End of 2008.
To this point i’m thinking of how the past year has just breezed through and am still sinking in the very fact that it’ll be gone real soon. so i’ve come to a conclusion of writing this post. According to the number of years i’ve lived for the current year and coming up with the number of significant things i’ve done and has happened and hoped to do and the plans got screwed and list the 21 of them down. also apart from that, apparently turning 21 is supposed to be some sort of a turning point and is supposed to be significant. perhaps it is. that’s something i shall conclude towards the end.
one.
i successfully turned twenty-one without getting sloshed and without any parties like how i wanted it.
two.
i’ve discovered that sometimes in the battle of friendship vs. love? friendship somehow conquers.
three.
i figured who the real friends are and made some pretty wise choices.
four.
i figured out what i wanted to do with life. better late than never.
five.
i gave up alcohol.
six.
i’m no longer much of a party animal. (unless necessary.)
seven.
i figured that my little plans of things will never ever go the way i want it to.
eight.
i rediscovered my love for cars which i don’t why i ever left behind.
nine.
i thought i got it all figured and i was independant. perhaps i was but realised i was consoling myself of being alone.
ten.
i learnt that the bestest friends i have aren’t close to perfect and it doesn’t matter for what matters most is they accept me for who i am and may not exactly seem like the most reliable people ever but i would trust my life in their hands.
eleven.
i learnt that patience does pay off.
twelve.
i grew fond of falling asleep in someone else’s arms. i never could do that.
thirteen.
i finally understood the joy of receiving flowers.
fourteen.
i figured valentine’s doesn’t suck so bad.
fifteen.
i gave up my ‘grinch’ years of loathing christmas.
sixteen.
i admit defeat that indeed i was surprised. (-.-)”
seventeen.
i learnt that bringing down your walls is hard and a huge risk that sometimes pays off.
eighteen.
i learnt that being who you are isn’t necessarily perfect but it’s okay.
nineteen.
i’ve stayed in a relationship for this long and boredom never struck my mind.
twenty.
i fell in love. eventhough i was sticking to the ‘old lady with 29 cats plan’.
twenty-one.
most of all, i found a best friend in that person i fell for.
sure sounds like a perfect year. there were hiccups along the way but that’s not the point. i guess things don’t necessarily have to suck that bad. i guess that’s why the year just breezed right through and soon it’ll be 2009.
So i guess that’s it for now.
Happy 2009!
P.S: i hope that you find a certain spark in your year and the many years to come.
rabbit season!
well, only i would know what that means.
anyways, been some time since i got back to this after a whole whirlwind of things and then also it’s the end of the year so i’m still figuring out what to do before the year ends and the new begins.
i’m in need of inspiration.
oh well, til i get inspired.
P.S: i got my phone back but haven’t taken any pictures due to being busy.
He said, “Don’t go blogging about this.”
i got me a new toy!
hehehe.
*grins from ear to ear*
P.S: you know i love you but i can’t help it. i’m a happy jini!
auld lang syne.
i know the year’s coming to an end but just not quite yet. this isn’t about that but somehow relates to it.
i’m sure you know the words to the folk song. but think of it once more. it’s of old friends and acquaintances.
well, was hanging out with someone i’ve known since i was 13. trust me, we go way back.
it was definitely nice. well, anyone would find it completely odd that 1 of my best friends is actually an ex-boyfriend but who cares. the romantic feelings days are way long gone but the up side of it is where he’s the one person that knows me so well and reads me like an open book. it’s really nice hanging out with him. mainly because i can talk to him about absolutely anything and it wouldn’t be awkward. he just knows how i function.
then comes the part where occasionally we recall the old times. back then i was definitely head over heels in love with him. now i do care for him alot because despite the fact things didn’t end with ‘happily ever after’ with us, i know he’s an amazing man that deserves the very best and of course, we’re way better off as best friends since we know each other so well. talk about the perks of it.
but anyways, it’s funny when you reminisce about your innocence and adolescence and most of all what time has done to you. it’s weird but i appreciate having him around for he’s the bestest friend i could ever have. it seems totally weird but it’s nice to think of happy times and laugh at all sorts of things we’ve done.
now i look back and have a smile stuck on my face thinking how far i’ve been and really appreciate having these rare few still close and dear to me.
i shall end this with a toast to innocence and a toast to time.
P.S: i’ll be coming to help you in every way when it comes to the day you get hitched and yes, i’ll be in a saree.
Shoes!
Extreme Dior Gladiator Platform
i definitely wouldn’t mind a pair of this anytime.
it’s only 770USD.
i know…
women and their shoes.
shoes make me happy. i go fat or thin it’s still the bloody same size.
but now something’s irritating the daylights out of me.
why do bloody online blogshops not have a UK size 40? it’s blasphemy.
i’m not the only bloody person on earth with awkwardly big feet. maybe it’s just this country i live in. it annoys me how i can almost never seem to be able to find sexy shoes. grrrr…
P.S: i can’t sleep… again.
i loathe medical facilities.
NOTE: this post is not meant to offend my fellow medical students out there.
well, i just don’t like being anywhere near medical facilities nor being in one. i’ve spent the past two days in one and i swear nurses these days are just PMS-ing every effing day and it’s not even funny.
somehow while i was effing hungry one had to tick me off by being the laziest effing arse on earth.
it’s not my fault if you’re effing lazy and find it that challenging to get housekeeping to make up an effing bed. for the love of God, even i can do it in 5 minutes. you lazy f***.
anyways, despite the fact of cranky nurses i’ve met really good one’s but after the past two days i swear the good one’s are going through extinction.
the main reason why i hate the sight of hospitals is because i spent my childhood visiting one way too often. definitely much more than i should.
you see, i was a rather sickly child with frequent visits to the hospital due to my kick arse asthma. trust me i swear it was bad. the sleepless nights being unable to breathe crying yourself to sleep was nasty. then the midnight trips just because i can’t bloody breathe. i swear i was driven bonkers by the trips and the meds.
try asking my man how hard it is to get me to see a doctor or shove medicine down my throat. that’s how bad i am.
anywho, i just feel completely uncomfortable in such places and however long the period of time i might spend there visiting even with my superb sense of direction i swear i always get lost. that’s how badly i despise it.
next thing is a crippling fear of mine.
surgical needles.
i faint at the sight of surgical needles.
blood and flesh and gore doesn’t make me queasy but surgical needles do.
bottomline, i loathe hospitals and don’t want to see them no more.
P.S: don’t you dare try making me faint with surgical needles for i swear when i regain conciousness i will effing murder you. i mean slit your throat leaving you gasping for air and slicing bits and pieces of your body leaving you to watch yourself bleed to death and yes i’d restrain you while doing so. thank you.
fall apart.
i’m having a splitting headache due to constant interrupted sleep.
my plans of working out got screwed.
i need to rant.
i’m so so very tired.
i’m contented with the whole thing of being in a relationship but every now and then i need my space. i’m lacking that at the moment. i don’t feel right.
i love things now but i miss the pointless talks with my friends. i miss being able to speak to someone else and have a different opinion of my issues since sometimes you can’t spill it to your half. i guess i miss being independant. so badly.
if only someone understood what i meant.
it doesn’t mean you love the person any less if you’re with friends. it doesn’t mean anything else. it just means that i am my independant self and i do have a world apart from you. the difference is the importance level of everything.
no point saying so.
just feel like falling apart.
P.S: i need some ‘me time’ badly. coffee tomorrow sounds heavenly.
