Yes, I’m back in KL. Back to the house with plenty of laughter, joy and happiness. Inevitably, moments of exasperation would set in dotting the whole happy ambience when conflicts appear among those boys, but they only serve to make the moments after even sweeter.
Five months of separation created a huge and fierce longing to be in their company. This anticipation grew especially strong during the last seven weeks of countdown and finally culminated in this childishly exhilarating reunion. Childish, because we would be willingly, happily and beautifully reduced to being children, all over again.
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Excuse Me, Do You Speak The Xiao Xin Lingo?
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I’ve read many personal development books, and many of them swear by the belief that happiness comes from within. It’s inside you. Happiness doesn’t come from a gleaming new half a million dollars sports car. Nor does it come from a wardrobe full of branded clothes, bags, scarves and shoes.
It comes from what’s inside you – your emotions, thoughts, feelings. It is what you feed to your inner soul that emanates to your brain that tells you that you’re happy.
Now, I swear by these too. And I also witnessed one more thing that will make you feel, think and have loving and positive feelings, thoughts and emotions. What is it?
Those fingers gently yet firmly caressed my arms in masterful strokes, moving up and down. The slightly rough bits found in the scrub added texture and pressure to the massage. I could feel the dead cells of my skin exfoliated, scrubbed and cleansed. Instantly, I was one kilogram lighter.
Then, those same fingers found their way to my upper shoulders and kneaded away my fatigue, before ending their voyage on my face. I could feel the molecules on those areas being teased and pampered as my pressure points were lovingly tended to, sending a wave of bliss over my entire body and soul. It was like I was floating in the air. The warmth of the bed reminded me that I was still rooted: I was on Earth, and not heaven.
Julie and Julia. These two women don’t just share a similar name. They are intimately connected by one deep passion too, despite separated by space and time. Julie is at a crossroad in her life. Not someone who has ever completed something in her life before, she gamely takes up the suggestion of her husband to start a blog. After a few rounds of to-and-fro on what to write, she decides to challenge herself to blog about cooking. Not just ordinary cooking where she does when she has time or the mood to, but to finish cooking 52 recipes by the famous celebrity chef Julia Child in 365 days.
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She’s Inspired By The Other She Who’s Inspiring!
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TGIF? Well not really for me. It’s been a really, really dry week for me. And I mean that as I have no idea what to write for the entire week! Gosh!
At Stuart’s suggestion, I went out yesterday. With an original plan to sit at a cafe and watch the world go by, I changed my course and decided to prowl for my elusive mobile phone! Off I went to Funan IT Mall (you may ask, why there? Well, because some guy from HTC Customer Service told me Challenger and one more shop at Funan had live sets for me to test before I decide which model to buy!). Didn’t get to test any HTC sets (those shops mentioned didn’t really carry any, save for one model per store. Ha!) except for the super heavy HTC Touch Pro 2, which was a tad too weighty for me, hence it was eliminated from my watchlist.
I’m not sure if the other users feel the same way, but it has certainly scored huge brownie points with me. Gauging from my relatively high standards (er-hem, I think so) when it comes to customer service, I suppose this little thoughtful gesture from M1 is, indeed, sweet!
Doing some research on the ground as I began my search, few weeks ago, for a mobile phone (again!), I was having two (or three?) minds on the provider to sign up with. Starhub has its carrot dangling with their hub discounts, effectively pushing Singtel out of the ballgame temporarily. Unless I’m getting the iPhone.
The pangs of regret hit you so sharply you feel as if you’re being cut into shreds, your body torn into pieces and falling flatly on the ground, getting stepped on by the many pairs of brisk feet rustling over, digging into your pain each step they take as if telling you that you deserve this punishment. You can feel the pain in your heart, and not one second passes without you berating yourself “How can I be so careless? How could I have misplaced it?”
