tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84923542563454846952024-03-04T22:20:52.629-08:00الطفل أيوب+65 SG TIMING: EVERY SUNDAYAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10389193469891794920noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492354256345484695.post-78725231023254283172017-04-17T12:04:00.003-07:002017-04-17T12:04:41.789-07:00PRESSUREI haven't been posting quite lately - because my laptop had been conquered by both of my parents (constant access to the internet to watch their Korean & CSI series) - damn that feeling!<br />
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I had been having serious conversation with Taufiq and this actually concerned our future together. I had been planning for a simple one compared to his usual assumption without having to put much of a consideration. Eventually that pissed me off and having had to settle the issue, i decided to not pay much attention on it and instead i planned the people around me with certain designation.<br />
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I came to a decision where my youngest aunt will don my makeup and a few of them to do my henna while the rest of the family will become the obstacles for the groom. Well that was partially my plan and talking about catering and stuff - still got a long way to go!<br />
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However the crucial part is the money $$ - i had not save any yet!<br />
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Yikes! (but that's the truth - for now)<br />
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I am currently struggling with the income i earned out from my part time job and definitely my school that just started its new semester yesterday (Monday, 17th April).<br />
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I've been trying to convince Taufiq that i needn't need a very expensive slash grand wedding because i'm more worried for what comes after that!<br />
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We haven't got to talk about our dream house yet (that's the most important thing).<br />
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I may deny the fact that i'm not trying to put pressure on him but the truth is that - living in Singapore has always been trying to survive with or without money. Everything's rising and this is too much to take it for us. Urgh!<br />
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I clearly could see that Taufiq had been trying to earn more with his part time job while waiting for his license to be released - of which he's not liking very much of the boss and how he manages with his manpower. I know. I understand but i can't help much instead trying to give him some advice.</div>
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It's finally time for him to learn the importance of being independent and how crucial it is for him to be able to get along with the co-workers. Simple as saying that he has got to take in changes.</div>
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While on my side, i've been thinking of trying to apply a managerial post after my diploma course that ends in less than 1 year and 10 months..</div>
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I'd like to try something new instead of being in the customer service line. That sucks big time!</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: lighter;">I've been through tough times and those of which that i faced were friends. There were some who stood still for me and protected me in many ways. Some had left and gone by the wind. Not a news about them came by. Still i waited for the good old days and i had always hold on to the past. Reminiscing younger days and flashback to the times i made mistakes. I didn't wish that i could turn back time because if it hadn't been for the past or even the so-called promises with people, i wouldn't be here strongly believing that i am better off without them.</span><br />
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I created my own path and my own decisions. I worked on my own two feet and all the strength that i had to continue pushing myself up and forward. I had been independent and every broken pieces i had, i mended it on my own. I couldn't glue back the tiny shattered pieces that were left of me. I took no chances at all but for every time when i tried fixing this 'piece of me', it came crumbling down again..</div>
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So there was a period of me being endlessly tired about the fact that my life hadn't been perfect!</div>
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I was indeed brokenhearted.</div>
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I was brokenhearted not duly to the imperfection of my life instead i was saddened and disappointed of the promises my friends made with me.</div>
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At that time and till to this day, i had always thought about it - with regards to my behaviour and attitude - had i been so selfish or arrogant about something and that we had faded away slowly and some that i drew immediate lines between us?</div>
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I questioned myself endlessly!</div>
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Even to this day - the only person that i had always shared about my problems had always been with Taufiq. I guessed he's not the only person whom i vented at - there are others and who's faithfully and honestly had always been there for me through tough times - my listening ears.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10389193469891794920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492354256345484695.post-20655247816328057952017-03-30T09:29:00.002-07:002017-03-30T09:29:51.999-07:00END OF MARCHIt's already the end of March.<br />
Few things became complicated for me - from what i could tell.<br />
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I spot on to the arguments i had with Taufiq and they're mostly about our disagreement. Well mostly that i didn't agree with him - to the extent that i had always been living to such principle the entire of my independent days.<br />
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<i>There are things that Taufiq and I still need to be opened up with but that depends if we wanted to. I understand that we still have a long way to go.</i><br />
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In our relationship, i felt that Taufiq had always been the one to give in to my stubbornness.<br />
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<i>I know that i am a hot headed person and i think that i am always right when i know that sometimes i could be wrong - like a pinch of salt - but that doesn't mean that i will lower down my ego (it becomes a habit of which i am aware of it).</i><br />
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When i hear stories about other's relationship, i try to not become like any one of them - but like what Taufiq had always reminded me that there's nothing perfect in this world. Even so, there are things that we still struggle with.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">You were the first few whom had tried to court me but you were the only one whom had not given up!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I vividly remembered the first day of school and we had to play the "ice breaking game" - sort of like an introduction of ourselves to everyone. You were shy when it came to your turn. I didn't pay much attention to you because we all knew who was the eye candy in the class. I described you as the nerd (pretty naive and vain of me to call you a geek while i was one too) - frankly speaking we were ugly ducklings!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">We grew up trying to stay in contact with one another. You wondered why i considered you to be part of my circle - that of which i'm not sure because i had always felt that i'm not allowed to leave you behind. It was like i couldn't afford to lose you!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I couldn't understand then but i now clearly understood why الله had set for me this path. I believed that he wanted me to believe the true meaning of Destiny. That of which i reminisced the day it was dated back in 2006 that i won the singing competition with a song called Destiny by Misha Omar (originally to sang Disney songs but CD broke into half).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">To many times i had tried pushing you away so you could stop having hopes on me, but that didn't even bother you at all. Okay. Maybe you did. You'd say <i>Ouch</i>..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I watched you becoming the man i know you right now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I saw you struggled through every relationships you had. Tough breakdowns and heartaches left marks on you but that didn't make you weak.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Dated back in 2015, we would use to <i>lepak</i> and even stayed up late nights going out for night-cycling or simply sharing stories before you started booking-in. The night after we met with Radin and Ader, you sent me home. Correct me if i'm wrong but i remembered the very first time i laid my head on your shoulder because i was exhausted from school activities during the day. I didn't think much about the actions or hopes that i was giving you. After all at that point, i regarded you as a best friend. Nothing more..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Ever since then we were constantly meeting up and going out. We didn't really expected it to be <i>dates. </i>You told me once that with your exes, you had never even gone on a date before it got really serious. It was like a suicidal attempt on those relationships you had. I found it to be hilarious but like they said - boys and girls do crazy things when they are "together".</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">So we got together on the <i>2nd August 2015</i> (#twoaug). A day after the last show of our musical that happened on the <i>1st August 2015</i>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">The (Musical) you had attended twice however i was saddened by the fact that i couldn't attend your <i>POP. </i>All of which i am deeply thankful that you had never failed to be there for me. Just like the days when you fetched me from work or school or so - though you had booked out or booking-in a little bit later. You'd find excuses just to meet me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I always wondered why you had never gotten so sick of me even no matter how numerous times i had been selfish but yet you could be so patient with me. And for that, you had stole my heart. Your patience was full of smiles. You had never once felt so frustrated neither scolded me furiously. It didn't matter if i was in the wrong but you had the tendency to take the blame for me even when i told you not to. If that was your nature, </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">الله must have had wanted my partner to be the <i>water </i>to always cool me down.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Your presence what made me had to lower down my self-esteem and be neutral. You showed me the true meaning of love. Every courtship i went through yet my feelings were always being cheated with bogus promises but </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">الله gave you to me and everything i became to live up to, changed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">This is when reality and responsibility become part of your life. It's not a burden but a requirement. I will forever be your supportive person, i'll be the 3rd lady to constantly nag at you. I'll be someone you need but someone whom you shouldn't let go off because i love you.</span></div>
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<u><b>2nd week;</b></u><br />
6th: IPC (Inventory Management Module) - Last test<br />
8th: FOL (Fundamental of Logistics) - Presentation<br />
9th: WMH (Warehousing and Material Handling) - Test*<br />
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<b><u>3rd week;</u></b><br />
12th: Ikha's Birthday // Family Celebration (Feb Babies Birthday) // Shopping with Kanda<br />
14th-15th: Study Week<br />
18th: Pops' Birthday // Food Hygiene Course<br />
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<b><u>4th week;</u></b><br />
20th-24th: Off Days in preparation for exams<br />
25th: First aid Course<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">26th: Hidayah's Big Day!</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am definitely lost in February.</span><br />
I don't even know where to begin with!<br />
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Seems to me that i've been stressing out a lot on my exams and test as well as the presentation.<br />
Work so far has been good - manageable but wait till complaints and feedbacks come in. Unfair but it's part of the job! *Just keep smiling #positive*<br />
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The part time job as a Life Coach; i've met good and funny people. They've been good and that's what i like the most. Compared to my previous job, i guess i'm not really into office kind of stuff - it hasn't been part of my <i>"tai-chi" </i>(favourite/taste). It feels so stuck up! Especially you just gotta' watch over your sayings. Pfft! Can't even show more of what i have in me. I couldn't be free.</div>
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I am beginning to love and starting to like what i'm doing but what pressure me is when my mom starts talking about marriage with me. 2 years and counting down, i'm not even engaged to Taufiq yet. Next month will be his last month of serving his national service after 2 years. He hasn't gotten himself a confirmed job yet! Let alone treating his family to a feast.</div>
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I am certainly worried but so long as the both of us are ready and prepared for the long run together, we will definitely take it to another whole new level. After all, my Mom has always emphasize to me about the responsibility after marriage and most importantly the test of fidelity and strength. However not just right now. We don't feel like it's the right time; not just yet!<br />
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I had been staying at home and spending most of the time with my family;<br />
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Three more days to go till i am ready for work and fun. Hopefully..<br />
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Just yesterday i attended my practical pretty quite late because i was very annoyed with the computer system for not being able to tally slash be the same just like in the booklet. It was supposed to be easy-peasy!<br />
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Right after school, i called up Taufiq to check on him about his situation - because his grandma was at her losing end. Her children had made their decisions to pull out her oxygen tube and the rest would be on observation. I prayed that everything would go well for her.<br />
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I was told that she had a brain damaged - of which i am not very sure how it got triggered from doing something normal unless there had been some major fall. I'm not making any speculations or accusations but whatever happened lately, it got me reminded of my past. This is just the first week of 2017 and Allah must have had wanted me to remind myself of the days that i lost someone that i had always cherished for.<br />
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She was my great-grandma.<br />
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Her name was Apsah.</h2>
Her death anniversary; every 10th April.<br />
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I'm guessing that that was the crucial day that my grandpa and his siblings had to make a tough decision. As i am typing down, i'm reminding myself of the lonely days i had to go through at the age of 11+. Hari Raya hadn't been the same anymore every since then..<br />
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I vividly remembered that one of those days i came back from school feeling so happy and excited. I opened up the house gate and i thought that i saw my Mom crying. I wondered why so i asked. Later that day, the whole entire day changed drastically for me. I couldn't register and i was at my disbelief. Was what my Mom said to me could be true? So i thought to myself in dismay but i had already burst out crying so much that my eyes hurt. I couldn't stop wiping those tears away.<br />
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I changed my uniforms to house clothes and was waiting patiently for my grandparents. Then i remembered taking the taxi heading to the hospital. I cried and cried! The Uncle who drove us to the hospital had asked my grandma, why was i crying?<br />
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Nenek (Grandma) - said that i was very close with my great-grandmother. After finding out that she (great-grandma) was in a critical condition, i hadn't stop crying ever since the news got to me. Nenek was trying to coax me as much as she could. Atuk(Grandpa) - Sat quietly at the corner of the taxi seat. He seemed relax but yet something must have had gone through his mind. After all, we were rushing to visit his sick mother.<br />
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Upon reaching there, i was still crying. I hated the part where the thoughts of death kept playing in my mind. The thoughts of losing someone dearest to you and thinking of the times if they weren't there anymore because the feeling wouldn't be the same at all.<br />
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And the last time i saw her was when Great-grandma had all the tubes inserted in her and wires attached everywhere onto her. She couldn't speak. As i came closer to her and spoke to her while crying, her tears running down from the sides of her eyes, i knew she could listen but i guessed that she was hurting.<br />
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After her passing, it was the only time i had ever felt so lost and empty.<br />
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Today even after the passing of Taufiq's paternal grandma, i had reflections and that i didn't stop. I was more concerned about my love ones.<br />
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Then my thoughts would run wild about what if i were gone..<br />
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I'm pretty sure, death had never been a joke.<br />
A death had always been about realizing that you had been blinded for too long.<br />
It's like taking a toll.<br />
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Think about it..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10389193469891794920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492354256345484695.post-43541838068269844402016-12-30T06:25:00.006-08:002016-12-30T06:25:55.859-08:00ONWARD TO 2017<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I got a new job - realizing after the interview that i'm joining the QSF The Enablers (before this was known as QS First) again. Somewhere back in 2008/2009, i was given a job offer by my aunt. I worked as a surveryor of which i called up outpatients on the phones regarding the services and facilities of the hospital. At that time i was engaging with outpatients mostly from Malaysia.<br />
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- And yes! Never knew some calls i did, i had to entertain some stupid poeple on the phone.<br />
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Today not only marks a new phase of my life but 2016 had been a roller coaster ride for me. I met so many temporary people and of which my 2 years of friendship with my classmate had goned to the drain and there wasn't anything to pursue in it anymore.<br />
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2016 taught me a lot about the importance of fighting for what you believe in! I gotta' say that, we all had decisions that <b>would not promise us for tomorrow - best extend to Kim Russo (Psychic; Medium)</b><br />
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School started in Mid-Oct. First few lessons were okay but it got a little bit troublesome for some of us when it came to group work and some assignments that needed to be done. No kidding! We all got work and schooling part time - a new challenge for me because all those years i'm used to schooling in the morning and working part time in the night.</div>
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And just recently, it had been about a week that i had constantly preassurized him to the core. I didn't know what had gotten into me but i was pretty sure that all i wanted was 100% attention. That insecure feelings were killing me at the edge of my patience. ZERO TOLERANCE!<br />
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But it became too pricey for me to continue sulking and demanding things that i shouldn't. I had never been that obsessed with him like that before. However all is well. Alhamdulilah!<br />
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So it had been few days since i last resigned from the previous job.<br />
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I would begin thinking about my Pops. Wondered if he was doing all fined at work. Times - when he has to go for his lunch - he had the tendency to skip his meal. Sometimes when i had more on my side, i would make sure that he had some of what i had.<br />
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I vividly remember those days when i met with the accident along the crossroad junction. Pops sprint and in a split second, he was there - right behind me. Ever since i started work with Pops, i learnt that the earnest thing that every fathers would do had always been about sacrificial and determination. That was what i believed in every fathers - their core value - their strength.</div>
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The house still remain the same. Messy as it can be.</div>
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It's December and new year is this week.</div>
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The house smells of Jabbie(s) - our small turtles - we haven't had the time to clean their waters yet.</div>
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New houses and probably new neighbours coming in by the mid of next year.</div>
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Even my cat - Sahara - just got a new comfy striped cushion for her to have her usually nap(s) under the sink *insert smirk face*..</h3>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well there had been so many occurrence in my life and there were things that i didn't expect it to happen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A friend broke a news to me that she's getting back with her ex-husband even after knowing what she had gone through before. I kept a poker face because i didn't know how to register the situation at that time.</span></div>
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DECEMBER CAME..</h2>
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LAST WEEK OF DECEMBER</h2>
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Christmas came and it was finally time to say goodbye..</div>
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Of all the months, by far <i>October had been good to me </i>and here's why..</div>
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The first few weeks i met with an Old friend of mine - one that shared bad and good days with me - for she was just someone whom i barely knew her as friend from starting.</div>
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The day that i had been looking forward to - when Taufiq's Mom got together quite well with my Mom. The day our mothers got so close as if they had knew one another for a very long time.</div>
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They had names that almost sound the same and they even had the same nickname - not to just say that, they even showed interest in the same interest in food - like eating and crunching on ice! (<i>I mean, how could they even still be crunching on ice at their age; like wow!</i>)</div>
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So as planned before hand <i>2-3 months</i> ago, we had planned to bring them to Marina Bay Sands for a spend time together for our mothers. Not because they were complaining about not spending quality time and not treating them to something; it's just that they deserved to have their treats. After all they're our mothers! </div>
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Years after years of taking care of us and here's to show our appreciation and gratitude.</div>
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We brought them to Haji Lane to get to know and feel the new ambiance-new environment; A Cafe @ <b>The Mad Sailors</b>. It was their very first time being there. <i>Checklist; done!</i></div>
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After having had our dinner at Haji Lane; we proceeded to bringing our mothers to Marina Bay Sands (MBS). They knew we were going to watch Wicked the Musical but to their surprise, they didn't expect that the show/auditorium would be that big.<br />
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At the end of the show; we all had enjoyed watching the broadway musical. It was fantastic and apparently Taufiq fell in love with the accent of the show. The songs and the story line of which my mom didn't expect it would turn out to be so differently!</div>
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I have to say that i just had to get grips on their souvenirs even though i knew that i was out of budget. <i>Hey! They don't come to Singapore always. After all that was their second time in Singapore. Previously i couldn't make it because i couldn't afford to purchase their tickets as i was still schooling and working part time wasn't enough to spend on two people; let alone four.</i></div>
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After the show we went to have supper at Lau Pa Sat but to our surpise - Taufiq and i, it turned out that Taufiq's Mom went ahead with paying our supper when it was supposed to be on us, our treat - their children.</div>
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<b><i>17th October 2016</i></b><br />
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Lessons commenced!<br />
Three modules on different days..<br />
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Not much of getting to know one another in class..<br />
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<b><i>25th October 2016 - 27th October 2016;</i></b><br />
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Swollen left eye infection and on <i>MC</i> for two days..<br />
Missed lessons..<br />
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So i thought to myself that i should put something new. While i was googling for Sia's HD wallpaper slash iphone, i came about with a floral wallpaper. Guess' i wanted something new for my whatsapp wallpaper too.</div>
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As i was looking for other pictures suddenly something struck my mind. I started searching for floral-vintage wallpaper and i came about with the ones that you see now as my blog-theme.</div>
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I felt accomplished with the new look to my blog now.</div>
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Apart from what you see in my blog, i'd love to share with you of what happened recently.</div>
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Few days ago i met up with a friend of mine for a karaoke session. It had been a very long time since i last met her for dinner at Tang Tea House. We had a lot of catch-ups together. I was more concerned of what's going on with her life ever since she went on her own way. I understood that she had difficulties in her life. Ever since then she had been working so hard to support herself and gained more confidence - i saw her as someone whom's completely turned into a new leaf. More matured but she's more afraid to fall in love. </div>
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She felt at risk of loving someone new. She thought she didn't deserve any of it anymore because it was getting tiring for her. I wished i could help her but i promised myself that i wouldn't want to barge in the circles i was in before.</div>
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I wasn't trying to be bad. I knew very well that if i did go back to where i had been before, it would be a nightmare. It was difficult trying to walk out from the circle i was in back then. </div>
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Back to about her, she wasn't someone whom i met when i was in school or so. I got to know her through an email she sent and she was someone's fiancee. He who's name should not be mentioned, was a skunk of liar. Took advantage of every girl's dream and made it into such a nightmare. Up till now, it's such a freak-out moment and a pain in the ass when i think about what happened years ago. It remained vividly in my mind.<br />
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It still haunts me!<br />
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No worries about how i am feeling right now because i feel much more better with Taufiq's presence.<br />
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However i pitied the latter. I realized that she had problems with her friends and when i mentioned about her friends, i knew her one and only best friend. He's so complicated.<br />
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If only he could realize the misdeeds he did. Sometimes he's too egoistic that he didn't know the hurt he had caused to his friends. He had lost me but he thought he hadn't. I was once sully by him - not physically but emotionally affected by his actions of which he didn't sees it.<br />
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But yet, he's too happy ongoing with his life.<br />
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Although i heard that he had arguments with his lady, things got bad but who cares!<br />
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I almost lost myself if it wasn't for him.<br />
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With whatever had happened recently, i prayed and wished the best for my girl here. I hoped that someday she would just walk out from the life she's having right now. I hoped that she'd find someone who deserves and treats her better.<br />
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Welcome October!</div>
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You'd think that i'd start bragging about wrinkles and the saggy skin. You got it all wrong! I didn't mean The Ageing. I meant the fact that it's already October and i found myself too caught up with the work - having had to do overtime due to posting of invoices - and it's all about "ageing" (getting older) life is getting tougher. To add to that, supposedly i am to start school next week but i am already frustrated with the school. They said to me that they would email the schedules. I'm worried because i had yet to compromise with the HR regarding my work timing. Gee!</div>
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We had family bonding and some catch-ups. I couldn't remember the last time i really spent some time together with my father's side of the family. It was indeed fun but a little bit complicated when it came down to food and the location of the pit my Aunt booked. I was glad that Taufiq got along pretty quite well with the family - it was his very first time spending the "whole" (he came at 0200 hours) entire night with my paternal's side.</div>
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<i><b>"You know; We should be watching the Sun rise together but he was fast asleep."</b></i></div>
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Indeed was i wide awake at around 0700 hours, watching him whom was fast asleep and hugging the sleeping bag so tightly. As i watched him, i wondered and found myself so amazed at how amazing this guy could be. Of which i realized that he had been the kind of guy who would be willing to sacrifice his sleep, time and energy; just to make someone/people happy.</div>
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When all those things he had taken notice and cared for - at the end of the day, he didn't get what he deserved and that i learnt to sympathize him more then the last time. I knew that at times he would break down because things got a little too hard on him. Honestly, our relationship wasn't at the verge - most people would mistake the way i tried to interpret our story. We didn't end up that way (just praying so hard that Allah would guide us always). We knew that when hard times came by; We knew that we would always be there for each other.</div>
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This is part of "AGEING".</div>
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October came and everything seemed so hectic!</div>
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Piles after piles of work - Long list of orders had to be keyed in - Calls after calls from customers. We ended up finishing our work till 1930 hours, the first week of October.</div>
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The sad thing was that, Taufiq had been in camp for two weeks without having had any nights out. I got to see him just last week for only one day - it was not like it was our first time!<br />
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Just that ever since the first week of October came, i was mentally exhausted and would always end up coming back from work and falling asleep without taking any showers till the next morning. It might sound disgusting but it was really tiring. I felt bad that i couldn't entertain Taufiq much via phone calls or text messages - to the extent that i requested him to wait until i had completed my work and i promised him that i would give him a call.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10389193469891794920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492354256345484695.post-62514359627489983772016-09-17T22:00:00.001-07:002016-09-17T22:00:47.845-07:00September came..September came and i had many things planned for this month.<br />
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Obviously every 2nd of the month, it's <a href="http://twoaug.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Twoaug's</a> monthsary. It was optional for us to celebrate however this month was much special to us. I was not only celebrating our monthly-monthsary but September was Taufiq's birthday. </div>
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So September came and i wanted to do something special for him again, compared to the previous year. Last year i was still in school and i didn't earn much to make the special surprises for him. So i thought this year would be wonderful. I tried putting plans to have his parents coordinated with me but that didn't happen this year. </div>
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Instead i got a call from Taufiq saying that i had to make myself free in the evening. His parents wanted me to tag along. I knew something wasn't right - very fishy. I beat around the bush trying to get some answers out from Taufiq. I had my reasons to do so because my mind was going wild thinking the possibility of his parents coming to my house and having a 'meet-the-parent-session'. Yikes! Scary but anxious. Who wouldn't?</div>
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That evening, i found out the answers to my questions. Apparently it was a "surprise" that i got from Taufiq and his family that they were dining in at Seoul Garden. At least it was relieving to find out the fact that we were having a normal family dinner together. Over the table, we talked about things that Taufiq's father and i know about the 'kampung' lifestyle compared to Taufiq and his Mom. It was enjoying and i was hoping if someday we could all just go out and did memory lanes together. Fun way of getting to the family more better. I would definitely love it very much!</div>
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Eventually i did try making some communication wise with his bestfriend and his camp mate (eventually he was my friend) but the result came out zero. Although his camp mate did try to make an attempt to come down but it was too late as i already had it all planned to bring him to the Night Safari.</div>
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I thought i could completely surprise him but then yet again, i wrecked my own plan because my mouth couldn't shut. I just had to ask Taufiq whether it would be worth the money to go to Gardens by the Bay, Night Safari or the Singapore Flyer. I really regretted for doing that. Sheesh!<br />
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It was really a tough decision but at least i made some reservation at the Mad Sailors Cafe. It was our second time going to a cafe. Just like last year, i brought him to the Rouze Cafe located at Little India but this time round, it was at Haji lane. A cafe that i had known while i was working because they were one of our customers. We had some talks about this anonymous guy making his orders - he was known for his accent and prices. Shall keep that confidential!<br />
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I could see that he had never been to cafe's before. He was acting very awkwardly every time we entered Cafes. The reason i brought him to such places was to have him experience what would it feels like to be in a foreign places and to be able to adapt to the people and the kind of atmosphere/ambiance. Some day i believed that we would travel the world and that he should understand how the society works.<br />
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Enough said about how he should be but i wanted him to understand that there were times he could play around and strictly be serious. In sha allah. I just want the best for him. I want the world to stop looking at him like he was just but a child. I want people to stop bullying him - let it be directly or otherwise. I really wished that he could see and understand what i'm feeling for him.<br />
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'When you're truly in love with someone, you want everything to be the best. You want the world to know that he could do his ultimate best and that he shouldn't be a disappointment to anyone'.<br />
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I never knew he would talk so much. The whole entire night with him, he was entertaining himself because i was just too busy admiring and had thoughts to myself on 'HOW IN THE WORLD DID I FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM'. Although he might seemed childish and foolish at times, i couldn't underestimate that any guy would be childish at a point of his life. </div>
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Next year will mark a decade of knowing Taufiq since we were in high school. A year ago (2015), he asked me informally to be his girlfriend but i left him hanging since i was somehow slash somewhat disappointed in him - probably he could've asked earlier; made me waited for him to pop out the question (like what?!). </div>
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Now - a year later, 'Anniversary' was supposed to be special however not for my case. I had been his best friend for almost a decade and being together with him makes no difference because after all those years, we had always been there for one another (i think so). The big differences were of being able to be emotionally and physically attached. You could say we had fun during our youthful days but with a little bit mixture of romance into adulthood, love really trapped us both. No worries if our anniversary celebration had to wait because having had to have a boyfriend whom currently serving his national service - by right as his girlfriend; i am also expected to be prepared for such turn of events. I'm glad that i fought such battle but this.. - <b>NOT THE END. YET.</b></div>
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Apparently we are taking to the next level. Engagement? Yes but not too soon. We are trying to set up dates for the both of our families to meet up and have dinner together. Open some conversations so that it wouldn't get too awkward for any future gatherings. We don't wish to have just 'us' to get to know each other's family but we wish to see both of the families getting to know one another too. You can call it 'expanding'. So far, we have no problem and have not yet experience anything bad but in sha allah, hope everything will go smoothly.</div>
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Just about a week ago, Taufiq without asking for my permission he fetched me from work and brought me to meet his family for dinner. After dinner we went to have some recreation-family time together at Chevron; we played bowling. Honestly it was my first game. The last time i entered the bowling premises was when i was a little girl watching my pops playing with a group of his colleagues (perhaps) and all i knew was to watch intensely at the ball as it roll into the drain and comes back rolling out from the 'thing' (basically the machine).</div>
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Having had to try out after being insisted to give it a trial from Taufiq's family, without hesitation i changed my shoes and took the ball. First try was a failure but second to the third, it got way much more better. It was fun but i don't mind giving it another shot in the game.</div>
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In sha allah.</div>
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Bismillah..</div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">This is like my blog's resurrection after being away from the brain's momentum. I had been juggling with work and time - considering that i had to spare some times to balance between work and relationships with the people i love the most. I thought i was able to cope with it but just recently i had the worst week and count myself "lucky".</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">A week of food poisoning but yet was able to go to work (i could barely endure it no more). My reputation at work drastically went down and i became the center of everyone's conversation. It worries me a lot because it affected me and i was afraid it would affect pops' reputation as a father and a colleague of mine. I understand the line after being drawn in the work environment but no matter what, i had never been to a work place where most people took me in so lightly and assumed that my age was younger then being expected - of which in general - people tend to see youth/young adults working full time and making too many mistakes seemed too vulnerable to them. They thought that people such like us (youngsters) needed more time and experience to be able to cope with the workload. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Honestly, that's full of craps. I've been working since i was very young and my work experience should have been more then being assumed by most people in general. Thus to further exaggerate more in this issue, I had been attached with a local tourist attraction company for almost 6 months but yet it was fine working there. Where i am right now is the complete opposite..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Lets push that aside. What has been happening of lately apart from my job. I'm trying to get my life settle down ever since the last day of school. I'm still not sure when is our Graduation Ceremony - could be somewhere around in May.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What's my next list in my bucket list is to earn money, exchange currency and off i travel to China with Zafirah, I am definitely excited for this though!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I earn my freedom, money and most of all, to have some fun and be rejoice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Other than that, i am not just worried about gettin' the plane tickets back to home but i am more worried for Taufiq's trip to Taiwan. He's going there to for his National Service and i was told that he'll be working 24/7! That's insane but he has got to do what he has got to do. I wonder if i am able to cope around work without him constantly texting me. He'd be there for 3 weeks. Consider it almost a month. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It's a complete whole new different level for me - this is actually new for me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">You may say that i can rant almost everything to my best friend Shiva but it's not the same not having Taufiq around. Enough said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What's more sad for me right now is that my Pops overworks himself and i cannot bare to watch him have his lunch sitting on the floor just side by side to the staircase that is close to the toilet. A very lonely and disgusted place to be there. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif;">When i saw him sitting there alone, i just teared watching him. Only Allah knows how devastated i was to be looking at my Pops like that. Then mother's words at the back of my mind corresponding to what i saw. She said to never disrespect my Pops. A child like me who had always disrespect my Pops in many ways but still being forgiven for the mistakes that i did, i am but a young child still learning not to be rebellious. It's called adulthood and learning from mistakes to never repeat the same mistakes again. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times, times new roman, serif;">Ya Allah! Please guide me through this tough times and help me endure all these misfits to better my parents' lives. Give me strength dear Allah..</span></span></div>
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8th March 2016 (Tuesday) was my last major exam. The moment i stepped out from the door of the examination hall, i told myself that that was the last time i would ever want to think about exams. Well hopefully i did well.</div>
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After weeks of stress, i finally managed to get myself out from the discomfort i had - too many things went on in my life. I had to deal with school projects, the kind of people involved in the group, my relationship with Taufiq and my family. The last few weeks of school, i had the worst 'health attack'. I had sudden pain to my stomach and my abdominal area. I had to endure so much pain that one of those days, i almost fell unconscious in the toilet. However i was glad that Shiva was around when i was in deep pain. I was given injection and soon after i recovered. Alhamdulillah!</div>
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For me to get off of all this bad vibes off my chest, i would usually do hiking or go scouting at unknown places that i had never been before. It had always been very therapeutically for me. It releases the tension and the state of depression i was in. So i took Shiva, Maya, Syarul and Dharshini out on a hike from Hortpark to Henderson Waves and lastly Mount Faber. Unexpectedly on that very day, i had the worst pain again at my abdominal area. Yes. If you were thinking of what i was thinking, you are definitely right. Bad day to start off with though. That sucks big time!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10389193469891794920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492354256345484695.post-91797245196767822862016-02-20T11:21:00.001-08:002016-02-20T11:23:59.267-08:00Beauty RegimeI shared mostly about my experiences, thoughts and feelings into this blog. I felt that i could express more with words and it would be more appropriate to make up to the things that i truly felt. This post, i'd like to talk more about my beauty regime (I had read up on a girl's blog and felt that she should stop whatever she was doing) and how i faced critics and comments on my acne of which i had it the worst during my teenage years.<br />
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At the age of 13, i had clear skin but as i grew, puberty changed me. I began having pimples. Zits. Then it got worst. I had acne when i reached 15 years old. I had my insecurities. My mom kept reminding me that i needed to take good care of myself. Not physically but also mentally. I couldn't help it but it got more worst. Schoolwork and projects were the main causes of stress. I had friends telling me to pop the zits. They said it would cure faster and assured me that there wouldn't be any scars. I didn't like the whole idea but i tried. I tried once and then i never did again. It hurts!<br />
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I hated myself for doing that but it didn't make any difference. One time i had a zit that grew too big on one side of my upper cheekbone. I felt disgusted by the appearance i had. I didn't dare to look at people. I felt more affected and my insecurities kept piling up. At that young age, i was very vulnerable. I had crushes and had attempted to make contact with them but i would tend to give excuses and stayed forever knowing them via social media - back then in our generation, we used messenger (MSN). I was too afraid of what they would say about my face.<br />
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Though i was looking at my ugliest point (that was what i had felt), i had friends with pretty cleaned faces. Some were popular and some were just like me. I got along well with them but there were times we had argument and it became pretty bad that we split into cliques. My self-esteem affected my studies because i paid too much attention on trying to get rid of the acne.<br />
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I went Youtube looking for some help. I researched through google and tried understanding the kind of acne that i had. There were trials like using home made products such as - paracetamol, baking soda and tumeric. It didn't help again. Excessive washing triggers my pimples too. I hated puberty very much!<br />
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Back then i worked as a part-time sales assistant at Watsons. In order for me to promote the brands, i had to gain some product knowledge. I learnt a lot and i even tried on most of the products that were sold in the store. From vitamins to facial products. I tried nearly all. One of my store manager even bought for me an aloe-vera, supposedly to reduce the redness on my face but finally i chose a product that helped me very much.<br />
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I had always wanted to get myself Proactive product but i was so scared to use it. In additional it was very expensive. Costed me nearly S$100. I feared that if i bought it and it didn't seem to work well on my face, the product itself would go to waste. So i went online and researched. I gave myself a thorough look out for the reviews and feedback. I even asked my aunt whom had used the product before. She told me that it was good. It helped to clean her face.<br />
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After getting much information on what i needed to know, at last i bought it and tried it. First few months i was told to stop using the Proactive product because it was too strong for my skin to take it. I had allergies such as swollen eyes and itchiness. However i was very stubborn. I insisted on using it. It didn't take too long for my skin to get used to the product. I was very satisfied with the outcome.<br />
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I felt that the facial wash was very strong so i replaced it with Himalaya product. It was a non-toxic product which i really trusted it very much. I tend to get myself the exfoliating ones of which it consisted of vitamin E - helps to whiten and scrub off dead skin especially those under the eyes. After that i would apply proactive number 2 - toner. When i was working in Wastons, i overheard one of the Bio-Essence auntie (promoter) told her customer that upon applying toner, it helps to tighten the pore and give a lighter feeling to the skin. Toner even reduces oil and whiten (balance) the skin tone. Based on my experiences, it actually worked.<br />
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Number 3 - the replenishment cream. Yes! That's right. Proactive had it in their kit. Proactive had a "bonus" item in the kit too. It was made with sulfuric. It was recommendable to apply it within 15 minutes but i tend to put it overnight. Like a facial mask but just on the spots. Then i would pamper my tired skin once in a while. Usually once in a month because i didn't want to over stressed my skin.<br />
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As for vitamins i would much recommend people to get themselves vitamin c - good for the immune system and tightens the pore. I learnt this from a pharmacist friend of mine! Consume vitamin c as per prescribe in the instructions.<br />
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For make up wise, never apply too much of concealer and even foundation because they are the main cause of blockage to the pores and which it would darken your skin tone. I tend to use Maybelline concealer because it contained mineral particle in it.<br />
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Oh! I don't drink plain water almost everyday.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10389193469891794920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492354256345484695.post-50166242288533599502016-02-12T10:29:00.002-08:002016-02-13T01:36:55.385-08:00Wished you would know.In between January and February this year, there were too many turns of events. One after another, issues and problems became my climax. I was mentally exhausted. I had issues at home. The environment at work was not very encouraging. School projects and exams had to be rushed. Graduation in less then two months to go. Everything seemed speeding along my timeline. I could get very frustrated if i couldn't get the jobs done. All came jumbling up my plans.<br />
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I was told not to be complacent and be responsible for my own duty as a Muslim woman however i kept failing again and again but that didn't stop me from praying to him. I had always asked for a good Jodoh so he whom would marry me, be able to guide me down Allah's path again. I wanted him to help me bring us together to Syurga. Not that i was lazing around hoping that someone would come up to me to say that they're my jodoh. Allah had always wanted us to work for it if we wanted it to happen.<br />
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Second week of February and i was being told to reflect on myself because they concluded that i had drifted too far from the kind of person i had used to be before. I was still lost and very confused. Days went on as usual and i still couldn't figure it out. I thought all those times i had always been myself but never knew it could be so wrong. I had always questioned myself. Why did i have to fight for my feelings. People saw my true emotions as a bogus slash dramatic. If i had to put it another way, i would have been different and what you would see would not be me - and to them, it was the right way of being realistic and how i was supposed to be.<br />
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I knew her when she was a 'he' but don't get me wrong when i'm sharing her story. What's in your head now? Who is this 'she' who was a 'he'? She's a gay? Honestly don't start judging her yet. You don't even know her story. I'm not going to tell you of how she made a life-long decisions of what or who she wants to be. Clearly she just wants to be respected for who she is before and after. First of all, i am not ashamed to have friends like her. I'm not talking about the rights and wrongs of LGBT. My main concern is about respect. </div>
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I understand that people who is part of the LGBT society are being looked down because of the faith and thoughts they have. It all comes down to one's perception. My point is that, my friend maybe a LGBT but these kind of people they still have their pride and reputation. We're all humans right? Why can't they deserve respect? We're talking about 'if you respect me and i will respect you'. We don't live in the olden days anymore because we're trying to survive with people's criticism and defending ourselves as we are living in a era where everybody wants to shoot guns at one another. </div>
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Like what the Miss Universe would always say; "World Peace".</div>
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My friend's story is true but i'm not asking for sympathy on behalf of her. Neither would she be asking for help or so. We're not begging. We just want to share. </div>
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Back in 2015 she met a guy who bravely came forward to her at her workplace. He was not local. Came as far away from Sri Lanka. Soon after they started going out and went on frequent meeting. I knew every couple would go on dates so i was very sure they did. Argument; very common but they learnt to resolve it. It would had been an international love but..</div>
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He told her that his parents wanted to match-make him with some other girl but he chose to stick around with Leiya because he felt that Leiya was meant for him. Words after words but they were all lies. How could someone like him had the guts to tell a person like Leiya to not contact any boy friends when he himself took all the opportunity to hide every secret he could behind Leiya.<br />
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I may have had listen to Leiya's side of the story but somehow her turned of events got me related to the experiences i had. I had been taken advantage of (not physically slash virgin or not) however it was when there was a moment i gave my trust and faith in a guy from a foreign land but i found myself being cheated by him. I got to know that he lied to me. He was engaged and i almost got into a fight if i didn't explain it to his fiancee. Thank god that lady was very understanding. It was at the verge of giving up my life. At that period i was very devastated. I was not only disappointed in him but my life had turned upside down. I lost my close friends. My relationship with my family was very complicated. So how could i not be able to relate myself with Leiya.<br />
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He didn't know know what he was doing neither had he learnt to understand Leiya but i guess it was too much. They broke up that one night and Leiya called me up one night asking for help.<br />
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I'm saying this to almost everyone out there to take responsibility of you own action and not run away from all the dramas you created. Show respect and honour your words...<br />
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Finally my friend came down and we did some discussions on our plan for the trip. We split the days into parts. Example of the first few days, we will be going to the Terracotta Army. Since we are left with another 6 more months to go, we are still left with few more stuff to be done. I hope that everything will go well for Zafirah. After she comes back from Umrah, we will be meeting up soon to book the flight tickets together. I guess less than 2 months, we need to start doing our shopping! </div>
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So it had been tough for me, trying to mend my relationship with the people i love the most. People's trust. People's belief in me. Because i didn't want to ruin all that. I wanted people to look up to me when they're in need because it makes me feel good about it. However it's another painstaking for me - like a sacrificial. You'll never know if that someone had taken advantage of you.<br />
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For the past few days, there had been turn of events. I was lost with no directions again. I felt so afraid. I wasn't so sure of the path that was leading me to. I didn't know what was right and wrong anymore. Till that very night, when i had a very serious conversation with my parents. That got me thinking very hard.<br />
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I wasn't feeling very rebellious when they talked their thoughts out because i knew that i was partially at fault too. Allah knows how much mistakes i must have had done. Just that i rebelled their words when they started talking about the difference between the past and now. I 'geddit'.<br />
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The next day mom got admitted to the hospital but was treated outpatient after that. I could not stop thinking of the things i had done to cause me so much guiltiness and the trust my mom had put on me. I promised myself that i didn't mind staying alone forever to make up to my worst. I felt so ashamed of my own doings. I really did regret it so much. It still lingers around my mind. It had stained too much.<br />
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I don't understand how two parties that were so close and we shared laughter so much would end up being sour towards each other. When one brought happiness to another, it seemed as if his good deeds weren't appreciated and that his presence was forgotten. When the other seemed happy and tried to return the favour back, it just didn't seemed satisfying at all. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10389193469891794920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492354256345484695.post-69413512493233381582015-11-01T17:05:00.001-08:002015-11-01T17:07:20.731-08:00H.I.MWelcome November! One more month to go till the end of 2015..<br />
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In the year of 2015, felt more like being in a child roller coaster. Everything seemed manageable. However it was really hard to make decision. Especially when you were trying to make everything seemed right but you were still quite afraid if it turned out wrong.<br />
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The first few months were about coping with school and mostly the previous relationship i had with my first ex. Then the mid year came; i had fallen in love with my bestfriend - he was a classmate when we were in high school. Schoolmate when we turned 20 in 2014. I never knew that i could fall in love with him all over again. It wasn't about me being in a rebound state. I was quite sure of what i felt towards my ex but i had no bad intentions towards him. He was a good guy. Somehow it didn't turn out well for the both of us.<br />
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Somehow i had my bestfriend being around with me for quite a long time. Though at times he wasn't really there when i needed him. After all he was attached with someone else when my life was really devastated but i didn't blame him. When i was facing trouble, it was something i had to go through on my own - to stay strong because fairy tales do not exist. I ended up telling myself that the fairy tale life wasn't for me. <br />
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Honestly i did not know what love was. I didn't know how it was supposed to be felt because that kind of love i had for someone was long ago. Way before i had thoughts for my bestftriend. I fell in love with an older guy - of two years different but because of complication, i was not destined to be with him anyways.<br />
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I might say that i had the habit of bragging about my past because my past was what brought and it made me to be this way now. I thought to be more stronger and dominant however i still feel weak. I was emotionally weak. I needed someone whom i could trust wholeheartedly. Someone who would never give up on me. So there he was! - someone whom i had seen him as just a shadow trying to hover on me.<br />
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2nd November 2015 - 3rd Monthsary..<br />
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In a tough relationship, what i learnt the most was patience. Honesty and trust fell after that. We could have known each other for more than 8 years now but there were still many things we were not aware of. I believed i had been the toughest and roughest girl he had ever had to watch over his words and body language.<br />
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I must have had been a difficult one for him too. So how could i not put my trust on him especially when he's a guy. I've met and dated few guys out there. Some cheated me and i got to know that they were attached with somebody else. Long ago i had thought about suicidal, not because of this but because i lost so many friends, i got cheated on and i was on a verge of suicidal (<a href="http://solitaryaptitude.blogspot.com/2014/09/repost-18062014-death.html?spref=bl">Solitary Aptitude: Repost 18/06/2014 : Death</a>: Life changing - After the accident, i'm glad that i'm still breathing. Being able to make new friends and knowing the ones who has b...)<br />
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I was at my worst but i still managed it.<br />
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I knew that someone who's called my boyfriend now, he had been a friend whom i knew for quite a long time. From the beginning. When it all started in high school. He had been waiting for me but i had always friend zoned him because i was afraid that the friendship i cherished might turned out sour. So i just hold on to that friendship i had with him. I had seen his exes and watched him go through the ups and downs of relationship.<br />
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I had never seen someone so patient but yet could seem so reprimanded in his own way. Bare this in <br />
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I had my disagreements but encouraging him would do less hurt. I mean if i truly cared for him, i would always nag, persuade and demand because i wanted the right thing for him.<br />
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I don't know of ways that i could thank him for being there for the past.<br />
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But it's great to have someone like him whom i can joke around - Be sarcastically annoyed with, "punching" and "pushing" each other but one thing i'm looking forward to as part of my 20's bucket list - To travel across the globe with him!<br />
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Well! Cheers to many more months and years to come. Thank you so much for everything. Happy 3rd Monthsary - of which i don't really take monthsary into account but for him, OKAY CAN!<br />
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Stay strong and we can make it till the end..<br />
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In sha allah!<br />
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When was the last time i met up with these boys for band practices. Our passion for music; we just love it. They like experimenting music very much. At times i would be so worn out especially when i'm the vocalist and my kind of instrument that i used was just me!<br />
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I learnt quite a number of few things from them. Most of all, their determination. It's not just about talent we're talking about. They sacrificed most of their time to learn because they felt they had the passion for the instruments they play. Falling in love with these boys, who wouldn't?<br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/qdZl9XqE-Sk?list=PLMQ4Irr4_kuanfHhi_qOKYnT1VdO-H139" target="_blank">Check this out of our Blank Space | Acoustic Cover (Practice)</a><br />
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Amir - the guy who plays the drums. The percussion. I met him a long time ago through Facebook. Never knew we had the same interest. We started this band right from the very beginning. However our long busy schedule really took our time for passion away.<br />
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Kurniawan - someone i knew through Amir's network of friends. He's a pianist. I got charmed for his kind of talent. He gets the notes and everything about techniques correctly. He doesn't sing much but he does know the kind of qualification and achievement a singer needs.<br />
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So here's the thing, every successful person has their own story. I bet for sure!<br />
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When i first met Amir, he played the guitar. Composed his own song. That was dated in 2011. He named it "Hold me close to you". It seemed very depressing but you need to rely on the background of the story that he wanted to tell you.<br />
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About a sick dying man having had to stay in bed and reminiscing the moments of love he shared with his dearest one. Talking about those memories they had in their younger days and that he only wants her to hold him close to get him through his final moment.<br />
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Enough said about the song. Go on and listen to it! - <a href="https://youtu.be/IRMLccCCFvg" target="_blank">"HOLD ME CLOSE TO YOU"</a><br />
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Like i said, his great determination and passion for music gave him the chance to perform. The last time i had met ups with him, he told me that he performed for SG50 celebration. He even met up with local artist and production people. He has a 'bunchful' of networks. Apart from his personal issues, he had matured so much from the day i knew him. Although his mom doesn't really approve much of his passion, he stubbornly went after his belief because he believed in himself that he could do it. In fact he did!<br />
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As for Kurniawan, i was told by him that when he was a Millennia Institute student, he would always be by the piano practicing all keys and would spend most of the night understanding and figuring everything all out. To a point he said that most kid around the corner would think he was crazy. Madly insane for staying back after school to practice on his own without the help of anyone. But now, he doesn't need to look at the music sheet to know to play. He plays it simply by listening attentively. I was amazed indeed. If i'm given the opportunity to employ someone as part of my band, i would gladly pick him!<br />
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Then i realized it would take years and great patience - how much of an effort a person would need to take in order to be professional in the kind of passion he has for it. It takes a crazy maniac kind of person to be truly known for his talent. Take Albert Einstein for example. He was considered insane because he never gave up. He believed in himself that he could do it and so he proved it.<br />
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Every story i shared, if you believed in yourself that you could do it then never give up. It doesn't matter what people would say about you. If you're determined, prove to those people that you would someday become a successful person - but it's okay if it's not about being popular or so. Just as long you're capable of doing something they couldn't do however never look down on them. Or else you would become the exact kind of person the latter had been before. Avoid being an ignorant person. Stay rooted!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10389193469891794920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492354256345484695.post-78442071949781966522015-10-28T11:47:00.000-07:002015-10-29T11:34:59.501-07:00The ZonesEver since i started my internship, trying to get to know people had always been a challenge for me. It would take few months to really get the people around you be comfortable to sustain teamwork in a workplace. First month of internship - felt as if i was being enlisted in a summer camp. Felt torturous because i had to endure every nine hours being there and counting down to end of shift was like waiting for drought to be over. <br />
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So just yesterday, everyone had been asking whether i would be continuing my part-time job after my internship. After sharing with them my thoughts and reasons to why i chose to rely much on this work was due to the pay per hour. Their reaction towards my childhood bucket list were predictable. None seemed quite agreed with me traveling to China.</div>
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If it hadn't been that country's name, i would have got their full support. Instead i was been thrown aback with all their perceptions about that country. They who had not traveled far away from one's home, would not know much of the culture and society outside of their comfort zone.</div>
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My subject for this post was not about the people of China or the country itself. Spare me some time to explain. Nothing offensive. It's up to you to believe in what i would say. I'm just expressing my thoughts regarding this issue i had.</div>
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I understand the frustration every Singaporean had. Singaporeans were worried about the dominance of PRC living here in Singapore. There had been the talk of the town regarding PRC not learning English. PRC wanted most Singaporeans to learn their language however they should have known that Singapore - a multi-racial country - speaks English to communicate with each other. </div>
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Social media being almost everywhere, there had been reports that the country was not safe. Take example of a video of a human child; got into a hit and run accident with bike or car. None of the passerby came to help. They completely ignored that poor child till he/she passed away. May he/she rest in peace.</div>
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Now look at us again. We're so full of negativity. We've seen specific video. Heard rumors and gossips from unreliable source and assumed that that places like that would never be safe. If you think that a country was not safe, how sure were you about Singapore being 100% safe?</div>
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No place in this world was ever safe. Too many crimes happened and it might be happening right now at this very moment. All you need to do was to stay vigilant and proactive in every planning before going off somewhere else. </div>
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You must had been wondering the first few paragraph had no link to one another. Perhaps if you looked at it again, those who had just known me for a month or so, they didn't know that i've been to countries that were made up of people from China. They assumed they knew everything about the country and people but sadly they were too ignorant to understand.</div>
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I'm not blaming in general neither being very defensive. I just don't like that kind of thinking. Negativity. </div>
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