Thursday, August 23, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
It's been a while since I downloaded this app and I really hope that it'll turn out alright.
Time will tell when I'll be familiarized with the whole thing about mobile blogging. Until then, fingers crossed.
Right. There's definitely room for improvement on Google/Blogger's part.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
To my dear friend,
Have a safe trip to Leicester! The first few months will be tough, but I hope you'll be able to get used to the life there.
I know that there's a chance that we will be separated by the distance and won't be able to meet again, but I hope that we will - one fine day.
Again, I'm sorry I couldn't make it to see you that one final time and bid you adieu. I hope you will accept my sincere apology and not hold a grudge against me because of that. I had thought of calling you up, but decided against it because I know that you are busy finalizing the last-minute details and I wouldn't want to disturb you.
With love and take care,
Your childhood friend
Friday, August 17, 2012
Yes, you read that right.
The selling price for a modest-sized house now costs a minimum 600k; it's higher if it's renovated, a corner/end-lot or well-maintained.
I'm happily waiting for the bubble to burst, yanking along with it the escalating property prices to a whole new low; it's gone up way too high and mind you, it still is. Geez, if I had known then that the property prices would appreciate so much, I should've just placed the 2% deposit for that lovely 1.5 story house and settle the finance with Mama and Papa Carrie with me taking a house loan for the balance.
Well, that shows that once you've missed the boat, it's your bad luck.
Sigh. I wonder what caused the sudden spike in property prices.
Unscrupulous real estate agents?
An increase in raw materials?
I guess I'll have to wait until an economical crash before I can make my next move. All too great.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Thank you, Laura, for the award! I'm really flattered! =)
An excerpt of the award: “The origin of the Liebster Blog award is somewhat unclear but there’s a general consensus that the award originated in Germany. The award recognizes bloggers with fewer than 200 followers. The rules of the Liebster Blog Award are:
- choose 5 bloggers with less than 200 followers and inform the bloggers you chosen by leaving a comment on their blogs,
- thank the person who presented you with the award, linking him/her back,
- copy and paste the blog award button on your blog,
- write 5 things about yourself that readers don’t know yet”
And so here I go.
The 5 bloggers that I have chosen are
The 5 things about myself that none of my readers know....
1) My childhood occupation had been Criminal Law.
2) Singing is my favorite past time.
3) I love baking and cooking. (... so much that the first property that I purchase must have a big kitchen, lol!)
4) I'm a huge fan of the oldies and classics, can't stand the current mainstream music.
5) I still am a carbohydrate addict.
P.S. Don't worry, I'm not forcing you to do it. =)
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Unable to cope with the growing negativity in her life, the brunette ran out of her house one fine day and sought solace at the quiet, peaceful beach that she had come to favor.
She had been smacked with nostalgia and buried memories the moment she had returned to her hometown; she had departed in the hopes that she’d be able to push it away and out of her mind to start anew, to have a fresh start at life but staying put there at the foreign place had no longer been an option.
Financial strains had pressured her to return. She had to face the music; she had to close that chapter to the cherished life that she once had and throw the key away, far away.
She knew she needed some time-out from this familiar but strange place; she wanted to return there to the place of hope and serenity. Badly. Her short time there had made her happier than she had ever been. But she knew deep in her heart that it was no longer possible unless a financial miracle happens.
I know that the truth can never be kept hidden forever; I know it will somehow leak out from the cans of worms but there are secrets that I wished were never revealed to me. Really. That’s my wish; I know that I had every right to know of it because it involved me, but what good did it bring anyway?
The revelation had smacked me with more questions instead of answering those that I already have; these are the current questions that only Grandfather Peter, Grandmother Madge and Uncle Perry can answer, all of whom are now “selling (or buying) duck eggs in Suzhou.”
I’ve made up my mind; when that wish of mine has been granted, I’ll ditch the familiarity here and take baby steps in a different environment – since nobody has the slightest inkling of what I am about to do. With that being said, I had arrived at this conclusion many years ago during a wake service: learn to appreciate someone while they are around, not while they are forever gone. Regrets will be strong in the air if you miss all the chances given.
Yeah, you got that right; there are those times when I don’t feel appreciated and question my life’s purpose. =(
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Don't ask me about the pain and difficulties that I put my parents through. I had thrown tantrums and insisted that I wanted each and every Snoopy - I've lost count, the last I remembered was 24 - from the selected countries no matter how or what.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Wherever you are,
I’ll wait for you
No matter how far
The distance takes you
Wherever you are,
Know that I’m for you
No matter where we are
But we shall not bid adieu
That was our agreement
Things are now different
You don’t recognize me anymore
The familiar faces have also turned distant
I feel I’ve been washed offshore
As their way of being distant
When my time comes
The brownie in me
All the emotional poems
Remember me as a sweetie
For who I am, who I will always be
Don’t cry at the bayou
Look at the photo albums
Keep the past, vague memories
A sense of regret heavy in the air
Too late to turn back, for questions
You’ll go nowhere
Mountains and oceans,
You can scream there
You can never have me back
When my time comes
The bubbles in me
Like how the flower blossoms,
Like how the flower wilts
Not only is it the silent promises that I screwed up when I left for NZ, it's something that I want to throw out of my life permanently...
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Friends had arranged to meet us up a couple of weeks later before their flight departure to Chicago and while they complimented on how well we matched each other, the waiter finally delivered our drinks but had gotten my boyfriend’s order mixed up. I exchanged my hot sugar-free tea with his iced sugar-free goat’s milk even though I’m not a big fan of iced drinks.