying "I've changed, I've learnt my lesson! Just give me a chance!" when they're trying to get their boyfriends/girlfriends back. But when you beg them to take you back by saying you've changed, it actually backfires on you because it only reflects on how needy you are of them to the point of pretending to change just to get them back. So of course they're not convinced!<br />
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Pretending to change and actually changing are both very different things! I had to learn that the hard way! You don't change overnight! No one changes overnight. The only reason why they<br />
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You're practically scaring them away! So how can you suddenly care for that person so much, and then just totally be ok with not caring the next day? You can't! It takes lots of lonely nights filled with tears and a few heartaches to finally not give a shit! To feel that you've had enough! And by the time that you find yourself finally changed, you'll find yourself better off without them! That you can actually focus on yourself rather than them!<br />
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It doesn't mean you've completely moved on from them, it just means that you will survive with or without them in your life! You don't have to get rid of them completely, you just need to have time to yourself without them. Even though it's not healthy to keep contact with them, as it'll only make the healing process slower, it doesn't mean that it's not possible. </div>
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After I started working and have lots of time to myself, I started to realize that there are so many things that I wanted to do and learn that I was too out of focus to realize in the past! Knowing that I have better things go do than to worry about why he/she did not reply my text and making myself go crazy. I'm not saying that I've completely changed, just that I've improved to be less needy than I was before. And let me tell you, the road was not easy AT ALL.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-85989734717266809522014-12-12T09:17:00.000-08:002014-12-12T09:17:04.173-08:00Ignorant is a BlissGrowing up and coming out to the work force really opened up my eyes on something:<div>
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Not that you shouldn't care about everything, care for your family, care for your friends, care for yourself. Care for something that really matters. Something that will should not bring you down.</div>
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For instance, if you ever found out that a certain person dislikes you, why bring yourself down and bummed yourself out? It's not really your fault, you're just being you, why should you be so unhappy just because that person doesn't like you? What's so special about <i>that</i> person?</div>
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Working as a sales designer really changed my perspective on a lot of things. You see, every time my company participate in a Home Reno expo, we, the sales designer, have to go talk to random clients who may appear interested. Sure, you'll be going around asking people 'Sir, looking for ID to renovate your house?' And sometimes you may even mess up your line! Or worse, if they really gave you a chance to sit down with them and talk, you may freak out and say the wrong things! Yeah, that might cause you a potential client, but you don't have to bum yourself out because of that! Think of it this way, you'll never have to see that person ever again! </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-81733847913054943192014-12-03T02:40:00.002-08:002014-12-03T02:40:32.495-08:00Happy GraduationAfter 3 years of assignment, group works and college life, I'm happy to say that, finally, I've graduated. <i>Yeesh!</i><br />
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On that very day, we all gathered at the hall as our parents waited in the convention center in their seats. Most of us, working at Singapore, met our classmates for the first time after the last day of class. Which, in my case, was a bit awkward as our class has had some minor <strike>and childish </strike>disagreements and misunderstandings which split us into 2 groups. But, all in all, we greeted each other normally, putting the past behind us. <span style="font-size: x-small;">Pffftttt....We're grown ups now, right? </span><br />
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One by one of us went up stage, took our fake diploma, and had our photo taken with Dr. Eric Leong, the Principal of The One Academy Penang, and also the Head of ID department in The One Academy.<br />
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Seeing all my friends, especially those in other majors, is quite refreshing. It made me miss the days where I get to see them all the time. But we don't have to keep it like that right? We can still contact each other even when we're not in Penang. Not to mention, most of TOAP students have come to Singapore to work, so, <i>Everything is Awesome~</i> (Note: imagine the Legos singing it)<br />
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Happy Graduation! :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-28166180547588856812014-10-24T05:18:00.001-07:002014-10-24T05:18:45.477-07:00Doing things the Elle Woods wayEver since graduating from college and moving to Singapore, I've come out of my sheltered little bubble into this whole new world full of responsibility and reality. Yeah, sure, it's fun that I have the freedom to do what I want, but is it, really?<br />
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If you know me, you'll know that I'm a fan of Elle Woods from Legally Blonde. The ambitious and cheerful blonde, whom no one takes seriously and will look down on her. Despite being looked down upon and being make fun of, Elle Woods will get back up her feet and do things the Elle Woods way. Now, I know that reality is not as simple as how the comedy movie portray it out to be, but after coming out to the 'real world,' I realized that everything in this world comes down to politics.<br />
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In the real world, hard work does not guarantee a promotion or a raise. You need luck, charisma, and maybe even a little politics to get what you want. I learnt that while I was working as a sales-interior designer. No matter how well you do in high school or college, you aint' learnt nothin' till you started working for real.<br />
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I was out of my bubble, and everything was so new to me. My seniors would tell me that I'm too naive, that what I see is not that simple. That made me sad, and doubt who I can or can't trust. It made me feel like crawling back into my bubble, and be sheltered from the lies and betrayal. But I can't. I have to be strong and face reality.<br />
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If someone hates you, it doesn't mean you should hate them back. Why hold the hate and let yourself drown into society? If that person wants to hate, then let them be. As long as they're not bothering you, you have nothing against them. Why not just do your own thing and be happy at what you're doing? Like Elle Woods, so many people in film started out not liking her and treating her like she's a fool, at some point they tried to humiliate her. But did she let them get the best at her? NO! She treated them nice and handled the situation like a boss!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-56544962792761417352014-05-13T20:52:00.000-07:002014-05-13T20:52:13.338-07:00SingaporeThe day has finally arrived where my college life is over. I never thought that this day would come, but it has. Now I'm in Singapore working on my internship. What's great about it is that I'm not alone, a few of my friends are with me, which is really lucky of me. <div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-74884424117911406582014-01-12T06:34:00.000-08:002014-01-12T06:34:09.864-08:00Don't careI wish I could not give a shit about him. Whenever he text or contacts me, I would get pissed off whenever that snake comes into topic. Now, I don't care that he's already in a relationship with her, but what pisses me off is that he has the nerve to do it during his Mormon mission and right after telling me that he can't have a relationship and he wants to 'focus' on serving God.<br />
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I don't know why I still get mad, but I do. It's not like I want a relationship with him, hell no! A man who can't be faithful for less than 4 months? Who would want that? What pisses me off is that he's out there telling people of all the good things he did, but no one knows all the actual bullshit that he does!<br />
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You said you like her because she believed that what you taught is true and easily understands about the gospel. Well, fuck you. Does it mean that a person has to change their belief to be with you? It meant that she doesn't have her own freaking thinking? Can't a girl have her own opinions? That as long as she follows what you say, you will choose her? Then you're not worth it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-7865316726208277272013-12-25T17:48:00.002-08:002013-12-28T19:22:21.721-08:00Christmas 2013This year will be my first year celebrating Christmas single after what seems like an eternity. It struck me harder than I imagine and I honestly didn't look forward to it at all. I didn't want any Christmas presents or anything at all, all I want for Christmas is him. I couldn't stop thinking about him as the day approached. Not being able to spend Christmas with him is bad enough, but I had to spend Christmas myself and heartbroken.<br />
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My relatives had always organized a Christmas barbecue on Christmas eve every year, and this year my mum told me and my sister to invite our friends to attend, which meant that I couldn't even spend time with my sister! My parents would be having their friends over too so that really meant that I would really spend Christmas alone! I didn't invite any friends because I didn't think that anyone would come, I thought that everyone would be out celebrating.<br />
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A few hours before the party, I was asking a friend for some stuff and he mentioned that he was not going to celebrate Christmas too. So I jokingly invited him, not expecting him to come at all, but shockingly he was ok with it and asked me to call up more friends to come. So I did, but still not trying to get my hopes up, I didn't think much of it. So I called up a few of my friends and oddly one by one of them are free! I must admit that I didn't expect them to come, or would ditch at the last minute, but they came! I ended up gathering 6 people at the last minute! It made me realized that, I'm not alone! There's so many people out there who has the same, or worse, problems, as me and that all I had to do, is to be the one to do something about it to turn the night around!<br />
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I ended up having an awesome night with them and also the first Christmas where I went to a crowded area on a holiday!<br />
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Moral of the story is, if you don't feel happy about something, then do something about it!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-1940290649948517352013-12-22T18:26:00.004-08:002013-12-28T19:25:07.431-08:00NothingWhenever I'm down, I listen to The Script's Nothing. Somehow I feel that this song reflects what I'm going through and how I feel.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-47546534079885580602013-12-14T18:35:00.002-08:002013-12-28T19:26:50.387-08:00Self-Respect and ValueWhy do we only appreciate the ones who makes no effort to be with us, yet, take the people who is dying to be with you for granted?<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-69611618956854666262013-10-10T07:44:00.003-07:002013-10-10T07:44:35.695-07:00Keep calm and move onA lot has happened since the last post, I have to admit, I let myself go by not paying attention in class and slipping away in depression. I cried everyday and whenever people talk about this issue to me. It was at one point when I would rather sleep than do my assignments (that was due the next day) because dreams are better than reality. My friends had noticed and tried to cheer me up, but I can't help it.<br />
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Then one day I was so depressed that I asked the elders to give me a blessing, and they did. And on that night, I had a dream. A dream so shocking and wonderful that I woke up smiling. It was so clear, I could even feel the touch on my skin! It made my day! And ever since that day, I could not stop smiling. No, the dream has nothing to do with my missionary. Although the dream was a great dream, I did wish that it would come true, but I know the chances of that happening is close to impossible. But there was still that hope. Even though it was only just a dream, it left a huge impact on me. I stopped crying after that and finally moved on. All my friends are shocked when I said I've moved on, but they cheered for me because they knew that I was happier. Even though they hoped that things will go well for me and my mish in the future, I wasn't going to waste my life away for someone who hurt me so bad. I don't want to be an option or a back-up. I don't want to be with someone who only feels guilt for me. I don't want to always be the little woman who obediently waits for her man and lets him win all the time. It was time to move on. I don't want to be that girl anymore. If you want something, you have to earn it, so you will appreciate it more.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-46020189880088080012013-07-19T06:43:00.000-07:002013-07-19T06:43:13.622-07:00MinionsNow, I know a lot of people have talked about this, but I want to have my say in it too. These are just my own opinions! It's nothing personal, it's just plain old common sense.<br />
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McDonald's have these adorable little minion toys out for grabs whenever you purchase a Happy Meal. You see, McDonald's have always had Happy Meals with cute toys since FOREVER (Or at least as long as I can remember). Kids love new toys, this I understand, I wouldn't be shock to see kids lining up just to get the Happy Meal toys. As a 'young adult', even if I wanted a Happy Meal toy, I bet my friends and family will tease me or make harmless fun of me. But now I see ADULTS lining up just to get the toys? Oh not only 1, but I heard a man bought up to 30 Happy Meals at one go! (the most I heard is 30, don't know if it's true or not though)<br />
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ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! This is ridiculous What are you going to do with 30 minions?!! Sell them off on Ebay for 2 billion+? (yes, I really heard someone saying this) I know they are cute and all, but Y U SO GREEDY?? It's just a toy! What's going to happen when the trend is over? If you really paid a ton of money on a toy that only cost less than RM10 (which includes the Happy Meal! Don't forget the Happy Meal!), just because everyone has it! What is going to happen afterwards? Unless you are a toy collector then I guess you are okay.<br />
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The thing is, what I really don't understand is why people have to be obsessed to the point of breaking down McDonald's roller shutters! It's crazy! And the people who has no intention of buying the minion toys and who just wants to eat, had to line up for hours just to order! I also heard that after people bought the minions, they would throw all the food out... That's just wasting food! But I know that some people are aware of this issue and have decided to donated the food to orphanages, which is good of course, but that just means that you bought the Happy Meals just for the toys! DUDE! You're a grown ass man!!!<br />
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Many people have commented and telling McDonald's to allow only a limited amount of Happy Meals per person. My sister suggested that they should have an age restriction and only sell to the kids, I agree, I totally agree with this because the Happy Meals are target to children, some restaurants wouldn't let you order a meal that are only for kids, so why shouldn't McDonald's? Like, maybe a child must be present to buy a Happy Meal. This way, you can control the amount of Happy Meals a person can buy so that they didn't buy it for the wrong reasons! Now, McDonald employees are being blamed and even yelled just because they ran out of stock! It's not their fault that people are crazy about the little Minion toys! They're just doing their job!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-18482863708574506812013-06-28T03:13:00.002-07:002013-06-28T03:51:01.201-07:0023 DaysIt has been officially 3 weeks and 4 days since he left for his mission (Yes, I have been keeping count) and the days went by a <span style="font-size: x-small;">wee </span>bit slower than I thought it would be.<br />
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He went to the MTC (Mission training center, I think) in Philippines for 12 days, then finally out and ready to serve in wherever he's assign to. From the emails, I asked him how he was doing and he said it was fun but days felt like years in the MTC because of the long hours. But now he's out and serving in Johor, with his trainer, Elder Meister, an Australian from Sydney, whom I have the privileged to meet in Penang before he left for Johor!<br />
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I hope he'd train Tian Muh to become an awesome missionary and also get Tian Muh to become a more punctual and eligible boyfriend!<br />
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On every Monday, I would get to email Tian Muh for an hour (Yes. ONE HOUR). Why can't we text or call or video chat or skype? Because its against their rules. Strict, I KNOW! I don't make the rules. But it's to let them concentrate and focus on their mission work instead of thinking and missing their lonely girlfriend back at home. It's a bit like the Military I guess.<br />
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Anyways,<i> </i>I send Tian Muh emails everyday and he only gets to read 'em on Mondays. For his part, I asked him to write everything in a journal everyday so that I get to read 'em. (overly attached much? haha)<br />
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Anyways, he told me that he has made lots of friends in the MTC, and I don't know why, but I replied him with "Great! More friends to invite to our wedding!" Seriously! It just came out on top of my head and I don't know why! So I made a meme!<br />
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He just laughed because he knows that its the way I am. I'm not even going to try to deny that I'm overly attached!<br />
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He sent me pictures when he arrived at Changi Airport with the Mission President and a fellow sister missionary who also came our from the MTC.<br />
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Many people don't see the difference but his face got a bit fatter. They say people will try to feed the missionaries as much as they can, so he'll definately get fatter when he comes back! I told him to come back with a 6 pack but he said he'll come back with 1. Hahaha!<br />
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His family have been so nice to me and would invite me out from time to time and his mum would even take me out and buy me stuff! She has been emailing him telling him how great I was~ </div>
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I'm not even joking about it! I have also been spending some *quality* time with my sister since I have nothing else to do when I'm not doing my assignments. I wrote a list of things I wanted to accomplish within this 2 years on my white board and my sister added one more when I wasn't looking.</div>
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Tian Muh said that out in the field, 2 years will feel like 2 days. I hope it also applies to me, because I missed him so much whenever I hear my friends talking to their boyfriends on their phones and how easy it is to contact their boyfriends but it's hard for me. But one thing's for sure, I'll never be alone, because I'll always have that one special thing that keeps me company...</div>
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But in all seriousness, I do hope he comes back soon. We have been inseparable within our 2 years together and to suddenly not have him by my side is weird. I read through stories and found out that Mitt Romney, who is also a Mormon, (google him if you don't know who is he), also served his mission in France in 1966. Back then, they have to serve for 2 and a half years! Ann Davies waited for him though, and when he got back, they got married and here they are today! So if she could make it, and being the stubborn-ass girl I am, why can't I? It's only 2 years right? Correction, 709 days left!</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-63435243119622822162013-06-07T06:25:00.005-07:002013-06-07T08:49:08.832-07:005th June 2013So I've written in my past post that my boyfriend is a Mormon and is going to serve his mission soon! Never have I thought that this day would really come! I've always thought that 'there's still plenty of time left!', but geez... time sure flies...<br />
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It's so weird, I think God really is watching us from above because he was suppose to report to the MTC on June 7th, which is Friday, but had to leave a day earlier to have an interview. I have class at 2.30pm on Wednesday and a full day on Thursday, so if he leaves a day earlier, it'd be on Thursday, which means that I had to skip class to see him off! But it so happens that his flight was on Wednesday 12.45pm, which means I can see him off AND not skip class at all! Win-win! I guess God really do love me a lot to let this coincident happen! I'm one lucky girl! Plus, he told me that it's a good thing I have class on that day after seeing him off because it'll keep my mind off him, it's better than to have a whole day of free time to think of him and cry even more. I guess I'm grateful for that too!<br />
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However, even with all the luck I have, I couldn't prepare myself to watch him leave. I cried for a few days before he left. The thought of him leaving really devastated me a lot. I tried my best to smile but I would tear up whenever someone mentions it. </div>
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On that day, I went to his house early to watch him prepare. I felt so sad and didn't dare to hug him because I knew that I wouldn't want to let him go. I wanted to cry it out so bad but I couldn't because his family was there. </div>
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We drove to the airport and ate lunch as we waited for his flight. I gave him the gift that I had prepared for him for the past month. It's a book of remembrance, and inside I had his friends, whom he had lost contact with since his high school graduation, wishing him good luck and all. He was surprised that I manage to find his friends without his knowledge! Facebook and technology really changes everything, huh?</div>
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As the time passed, it's finally time for him to leave. His family and I took pictures with him together and took turns hugging. When it was my turn, I cried so bad that I couldn't see clearly and accidentally scratched my face on his backpack! It felt so nice hugging him for the last time. Even though we didn't have our goodbye kiss, he gave me a peck on my forehead. As he walked away, my heart ached so bad.</div>
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After that, I had to rush to my class at college, which I manage to make it on time! It felt so weird that I didn't have someone to text report to now that he's not here anymore. ='(</div>
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That night, all I have to accompany me were my assignments that I have been neglecting so that I could spend more time with him before he left. After that, I watched 9gag on my phone to make myself fall asleep. My sister, who shared the room with me, said that she saw tears in my eyes when I was sleeping. >_<</div>
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The next day, I went to class as usual and tried my best to keep myself from thinking of him too much. That night, a good friend of mine texted me asking how I was doing, and we chatted for a while but I still feel so empty. I finally cried all my tears that I've been holding back for the past day. I hugged the big Ultraman plushie that he had given to me a long time ago and prayed to God for guidance and strength. </div>
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It has only been 2 days since he's gone but it felt like 2 years. I kept myself busy by doing assignment,writing emails to him and blogging this. I really do miss him a lot but I will do my best to wait for him and in the mean time, grow as a person, and that's a promise that I'm going to keep! And just think, if everything works out between us after these 2 years, this is going to be one heck of an awesome testimony! ;)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17714816514949238230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3223842532997653743.post-13274548909048316082013-05-28T09:09:00.001-07:002013-05-28T09:11:29.823-07:00Quality Vs. Price<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Recently my friend introduced me Dior Addict Lip Glow, because my lips are always dry and sensitive. I checked it out and I was amazed by it, I went to the counter to check it out and guess what, it was RM94! Way out of my budget! I turned away immediately because I thought that there's no way in the world that I am paying RM94 for a lip balm. I checked the reviews and 4 out of 5 commented that they would purchase this lip balm again, even though they hated the price.</div>
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I went to the counter again one day and asked the salesgirl to let me test it. She applied a generous coat on my lips and I wore it for the whole afternoon. My lips felt refreshed and moist unlike other lip balms that felt sticky and uncomfortable. (some of it even made my lips swollen!) My boyfriend said my lips look better and more 'pink' because he would always complain about my dry lips! (Due to my bad habit of not drinking water) I woke up the next day and realized that my lips looked better! It only took less than 24 hours for the Dior lip balm (that includes lip care, as it says in the description) to work it's magic!! My friend told me that it cured her sensitive lips in 2 days, I didn't think it was that possible! Well, it proved me wrong!</div>
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I couldn't get Dior out of my mind for a while but didn't have the cash to buy one. I know it's impossible to ask my parents for the money because they would say no to the price of one lip balm. I thought about the worthiness of buying it: I thought that maybe I can find something better with a lower price? Or maybe wait till I go to the airport or another country to see if it sells cheaper there. I would always complain to my boyfriend about it and he told me to buy it, he said: Would you rather spend the money on ONE lip balm that CAN cure your dry lips, or spend less money on other lip balms that MAY or MAY NOT cure my dry lips, if it can't, then I'd have wasted that money and have to buy ANOTHER lip balm that also MAY or MAY NOT cure my dry lips. That got me thinking.</div>
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Today, after months of debate, I finally took my savings out and got myself one. AND IT WAS WORTH IT!!! I applied a small amount on my lips and it felt heavenly! Refreshing and made my lips look healthier! I could totally wear it everyday! One of the few complains about this lip balm was that you have to find clothings to match your pink lip color, well to me, I happen to have a lot of pink clothings so I guess it's perfect for me! I guess it's too soon for me to say that it's my favorite product of the month, but I'm already loving it! Totally recommend it!! </div>
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So I guess the moral of the story is, if it's anything that has to be applied on your skin, buy the ORIGINAL thing despite how expensive it is! Spending that extra cash on an expensive product THAT WORKS is better than spending little cash on products that DON'T WORK and might even cause more problems! Even though lowering the price will help this product sell even more, I guess I don't regret buying this lip balm. =)<br />
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(NOTE: I am NOT paid to say good things about Dior)</div>
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