Partially-new celebrity husband.

Partially new, because I kinda like him a bit. :/

Zico, from Block B. :D

Next time you point the finger, I'll point you to the mirror.

Sometimes I wish that liars will all go to hell.

Or let me have some sort of super power, where I can transmit? Give off? create? some sort of ultrasonic sound over the phone.
So all dem fuckers who think they can be nasty, or think that it's fine for them to lie, will have blood shooting out of their ears, or their heads will vibrate so much that it explodes.

Just recently, I had to deal with this compulsive lying bitch, who told me she has paid for the class.

She did not turn up for the class, saying that she did not receive the confirmation email from the instructor that she's part of the class, and since she didn't make payment for the class, she did not think that it would matter anyway.

And the instructor, expects me to pay for her assistant fee.

Well, FUCK.YOU.

Dear bitches, I hope you trip over your own legs and fall flat on your face for the next three months. May all your teeth drop out, or you will bite your own tongue every time you open your mouth to speak.

Dear meanies,

I think customers are under the impression that if they are nasty to the people serving them, things will get done a lot better and more efficiently.

Dear nasty customers, honestly, what makes you think I care about your piddily ass problems? The world doesnt revolve around your sorry ass and frankly, your attitude makes me want to get things done a lot slower just so I can piss you off even more.

I have encountered, just recently, this mean guy who thinks that we are after his money, which, honestly, is not a huge sum.

Granted that it is still money, no matter what, but honestly, how hard is it for you to phrase your words nicely in a polite tone? There really is no need for you to talk down on anybody just because we are not some high-flying person who lives a jet-setting life where you are flying in and out of town so much that you dont even remeber how to be nice to others.

Sometimes I wish I have a giant hand so I can smack them down.

Ch-ch-ch-change.

I want to chop my hair this short, but many people have issues with it. -_-

I want the best of both worlds. ;_;

I am at the crossroads of my life once again, which is not surprising.

I once had big dreams, now I sound old. ;_;

I once had big dreams, of leaving this country and never coming back.

And I was looking forward to fulfilling that dream of mine as I age.

I was looking forward to cutting off all ties with my relatives, friends and family.

I was looking forward to start afresh in a country where nobody knows who I am and who I was in the past.

That little dream of mine has been wavering a lot in the past couple of months.

I couldn't get into the agency I wanted, and I didn't plan out a second route for myself because to me, it was DO-OR-DIE.

I refuse to let go of that little dream I had, in fact, I was clinging on to it desperately because I really wanted it to work out for the greater good... and for myself. :/

Whenever I tell close friends, because I don't talk to my family, about my dream, I would always get funny stares from them, and a patronizing "I will support you in whatever you do."

Only 2 or 3 of my friends have been pushing me, constantly nagging at me to go do something about it.

This whole I-HAVE-A-DESTINY-TO-FULFIL thing has been bothering me a lot, and it has made me extremely depressed because of things people have been saying to me.

:/ I still believe that I will get there, to wherever I want, someday, sooner or later. But recently, I have been considering the options of dying a nobody in Singapore, where I still have to be in contact with relatives, friends and family.

The only thing that will get me through this entire... ordeal, is the thought of moving out of my parents' house, living my life in a God-forsaken place where I will be far, FAR away from my family. :/

I really don't care whether it's God-forsaken or not, as long as I have my basic necessities like hot water, clean toilet, a kitchen, internet, electricity and personal space, and maybe a room-mate to abuse... Like Leonard from Big Bang Theory.

Slowly, I think I have been starting to let go of that little dream I try to hold on to so desperately... although they keep coming back to haunt me every so often. ):

Life, it's depressing to just live.

Right now, I guess I am still trying to appreciate the simple things in life, and at the same time convince myself that being in Singapore is not so bad. At least I can meet up with my friends for dinner after work, even when given last-minute notice about things like that.

I sometimes wonder though, did God spend a little too much time on the people who are living out my dream now, or is He enjoying this show He's watching from above, as His many believers as Him for help in fulfilling their prayers.

Hey there, how's life?

Hey there, how's life?

I've gotten myself a real job, so blogging is no longer a priority... like it was a priority in the first place.

I'm adapting well to a life where I just work and not think about what I really want to do in future.
Obviously, by getting myself a real job, in a way, I have already given up on whatever I used to call "my dream".

In exchange for minimum wage, I am working at a place where it is filled with things that I have no knowledge of, and have no interest in.

I still want what I want, but I am no longer actively trying to pursue what is deemed as impossible.
I no longer have the time to commit, and things like that wait for no man.

Sometimes I wonder if giving up on "my dream" has forced me to start looking for an alternative, where I have to settle for something I declare as second best.

For now, I shall just try blogging a bit more, just to see how far I can go along with this.