Guess what?
I've been soda-free for 97 days now and have currently lost a total of 16.3lbs.
No chance I'm going to stop there.
No chance I'm going to stop there.
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Dec. 29th, 2010
Oct. 10th, 2010
I'm back!
location: Boise, ID
mood: 
cheerful
cheerfulAnyway, I just came back to Boise from a long-ass month and a half long vacation back home in Singapore. Everything's changed so much! When I left, everything was still under construction, or not demolished yet. Imagine when I took 14 to Orchard, turned the corner and WHOA. Everything's shiny and new.
And I didn't even go in!
I had an amazing time back home, though. I couldn't post about going back to Singapore, because if I did, then one of my objectives would've been ruined. Basically, I planned my trip back home in secret, with the blessings of my parents and brother. I wanted to surprise a whole lot of people (which I did). The first night I was back, it was my grandma's 82nd birthday celebration. None of my cousins including my grandparents knew I was coming back, so I surprised them all, heehee. Char's reaction was the funniest, "I am SHOCKED!" Hehehehe.
Later that week, it was Linus' 30th birthday celebration, and they didn't know I was gonna turn up. I did, secretly, with the help Dongli. It was funny, because it's difficult for me to hide behind Dongli... and I heard from within the restaurant, Linus saying, "Eh that girl behind Dongli look alot like Perlin." until I actually came out from hiding. Hahaha, so fun.
I tried to meet up with as many people as I could, but it wasn't easy. I did however catch up with an old friend of mine, Johnny. We bonded again over Manchester United, and I met a lot of members of the local Man Utd supporters club, called United for United, and hanging out with them was a hoot. A lot like my gamer buddies from TF2 called [Zouk], they are more than just a group of people with a common interest, they are a FAMILY. Well, two more of my families now, anyway. ;)
I think almost everything else paled in comparison to that.
Saw the doctors (yay subsidised healthcare!) and stuff, but I'm not comfortable posting that here right now, so that'll have to wait.
Other than that, I'm doing GREAT, after a horrible flight and bad experience at SFO (no surprises there). So ready to fly to Seattle to get my car too! Hehehe. :D
Aug. 8th, 2010
Aug. 6th, 2010
Well, whaddya know.
I'm normally not one to hold a grudge, but I just realised that I can be an incredibly bitter person, about something, or someone. Resentful, bitter, and constantly angry about something or someone I have no control over. It usually starts off small, then grows into something massive. Then it churns and churns inside me like butter. Only that I'm lactose intolerant.
I did not know that about myself. The uh, bitter part, not the lactose intolerant part.
Anyway, moving on, just to put things in perspective. There's a woman I met who came into the United States on a Visa Waiver Program (VWP). For those of you who know, Singaporeans can travel to the United States for 90 days at a time on the VWP without having to apply for a travel visa, like you would need to if you were travelling to China, for example. So anyway, woman I met, came to the United States on a VWP, claimed she had no intention of getting married even though that was her full intention, got married, filed for an I-130 and subsequently got her green card. Of course, they had a lawyer help them out through the.. ah.. loopholes.
HOW THE FUCK IS THAT FAIR.
If I knew I could've lied my way through the bureaucratic red tape, I still probably wouldn't have done it, but if I did, it definitely would've saved Karl and I several thousands of dollars and a lot of time, too. But no, we went by the normal, legal and conscience-free route. I'm just so bitter about people like that, who think they can get away with everything just because they have money.
Maybe I'm just bitter about rich people. At least the kind that seem to think the rules don't apply to them, or the kind that think that they are better human beings because they have money. I've said it once, and I'll say it again, don't think for a mere second that people with less money than you are any less human, or that they're not "trying hard enough", because from what I understand, most of the hardest workers are the ones that are looked down on the most. That pisses me off. Without those workers, the rich would have nothing. Who's going to build their multi-million dollar summer abode? Who's going to be their chauffer, butler, maid, dry-cleaner, food service personnel, TV repairman, mechanic, gardener, etc? Who's going to deliver their mail, their newspaper, make their double-shot skinny latte with soy whipped cream? Other rich people? HAH!
All right, I think I'm done. /end rant
In other news, I couldn't afford to hire a driving instructor, but my father-in-law taught me well. I got a perfect clean score on my driver's test a couple of weeks ago, and am now a licensed driver, yay! I will also be purchasing a (used) car some time in October.
My sleep schedule is screwed up too. Yay.
blankI did not know that about myself. The uh, bitter part, not the lactose intolerant part.
Anyway, moving on, just to put things in perspective. There's a woman I met who came into the United States on a Visa Waiver Program (VWP). For those of you who know, Singaporeans can travel to the United States for 90 days at a time on the VWP without having to apply for a travel visa, like you would need to if you were travelling to China, for example. So anyway, woman I met, came to the United States on a VWP, claimed she had no intention of getting married even though that was her full intention, got married, filed for an I-130 and subsequently got her green card. Of course, they had a lawyer help them out through the.. ah.. loopholes.
HOW THE FUCK IS THAT FAIR.
If I knew I could've lied my way through the bureaucratic red tape, I still probably wouldn't have done it, but if I did, it definitely would've saved Karl and I several thousands of dollars and a lot of time, too. But no, we went by the normal, legal and conscience-free route. I'm just so bitter about people like that, who think they can get away with everything just because they have money.
Maybe I'm just bitter about rich people. At least the kind that seem to think the rules don't apply to them, or the kind that think that they are better human beings because they have money. I've said it once, and I'll say it again, don't think for a mere second that people with less money than you are any less human, or that they're not "trying hard enough", because from what I understand, most of the hardest workers are the ones that are looked down on the most. That pisses me off. Without those workers, the rich would have nothing. Who's going to build their multi-million dollar summer abode? Who's going to be their chauffer, butler, maid, dry-cleaner, food service personnel, TV repairman, mechanic, gardener, etc? Who's going to deliver their mail, their newspaper, make their double-shot skinny latte with soy whipped cream? Other rich people? HAH!
All right, I think I'm done. /end rant
In other news, I couldn't afford to hire a driving instructor, but my father-in-law taught me well. I got a perfect clean score on my driver's test a couple of weeks ago, and am now a licensed driver, yay! I will also be purchasing a (used) car some time in October.
My sleep schedule is screwed up too. Yay.
Apr. 26th, 2010
Sad Movies Always Make Me Cry.
How long has it been, between this update and the last? I figured it must have been a while. Apparently, the last time I actually blogged was two days before my birthday this year, in mid-March. A lot has happened since then, but most already know the details so I will not get into too much detail.
In a nutshell, it seemed like they decided that I was too different from them and I didn't want to be put down by them anymore so we went our separate ways. It's been very hard. Basically what happened was that they said that I was TOO young, TOO immature, and was also called stupid by one of their husbands just because I did not agree with their politics. It's been pretty degrading and I hated it. Still, I think I'm better off for it. If they cannot accept me at my worst, then they do not deserve me at my best.
Anyway, there is this one movie that almost never fails to make me cry at a certain point. It's a chick flick. In fact, it's even less (for lack of a better term) than a chick flick, it's a TEEN chick flick, by the name of "A Cinderella Story", starring Hilary Duff as Sam Montgomery and Chad Michael Murray as Austin Ames. You may be thinking, "It's just a chick flick. Why would you cry? I thought you liked Action movies."
Fact: I like romantic comedies more than I do action flicks.
Bet you never saw that one coming. Anyway, back on track. There is one particular scene in the movie that strikes me deep in the heart every time, and it's just after Sam chastises Austin in the boy's locker room of their high school, just before the championship football game. Heading out into the darkened school corridor, Sam is met by her best friend Carter Farrell (played by Dan Byrd), who says "... I thought you could use a friend, c'mere." and hugs her.
This scene ALWAYS gets me. It doesn't matter how often I've seen the movie, or if I fast-forward to this particular scene, it always gets me. And it makes me feel extremely lonely. Makes me feel like I'm a shitty friend, makes me feel like I never had a friend like that, who would go out of their way to just give me a hug. Movies like these always have the main protagonist and their best friend, or BFF. Looking back at my life, I never really had one. Ever. My imaginary friends don't count.
I've always striven to be a good friend. I really have. But when people expect certain things of you, you just kinda break down and shatter. Or at least that's what happened with me. I try to be the friend I want to have, know what I mean? I try not to be too judgmental, I try to be there for them whenever, I try to comfort them when they're down. I try. But that's all I can do, try. Am I not trying hard enough?
I feel awful because most of my friends are in Singapore, and I can't always be there for them the way I was before, with midnight walks downtown just talking, phonecalls and whatnot, and being actually able to meet up or communicate without the issue of timezones getting in the way. Now that a few of my friends are having problems, I cannot truly be there for them and it makes me feel like crap.
Or maybe it's just my lack of self-esteem.
Either way, long-distance relationships, be they between friends, families or otherwise are just difficult to handle, and very trying on a person. AND THEY SUCK. Big time. So word of advice to anyone in, going into a long-distance relationship of ANY kind, be careful. Be very, very careful. You have to be prepared for what is in store, and believe me... it's not pretty. But patience brings the greatest rewards, so it's not ALL bad.
And to my friends out there in Singapore and otherwise, even though I may not chat with you as often as I did, I'm always here for you if you need me.
blahIn a nutshell, it seemed like they decided that I was too different from them and I didn't want to be put down by them anymore so we went our separate ways. It's been very hard. Basically what happened was that they said that I was TOO young, TOO immature, and was also called stupid by one of their husbands just because I did not agree with their politics. It's been pretty degrading and I hated it. Still, I think I'm better off for it. If they cannot accept me at my worst, then they do not deserve me at my best.
Anyway, there is this one movie that almost never fails to make me cry at a certain point. It's a chick flick. In fact, it's even less (for lack of a better term) than a chick flick, it's a TEEN chick flick, by the name of "A Cinderella Story", starring Hilary Duff as Sam Montgomery and Chad Michael Murray as Austin Ames. You may be thinking, "It's just a chick flick. Why would you cry? I thought you liked Action movies."
Fact: I like romantic comedies more than I do action flicks.
Bet you never saw that one coming. Anyway, back on track. There is one particular scene in the movie that strikes me deep in the heart every time, and it's just after Sam chastises Austin in the boy's locker room of their high school, just before the championship football game. Heading out into the darkened school corridor, Sam is met by her best friend Carter Farrell (played by Dan Byrd), who says "... I thought you could use a friend, c'mere." and hugs her.
This scene ALWAYS gets me. It doesn't matter how often I've seen the movie, or if I fast-forward to this particular scene, it always gets me. And it makes me feel extremely lonely. Makes me feel like I'm a shitty friend, makes me feel like I never had a friend like that, who would go out of their way to just give me a hug. Movies like these always have the main protagonist and their best friend, or BFF. Looking back at my life, I never really had one. Ever. My imaginary friends don't count.
I've always striven to be a good friend. I really have. But when people expect certain things of you, you just kinda break down and shatter. Or at least that's what happened with me. I try to be the friend I want to have, know what I mean? I try not to be too judgmental, I try to be there for them whenever, I try to comfort them when they're down. I try. But that's all I can do, try. Am I not trying hard enough?
I feel awful because most of my friends are in Singapore, and I can't always be there for them the way I was before, with midnight walks downtown just talking, phonecalls and whatnot, and being actually able to meet up or communicate without the issue of timezones getting in the way. Now that a few of my friends are having problems, I cannot truly be there for them and it makes me feel like crap.
Or maybe it's just my lack of self-esteem.
Either way, long-distance relationships, be they between friends, families or otherwise are just difficult to handle, and very trying on a person. AND THEY SUCK. Big time. So word of advice to anyone in, going into a long-distance relationship of ANY kind, be careful. Be very, very careful. You have to be prepared for what is in store, and believe me... it's not pretty. But patience brings the greatest rewards, so it's not ALL bad.
And to my friends out there in Singapore and otherwise, even though I may not chat with you as often as I did, I'm always here for you if you need me.
