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2011年6月5日星期日
Beginning of the Month
I'm back!
Went to Bukit Tinggi with ze family. It's like almost 5 or 6 years since the last time we visit there. Well, there's really nothing much to say about. Because, no offense, but in Malaysia tourism, you can only visit during the first year. As time goes by, all the constructions and facilities are no longer that beautiful anymore. That is also one of the reason i'm not posting any pictures here. Just in case i spoiled the image. Still, it's not a pain to visit once. =) But it was quite refreshing to breath another kind of air up there. I dont know whether its polluted or not. At least they smell nicer than the busy hustle city. Plus there's a lot of green trees and bushed around, good for eyesight. And its on a hill, there's some places you have to climb the hill, good for exercise too. (Which my calf is suffering muscle pain now. >.<|||) Still, a small tiny advice, after the whole trip and observation, just a small tiny advice. Dont ever wear heals or short mini skirt to these place. Because your legs will suffer and you cant enjoy the whole view from the hill. So, wear flats and casual wearing. No need to put heavy makeup, as there's a lot of clown in the French Village. ^.^ * Yes, i'm sick again. This is the second time. And its just only the beginning of the month! Buddha~ This time, i highly suspect i got the virus from the office. Because everyone was sick. Some of them even have to apply for MC. Me, working in the same room with them, tell me, whats my chances of not getting it? This time is so tormenting. My nose and eyes are so killing me. I cant breath easily. I keep making funny noise. I feel like sneezing all the time, but i cant sneeze. My eyes are looking like zombies. My eyebags are dark in color and they really look like bags under my eyes. Plus, i cant feel my eyes are open all the time. I feel sleepy. So, yes, its only the beginning of the month and here i'm suffering. Buddha, why cant you treat me any nicer? * A lot of people are asking me, how are us now? Especially those who knows the full story. To be exact, i didnt really tell the story till the end. We both are back together. This time with more understanding and appreciation. We both know that, this is part of the journey and we have to overcome it. At that point, yes, we almost gone through a breakup. Even i strongly dont have the confident of seeing us in the future. I doubt our relationship. After that talk, we came to an agreement, saying its best that we both be single. This time, he will no let me go. Instead he will use this period of time to build back the confident for both of us. In another word, we will start everything all over again. From fancy, to confess, to being together. We didnt have that confess moment before. We went straight to being in relationship. Twice. Then after a period of time, we thought it will be nice if we will be together again. Thats when he ask me again the question. With more consideration and a little bit of faith, i say yes. Thats why i havent got the chance to take off my ring. Thats why i havent got the chance to change my desktop wallpaper. Thats why i havent got the chance to change my relationship status on Facebook. Thats why i havent got the chance to explain everything yet. Right now, in the moment, i dont wish for anything.
But i only want myself to be more rational and always find a way to solve crisis. No more dodging, as the problem still exist. Maybe sometimes i really need a meditation class... |