Swating Flies!

Woots, I had my first tennis session of the year yesterday! The weather was good, the tennis balls were brand new, the tennis racket was newly strung, but...my stamina was lousy. Lucky that I did some runs recently, else I would have collapsed much sooner. As for the tennis, it wasn't that bad as I would have expected, at the very least I managed to hit the balls over! Muahahaha! In fact, I personally felt that some shots are quite nice! Let's see... teo and I managed to have a total of...SIX consecutive shots. Not a big deal to brag about, but hey, cut me some slack, I'm a beginner! But I'm sure it will get better! And teo managed to trick 2 more people into joining our future tennis sessions. This just means we dont have to keep picking up balls (share the load!)

I feel like playing tennis again this Sunday, really want to get the momentum up and running (before CNY strikes and I start getting fat and lazy again). But gosh, my body is aching. No, I'm old, it's just the lack of exercise.

On a totally random note, Boss is saying I could go home now (that's like 3pm). Drats. If only he's the only one in this company. I'll prolly be much happier.

And back to the topic of tennis, think I'll post up photos only when I've become a pro. Ney to noob shots in my blog!

with friends like these, who needs enemies?

Quite contrary to what the title seems to suggest, this entry is all about my beloved, endearing friends!

We had our annual chalet last Saturday, and there's nothing out of the ordinary. We nua-ed while waiting for dinner, had our yusheng, had the usual birthday celebration with cake from oh-so-cheap-but-nice-SweeHeng, amused ourselves with low-smoke sparkles, pictionary, monopoly games (which I happily fell asleep already). There's really nothing out of the blue, but who cares, we certainly had lots of fun, laughter and joy! (:

I really love this gang, for there's no pretence, no deceit, just true, true friendship. I may not talk to all of them regularly, not have periodic meet-ups, but I know they will be there for me, always. And it's really heart-warming to know that. I know this friendship will go on forever and ever, cos' that's what true friendship is all about!

I shall cut the nostalgia, and let the pictures do the talking!

And teo, thanks for the souvenirs, they're lovely! (:

I'm a superstar!

I went for my first play-by-ear music lesson today! Was feeling rather apprehensive cos' it was a one-to-one session and it just feels so weird for me (i mean i'm usually the one tutoring others haha!) But it turned out fine! In fact, I felt really happy cos' I'm learning stuffs that I'm really interested in. And I like the feeling of self-improvement, something I failed to experience in work (sadly). So being a excited newbie, there I was practising faithfully on my piano earlier. Hopefully, this will continue (afterall, the lessons don't come cheap) and I can start playing more beautiful music. It's finally time for me to shine and stop wallowing in self-pity in the audience!

Shall post up related pictures soon!

A New Beginning

The year has finally ended and it’s time for new resolutions! I actually don’t have the practice of making resolutions but I think it’s time to ditch the see-how-later-decide mentality. I need a plan and I shall go by it religiously!

First up: Become a happier person! Year 2010 has been especially difficult with all the design project stuffs, tiresome job hunting, and the demise of my dear father. I think it’s probably the lowest point of my life (I hope that’s just it!) but it shall go lower no more! No more sulking, no more whining, no more emotional roller-coaster! In fact, for a start, I’ve abandoned the former blogskin for a chirpy-looking one to perpetually remind myself to be a happier person!

Second: Get a life babe get a life! The 8-to-5 monotony is slowly sinking in, and yes! I shall waddle out of this sandpit (yes I know, it’s not scientifically right) by injecting some color to my life. I’ve already signed up for this play-by-ear music class, so I’ll be attending lessons every Saturday. This has been something I’ve wanted to do but somehow, something, somewhere went wrong. The power of procrastination! I hope it’s money well-spent though, the lessons certainly aren’t cheap.

Third: Exercise! Swing the fats away! My barbolat tennis racket is collecting dust and honestly, the dust looked thick. Shudders. But yep, it’s time to get the balls rolling! I don’t know if it’s a good enough motivation, but I’ve already bought my tennis skirt! And it’s seriously tiny (I wonder if I can still fit in).. so hopefully that will remind me to get in shape.

Last by not least, towards the end of year 2011, I need to start hunting for jobs. Training bond will be up by then, and it’s time to put my career in perspective. Hopefully by then I’ll really understand what I want to do and it’s work work work! The money better start rolling in too!

That’s all, for now. I guess it’s not formidable list but it’s a start! I’m pretty sanguine about year 2011, definitely a good start! (:

Bring it on!

Urgh, I had a hard time trying to log into my blogspot account. For some crap reason, blogspot says my username cannot be found, when that is the username that blogspot sends to my hotmail! I don't know why, but when something bad happens, it seems to trigger off the bad luck effect, and every thing just frustrates the hell out of me.

I hate myself for being so emotional, so fragile, so.. weak. And yet, I just can't control myself. I feel so helpless. And in face of all these troubles, I stand alone. I do have close friends..but who do I speak to? How do I even begin. To the world outside, I may look strong, strong enough for my mother, strong enough to carry out my responsibilities, strong enough to live life as per normal.

But no, I'm crumbling, literally. I may have aged physically, but within this mortal shell, I'm still a child. A child who lost her father. No correct that. A child abandoned by her father. It's the fact, it's the truth, the unspeakable truth.

Within a day, I'm forced to grow up, but have I? It's so tough..it really is.

Somehow I feel that I'm a changed person. I'm not longer the optimistic happy girl. And dad, you changed me.

I am so sick and tired of all these, I truly am. All these unfortunate events, they just keep coming. Until this very moment, I have no idea why he chose to end it this way, but do I really want to know the truth? It's just heart-wrenching to be abandoned but there's just no time to wept, to cry, to grieve. So many responsibilities, waiting to be carried. How many times have I tried to remain strong. And yet, met with failures, again, again, and again. I'm falling apart. Perhaps, that's the truth I've been finding all these while.