tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17049097107357573772024-03-22T09:29:18.042+08:00Under His BedRecollections of a friendly-antisocialthe viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-22522256330634267972020-01-17T22:00:00.000+08:002020-01-17T22:13:04.182+08:00Happy 2020!Hola!<br />
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It's been a while since I've checked in here, and so much has happened!<br />
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I returned home from Taipei in June '19, sprayed my CV everywhere (pretty much begging for an interview, lol), but after a month of silence, I got quite worried. Then instead of sending generic CVs to every employer I could find, I started to channel most of my time and resources in securing the first interview for this dream job, and after 4 rounds of interviews (Geez, Louise), I was hired!<br />
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My work arrangement's pretty cool. I work from home when I can, but if there's too much distraction (which is probably all the time), then I'll be at a shared working space. I've come to like these coworking spaces. I know a few familiar faces now, and know who to sit with; though we don't work together nor have we interacted with each other. It's like being at the gym. You don't actually know those people, but you know who are the pleasant ones to workout next to, and who are the annoying <i>grunters, </i>and the assholes who don't return equipment after using them.<br />
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Anyhoos, enough about work for now.. Long story short;<br />
<b>I love my job! </b>...and yes, I'm paid to say that too. Ha!<br />
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Moving on to the <b>boyfriend</b>~ I think that our bout with the whole LDR thing has somewhat contributed to the change in the dynamics of our relationship; but definitely in a good way. And there's me with my [relatively] new job, and he with his new role at work, it's rare that we see each other on weekdays now, as we remain very much engaged with our own career ambitions on work nights.<br />
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Then on the weekends, it's a cumfest!<br />
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Lol, I joke I joke. Please laugh.. Ha, ha ha, hahahahaha.......<br />
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But seriously, we're doing well and really do look forward to spending time together on weekends. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, no? <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">And the cumfest is a bonus...if it happens</span></i>.<br />
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Until next time, have a fun weekend y'all! And party safely~<br />
It's 2020!<br />
Booms.the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-26177733970737648402019-07-04T22:00:00.000+08:002019-07-23T00:27:06.006+08:00Let's Talk SkincareJust over 3 years ago, I had the most basic skincare routine.<br />
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Wash & Moisturize.</div>
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I've never had a facial, and I used whatever that was most convenient.</div>
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But it all changed when I met the boyfriend.</div>
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It was inevitable since he works in the skincare industry.</div>
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So here's what I've learned over the years.</div>
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My skin-type is dry.</div>
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This means that although I am not prone to blemishes, I would develop wrinkles more quickly as I age. Good heavens, noooo!</div>
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<b>Start with a good face wash.</b></div>
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This doesn't necessarily have to be branded or expensive.</div>
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Find one that suits your skin the best.</div>
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I'm currently using Perfect Whip by Senka.</div>
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It's a fun experience using it, and it gives a good wash without over-drying my skin.</div>
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<b>Do you actually need a toner?</b></div>
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From what I understand, a toner cleanses and preps your skin before you slap on more things onto your face. I was using Ultra Facial Toner by Kiehl's, but once my supply ran out, I decided to forgo this step entirely. Plus my face wash already does a really good job. So no, I don't tone.</div>
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This next step is important to create a moisture barrier for your skin so that it doesn't look rough & dull as you age. I don't really know why they call them "lotions", coz you'd expect a lotion to be of a cream-like texture. Instead, it feels more like an alcohol-free toner or water. I use a variety of brands, depending on my budget for that quarter. For the budget-conscious, you may opt for Hada Labo's range of hydrating lotions. If you're planning to splurge a little, you can try Clinique's moisture surge hydrating lotion, Kiehl's Iris extract activating treatment essence, or Lancome's Genifique youth activating concentrate (I'd use this more frequently if money wasn't a factor.. LOL). If you're traveling, stop by Loreal's counter and pick up a bottle (or more) of Loreal's Revitalift filler [HA] plumpy water essence. It's not expensive, but I could only find them at the airport shops.</div>
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The clearly corrective dark spot solution by Kiehl's is my favourite, but it comes with a very steep price. Pocket-friendly versions would be Loreal's white perfect laser derm white essence, or Olay's white radiance brightening intensive serum (unfortunately, this has a very lousy pump bottle and has recently been discontinued).</div>
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<b>Now something for the eyes.</b></div>
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I've always believed that you can tell a person's age from their eyes when they smile. Ugh, wrinkles and crow's feet will be the death of me. Recently, the boyfriend gave me a bottle of Genefique yeux light-pearl eye illuminator by Lancome. Fancy! Before this, I've been using Bobbi Brown Remedies skin wrinkle treatment no. 25. Kiehl's also has an Age defender eye repair, but I haven't used this since they had a new packaging. I guess and hope that it's the same stuff that I've used before, coz that's pretty good too. But ultimately, and unfortunately, eye creams don't come cheap.</div>
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I've been patting Kiehl's powerful-strength line-reducing concentrate on wrinkle-prone areas on my face. But at almost 300 bucks for a bottle, I don't think I'll be continuing this step once I run out. Just smile less.</div>
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<b>Let's get oily!</b></div>
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"Putting oil on my skin", I know it sounds crazy, but it's probably one of my favourite steps (partly also because it means that I'm almost done with my 7-step routine). I use a day and midnight oil, both by Kiehl's, and it gives my skin an instant glowing-effect. Plus the midnight oil makes my skin feel so good when I wake up the next morning. It's not because I have dry skin, I think the oil does provide benefits regardless of your skin-type. I'm not too sure; best to consult one of them skin experts on facial oils.</div>
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<b>Moisturize~</b></div>
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I only moisturize during the day. I like Hada Labo's super hyaluronic acid hydrating light cream, and Olay's moisturising lotion (as basic as it gets, but this stuff is good!).</div>
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<b>Sunscreen up!</b></div>
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UV rays come in through windows and from fluorescent lights, so don't forget to apply some sunscreen even if you're planning to spend the day indoors. My favourite is the perfect UV sunscreen by Anessa, but if you're looking for a budget-friendly sunscreen, I'd recommend Sunplay's super block SPF130. I use this when I plan to spend the day under the sun or when I take a dip in the pool in the afternoon. Yes, SPF130. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!</div>
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<b>But what happens at night?</b></div>
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When I don't moisturize, I apply a layer of overnight mask after the oily step. Kiehl's has a few types. I'm currently using the ginger leaf & hibiscus firming mask by Kiehl's. They recently discontinued the cilantro & orange extract pollutant defending masque, so if you still see this in stores, grab a jar! It's really good, and it's gonna be gone really soon! I've tried La Mer's prized moisturizing cream, but after reading <a href="https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2418153/Claire-used-1-Nivea-cream-half-face--105-Cr-la-Mer-The-results-VERY-revealing.html">this article</a>, I've been thinking about giving Nivea's creme a try (edit: on second thought, let's not support Nivea, <a href="https://www.queerty.com/nivea-continues-ignore-homophobic-controversy-despite-mounting-public-outcry-20190708">click here to read why</a>). </div>
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I'm currently open to try different stuff, so tell me, what's your skincare routine like, and what products would you recommend?</div>
the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-65345533443784360112019-06-26T01:30:00.000+08:002019-06-26T14:45:40.586+08:00Pride(noun)<br />
1. the quality, state or feeling of being proud .<br />
2. a high opinion of one's own dignity, importance, superiority, whether as cherished in the mind or as displayed in bearing or conduct.<br />
3. confidence and self-respect as expressed by members of a group, typically one that has been socially marginalized, on the basis of their shared identity, culture, and experience.<br />
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(cardinal sin)<br />
1. Latin, <i>superbia</i><br />
2. considered the original and most serious of the seven deadly sins.<br />
3. also thought to be the source of the other cardinal sins.<br />
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I love diversity, the positive stance against discrimination, and everything that Pride stands for; but I've been thinking about why this particular word was chosen to represent the LGBTIQ movement.<br />
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Was it to mock the churches?<br />
Same-sex relationships seem to be a sin in most religions.<br />
They've spent so much time condemning us.<br />
Some of us were even killed, in the name of a higher power.<br />
Maybe Pride wasn't the worst sin.<br />
Perhaps Prejudice should be.<br />
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Or was it because Pride is the opposite of Shame?<br />
That we should no longer feel ashamed of who we are.<br />
Because Shame is not all that we're worth.<br />
Because Pride will not give permission to Shame.<br />
Pride will not give permission to Hate.<br />
Because Love has no gender.<br />
And although it is okay to be different;<br />
We are not different.<br />
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Happy Pride Month.the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-81703992308731819022019-05-05T22:15:00.000+08:002019-05-06T19:20:10.870+08:00My Home Away From HomeI'm down to my final month in Taipei; for real this time! Here's what's been happening in my life~<br />
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1. I'm in Taipei to learn Chinese; was supposed to go home in February, but I really couldn't learn enough in 3 months, so I've extended my classes up till the end of May. It's been so much fun and although I'll soon be down to my last dollar, I would do it all again if I had the chance!</div>
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2. I learned that although 95% of Taiwanese are Han Chinese (which I am too), there are several cultural and social differences with Malaysian/Singaporean Chinese that I'm familiar with. There's no <i>lousang </i>nor <i>yumseng</i> here, and it's so intriguing to know that the number 8 is not always a favoured number in Taiwan.</div>
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3. I'm not a foodie, but being away from home makes me miss Malaysian food sooooo much! I want my <i>nasi lemak bungkus</i>, <i>roti bawang </i>double-<i>telur banjir</i>, banana leaf rice with extra <i>peria goreng</i>, and my morning <i>hargow dimsum..</i> Mmm~</div>
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4. I really miss working out, and I miss my gym. I didn't bother to join a gym here, so the last time I actually had a proper sweat-out was in... November 2018. Seriously. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">I'm getting fat!</span></div>
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5. I can't wait to have my car-aoke sessions once I'm home. The block of apartments that I live in Taipei are built quite close together and not sound-proof. Sometimes, I can hear the odd neighbour in the shower, jamming to some off-key beat he probably heard at a rave, and I think to myself "I don't want to be <i>that guy</i>".. Car-aoke is one of the little pleasures in life that I didn't appreciate enough... until I don't have a car to sing in!</div>
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6. Winter & Spring would be a wonderful time to visit Taipei, unless it rains... which it does... most of the time... Taipei's winter isn't painfully cold, the coldest it gets is slightly above 10<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">°</span>C, which is a nice treat from the heat back in KL. But be warned, the skies are gloomy most of the time. Last December, we didn't see the sun for 12 days straight. Yes, I counted. I thought it was the end of the world. It's a bet for travelers; it could rain for a week without stopping, but it could also be sunny and cool for a whole week. So, feeling lucky?</div>
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7. I experienced my first earthquake in Taiwan! ...and my second.. and my third.. and my fourth.... Earthquakes are a common occurrence here. An earthquake that's strong enough to wake you up in the middle of the night, or make you stop and think "oh, earthquake" would happen about once a month. The first earthquake I felt was in December, while I was asleep. My bed started to shake and I freaked out coz I thought I has being haunted by a poltergeist. Then I could hear my closet shaking and creaking, and I realised that it was a shake. The strongest earthquake I felt was the one that happened in April. I was in the middle of my midterms when it happened and we could hear students from the other classes shouting. I felt a bit nervous, thinking to myself "at what point do I drop my pen and start to run?". It was also the time when 2 Malaysians got injured at the national park, which led to my phone buzzing from concerned friends & family. Unfortunately, one of the injured Malaysians succumbed to their injuries.</div>
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8. I felt like an alcoholic during my first few months here. I think I missed home, aka the boyfie, too much. I helped myself to a whole bottle of wine every night. Luckily, wines from the supermarket are quite cheap. =)</div>
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9. It's my first time spending so many holidays away from home: Christmas, New Year's Eve, Chinese New Year, Valentine's, Easter, Mother's Day... No wonder it's beginning to feel so long!</div>
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10. As much as I miss home, I'm going to miss Taipei a whole lot once I leave. It's such a liveable city. People are nice, it's super safe (It might take a while, but I can drunk-stumble home alone at 2AM , no problem), the public transport network is vast, good food is easy to find, bubble tea is everywhere (and so cheap!), and I have amazingggg friends! ...and also, gay marriage will be legalized on May 24, which is also the last day of classes for me~It's gonna be such a fun weekend! Yaaaaaaaa!!</div>
the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-18453190975937733622019-04-25T11:00:00.000+08:002019-04-25T10:58:37.151+08:002000 Miles Apart, Part.2 With the various social platforms & apps available, one would think that I'd be able to freely express myself on one; but I frequently find myself being self-restrictive (for good reasons), not wanting to "out" myself to certain friends or followers, and I cbf to group them in different lists, which I think is a bit of an asshole move. So here I am, back in the safe haven of the blogosphere where I can safely & comfortably say...<br />
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<b>I.FUCKING.MISS.MY.BOYFRIEND! <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(...so much!)</span></b></div>
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We've been doing this whole long-distance thing a little longer than we initially planned for, and seriously; I have no idea how some couples spend years, or an indefinite amount of time apart.<br />
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I miss seeing him, I miss his closeness, I miss making and laughing at silly jokes together, I miss sharing our meals, I miss going to the movies with him, I miss working-out together, I miss spending time with him not doing anything at all... and of course, I miss having sex! <i>Gosh, I'm thirsty</i>..the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-2301560461876460802018-12-24T23:50:00.000+08:002018-12-24T23:54:33.580+08:00Happy ChristmasIt's probably my first time spending Christmas night alone tonight (or it may be the second time around? I dunno, I forget). I've 2 bottles of wine, a Christmas tree, and an attention-seeking cat. What more could I ask for? I'm alone, but not lonely.<br />
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Tonight also marks my first month being in Taipei. I'm glad I'm where I am today.</div>
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The first week in Taipei was difficult. Whilst searching for a place to stay, I spent 7 nights in 3 different hotels, and the depressing, gloomy weather didn't help. Living out of a suitcase from a temporary room in a city I were to call "home" for the next 3 months made me question my decision to leave KL, really.</div>
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It all changed when I finally found a place, thanks to my Taiwanese friend, Ethan. The apartment I live in is awesome! There's a busy back-alley street just downstairs, and I'm not more than a 5-minute walk to the nearest MRT station, several bus stops, a ubike stop, a large temple, Carrefour, Watsons, Family Mart, at least four different 7-Elevens! The place is so convenient!<br />
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Life in Taipei has been treating me well since. I've found a clique of good friends who have welcomed me into their circle, and the Taiwanese are very hospitable. Touch wood, I've yet to meet anyone who's unfriendly or rude. Even the bus drivers here are usually helpful and polite.<br />
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Anyway, I'm kinda tipsy now since I've chugged down an entire bottle of Bordeaux, so excuse me but I'll have to continue this discourse another time.<br />
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May you all have a very Merry Christmas.<br />
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Much love. xoxo</div>
the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-15762621346470974762018-11-28T00:40:00.000+08:002018-11-28T00:48:41.918+08:002000 Miles ApartWe were in Tokyo for just over a week; it was both our first time there, so there was much to explore and see.<br />
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We spent much time going back to the same places that we liked; the little back-alley sushi bars & curry eateries, browsing through novelty shops, exploring different neighbourhood public onsen bathhouses, and we even bought a picnic mat so we could celebrate his birthday under the golden yellow-leaved ginkgo trees. It was wonderful.<br />
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One of the toughest pre-holiday booking was deciding between Disneyland and DisneySea; in the end we opted for the latter since it was exclusive to Japan. It was his first time at a Disney theme park. It was utterly magical, at least for me. I hope that he felt the same way. I should ask.<br />
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The Mori Digital Art Museum by TeamLab was also one of the highlights of our trip. I think we spent close to 4 hours in there. Pretty!<br />
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We got on a day tour to catch a stunning view of Mount Fuji from Lake Kawaguchiko. Despite the heavy traffic getting there and back (it was a public holiday in Japan), we found out later that we were very lucky, as she's known to be shy, hiding behind clouds and fog. She was very kind to us that day.<br />
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Our last day was the most difficult. We navigated the streets of Tokyo aimlessly, both pretending that we were okay, that it was almost forgotten that at the end of our charming week together, we would be heading our separate ways.<br />
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No, we weren't breaking up.<br />
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His flight back to KL was scheduled at 11:45PM, while mine was to Taipei; 5 hours later at 4:50AM. I've decided to temporarily relocate myself there for the next 10 weeks or so. Yes, we're doing the long distance thing. Looking back, it may have been the dumbest decision I've made.<br />
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During dinner, his eyes suddenly welled-up and he cried a little. Seeing him break down like that, my heart paced and a lump formed in my throat. For the first time, I was afraid of leaving without him. Our ride to the airport was a quiet one. We took some pictures in the train and held each others' hands. He told me that he secretly wished that his flight would be delayed so that we could spend a little more time together. I smiled at his silliness.<br />
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When we reached the airport terminal, we laughed when they displayed a "delayed" status for his flight. That bought us 45 more minutes together. 45 precious minutes that I'm so grateful for.<br />
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Then came the dreaded moment. My flight was too early to be checked-in, so we had to say our goodbyes at the departure gate. I can't remember how many times we hugged while walking there. But when I knew that it would soon be our last, it hit my heart like a hammer and I started crying like a man. He hugged me till the tears stopped, then he walked on and disappeared past the sliding doors.<br />
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Today's only our third day apart. It hasn't been easy. Exploring a city alone isn't quite the same when you know that there's someone who you wish could be there with you. No joke, but I see him everywhere and in everything I do. I know that we only need to endure the next 10 weeks. Some would even laugh at us. <i>"What's 10 weeks?".. </i>But hey, we've never done anything even remotely close to this.<br />
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He's due to visit February next year. He'll be bringing me home. But until then, I've made a promise that I'll make the most of my time here in Taipei.<br />
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the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-91855136493267733812018-11-12T01:30:00.000+08:002018-11-12T01:35:33.542+08:00Trouble<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
The past two and a half years have been a roller coaster ride. I’ve had
the pleasure of reaching for the skies as I lived my dream. But unfortunately
this year, I’ve plunged. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Sometime mid of the year, after a bout of constant negativity at my former
workplace, I left my position without having a new place to go (I know, I’m
such a millennial!). I then dumped a big chunk of my savings into a long-term
investment plan to avoid burning all of it while I sorted my own shit out. There's been a few significant lifestyle changes to ensure that I was spending within my means, which really wasn't much. It’s
been tough, but bearable.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thankfully, I got a really awesome gift from the rents many years back
when I returned from my studies in Perth. I haven't touched it and it's been my saving grace this
year! <i>Thanks Mawmz & Daddykins!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Still, the rest of 2018 is gonna be hella challenging, and I don’t even
dare to think how I’m gonna start the coming new year. For now, I’m just going back
to taking one baby step at a time. This time, I need to make it different. This
time, I need to make it work.<o:p></o:p></div>
the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-53488539340502964032018-09-08T06:30:00.000+08:002018-09-08T14:40:06.079+08:00The Black RainbowTonight's probably the last of my awful jet-lag. Oooh, I really hope so. I've been waking up at ungodly hours for the past 3 nights and it's been messing with my morning plans.<br />
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So we've been in the limelight lately and it's depressing at how the new government is bullying a strongly productive and contributing minority group. And by "we", I refer to the Queer community in Malaysia.</div>
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I mean, come on. First it was the removal of two friendly portraits of Queer individuals from an exhibition promoting patriotism. This caused an uproar throughout the country, and I was pleasantly surprised at the number of Queer allies who stood their ground and spoke up for us. It was a refreshing take of the usually quiet and conservative Malaysia that I'm used to. Perhaps it was a good thing, because by censoring the 2 portraits, the images hit headlines and people were interested to know what was happening in that little island-state. Speaking and acting regarding that matter, we also knew who were against us, and the many who were with us.</div>
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During the weeks that followed, several politicians and religious leaders started to speak up, condemning the Queer "behaviour" and "lifestyle". LOL! Seriously, there are bigger issues in the country that they should be focusing on, but no. I guess the gay agenda was an easier target to pick on because "god said so".</div>
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Don't even get me started on the public caning of the 2 Queer adult women for attempting to have consensual sex. Again, our country is buggered with huge problems like pedophilia, child marriage & pornography, kidnappings & murder, corruption, misappropriation of public funds, and money laundering. But we chose to act on an archaic "legacy of discrimination", as said by Theresa May.</div>
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2 days after the disgusting caning, as if to mock our government, India's Supreme Court decriminalised gay sex. Yay! Well done, India! Meanwhile in Malaysia, the country took a step forward during the recent 14th general elections, then started walking backwards. Smh.</div>
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It's disheartening to know that "Queer Rights" doesn't mean that we get an added advantage or any special privileges. It simply means that we get the right to exist.</div>
the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-18248738330798568142017-08-07T01:00:00.000+08:002017-08-07T01:08:11.944+08:00The Last HurrahMarketplace, better known as MP. It used to be <i>the </i>gay venue in KL. I remember when I used to frequent this place, it was a weekly routine; Saturday nights at MP.<div>
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Then word got around that they were closing down, that there was a party, the last hurrah. I texted my closest friends about it and we planned to make one last visit, for old time's sake.</div>
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So the night came. We got there at one AM, there was queue. A really long one. I bumped into a few friends who were already leaving. Was surprised to see a few colleagues too (hey hey hey!). They said to not bother; they've been there since eleven, and it took them an hour to get in, and it was too crowded inside. They were heading elsewhere. I wish I had asked them to stay.</div>
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After waiting in line for 15 minutes, the bouncers relented and let everyone in. Saw a few more people whom I work with (oops!), and decided to head upstairs to find my usual camping spot. Every step was so nostalgic, I can't believe that they've decided to close this place. The upper floor had a few refurbishments, in a good way, but the beautiful view of the Petronas Twin Towers from the balcony was now obstructed by another development.</div>
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The place was crowded, but it wasn't much different during its days of glory. The crowd was nice and friendly. People were socializing, getting to know each other, some reminiscing about their years at MP, and I was pleasantly surprised at all my friends who turned up; The people whom I befriended up on that rooftop, where we'd spend every Saturday night chugging down jugs of long island iced tea, talking and laughing the night away. It was like we all came to bid farewell to this fine establishment.</div>
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I felt as though I had traveled back in time and everything was how it was several years ago. How recklessly happy and carefree I used to be. Momentarily free from the worries, stresses, and responsibilities of being an adult, it felt really good. Then when reality kicked in and I realised that it was only a matter of hours before this place was history, it kinda tore deep into my feelings.</div>
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I'd go as far as saying that it was probably one of the best nights that I've had in KL in a very long time.</div>
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Thank you, Marketplace. You were <i>my </i>social spot when I first came out as a gay man. You've given me so many memories and friendships. And now you've left with a bang. Goodbye.</div>
the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-25570041974898958712016-10-21T21:30:00.000+08:002016-10-21T22:22:22.077+08:00A Few Of My Favourite ThingsIt's been a good 6 years since I've left Perth, and I'm missing it just a bit more today. Thought of the things I used to eat there. Mmm.. The memories come flooding back...<br />
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<b>1. Sausage Sizzle</b><br />
We used to have these almost every Thursdays at Bush Court at uni. Selling at 2 dollars a pop, these were probably seen as a staple for most students. We usually had actual hotdog buns, but sometimes they were served with slices of white bread. Those were good too. Being the <i>kiasu</i> Malaysian, I'd sometimes wait till the evening when they'd give 2 sausages for each bread! Mee-Wow!<br />
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<b>2. "Chinese" Food</b><br />
Another popular, everyday treat was the Chinese food stall at the campus food court. Apart from sounding and looking like Chinese food to the unsuspecting eye, they were anything but. They had things like "Satay Chicken" and "Mongolian Beef", the common fried noodles and/or fried rice, served with a spork. I'd have these when I was missing home, then miss mommy's cooking even more later.<br />
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<b>3. Pizza Shapes</b><br />
If you watched an Australian channel, you may have seen their commercial. They'd zoom in on one of the pizza-flavoured snack to find a mini cartoon operatic tenor character<i> à la Pavarotti</i> standing on the biscuit, singing his lungs out. These things were super tasty, and really addictive!<br />
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<b>4. Tim Tams</b><br />
Ahh. The World-renowned chocolate biscuits. Forget the flavoured or double-dipped ones. The originals always win. I used to bite off two corners, directly opposite from each other, then dip one end into cold milk, and suck on the other; using the cookie as a straw. Don't really know why I did it; the milk tastes the same, and the insides of the Tim Tam gets soggy. Hmm. I do like soggy things.<br />
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<b>5. Cherry Ripe</b><br />
Usually anything "cherry flavoured" tastes like bad cough syrup. But not these. The inside of these chocolate bars consist of the perfect blend of juicy cherries and coconut, covered with chocolate. I do believe they're an acquired taste, as not many of the people I've introduced them to likes it. Totally underrated.<br />
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<b>6. Anzac Biscuits</b><br />
One thing I regret is not actually being in Australia during Anzac Day, though I'd have some friends save me some of these biscuits upon my return. If I'm not mistaken, they're basically oatmeal cookies with a hint of sugar & desiccated coconut. I've tried making them on my own once.. Need more practice.<br />
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<b>7. Fairy Bread</b><br />
These are one of the weirdest, yet happiest foods I had there. My friends made these during our LGBT parties.. Wait. All our parties were LGBT parties. LOL. These were colourful and fun! All the better for the occasion. It's really just white bread with butter and hundreds & thousands.<br />
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<b>8. Weet-Bix</b><br />
It started with a half-box of leftovers my housemate had. She thought it was gross and wanted to throw them out. I asked to try some, and after my first bite, I was in love! I had a constant supply of these in my pantry. It has a whole-wheat bran kinda taste. Some people eat it with milk, honey, and fruits. I eat it on its own. Yes, it's really dry, flaky, crumbles easily, and if you talk while munching on them, it kinda sprays out in wheat-y puffs. I usually grab a few and chomp them while I walk to uni so I don't have to worry about the mess.<br />
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<b>9. Golden Gaytime</b><br />
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<b>10. Jesters Pies</b><br />
Jesters make great pies. I used to swear by them. But at around 5 dollars each, they're a costly affair. Only when I felt like indulging, I'd get 3 or 4 of these, inhale them at one go, then feel bad about myself later.<br />
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<b>11. Kailis</b><br />
I used to go to Fremantle a lot, 'cuz I lived nearby. Fremantle is a port city, Southwest of Perth. There's a constant battle between two fish markets/restaurants there; Cicerello's and Kailis. Some of their customers are fiercely loyal <i>*rolleyes. </i>If you happen to drop by Fremantle, I'd suggest trying them both and rate them for yourself. But if you can only pick one, choose Kailis!<br />
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<b>12. Little Creatures</b><br />
Speaking of Fremantle, it's also home to one of the best microbreweries beer in Oz! Naturally, they're a bit pricier than the big manufacturers but it's worth it (every now and then). There's also a tavern at their microbrewery, which serves bar food & snacks. I can't remember much as I've only been there a few times, and it's always packed. You can find a variety of their bottled brews from most local bottle-O's. My favourite's the Pale Ale. Mmm...<br />
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<b>13. Passion Pop</b><br />
Since I'm already talking about alcohol.. Here's the cheapest way to get wasted down under. And by cheap, I mean affordable AND trashy. Haha. These 750mL bottles of fruit pop cost only 4 to 5 dollars each, and contain about 10% alcohol (I think?). But hey, it's bubbly, so you can pour it into a plastic champagne flute and <i>look</i> <i>classy... </i>And if you're in your mid-twenties onwards, say hello to Mr. Hangover.<br />
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<b>14. Masters</b><br />
You know what makes me really happy?<br />
I love a nice tall glass of chocolate fucking milk.<br />
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Not just chocolate milk.<br />
Chocolate <u>fucking</u> milk.<br />
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It's sex in a glass.<br />
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<b>15. Dim Sims</b><br />
There's this 'fish and chips' shop near where I live, and I used to go there for a fix of heavily-battered deep fried fish, squid, prawns, fries, onion rings, and... dim sims. I saw it on the menu, and I couldn't resist ordering them to find out what the hell they were.<br />
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Deep. Fried. Dim Sum.<br />
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Dim Sims.<br />
It's kinda like deep fried shumai, but not exactly.<br />
I'd always tell myself to never order that again, but whenever I'm back at that shop, it's what I'd do.<br />
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"One seafood platter. A side of onion rings. Yes, that's all. Fourteen-fifty? Can I have dim sims with that?"<br />
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Oof.the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-7614443377136847292016-03-08T01:30:00.000+08:002016-03-08T01:55:40.769+08:0024 HoursSomeone asked me.<br />
<b>"If you had 24 hours left to live, what would you do?"</b><br />
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My answers were typical.<br />
I'd spend my remaining time with the people I love.<br />
Doing the things I love most.<br />
Eating my favourite delicacy.<br />
Sipping my favourite wine.<br />
Singing my favourite songs.<br />
There would be a lot of chatter, smiles, and laughter.<br />
It would definitely be one of the happiest times of my life!<br />
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The notion of such a moment itself brought so much happiness.<br />
It's nothing unusual.<br />
I want to die happy.<br />
<i>Who wouldn't?</i><br />
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Then I thought to myself..<br />
It would probably <b><u>never</u></b> happen.<br />
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Come on.<br />
For real.<br />
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Few would ever know when's their last 24 hours alive.<br />
So instead of dreaming about unrealistic answers of what I'd do;<br />
I asked myself a simple question.<br />
"Were you happy in the past 24 hours?"<br />
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I've started to dream less about being happy.<br />
And really, just get down to actually do it.<br />
Because happiness is not something that's gonna fall from the sky.<br />
Unless you want to play in the rain (which is a really fun thing to do).<br />
Happiness is something we can, and should, give ourselves every day.<br />
We owe ourselves our own happiness.<br />
And no one can take that away from you.<br />
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So, yes.<br />
I am happy.<br />
And it's my daily goal to ensure that that's always my answer at the end of every day.<br />
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Stop waiting for happiness to happen.<br />
Create your own happiness.<br />
It's your life.<br />
Live it!<br />
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Then ask yourself.<br />
<b>"Were you happy in the past 24 hours?"</b><br />
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the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-46105435875280382862016-02-01T22:20:00.000+08:002016-02-01T22:48:02.191+08:00WanderlustHappy February bloggies! So the first month of the year is <i>buh-bye</i>! I hope that most, if not all, of your resolutions for 2016 are holding up well so far.<br />
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Mine's going pretty good (except for the 'Learn' part... meh); I'm still staying positive, I've gained a bit of weight but that's OK, found a few more books to read, and I'm writing more every week! I've been checking out HitRecord.org and it's been giving me a lot of ideas to write. If you're a creative person and/or enjoy the arts in any way, be it music, theatre, screenwriting, poetry, graphic design, illustration, film, or photography etc., do have a look to see if it interests you.<br />
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And oooh, my solo trip starts tomorrow morning! Lol, I think I'm gonna be way too excited to fall asleep tonight, which is just as well cuz my flight is at 7AM, and I'll be going to <b>Chiang Mai</b>! It's supposed to be a trip alone, but hmm... I've already befriended someone who lives there; we met online. I wonder if that still counts, since we'll be meeting up at one point or another. Ha.<br />
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It's gonna be so much fun! I've (sorta) got an itinerary planned out, with lots of room to explore the city and some parts of the outskirts as well.<br />
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I'll be back just in time for the CNY reunion with my family, which may be cutting a bit close. But heh, it'll be okay cuz I've got the world on a string! ;)<br />
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I love you all!the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-70373081760284156152016-01-23T13:00:00.000+08:002016-01-23T13:13:14.509+08:00Dare To Jump!I have to say, the first three weeks of 2016 has been fairly kind to me. Adjusting myself to the aftermath of the breakup, I've met a few new friends, I'm a step closer to starting a new career, halfway through my first novel for the year (though a bit behind schedule), collaborating with my bestie to write two songs, project #racetosix is still going strong, been drinking a lot more often (dunno if that's a good thing haha), and I'll be making my first solo trip next month!<br />
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I've been wanting to travel alone for the longest time; and it's finally happening! Hope to check a few things off my bucket list, and find some really compulsive & enriching things to do while I'm there! It's just a 6-day trip, but planning has been quite messy so far, to say the least, and I'd be very pleased with myself if I'm able to keep within my budget. Wish me luck!</div>
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the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-74228661153445326702016-01-20T18:00:00.000+08:002016-01-20T18:00:22.869+08:00Be BraveTake action.<br />
Speak up.<br />
Express yourself.<br />
Live your life.<br />
Appreciate the little things.<br />
Dance like no one's watching.<br />
Sing in public.<br />
Laugh to and at yourself.<br />
Eat all your favourite foods in one day.<br />
Run till your legs hurt.<br />
Beat up a punching bag.<br />
Hold your breath underwater.<br />
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Unfuck your life.<br />
Have the courage to cry.<br />
Love yourself first.<br />
Then fall in love with another.<br />
Go as far as your heart will take you.<br />
Explore possibilities.<br />
Defy your fear of change.<br />
Hold your head high.<br />
Do what you once thought was unthinkable.<br />
Chase after your dreams.<br />
Dare to find your happiness.<br />
Be Brave.the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-16686081073260672922016-01-13T02:30:00.000+08:002016-01-13T02:30:14.500+08:00Resolutions, 2016So this happened.
I finally decided to call it an early night (I've been sleeping late for the past few weeks), fell asleep for 20 minutes, had a weird dream, and now I'm here, wide awake. <i>Fuzznaughts.</i><br />
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So I realised that I didn't really make any resolutions for the year. I guess it's never too late. I wouldn't take this list too seriously though; it is, after all, way past midnight and I'm just making my brain tired so that I can go back to bed. Ha!<br />
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<b>1. Stay Positive</b><br />
Definitely at the top of the list! I think I'm at a very fragile point in my life where I could very easily slip and fall, then blame the world for filling me with despair; but I'm not about to let that happen. There are definitely two sides (or maybe even more) to everything, and I'm learning to look at matters from different perspectives. And even if things worsen, if the rain gets harder, when the nights seem longer; well maybe that's a gift too.<br />
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<b>2. Jumpstart Project #racetosix</b><br />
Seriously. I've been putting this off for way too long! I went to the gym for the last time on December 31, 2015. That was when they told me that my free membership had expired in 2014. Lol. Since then, I've been sweating it out without the gym. It's been good, and I've been really disciplined so far, working out every day. I'm alternating between HIIT workouts at home, and running topless around the neighbourhood in the evening. It's such a thrill to get stares at the parks. Ha, I know, I'm such an attention seeker. I've also been doing a new abs drill, which is simple and effective. I'm setting an April deadline to achieve this, for Songkran. No, I'm not even going to Songkran this year. I just wanna say that I got my Songkran body 2 years too late. Haha!<br />
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<b>3. Learn</b><br />
No surprises here. I've been spending too much time online, reading useless articles, gossip, and "news" from social media. I'm going to limit myself on those and spend more time learning and acquiring new skills to upgrade my life. I'm currently reading some tutorials on economics, and will look into learning some basics of programming, and a refresher course for applied statistics (have I mentioned that I love statistics?).<br />
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<b>4. Read</b><br />
I've purchased so many books in the past, and I haven't even touched them. They're mostly fiction, but I think that's a good start to spark an interest to read. I think that with the rise of technology and its technological gadgets, as well as an addiction to social media, many do not read nor appreciate the art of literature anymore. I don't want to fall into that pit, so I pledge to read at least 12 books this year. I know 12 isn't much for a start, but it's 12 more than last year!<br />
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<b>5. Write</b><br />
I'm trying to discover my passion in life, and I believe that it may be writing - something that I haven't done in a long while. I hope to update this blog a bit more often, and do a lot more of my personal writing as well. I need find the inspiration to provoke my thoughts, and rediscover the many pleasures of writing. Oh, I'm so excited already! It's going to be a great year! - as long as I stay focused. Lol!<br />
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Okay. That's all for tonight. I'm sleepy again and ready to go to bed now.<br />
Good night.<br />
Xthe viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-82826464000467207592016-01-11T23:00:00.000+08:002016-01-12T19:05:49.364+08:00Untraveled PassagesHey bloggies!<br />
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Well my last post may have been a tad too emotional. But I was feeling rather dispirited at the time I published it, and there was a reason for me to log it here. Perhaps someday I could look back and ponder over some grog.<br />
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Anyhoos, many thanks for those of you who have taken the effort to check up on me. I really appreciate the concern. It's times like these when I know who my true friends are.<br />
=)<br />
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For those of you who haven't managed to connect the dots yet, I entered 2016 single.<br />
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It's been almost a month since we broke up.<br />
Our relationship lasted exactly 2 years and 9 months.<br />
Everything has been different since, and I foresee more changes to come.<br />
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Am I afraid? I was, but I'm unsure now.<br />
The future is uncertain, and I've tread into unknown territories.<br />
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But you know what? I'm starting to feel that if we care too much about the future, then we may start to lose the meaning of the present. I think that sometimes we have to be daring enough to live and appreciate the 'now', and let our future map itself as we go along. We say that "the sky's the limit", so we shouldn't be fixated beneath a roof that we've built.<br />
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Because really, at this point, I don't see what could I possibly be afraid of anymore.<br />
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<iframe width="500" height="281" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zlxB9zGH8GU?start=29" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-92185374713828993692016-01-07T23:00:00.000+08:002016-01-07T23:00:00.254+08:00Rain Is A Good ThingWhat goes around comes around, or so they say.<br />
Some would even go as far to say that '<b>Karma's a bitch</b>'.<br />
*Shrugs* Maybe.<br />
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I admit that I've done some pretty bad things in the past. And I've been warned that Karma's not just a bitch; she's a fucking cunt, and she'll be back to bite me in the gonads. <i>Harsh!</i><br />
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And you know what? Karma did come knocking on my door.<br />
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But I learned that Karma comes in different forms, and instead of serving a bitter payback, Karma presented itself as a lesson; a reminder of the past. A caution to not let history repeat itself. Or at least that's how I chose to see it.<br />
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I'm not saying that I've done bad, and gotten good Karma in return; It's still badass Karma, and it's driving me insane! I knew I had this coming, so it's a little too late to regret now.<br />
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I'm not gonna sulk about it. What's done is done, and there's little, or really nothing I can do to change anything.<br />
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After all, it's a fucking new year, so I'll pick my fucking self up and fucking get through this; even if I have to do it alone.<br />
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I may be alone, but I'm not lonely.<br />
I'm sad, but I refuse to break.<br />
I'm scared, but not weak.<br />
I feel pain, but I'm not bruised.<br />
I may seem dejected, but I choose to stay positive.<br />
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Not only will I survive this, but I will prevail.the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-58241261746889460062015-12-31T19:20:00.000+08:002015-12-31T19:21:23.413+08:00Pursuing HappinessIt's the last quarter of the last day of the year.<br />
The beginning of an end.<br />
The end of a new chapter.<br />
A new page.<br />
An empty page.<br />
Blank.<br />
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Writing your own stories.<br />
Your own fairytales.<br />
Filled with happy ever afters.<br />
Daydreams and wishes.<br />
The Grand Plan.<br />
Hope.<br />
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But there will come a point.<br />
When you feel so weary.<br />
That you decide to stop trying.<br />
When you just want to turn your back on it all.<br />
And whisper to yourself, "Enough".<br />
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But always remember.<br />
That even in the darkest hour.<br />
When everything else fails.<br />
There is always Hope.<br />
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Happiness is a lifelong pursuit.<br />
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Thank you, 2015.<br />
You've given so much.<br />
Taken so much.<br />
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Here's to a new year.<br />
A hopeful year.<br />
A better year.<br />
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For all of us.<br />
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the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-80665922856963118972015-03-04T18:10:00.000+08:002015-03-04T18:12:54.365+08:00I'm Falling<div style="text-align: center;">
"Maybe, just maybe, I'm the faller.</div>
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Every family has someone who falls.</div>
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Who doesn't make the grade.</div>
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Who stumbles.</div>
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Who life trips up.</div>
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Maybe I'm our faller."</div>
the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-56462108563206117732014-12-04T01:00:00.000+08:002014-12-04T01:04:19.378+08:00Happy BirthdayThere are times when I've obviously taken you for granted.<br />
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My childishness, my nonsense, my tantrums, my unreasonable demands.<br />
You put up with <i>all</i> of my shit, without question nor anger.<br />
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I've pushed you away several times, without thinking about what I'd do without you.<br />
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Yet you persevered.<br />
Not once have you walked out on me.<br />
You've always been there for me. <i>Always</i>.<br />
Even when I didn't want you to.<br />
Because you knew that I <i>needed</i> you.<br />
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For everything you've endured, I apologise.<br />
And for everything you've done, I thank you.<br />
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Happy Birthday, my darling TJ.the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-57224476995561236302014-11-23T01:00:00.000+08:002014-11-23T01:04:49.686+08:00He Never Knew My NameI lost an old & trusted companion this week.<br />
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<i>I'm so sorry, Vodka boy. You were a good friend.</i></div>
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Thank you, for everything you've done for us;<br />
For being there for me, every single night when I was alone.<br />
Goodbye, you silly little puppy.<br />
You'll always be remembered.<br />
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Rest in peace.<br />
2005 - 2014 (18 Nov)<br />
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P.s. I'm missing you already.<br />
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So I guess I may start to spend more time writing here again. I find that writing (or typing) is actually a really good way to take my mind off negative thoughts. It's always good to look back and remember the good things and blessings in life, rather than to dwell on the negative. Plus I believe that both happiness and negativity are contagious; so I'd very much like to rub off my positivity to others.<br />
<i>Ah, spread the love~</i><br />
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Anywaaaaay, life's been treating me well lately, to say the very least. I've learned to play the ukulele for about half a year now, and it's really fun. TJ and I used to hang out at cafes on lazy afternoons and I'd arm myself with some paper, a pen, and my sister's ukulele (borrowed from her cuz I couldn't afford my own. hehe) and learn simple chords to some songs. Ecole P in Damansara Uptown was my favourite place to do this.<br />
=)<br />
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TJ gave me a ukulele for my birthday, and I played it and sang at my brother's wedding earlier this month. It was an honour to sing on their big day, and I wish the newlyweds every happiness!<br />
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I've also started to learn songwriting recently, but that's an entirely different ballgame altogether. Hopefully one day when I get the hang of it, I'll be able to write songs and play them for the people who bring happiness to my life.<br />
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Daddy's also been helping me start a new hobby, so he bought me a camera. <i>Thanks, Daddy!</i> It's so new that I haven't even unboxed it yet. Lol, he just gave it to me this week. I'll probably explore it later tonight and bring it out tomorrow since it's a public holiday. Yay, I can hardly wait!<br />
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So much to do, yet so little time. I've been trying to workout as much as I can as well. Though I'm nowhere near having six-packs as yet, project <i>#racetosix</i> is still very much alive and seeing gradual results. Yay! But my target for early-November is turning into a pipe dream. I think I may have to extend my deadline to be more realistic. I'm gonna try for end of March 2015. Haha!<br />
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Also, I've ordered a new dragon boating paddle, which has yet to arrive. Hoping that I'll get it before this weekend so that I'll get to use it on Saturday. We're now training for our next race; it's gonna be on November 8 & 9 at Clarke Quay in Singapore. So excited cuz it's our first race outside of Malaysia. Wheee~<br />
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After the race, dragon boat training will probably slow down a bit for me (until the next season starts), so I'll get to spend more time doing yoga on weekends again. Yup, TJ and I started attending yoga classes on weekends some months ago, but we haven't been able to go recently cuz of my busy weekend training schedule. I'm as stiff as a board, hopefully more stretching and bending sessions will help fix that. Wish me luck!<br />
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I can't believe it's already coming to the end of October! Time really flies. But well, it's been a really good year so far.. And I'm gonna make the next 2 months the best of it!<br />
;)the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-70403892957919264712014-10-14T19:40:00.001+08:002014-10-14T19:41:15.042+08:00The Good RunIf you knew me 5 years ago, I would have been a very different person with a very different lifestyle back then. I hardly slept at night and I would spend way too much time and waste far too much money at the nightclubs every week. Looking back, I had so much silly fun then and although I wouldn't want to relive that part of my life again, it's something that I don't regret doing either. My past is something that I enjoyed at that time and I guess I just grew out of it. The moments and friendships I had will always be cherished, and it's something that I will look back at and smile. Here are 30 signs that my wild party animal side is behind me...<br />
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1. I don’t have new drunk picture tags of me on Facebook anymore.<br />
2. Drinking cuz “Wednesday is the new Friday” is a total lie.<br />
3. On Friday nights, I’m snuggled in bed by 12:30am.<br />
4. I find and come up with all sorts of excuses to avoid going clubbing.<br />
5. I don’t go clubbing alone anymore (dear god, what was I thinking back then?).<br />
6. I don’t feel as excited to do shots as I used to.<br />
7. No vodka.<br />
8. Hangovers are real.<br />
9. When I go out, I ask for the dress code of the place and if it’s OK if I wear shorts.<br />
10. I don’t sleep in past 10am on weekends (I usually get up waaay earlier!).<br />
11. It’s actually possible to make it in time for McDonald’s breakfasts.<br />
12. I can only retell my old "night-out" stories and my friends will say, “We’ve heard that one before”.<br />
13. I think twice before reaching for a cigarette when I’m out drinking.<br />
14. I keep my own wallet instead of passing it to a friend for safekeeping.<br />
15. I don’t bring more than a certain amount of cash when I go for a night out.<br />
16. When I go out clubbing, I secretly wish I brought earplugs along.<br />
17. I regret telling people, “If it’s too loud, you’re too old!”.<br />
18. I don’t really know what to wear to a nightclub anymore.<br />
19. The thought of making out with a random stranger doesn’t excite me anymore.<br />
20. Instead of going out, I say things like “I’m really tired and need some rest tonight”.<br />
21. My parents don’t remind me to not drink too much anymore.<br />
22. When I buy shirts, I’ll think if I can wear them for work. Not for a night out.<br />
23. I can no longer “dance like no one is looking” anymore.<br />
24. That said, I don’t even dance anymore.<br />
25. I no longer go to <i>mamaks</i> for supper.<br />
26. I can count the number of times I’ve been out to a club this year with one hand.<br />
27. I can almost forget how that ringing noise you get in your ear after walking out of a club sounds like.<br />
28. I don’t remember the last time I smelled alcohol-puke.<br />
29. I don’t buy concealer make up to hide hickies anymore.<br />
30. I prefer quiet bars where I can have a conversation with the people I'm out with.the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704909710735757377.post-88480919776078373002014-06-17T13:00:00.000+08:002014-06-17T13:08:23.705+08:00Fitness Level UpSo we ended the dragon boat season with 3 silvers and 2 bronzes for the team from the races in Putrajaya & Penang! Huz'zah! We didn't expect to win anything, so it was a pleasant surprise and a marked improvement from our race in Penang last year (we didn't win anything then). Ha. It feels great to know that our team is growing stronger, and that we're putting up a good fight even against international contenders.<br />
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Will be spending a lot more time with the team for at least another year, as we just had our annual team meeting and I'm one of the four new members appointed to the committee. Defo looking forward to more social activities, as well as training harder with the team!<br />
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Also, I'm really happy that Celebrity Fitness has granted me a free membership to their gyms! And I realized that I've never been to a CF gym before. Hmm. Probably gonna frequent the one in SS2 mall, since it's really quite close to home. I know that I often say that I wouldn't go to the gym and how it wouldn't work for me, but training 3 times a week with the team just isn't doing it for me. As strenuous as our HIIT drills are, it's not enough anymore. So I'm gonna start working out on days that I don't train with the team.<br />
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Anyone interested to join me at the gym after work? I'm planning to train on Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights. Preferably at SS2 mall, but I can also do Bangsar or Mid Valley. Lemme know! I'm sooo not used to training alone.the viennamesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01155643454521184752noreply@blogger.com6