The story of us

Time really does fly!

I can't believe the boy and I have been together for a whole of 4 years now! I feel so lucky and so grateful everyday that I have this boy in my life and I can't imagine life any other way.

Made a photobook for my favourite boy documenting our story. Its super basic because I'm not very artsy-fartsy (although I try and fail to be) hahahaha but it makes my heart warm.

The boy - reading the book HAHA look at that cute chubby face C:

See below for blurry view of the book.

Made online and printed by Photobook Malaysia :D


The boy - expert in defusing bombs

Transferring this piece from Dayre to my blog since I am now officially back to blogging!!

Yesterday the boy and I were running late for our movie. Somehow he was taking his own sweet time parking so I got annoyed lol

🙍: Stop wasting time! Why are you...

*he cuts me off by talking loudly over me*

👨: HARO!!! HARO HARO!!!!

*i start laughing*

👧: Whats that! Why suddenly haro haro!

👨: Cause you were going to scold me! So I quickly haro haro!


This boy. He really knows how to get out of trouble. How to scold when hes so cute!!!

He does this EVERY time.

He has this bad habit of being late. So he knows I am upset when I step out of the house.

This fella.. as soon as I open the car door, puts on his cute face that he knows I can't get mad at.

But I try to resist anyway.

🙍: You're late
👨: bb. *continues to make face*
🙍: You know I don't like it when you're late
👨: bb. Did you see my face?


Then I cannot tahans and will laugh and squeeze his cheeks. So adorbs and annoying at the same time.
This boy does not fight fair!
Or more like, this boy so smart, know how to defuse a fight 😂

Rekindling this old flame

To state that it has been awhile since my last blog entry would be an understatement haha. Clearly it has been years!!

Well, the good thing about have a wiiiide gap between blog entries is that now I can share my learnings these past years (imagine a wise old man, stroking his beard) with past me.

Dear Youngling – the gap between your teeth that you thought was a sign of you growing up was really just your wisdom tooth on your bottom jaw growing perpendicularly. As it had not touched your other teeth at that point yet, there was a gap where food kept getting stuck in that annoyed you endlessly… well, that is, until it grew further and actually starting pushing your other teeth that all started to hurt like hell because they were being pushed out of place in your gums.

You started to have dreams of your teeth falling out that was heck unpleasant and thanked God in the morning when you realized they were still firmly in place. Because of your fear of seeing dentists, you held in there and dealt with the pain, until one day you really couldn’t anymore that you went into an empty meeting room during working hours and called up a dentist to make an appointment to check your teeth out.

The x-ray scan of your jaw freaked you out when you saw both the wisdom tooth on your jaw growing 90 degrees to your other teeth – also when the dentist said that the root was wrapped around your nerve and that there was a 1% chance of your face going paralyzed if the extraction did not go smoothly.

You searched up the best wisdom tooth extraction dentist that you could find over the internet, that had RAVE reviews. RAVE REVIEWS! And booked an appointment. You were a nervous wreck. There was a very pretty nurse there who could tell how nervous you were and kept comforting you with words of encouragement throughout the horrible session. Even the dentist got nervous because you were nervous (IM SORRY, IM SO SORRY, BUT IT WAS HELLA SCARY) and he injected your gums many times with the good-ol’ numbing stuff just in case.

You expected it to feel like nothing, but you could feel how much pressure the dentist was applying to drill your tooth, and there was a very weird prickly sensation that you couldn’t decide if it was pain or not but it felt weird and you were afraid it meant something was wrong. Clearly the tingling prickly sensation WAS pain, but numbed down to such a subdued level it was just a little sensation – but nevertheless, being your FIRST TIME having a wisdom tooth extracted, with the words HALF YOUR FACE PARALYZED looming over your head, the whole ordeal was a nightmare.

The dentist later said (after successful extraction - with no credits to you because you were probably the lousiest, most difficult patient he ever had) that you should be administered under GA for your next extraction because it was too stressful for him, knowing how scared you were. WHOOPS.

Well, you have always been a worry wart. IM SORRY. IM SORRY. I SAID IM SORRY. BUT IT WAS HELLA SCARY OK!

Truth is, I tell you this story now and guess what – there is a gap forming on the right side of my jaw. The other wisdom tooth has come out to play. I really don’t want to go through that again but I know I will have no choice – but right now I am putting it off. I don’t know how long I can put it off for. Logic and sensibility is telling me to go extract it now but my fear and worry is telling me IT CAN WAIT FOREVER. And IT WILL STOP GROWING CAUSE MY TOOTH IS JUST SMART LIKE THAT. And CAN IT WAIT TILL AFTER CHINESE NEW YEAR and AFTER MY HOLIDAYS and WHY NOT JUST STOP GROWING IM SERIOUS. IT COULD HAPPEN RIGHT?!

So yes, I am putting it off for a month. I will extract this in March – I think. I pray it does not give me any trouble in the next month. PLEASE BODY, PLEASE BE SMART.

I’ve heard other people’s experiences about getting their wisdom tooth extracted but none quite as harrowing as mine – because apparently everyone else I know is much cooler than myself. HAHAHAHAHA they felt the prickly sensation, identified with it, and were like *shrug* while I was panicking in the seat with stupid thoughts running through my mind. THANK YOU BRAIN. THANK YOU.

Also, I have mixed thoughts about going under GA because there are also horror stories about body falling asleep but actually mind still awake and can still feel ALL THE PAIN? OMG WHAT THE FREAK! And stories about NOT BEING ABLE TO WAKE UP?

That’s way worse than going through the whole ordeal – so okay, okay. DEEEEEP breath. I will probably have to go through it again one more time, maybe with a different dentist because I don’t think the last one will take me anymore (shy) even though I thought he was brilliant. IM STILL SO SORRY BUT IT WAS HELLA SCARY. But for now, let’s just be happy and smile and pray at least I don’t have to go through it for another month or so, yes?

Anyway, what triggered this entry was me reading through old entries. I scroll through them once in awhile and it is always nice to reminisce old days, and read through them from the words of my younger self :) I guess I just want to continue on with this online journal so that I have something to read when I am older than I am now – to reflect on these days and my silliness/ wiseness (HA! Wiseness isn’t even a word) and remember how it felt living through these days and how happy my days are, ALTHOUGH SOMETIMES HELLA SCARY, but what is life without a bit of drama, eh?

And above all else, to love myself and remind myself that there is nothing to be ashamed of! HAHAHA One of the reasons I hold back from blogging – aside from being lazy – is that because I am working now, I am afraid of random colleagues stumbling across this blog (it really is not hard to find) and reading all the stupid thoughts that run through my mind.

I am not ashamed of myself, never have been, I am just thick skinned like that and I love my stupidity as much as my smartidity – KIDDING – I meant intelligence but I really wanted to rhyme. But I guess we all want to maintain some sort of professionalism, especially at work, and colleagues reading this may suddenly view me a little differently? I don’t know.

Well I have stumbled across colleague’s blogs before and had my fits full of laughter because I thought it was so adorable and my views didn’t really change. Then again, I can’t speak for the general population and we LIVE IN DAYS FULL OF PEOPLE READY TO LAY ON THEIR JUDGEMENT. So I don’t know. I dread having to one day make this blog private, because I don’t like the idea of making anything private – I AINT GOT NO NOTHING TO HIDE!! But I guess to protect worklife, one day, I may have to.

Also with my memory I am afraid of losing the password for this blog and NEVER BEING ABLE TO ACCESS AND READ MY PAST ENTRIES EVER AGAIN so there’s THAT risk of going private. Let’s see.

Till then.

My world is still pretty much filled with candy canes, rainbows and unicorns.

And I still love everyone VERY MUCH.


Older than before.

So I turned 22 this month. Oddly enough, 21 is supposed to be the defining age but 21 felt very much like 20, and 20 felt very much like 19 and 19 felt identical to 18, there really wasn't a turning point then and I didnt understand what the whole fuss was about. Sadly, I do now. So turning 22 for me was basically my 21. 

Signs that I am older than I was before.
  1. There is a cleft between my teeth that food gets stuck in.
    I SWEAR, this was never there before this year. It deeply saddens me.
  2. I have now started work and have no life.
  3. I type serious emails at work and use as little of 'I' as possible because everyone else does it.
    (e.g. Seeking approval for blah. Appreciate assistance on this. Would like to blah.)
    I guess adding 'I' in front of things makes it personal? I HAVE NO IDEA, it befuddles me but I shall just go with the flow, my brain cannot comprehend at the moment but I am slowly getting used to it.
  4. I am aware of all my expenses and have started keeping track.
    LRT 4.60
    Lunch 15.00
    And have started saving up + give money to my parents.
  5. T.G.I.F actually means something to me.
  6. No time to watch series or catch up with friends.
I miss the times when things were simpler. But all in all, I am happy where I am today. I feel so lucky and so blessed and I believe that I have everything that I have ever wanted right here with me. So here's to 22. (:


Games Maker

Okay guys, Im so sorry ive neglected the blog for awhile now, no promises on updating it more often ): the blogging flame has kind of died down and I find I dont have the time (or rather, cant be bothered to spare the time NUUOOHH). Also, this new blogger system makes it harder for me to post photos D: so this shall be a photoless post... do view facebook for photos though :D go on, dont be shy! :D I shall now write a long and boring post because i feel boring and spent today HAHA :p

So my Olympic games maker journey has come to an end! It has been long and tiring, but also very rewarding. I got to meet and mingle with people I never would have in my life if it wasnt for this opportunity. Its crazy really! To work with people whose lives seem world's apart and how we all get along splendidly (: It was good fun working together with the army guys and royal air force people, talking to the older uncles to the young ones that dropped out of school and didnt know what else to do so went into the army. Its a little strange, sometimes it feels as if i fell into a movie when they tell me their stories, but i guess the movies get their material from somewhere. I worked together with G4S (security) folk and there was this one boy who was doing it part time and told me he's the only one in his neighbourhood to go to university and that everyone was so surprised. I think I must have looked at him in awe, good on you. Where does he find that drive and determination?

It was also really amazing to work together with the other Games Makers. I believe it was very smart of the Olympic Committee to hire volunteers for the event! (: Almost everyone is always on high spirits and have a lot of enthusiasm throughout the day. I think we, out of all the workforce, understand the most what it takes to make the games. Everyone is always eager to please, and friendly, and smiling. We're constantly moving about, dancing, laughing, chatting to spectators making them feel happy too! (: Its been wonderful getting to know and work with these people! There were so many working folks that used up ALL their annual leave just to be there and volunteer. That screams dedication!!! :D And spectators are so sweet (: They always turn to us and say thank you, or good job, or thank you for the time that you have given up for this! or they tell us they think we're amazing! :D

I've heard so many spectators ask 'WHY ARE THEY SO HAPPY?!' HAHAHAHA :D And when I turn someones frown upside down! Its such a nice feeling! (: I also think its so cute when people feel so rushed and anxious when they're going through security and have to take out everything from their pockets etc, i always go, 'its okay! you can take your time!' XD and so now i know how it feels like to be on the other side! ohohohoho (: Ive received hugs from people, and high fived kids (though one high five was special cause he was sitting on his dad's shoulders and then he held out his hand so I was the one who had to run to him to high five him. WHAT A BOSS), and even danced with an uncle in the line LOLs. Its been a good run.

I remember reading on the security white board, 'tiredness last for a short while, memories last forever.' (: The 8 hour shifts did take a lot out of me at the end of the day, but im glad i took part in this, its been a fun ride :D Thank you Olympics Committee for everything! :D

ps. on the last day of my shift, I got 2 free tickets into the Olympic Park! :D So my boy managed to come in, for the first time! I've been trying to get tickets online but I failed to do so cause they've all sold out. So that really was a stroke of luck!! Thank you to my favourite boy, for sending me every morning for my shift, and waiting for me at the end of my shift to send me home so I never have to be alone. Thanks for putting up with my tired self and being the best boyfriend I could ever wish for.


#icanrelate: Keratosis Pilaris

I've had Keratosis Pilaris from as young as i can remember. Wasn't born with it, but I think I got it sometime when I was still in primary school. These little skin coloured bumps just appeared around my tummy area one day and I didn't know what it was. They didn't itch or anything, they were just THERE. I remember running up to my mom when she got home and showing it to her and asking her what it was. First reaction was a little bit of surprise and 'i don't know, go ask your father.' So i ran to where my daddy was and asked him, and he didnt know either. So, since it didnt itch or anything, we just left it for a few days in hopes that it would go away. But then it didnt. So i remember going to the doctors and asking the doctor about it. I dont remember clearly anymore because it was so long ago, but i remember him saying that there was nothing we could do about it and it had something to do with my sweat glands... so that was that. I went home, i made my peace with it. Ugly tummy skin, okay. okay. okay. Somehow, even when i was a kid, it did matter, but i didnt really let it bother me because, hey, no one is going to know anyway right? and hopefully it goes away, right?

So many years passed. And it stayed. Ive only told a couple people about it before, because i've always felt self conscious about it, so its not like I go around showing people HEY LOOK, TINY BUMPS INNIT AWESOME. yeah, no. Not awesome. But I did show a couple of friends, I guess in some way, trying to comfort myself with ITS NOT THAT HORRIBLE through seeing the reactions of people. I've gotten a few, 'how come like that one?', 'Its not so bad, I cant really see it unless I look closely', so its not that bad I guess. But it did make me feel like a weirdo because I didnt know anyone else who has the condition, but hey, never mind. And then one day I went somewhere with a couple of friends and i saw that a friend of mine had it too! TT For the first time, I felt like I was not alone, its sad that he had it as well, but it also consoled me a little bit. And then another friend saw and made the comment that he's dirty and didn't shower D: So that deflated my self esteem a little bit and I tried to defend him with 'I dont think cleanliness has anything to do with it' but at the same time, I wasnt going to offer myself up and say I had it too. Cause it made me feel kind of dirty and gross then ):

But again, never mind. I made my peace with it. And I figured, anyone who likes me is going to like me for me right? This shouldn't matter right? And its not SO BAD. But then recently, its been getting worse. Ive been getting more spots and its even spread to my arm and its freaking me out. So I googled it (not that i never googled it before, but last time, i.e. many years ago, it didnt pull up any results) and the words Keratosis Pilaris came up. And I was like, THATS IT. THATS WHAT I HAVE. WHAT I HAVE, HAS A NAME. And a lot of sources said that there is no cure. You may grow out of it and that 1 out of 4 people in the world has it and that it is hereditary. No, nothing to do with cleanliness, its just your body producing too much keratin. OH YOU BODY, YOU. WHY YOU SO EFFICIENT EH!?!? =.= But basically. It was depressing to see the words NO CURE, but at the same time, again, comforting to know, NOT ALONE. NOT MY FAULT. I came across this website that sells Kerafree, which is apparently this lotion thats supposed to cure this, but Ive read reviews and its pretty mixed. Some says its been making the condition worse, some says it helps, i dont know. Also, its very pricey, so ive decided i dont want to take the risk, considering the price and the mixed reviews. So never mind.

But, upon more googling, I found this video,

I dont know if you watched it but basically the girl says she uses this cleansing scrub and moisturizes and it cures her skin! :D So I bought the scrub online and have been using it. The ones of my arm are not as bad anymore though the ones around my tummy area are still there, but hopefully they'll go away with time. (: But just in case anyone else out there has it as well, hopefully this can help you as well, or you could alternatively always try Kerafree, link here, its 40pounds (: It was so nice to read the comments on the youtube video that it made me laugh and kind of want to cry, because those people suffer the same condition and everything they say resonates with me and how I've always felt. Its so nice to feel like you're not alone. And im so glad I've found someone who cares for me and doesn't give a shit about this KERATOSIS PILARIS and doesn't allow me to call it ALIEN SKIN, although i still always do. :O Thank you, boy

Alright, for all you people out there who have keratosis pilaris aka chicken skin (I had no idea they called it that), #icanrelate. And its not the worst thing in the world (: Its okay. *patpat* For all those of you who don't, GOOD FOR YOU and please dont make mean comments about it D: It really eats into someones self esteem and thats not very nice. People should always, ALWAYS watch what they say. Because a offhanded comment does still really hurt. But anyway.

x Back to studying (: