Walking Unheard

Waking up in the mornings feeling like crap has been usual for me for the past couple of weeks now. Today wasn't any different either. But then, a few hours later, right after colouring my hair, Visves calls me and the first thing he says when I answer the phone is: "You're my girlfriend now, alright? I don't care, you have to do everything I tell you to. Delete your Facebook account and no more talking to other guys, okay? We're officially a couple."

After a moment of stunned silence, we both burst out laughing simultaneously and I follow up with a casual; "So, what time you getting off work today, wei?"(See, this is why I appreciate having such sporting and open-minded friends around to brighten my day.)

"I'm going in at two and my shift ends at eleven. I'll call you after that but if I'm free in between I'll text you."

"No trouble. So long ah your shift today?"

"Nah, I'll clock in at two, watch a movie till seven then work off the rest of my shift when my supervisor gets in."

"Athana patha. When are you next on leave ah?"

"Next week. I'll have four days off. Wanna go for Avatar? How long already I've been calling you to come hang out and catch a movie with me but you're always full of excuses."

"Yalah, yalah. Next week I'll try my best, okay? I know I always say that but this time I mean it. If I start working by next week, maybe we can meet up for lunch or something."

"You got a job and you didn't even tell me? I don't want to friend you."

"Eh, dei I'm not hired yet lah. Just called in to observe and stuff."

"What job?"

"Dog groomer."

(After laughing for what seemed to be an eternity) "You?! You can't even groom yourself! Poor animals."

Well, that conversation actually did put me in a way better mood afterwards. Speaking of dog grooming, did I mention I can't make heads of tails of the whole thing? I only know the basics like washing, brushing, trimming, clipping and ears-eyes-teeth care. I'm guessing that's about it but then why are the courses so bloody long and expensive? I feel as if I can learn everything I need to know on Youtube and howtodoit.com but I'm wondering whether that will suffice. I spent a few hours online yesterday trying to get some tips by googling up Grooming 101. After a little reading, I tried practicing what I had learnt on Fizzy who with ears and tail down, tried to slink away from me when he saw me approaching with a brush hidden behind my back, sensing I was definitely up to something. I had to practically sit on him to comb him down and that nearly cost me two of my fingers. Oh, well. Maybe the cat will be easier.

God knows I've failed you time and again.

ILY

lost till you're found
swim till you drown
love till you hate
strong till you break
know that we all fall down

bLog

What is blogging to me?

It provides a place for me to vent, to release all balled up emotion. It's where I go to when I need to calm down and feel good about myself. My medium of expression.

I never lie in my blog. Crap, yes. But never lie.

It just sucks the fun out of everything.

Maid of Horror

It was only at cousin Sharm's Christmas BBQ dinner party yesterday did I realise that there was exactly two more weeks to go before her wedding. And here I was thinking it was still a long way off. The countdown begins!

We had a whole lot of fun last night. The food was great.

Thanks to the boys, of course.

After a whole lot of eating,

fooling around the barbecue grill,

and cousin Sashi’s usual jokes that set everyone off,

we cousins all settled down around the dining table with the soon-to-be bridegroom for a thorough discussion and briefing on what our jobs are to be on the Big Day.

Nicholas (that's the groom) had already prepared a whole lot of charts and plans to be presented to the table at large and I found myself secretly envying Sharmini akka (the not-so-blushing bride, of course) for having such a well-organised husband who did all the planning and worrying for her so that she didn't need to turn into Bridezilla going berserk over all the preparations. Well, that's what you get when you marry an engineer: precision.

Well, going through the list with our names and tasks on it, I didn't know until then how many things were to be taken into account. There was lighting and sound effects and ushering and hall decorations and seating and God knows what else. My job description was the shortest and perhaps most terrifying.

Maid of Honour

Pathma

Do whatever Sharm asks to do

Vassan has been on my case for two days straight now over who had the bigger and more important job; me as maid of honour, or him as the emcee. Of course, being the more matured of the two and not wanting to start a family feud in front of everyone, I gave in by merely smiling at him and keeping my mouth shut. That’s him in the striped t-shirt, if it wasn’t obvious enough already.

Nicholas' mother made a somewhat flattering remark; "The maid of honour is really beautiful and the best man also very handsome. Gone lah, no one will be paying any attention to the wedding couple at all!" I tried not to beam too much at the statement of the best man being cute. I hadn't actually put any thought into it before but now that I come to think of it, if I were to be escorted down the aisle at the end of the ceremony, it had better be with someone whom I look good next to. Nicholas showed me the picture of the dude on his laptop and in my opinion, he didn't look half bad. I'll be looking forward to working with him. Heheh...

Merry Belated Christmas, Everybody!

All We Are Is Everything That's Right

Amonter. We won't say our goodbyes.
You know it's better that way.
I'm stupid? Hello?
HAHAHAHAHA.
We both know that's great advice.
As
long
as
no
one
gets
hurt

Why Didn't I Think of That?

The men I love are all sick in the head. One is potentially being threatened for his life, two others have been struck with the crazy notion that leaving their education hanging halfway in order to pursue jobs is a completely normal thing to do, and in contrast, another wants to continue studying while working but seems to be going literally mad and physically sick with the strain of it. Oh, I'm not done yet. There's still those two with the relationship crisises and that other guy who's having a Christmas breakdown. This all adds up to a seven-way torture for me. I can't be there for all of you but I wish you guys well :(

As for the girls, they're all perfectly fine and I'm glad for it. Speaking of which, we took a one-day trip to Genting Highlands two days back and despite the extremely foggy weather, we had loads of fun together. The Christmas decorations this year outdid the ones that were put up a few years back. All in all, we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly throughout the day and it was superb being back in each other's company again. Sadly, two of my closest friends, Candy and Rachel, couldn't make it so that sucked the fun out of it a bit. On the journey back, we were discussing about making another trip back there next year during off-peak season when the place was less crowded and we needn't wait in line for the rides for hours. This time, no one is going to be left out and hopefully the weather will be clearer so we can thrash the outdoor theme park to our hearts content. If our parents permit us to do so (and I doubt they will because this might be slightly tricky) we were even planning to stay there a couple of days so we can fully enjoy all the facilities there. We'll see how it goes.

She's No More Glamorous Than I

She's top of my list yet I still despise her. Cruel irony.

I like Joyce, whoever she is. She's the only one at MediVet who has been nice to me so far. She sounded really sweet over the phone and I can't wait to meet her in person soon. I can tell she's a woman who's true to her word and makes things move right away. Unlike certain people there who think real low of me just because they're doctors and I'm fresh out of school whose names I shall not mention here.

*grumblegrumble*

Chances being slim to none, I don't care. I'm ready to dive in head-first and take chances along the way. If things go awry once again, I already have back-ups in mind. I always have back-ups. Always. From important documents to school assignments to boyfriends. It never hurts to have a back-up.

Speaking of dumbasses, the so-called "brilliant" plan me and my lovely partner in crime have been trumping on about for the past four days or so went down splendidly, although not exactly in the way we had expected it to. Well, who cares about how it's done, the end results is what counts right? It doesn't matter which route you take as long as you reach your desired destination. I wish wish wish I could say more but I dare not.

Judgement Day is not far off from where we stand,

hand-in-hand; just us against the world.