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Sooner than you'd expect
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>I'm back.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>I'm gonna try and make it often.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Anyways, I'm reaching a short break from school and I'm kinda looking forward to it.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>I am packed with so many camps and honestly I am excited.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Since I am with BOCCE team for my CCA, I am automatically involved in the Special O this year.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Special O as in Special Olympics.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>And I am really interested to be apart of the team.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>Special Olympics happens every 4 years as well, and this time it commences on the 31st of May.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>So we'll see if we are going to be able to bring some medals back, it might just look good on my work review? No?</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>I literally train my bocce kids hor! Not by a vendor or whatsoever lor.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>So yes, school's been going on well.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Loving the environment better than last.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Simply because all the younger ones are kinda in the noon sessions while the older/married parents are in the morning session.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Lol.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>So yes, I have a funny Teacher aide, Jude to accompany me throughout my lessons because I do have some kids who are of high needs.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>And they are really adorable but seriously I am very strict with them, I only get to adore them when they are in someone else's lesson. Lol.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>But yes, I shall blog about them someday.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>On a personal note, shit loads happened in my family.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>An accident to the look alike and it was a no small one, it was too much for anyone and knowing me I get internally affected and even went through post traumatic stress disorder and had to talk to some people about it cause it really was bad.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>She hasnt quite gotten back on her feet like before but she's really improving.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>The amount of tears shed for her accident that involved her sister in law was really overwhelming.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Prayers made for them both were in abundance.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>It was really too much for anyone to handle, sometimes the one above seem to have written things in such painful result that I hope he'd know that he has to provide the strength to go through it too.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>And the above painful incident happened 2 days before another close one's wedding, so yeah pretty much a screwed start of the year, but we all are learning.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>And in this learning journey some of us refuse to appreciate things and still carry on holding grudges and so on, some even treat others unfairly and indirectly bully them.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>And trust me, I am always a victim to that.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>But I realised, forget that, I am ready to accept any heart break, because if they really loved you they wouldnt treat you such, and so if they can treat you such then they never really loved you.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">So yes, my standard motto, grow up, and grow apart.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>I am learning.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>I know that I have done and given my best in matters concerning to you and your life if you however wish to forget all that then the ball is certainly in your court,and actually that whole court belongs to you, cause I am not even sharing that space of yours.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>I know where I stand.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>Well God bless us all.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>We need your blessings as we walk through the path of life.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>Oh and clumsy me, I smashed my iphone and honestly I can't even type my pin to unlock it. So yes, apparently the best deal my dad could get me was $130 to repair screen? I'm contemplating between repairing in late March or just wait till May where my contract ends and get my new phone which is definitely a no apple! But my iphone is so dear to me la, alot of memories so yes, I guess I will pay that $130 just so I can keep the phone safely hence.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>A sweetheart of mine did me a favour and bought me all of Gossip girl season and I'm contented with its ending and I am never forgetting how crazy my life was with GG since it started.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Lol.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Oh and now I am Glee-ing .</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Apart from that I am still a movie freak and I OHSOLOVEEEEEE AH BOYS TO MEN 2!!</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Omg, freaking awesome.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Excellent choice of cast, dialogues, direction, seriously!!! Hats of to Jack Neo!</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>He's a talented one.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>Coming back to my work life, well its been 6 months of probation and I am indeed done with that!</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Happy with myself.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>And hoping to stay here long enough.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Chao Yang School is one place that flows with everything you can think of.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Good colleagues, great environment, humour, politics, sense of belonging and etc. But I like it there cause I can handle it and I appreciate it.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Everyday I go to work with the mind set, 'Today, I am going to be learning something new, it can be some new method to teach, some new information of my work system,or most of the time I learn something new about a kid in my class' and that kinda satisfies me.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>On a random note, I am still into make up okay guys!</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>I haven't quite let it go yet, not intending to do so too.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>I've gotten better at it okay, I'm learning as much as I can whenever I have the time.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>I had to do make up for my Shini girl the other time and like it felt real, like she'd come over, and get all ready and sit while I primed her face neck ears and doing it from scratch, not one comment on her preference, not a complain not even her choice of doing the eye liner herself, she left it all to me! I was overwhelmed la. I mean sometimes you know girls can get a little fussy over their eyeliner thickness or the wing/no wing or even their brows to be filled in/not.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>I was satisfied with my work.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>And she was gorgeous and she left home prettily till it was time for her emcee-ing at a ROM.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>And the make up artiste for the bride approached her and asked, 'Who did your make up?Its really very nice.'</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Omg, please for a amateur like me receiving indirect compliments from a professional will of course perk me up.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>And then my bitch told me that she had girls pming her asking her for her make up artiste contact upon seeing her photos!</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>But then again, my bitch is a hotstuff la, she's effing beautiful and I really needn't do much enhancing.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>But still she'd try and make me look all good so she was all about her receiving compliments.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>So yes that's for that.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>Did I mention my two major gifts received was the Sephora set that included lip gloss, eye gels, eye shadows(56 colours) and then came my nakey palette 2 from Urban decay.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>I am so thankful for that!!!! THANK YOUUUU!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>That aside, I've been really affected with the amount of deaths,near deaths news that I'm surrounded with.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Really had a hard time getting out of that shit depression I was in.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>It was depressing, it really was.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Be safe on the road guys!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>I'm about done.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>For now.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>I'm thinking of launching my .dot in June.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b>Else I'm opening a new blog.</b></span><br />
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The fleeting chapter; Unforgotten
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I thought hard.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I thought long.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I thought of my life changing moments.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I thought of all the acidic moments life had thrown at me.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /></b></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Then I realised, I have a story to share.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>A sweet, heart racing one.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>A love story of mine.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /></b></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>With no names mentioned.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I remember and will remember every detail of it.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /></b></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>It was one fine night, I was out to party.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>And I heard of him.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I didnt see his face though, but all through the night I heard his name because he was in the same vicinity as I was.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I wondered then, who this guy could be.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>And I forgot all about it, about him.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Then came the next year, I was at a birthday celebration.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>This time, he was there too.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>He was invited.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I saw him, and I thought, 'Oh so this was the guy that was being mentioned all night a year back.'</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>He was friendly, he was funny, and he was charming.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /></b></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I couldn't help but find myself approaching him to have a conversation.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>He had good conversational skills with someone new was what I thought.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Through the celebration I had a seat next to him.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>We then had a photo taken randomly.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>And he posed, and I smiled.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>And I remembered all that fluttering I felt upon seeing the photo.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>We cruised from there and moved on home.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>We didnt have each other's contacts.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>But then of course facebook was the major contact.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>We didnt chat, we didnt talk. It remained like that for a while. </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Until....</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>One day we had a mutual wedding to attend.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>He came, he was the live of the bunch. He smiled. I smiled.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>But that was that.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /></b></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Then we started chatting on facebook.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I knew by then that this charming one had many fans of his own.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>But I didnt care.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I didnt think it was love.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>It wasnt, was it?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /></b></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>After a few days of chatting he got tired one day.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Yep, pretty fast if you'd ask me.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>But wait!</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>He said, 'hey, I am too tired to chat. Can you sms me instead? Here's my number.'</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Anddddd thereeeee itttt wasssss.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>The 8 digits that made my world go round for a while.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I didn't text him immediately, I waited for like a few hours and said, 'Hey! This is my number! Save it now!'</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>And then smses were exchanged for a month.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>So fast forward, he called me one night and asked me, 'hey, don't
mind me asking but would you ever consider a guy like me?', and I said,
'You must be crazy right now so please hang up.'</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>And he laughed and so did I .</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I didn't need to answer the question.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>He didn't need to ask even.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>We had to hang out a couple of times because of unexpected situations.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>There was this once we went out to catch a bit of the hookah together, and while he automatically next to me as opposed to sitting opposite me, I too got comfortable with the idea that he was next to me sitting at ease.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I remember playing some games through the night and I eventually rested my hand on his legs, cause we were sitting on the floor(duh, hookah) and he looked at me and I realised and I took my hand back.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>He called me after we headed home and casually asked, 'So.... how come you were so comfortable with me that you could just plant your hand over my legs?', to which I was like, 'Er, sorry about that but I was just comfortable I'm sorry if it offended you.' And to which he said, 'No, I am not offended.'</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /></b></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>He was there to celebrate my birthday once, and when we parted after my party he looked straight(such that no one sees him talking to me) and said, 'Call me once you get home will you?', and I smiled and said, 'I will.'</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I knew my heart raced each time I saw him.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>There was something in his smile.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>There was and I couldn't quite get it out of my head.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>And then on my birthday he had a status up that said, 'You make me smile...', and I was so warmed and fuzzy internally. He made my day. He did. </b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /></b></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I was majorly attracted.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I like it at that.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I loved it.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /></b></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>He'd call and comment casually but it'd be about me that would make me feel so.....watched?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>He would pick on me first, he would criticised everything on me, that would actually mean my nose here.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>But then again everyone close to me know about my defect at my nose.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>But he was different. He'd call, he'd start a random fight with who has uglier features and then he'd hang up.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Then he calls me back again and says, 'I am never going to say this again, but your nose is what makes you beautiful, you are beautiful.'</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>And then revert back to nasty self.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Lol.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b><br /></b></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I never had compliments from this MCP at all, but on times he did it, he makes it special enough for me to remember for the rest of my life.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>We hung out alot hence. </b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>So one time he called, and he said, 'I want to date a girl like you. I want to have you in my life.'</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>And I said, 'Ohhhhh....okay...I sense a but somewhere?', and he says, 'Yes, but!!!! I have some things to settle first.'</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Intense conversations were the shortest we had.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Non meaningful conversations were the longest we had.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>He kept it going, he knew how to.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>And then came a day where he texted me, and said, 'Hey I wanna tell you something', and I replied with a, 'Yeah whats up?', and he'd be like, 'No nevermind that.'</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>So I probed and he said, 'please don't have me mistaken if I do tell you that.', to which I said, 'I won't, come on, I know you're going to discriminate or criticize something of me, so don't pretend.'</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>And then came his first, ever, 'I miss you...I don't know why but I miss you...'</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>That was it, Shahlocks was flying on cloud 91011.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>But my reply was, 'That is really sweet. See you later.'</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Maintain ah sia!</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Lol.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>See up till today, this guy I'm talking about has got no clue how he made me feel.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>So we met, we spoke, we hung out, then he called me up one evening and said, 'Look, I am done beating around the bush. I want to be with you. But please know I have alot of things to settle.'</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>And I said, 'I am not rushing for anything.'</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>We then officially dated.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>It was an entire new feeling for me.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I ensured every bit of me was presentable and nice each time I met him.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>I loved how I was feeling.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>But then of course all honeymoon period comes to an end.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>And that was it. </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>But I wouldn't forget all the times he did something special for me.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Maybe I can't and don't want to forget him or anything he had done.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>And maybe I can never get another time like this with him.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>But there's absolutely nothing that can come close to sweeping me off my feet the way he did.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>The intense conversations we had.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>The butterflies-in-my-tummy I had.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>The chemistry we felt.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>And I know this chapter will be my favourite one forever more.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><b>Love,</b></span></span><br />
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I'm back. I'm gonna try and make it often. Anyways, I'm reaching a short break from school and I'm kinda looking forward to it. I am packed with so many camps and honestly I am excited. Since I am with BOCCE team for my CCA, I am automatically involved in the Special O this year. Special O as in Special Olympics. And I am really interested to be apart of the team. Special Olympics happens every 4 years as well, and this time it commences on the 31st of May. So we'll see if we are going to be able to bring some medals back, it might just look good on my work review? No? I literally train my bocce kids hor! Not by a vendor or whatsoever lor. So yes, school's been going on well. Loving the environment better than last. Simply because all the younger ones are kinda in the noon sessions while the older/married parents are in the morning session. Lol. So yes, I have a funny Teacher aide, Jude to accompany me throughout my lessons because I do have some kids who are of high needs. And they are really adorable but seriously I am very strict with them, I only get to adore them when they are in someone else's lesson. Lol. But yes, I shall blog about them someday. On a personal note, shit loads happened in my family. An accident to the look alike and it was a no small one, it was too much for anyone and knowing me I get internally affected and even went through post traumatic stress disorder and had to talk to some people about it cause it really was bad. She hasnt quite gotten back on her feet like before but she's really improving. The amount of tears shed for her accident that involved her sister in law was really overwhelming. Prayers made for them both were in abundance. It was really too much for anyone to handle, sometimes the one above seem to have written things in such painful result that I hope he'd know that he has to provide the strength to go through it too. And the above painful incident happened 2 days before another close one's wedding, so yeah pretty much a screwed start of the year, but we all are learning. And in this learning journey some of us refuse to appreciate things and still carry on holding grudges and so on, some even treat others unfairly and indirectly bully them. And trust me, I am always a victim to that. But I realised, forget that, I am ready to accept any heart break, because if they really loved you they wouldnt treat you such, and so if they can treat you such then they never really loved you. So yes, my standard motto, grow up, and grow apart. I am learning. I know that I have done and given my best in matters concerning to you and your life if you however wish to forget all that then the ball is certainly in your court,and actually that whole court belongs to you, cause I am not even sharing that space of yours. I know where I stand. Well God bless us all. We need your blessings as we walk through the path of life. Oh and clumsy me, I smashed my iphone and honestly I can't even type my pin to unlock it. So yes, apparently the best deal my dad could get me was $130 to repair screen? I'm contemplating between repairing in late March or just wait till May where my contract ends and get my new phone which is definitely a no apple! But my iphone is so dear to me la, alot of memories so yes, I guess I will pay that $130 just so I can keep the phone safely hence. A sweetheart of mine did me a favour and bought me all of Gossip girl season and I'm contented with its ending and I am never forgetting how crazy my life was with GG since it started. Lol. Oh and now I am Glee-ing . Apart from that I am still a movie freak and I OHSOLOVEEEEEE AH BOYS TO MEN 2!! Omg, freaking awesome. Excellent choice of cast, dialogues, direction, seriously!!! Hats of to Jack Neo! He's a talented one. Coming back to my work life, well its been 6 months of probation and I am indeed done with that! Happy with myself. And hoping to stay here long enough. Chao Yang School is one place that flows with everything you can think of. Good colleagues, great environment, humour, politics, sense of belonging and etc. But I like it there cause I can handle it and I appreciate it. Everyday I go to work with the mind set, 'Today, I am going to be learning something new, it can be some new method to teach, some new information of my work system,or most of the time I learn something new about a kid in my class' and that kinda satisfies me. On a random note, I am still into make up okay guys! I haven't quite let it go yet, not intending to do so too. I've gotten better at it okay, I'm learning as much as I can whenever I have the time. I had to do make up for my Shini girl the other time and like it felt real, like she'd come over, and get all ready and sit while I primed her face neck ears and doing it from scratch, not one comment on her preference, not a complain not even her choice of doing the eye liner herself, she left it all to me! I was overwhelmed la. I mean sometimes you know girls can get a little fussy over their eyeliner thickness or the wing/no wing or even their brows to be filled in/not. I was satisfied with my work. And she was gorgeous and she left home prettily till it was time for her emcee-ing at a ROM. And the make up artiste for the bride approached her and asked, 'Who did your make up?Its really very nice.' Omg, please for a amateur like me receiving indirect compliments from a professional will of course perk me up. And then my bitch told me that she had girls pming her asking her for her make up artiste contact upon seeing her photos! But then again, my bitch is a hotstuff la, she's effing beautiful and I really needn't do much enhancing. But still she'd try and make me look all good so she was all about her receiving compliments. So yes that's for that. Did I mention my two major gifts received was the Sephora set that included lip gloss, eye gels, eye shadows(56 colours) and then came my nakey palette 2 from Urban decay. I am so thankful for that!!!! THANK YOUUUU! That aside, I've been really affected with the amount of deaths,near deaths news that I'm surrounded with. Really had a hard time getting out of that shit depression I was in. It was depressing, it really was. Be safe on the road guys! I'm about done. For now. I'm thinking of launching my .dot in June. Else I'm opening a new blog. Love, Me
The fleeting chapter; Unforgotten
I thought hard. I thought long. I thought of my life changing moments. I thought of all the acidic moments life had thrown at me. Then I realised, I have a story to share. A sweet, heart racing one. A love story of mine. With no names mentioned. I remember and will remember every detail of it. It was one fine night, I was out to party. And I heard of him. I didnt see his face though, but all through the night I heard his name because he was in the same vicinity as I was. I wondered then, who this guy could be. And I forgot all about it, about him. Then came the next year, I was at a birthday celebration. This time, he was there too. He was invited. I saw him, and I thought, 'Oh so this was the guy that was being mentioned all night a year back.' He was friendly, he was funny, and he was charming. I couldn't help but find myself approaching him to have a conversation. He had good conversational skills with someone new was what I thought. Through the celebration I had a seat next to him. We then had a photo taken randomly. And he posed, and I smiled. And I remembered all that fluttering I felt upon seeing the photo. We cruised from there and moved on home. We didnt have each other's contacts. But then of course facebook was the major contact. We didnt chat, we didnt talk. It remained like that for a while. Until.... One day we had a mutual wedding to attend. He came, he was the live of the bunch. He smiled. I smiled. But that was that. Then we started chatting on facebook. I knew by then that this charming one had many fans of his own. But I didnt care. I didnt think it was love. It wasnt, was it? After a few days of chatting he got tired one day. Yep, pretty fast if you'd ask me. But wait! He said, 'hey, I am too tired to chat. Can you sms me instead? Here's my number.' Anddddd thereeeee itttt wasssss. The 8 digits that made my world go round for a while. I didn't text him immediately, I waited for like a few hours and said, 'Hey! This is my number! Save it now!' And then smses were exchanged for a month.
So fast forward, he called me one night and asked me, 'hey, don't
mind me asking but would you ever consider a guy like me?', and I said,
'You must be crazy right now so please hang up.' And he laughed and so did I . I didn't need to answer the question. He didn't need to ask even.
We had to hang out a couple of times because of unexpected situations. There was this once we went out to catch a bit of the hookah together, and while he automatically next to me as opposed to sitting opposite me, I too got comfortable with the idea that he was next to me sitting at ease. I remember playing some games through the night and I eventually rested my hand on his legs, cause we were sitting on the floor(duh, hookah) and he looked at me and I realised and I took my hand back. He called me after we headed home and casually asked, 'So.... how come you were so comfortable with me that you could just plant your hand over my legs?', to which I was like, 'Er, sorry about that but I was just comfortable I'm sorry if it offended you.' And to which he said, 'No, I am not offended.' He was there to celebrate my birthday once, and when we parted after my party he looked straight(such that no one sees him talking to me) and said, 'Call me once you get home will you?', and I smiled and said, 'I will.' I knew my heart raced each time I saw him. There was something in his smile. There was and I couldn't quite get it out of my head. And then on my birthday he had a status up that said, 'You make me smile...', and I was so warmed and fuzzy internally. He made my day. He did. I was majorly attracted. I like it at that. I loved it. He'd call and comment casually but it'd be about me that would make me feel so.....watched? He would pick on me first, he would criticised everything on me, that would actually mean my nose here. But then again everyone close to me know about my defect at my nose. But he was different. He'd call, he'd start a random fight with who has uglier features and then he'd hang up. Then he calls me back again and says, 'I am never going to say this again, but your nose is what makes you beautiful, you are beautiful.' And then revert back to nasty self. Lol. I never had compliments from this MCP at all, but on times he did it, he makes it special enough for me to remember for the rest of my life. We hung out alot hence. So one time he called, and he said, 'I want to date a girl like you. I want to have you in my life.' And I said, 'Ohhhhh....okay...I sense a but somewhere?', and he says, 'Yes, but!!!! I have some things to settle first.' Intense conversations were the shortest we had. Non meaningful conversations were the longest we had. He kept it going, he knew how to. And then came a day where he texted me, and said, 'Hey I wanna tell you something', and I replied with a, 'Yeah whats up?', and he'd be like, 'No nevermind that.' So I probed and he said, 'please don't have me mistaken if I do tell you that.', to which I said, 'I won't, come on, I know you're going to discriminate or criticize something of me, so don't pretend.' And then came his first, ever, 'I miss you...I don't know why but I miss you...' That was it, Shahlocks was flying on cloud 91011. But my reply was, 'That is really sweet. See you later.' Maintain ah sia! Lol. See up till today, this guy I'm talking about has got no clue how he made me feel. So we met, we spoke, we hung out, then he called me up one evening and said, 'Look, I am done beating around the bush. I want to be with you. But please know I have alot of things to settle.' And I said, 'I am not rushing for anything.' We then officially dated. It was an entire new feeling for me. I ensured every bit of me was presentable and nice each time I met him. I loved how I was feeling. But then of course all honeymoon period comes to an end. And that was it.
But I wouldn't forget all the times he did something special for me. Maybe I can't and don't want to forget him or anything he had done. And maybe I can never get another time like this with him. But there's absolutely nothing that can come close to sweeping me off my feet the way he did.
The intense conversations we had. The butterflies-in-my-tummy I had. The chemistry we felt.
And I know this chapter will be my favourite one forever more.
