Category: Life

This has got to be one of my favourite shoes ever!

Got them at Sunway Pyramid a few years back. I thought it looked pretty and I still think it looks pretty even though it is showing aging signs and ribbon-dropping-off-sign. It is soft and comfy. It has little holes all around it so it’s always windy down there. And whenever I wear them out, sometimes to work too (when I feel cute), I feel happy.

But I know one day, I’m going to throw her away when she’s no longer wearable. So, I just want to say…Miss Pretty Whites, you’ve been a great pair of shoes! Let’s go see many other places, meet other kind and pretty shoes while we can, okay?

I am happy by the end of my working hour. I’ve moved place in the office. From the centre front to a corner at the back. I like.

It feels like I own a small corner to myself even though I’m not the only one to that corner. Before this, I have people sitting left, right, front and back of me. Now, I cannot see the person sitting in front of me unless he decides to bring up the blinds of the room. No one sitting to the left because it’s a corridor. The person sitting at the back of me has her back facing mine. It’s not really corner corner. But a table away from the corner. And my right neighbour moved with me as well and now still sitting to my right. She’s got the corner corner. My English sucks tonight.

I think a change of the sitting place would do me some good. I was feeling a little excited when I sat at the new place. The other thing that I like is that if I need to see something green, I just need to tilt my head to the window and let the eyes absorb the green screnery outside.

You have a nice weekend! 🙂

I was bored and I went around to take some pictures and I just realised that my house is like a playground.

Picture #1: A frisbee. I don’t know where Iris got it. The Kuku Malu Board. Got it from Jusco. I didn’t buy it. Iris did. Those writing on the board, it’s hers too. It was written so that before I go to work, I read that line. It was written when I was working in a call centre, where things get can unhappy sometimes.

Picture #2: A bear given by either Mummy or Pappy. I think it’s from the cosmetics, Avon, but I don’t really remember. The middle brown dog is from the “evil” cousin sister. The black dog wasn’t given by anyone. I adopted it. It was found downstairs at the car park. I didn’t want it to be a stray dog so I took it home. Now, he has a home. He has a brown friend hanging next to him. And they live happily ever after with Mama Bear.

Today. My name is Alice.

I’ll get Grace for you. Tomorrow.

There isn’t anything to talk about today.

Nothing spectacular happened.

So, I guess I’m normal again.

I don’t feel like sleeping so allow me to babble…

I’m listening to Daniel Powter’s “Bad Day” and I think this is a very nice song. I’ve heard this song before but never really bothered to know who’s the singer to it, not even the title to the song. But after last night when a guy sang this song, it sounded so good that I had to download it.

?? ‘s ????? is also a bloody good song.

I’m the kind of person who would go to the world’s end and download a song that I like, a song that I’ve just listened to. Of course, I don’t always succeed all the time.

Last night, I saw someone who looked like him. Shit. He was sitting 45 degrees to my left. Shit.

But I am still okay.

I like to see guys in striped long sleeve shirt. Totally kills. Interviewed a colleague about it and she shares the same sentiment. I also like to see a guy in a pink long sleeve shirt. Not many guys wear pink shirts and not every guy can wear a pink shirt and look good in it. While some guys or perhaps some girls may think that a guy wearing pink is sissy, I think otherwise. To have a man wearing pink and looking good in it, is so MAN!

I love romantic people.

Come to think of it, who doesn’t?

I love it when he holds my hand in the car while he’s driving.

Why must I always think about him?

Grace, stop!

Okay.

The flower from my shoes came off and I think it still looks good without the flower. I’m not going to take out the flower from the other pair of shoe. I’m just going to wear it as it is. It’s…you know…style.

Saw a golden retriever puppy today with such adorable, pitiful eyes that melt my heart.

I can actually be very lazy.

I can actually procrastinate.

A friend is sending me a photo taken during his Primary 6 school days and said if I can recognise him in the picture, he’s going to get me a present.

I didn’t guess it correctly though.

It’s 12.31pm.

I ought to get to bed.

“Wish you a good night. Wake up be sok foh”

Another friend just greeted me good night saying that.

nitey nite.

I was sitting on the sofa while waiting for the mask on my face to dry up when I suddenly thought about Mother’s Day. And just right after I thought about that day, I suddenly have an idea of what I want to do for my mum. So, I think I must do it!

Say hello to my new bedsheet. Her name is Emilo Multi. I think she looks prettier than how her name sounds. In April itself, I’ve changed the sheet for 3-4 times. This is so not me. And I suddenly felt like getting a new bedsheet so here goes… I just wanted to buy something. I just want to make myself happy. Sometimes retail therapy works for me. I don’t know lah. I’m just not properly wired at the moment.

Girlfriend slept over again and we went for some live music last night. Very nice because I haven’t been going to such places for a long time. I love going to places where there’s a live band..not the too noisy kind. I love going to concerts but there isn’t any that interests me right now…but really, I can’t wait to get my butt to a concert.

Went to IKEA today, to get my IKEA Friends points redeemed.

“Are you the principal card holder?”

“No. I’m a sub-card holder.”

“Only principal card holders are allowed to redeem the points.”

“But my principal card holder is in Sabah and he won’t be coming.”

“No…only the principal card holder can redeem the points.”

You know…I was a bit upset and disappointed. I saw that coming actually because I had earlier called Alliance Bank and they said only the principal card holder is able to redeem the point. And when I was queueing up, a lady, just like me, faced the same problem. And I heard her saying something like her principal card holder is “offshore”.

Aku tak suka. Isn’t the sub-card holder linked to the principal card holder…so why can’t I redeem the points?

Pappy, the principal cardholder, please fly to KL as soon as you can!

NTV7’s The Breakfast Show was at The Curve. The hosts, Daphne Iking and Naz were there. They wanted to get 5 people to do an impersonation of Madonna – just dancing, and Naz went down to the crowd to get some people up to the stage. He tried to get the guy standing next to us to go up but he didn’t want to. Naz then looked at me and said, “How are you?” then he gave me this really nice, happy smile…”You look like a sporty person.”

He wanted me up the stage but I didn’t want to. You can ask me to go up to the stage and talk a bit or answer some questions but NOT DANCING LAH! I’m just not made for that, especially on the stage where everyone will be focusing just on me. tak boleh.

Daphne managed to get someone else and Naz then looked at me and gave me a cute frown.

Anyway, it was nice to have my girlfriend around. Especially this weekend since I’m a bit offbeat. We weren’t really that close but now we are. Maybe because both of us are not in a relationship right now so we have something in common and I like talking to her. Sometimes she can be really funny. And I don’t mind going to the places she want to go, doing the things she want to do and likewise for her.

Tomorrow I want to look pretty at work.

And I want to be normal again soon.

Maybe it was the task that I was working on today in the office that induced the not very lovable side of me. Was trying to get it done from morning till I left work at about 8pm. So looking at the same thing from 9am till 8pm isn’t very pleasurable.

It was raining very heavily so I couldn’t leave as early as I wished too. On the way home, tears were dripping onto my cheeks. I felt it coming. I just felt like crying.

I was stuck in a crawl but I was fine with it because I didn’t feel like going home. I just want to be somewhere. I just want to be doing something. And to be stuck in a jam, is being somewhere and doing something.

I am perfectly fine when I am single. But when I fall in love, or so I think, I turn into a wreck. Isn’t it supposed to be the other way round?

I am always very happy when I go out with him. But I can also get very lonely, upset and restless when he’s not around. And I don’t want to be like that but it’s a feeling so most of the time, I’ll let the feelings to do whatever it wants and when it is satisfied, I become calm and lovable again. Writing this out helps a lot. So forgive me if I’m not making any sense because I’m typing whatever that comes into my head.

I love him and he knows it. But I’m not in a relationship, or so I think. So that makes me a very confused young lady.

Firstly, I would like to say, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHU YING! :o)

Today’s also the day I graduated 2 years ago.

And 5 years ago, today is the day my bunny left me.

For those who have been following my bunny stories would know about it. For those who don’t, I’ll just do a short re-cap for you.

Why this bunny was so special to me is because I think she is God-sent. I didn’t get her from the pet shop nor did someone gave it to me. She just appeared in the backyard one afternoon. Yes, you heard me right. She just appeared. Like magic.

No cage. No leash. Thought she would go away. But she stayed. For 4 months.

And she’s not just any typical bunny. I have a feeling she’s an imported good or a rabbit from the wild. The exotic kind. She wasn’t all white, like most bunnies. She is a mixture of white with brown patches. White tail. Dark brown ears. Very long ears. Beautiful eye lashes. You’ve got to get pretty close to admire this beautiful side of her. The moment I saw her eye lashes, I guessed it was a her…and indeed it was a her.

The only name I could think of for her was “Bunny”, which happened to be the name of the first rabbit I had when I was a few years old. That Bunny was black.

Having Bunny around was one of the best things to ever happen to me. A short 4 months but long enough for me to remember for the rest of my life. I wasn’t very happy staying at the place where I was staying then. When Bunny came, I was really happy because there is something to look forward to everyday. I know someone’s waiting for me to come home and I can come home to something. I miss the days when she would wait for me by 5pm at the backyard (sometimes, I peep from inside to see if she’s there waiting for me and then I’ll hop inside in joy before I go out). I also miss the times when I unlock the kitchen door and she comes running towards me when the door is opened.

She knows limits and boundaries. Never for once, has she ever stepped into the house. I don’t know why really. Even when I purposely put the carrot inside the kitchen and she sees it, she would just wait at the doorstep, hoping I’ll get the carrot out.

She likes to eat the leaves of the vegetable and not the stem. So I always force her to eat the stem, by putting it into her mouth. Hahahah. And she would willingly oblige.

When I love her exceptionally more on some days, I feed her apple and grapes.

I think she is such a lovable creature that the neighbour’s dog dare not lay its paw on her. That dog can really bark when there’s a stranger but he is just so kind to Bunny. Sometimes, Bunny hops over to the neighbour’s place and he’s okay with her crossing to his territory.

Bunny died in a car crash. I didn’t get to see her body because by the time I knew about her death, the box in which her body was in, was already taken away by the rubbish collector.

So today after work, I went to get some roses in loving memory of Bunny. Two white roses. Two pink roses.

When somebody loved me,
Everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together lives within my heart
And when she was sad,
I was there to dry her tears
And when she was happy,
So was I
When she loved me