Sinking setback, rising fortunes

Dear bloggie,

Time flies when you have a hell of a good time, or bad. Or when you travel to 'The Land of the Rising Sun" for two times in a year.

My first visit to the country was quite cold. No, I meant cold as in lonely. Maybe because I didn't have the option to choose where I wanted to visit; maybe because I DID choose where I wanted to go but it was rejected - Universal Studios Japan, Pokemon Centre(s) and several others. Then again, nothing beats all of these mentioned more than having to go to Japan without my other half - my sister.

I had an ex-colleague back then who used to travel to Japan every year, no fail, or so. Privileged after saving up so much and spending even more on my next trip, I finally understand why she'd return every couple'a months because I would too.

Oh boy, was it fun! We walked for kilometers before we stopped by every possible main tourist destination. If it wasn't a nice century old bamboo garden/groove, it would've been a heritage shrine. Eventually, we would end our day shopping at multistory shopping malls, namely SOGO or Loft. I think the beauty of all these building were that they were all horizontally challenged which results to a tall every-nook-and-cranny-for-sure-to-be-utilized interior. Unfortunately, I do not have a nice photo of how they all look like but you get the point.

Flying back to my painful reality, I finally quit my current job. Of course, it was the least painful thing to do now that I've discovered more than what my ex-boss is capable of other than my super-duper-incompetent-and-hopeless colleague. Leaving the job wasn't painful, actually; it was all the mess that I've gone through just to realized how painful (notice how it's repeated) it is to be put into cold storage, "beaten" to all the tasks which I took lead and not given a raise, promotion or a pat on my back. Now that these are old news, I won't sugar coat it nor salt coat them anymore. I've truly learned nothing else but personal development (which include, higher up politics, back stabbed, demotivated, yelled at, unappreciated etc) here. Thank you, but no thank you too.

As much as I've tried running after my ball (life) which was rapidly rolling down the hill this year, I'm all powered up to enter the new one - 2015. Jokes aside, I've never seen my life turn into a bundle of bad luck racing down the hill with me before! To add on the series of unfortunate events, the less exciting lesson is that I've grown up into a major part of the 'blood, sweat and tears'.

I told my Nico-Nico that I've decided to come up with some realistic resolutions next year and one of them were "swimming classes - so I can swim with you" and he chuckled, replying that it wasn't necessary because he can't swim too well either. But that's besides the point. What I really meant is, it is time for me to set some lifetime goals. Some new reachable goals that gives that "oh yea" feeling. Why am I saying this? Probably because I survived my Quarterly Life Crisis (QLC) and want to live a better life ahead so I don't go crashing into a midlife one any time soon. I've not managed to list any of them down yet, however. Tell you what, I will start by giving it all a thought, a deep hard one and list all the resolutions down.

Since it's year end, I've decided to do some major shopping - which also consist of some crazy craft supplies which I've stocked up for the year, washi tapes! Snagged them all from the Supplies Surprise Bazaar 2014 while helping a friend out with our MAD Scientist Cosmetics line of homemade, organic, food-grade and kid-friendly lip balms. Now that my blog is slightly relived, I might make my own reviews on the awesome balms mainly because I believe in them, and you should too!

Till then, I'm signing off from my office desk becauseI'minthemoodforwritingafreakinglongpostwhichmeansit'smyblogwhichhasbeendeadforatleastayearnow and back to my handover list.

G'bye bloggie and I'mma be missing ya from here!

Wave along now, nothing here to see

Dear bloggie,

I just got back from a holiday! LIKE A REAL ONE. Be surprised. I warned ya. And a shopping spree. LIKE A REAL ONE.

You know how sucky it feels when you're in PD at a non-fancy hotel with no fancy stuff nor facilities, besides a beach, but still feels as though it was 1000x more worth it that a one-day trip to your relative's place? Yea, it felt so awesome. Well, the town's known for nothing better than its fly infested beaches and horrible beaches. Thankfully, we had a great time, you and me, at a reasonably priced hotel (which I got a super deal for!).

The room was spacious and surprisingly clean. It had a sink with a counter top, which hid a nice minibar in its noisy, squeaky cabinet and a two chaired dining table. Which I thought was awesome for families coz, families tend to have picnics and bungkus (pack) a damn lotta stuff from home. Besides that, their daybed was pretty neat for the cheapest room available - I mean, which hotel with a sane mind would've provided a daybed/sofa complete with a coffee table in a huge room along with a counter top sink?

However, their claimed 10 inch mattress and super comfy fluffy pillow is probably a myth, or a lie. It was stiff dead! Or the fluff was eaten by kids who stayed in the room. Or some couple must've sexed the pillows flat. Who knows?

ANYWAY, the beach was clean... er than expected. What? It's PD for crying out loud! Then again, I should rephrase that to like, "private beach" shared with only 4 hotels along the coast. It was empty coz of the Ramadhan month and it was freaking amazing when it's empty. I went to soak up some sun, hoping that I could be 3-4 shades darker. No good. The sun was shy on the day I had all the time in the world, except the day when I arrived and hung out with my family till 6pm and had to check-out at 12noon. Some luck that is! All I soaked were 2 hours on the day that I had to leave. I would've cried seriously.

Whatever it was, it was great fun and I'd still hurry along back to the hotel in about 3 months from now with mumball and daddie.

-meant to be posted WAY back last year-

Revival my matey'

Dear bloggie,

It's been a while not hasn't it? Time flew past once more like never before; and I'm here waiting for some winds of change. Maybe not some, but a drastic one.

In year 2012, I found myself 3/4 times more down than anyone else would possibly be because of work. I don't think that's changed at all though.

Today, I look at it with a different focus point where commitments start arising and the value of money isn't really as scrumptious as it used to be here. The amount of hard work and every day pressure is much more immense  than it used to be, not to mentioned that my current superior is leaving for good. I will be once more, overwhelmed by the same amount of work I did two years ago in the same seat.

My nose got me real good recently too. I was down with antibiotics non-stop for the past more or less 3 months. I'm not addicted to it for sure but it gets into you or your work very easily. Yeap, I AM weak and it doesn't need to be reminded. Oh, the blood test also revealed a few unwanted results; which had to be known anyway. Whatever the consequences or facts are, I've gotta face it. Now you know why I'm always tired, losing a lot of hair etc? Sigh... Apparently there's a serum which can help though... Just not now I suppose...

Anyway, my nose is doing mighty good now. It's been exactly five bloody days since I was under the knife and have been recovering very well. Slight bleeding as suspected and a lot of deep breathes, followed by a string of exhausting moments: I couldn't even wash my own mug nor wring the table cloth on the first three days. BUT I pushed it and actually went out for a nice shop with my sister. It makes me happy to see her happy; and I'm happy that it was a fruitful THREE hour walk around the simple mall.

Mum is recovering from her post depression too. She was admitted to HDU in end May, not too long after I was diagnosed with a crooked nose. Her dialysis costs impacted both dad and myself the most, hence I pray for strength, endurance and patience that all will be better soon.

By the way, bet you didn't know I've finally agreed to join CF this year! Well... for an unexpected agreement really. All the plans are rushing through my blood into my head like an avalanche, it's just so exciting! I know I'm about to face the best six months ahead like I've never had before - so MANY things to clean up, so MANY great ideas to spark, so MANY tough choices to make and most of all, so MANY paths to turn to, I'm already feeling lost.

Nonetheless, I've decided to go ahead with my very special someone I was oddly united to. T's been only six months however it feels like six years. Now, I'm not sure if that's a good thing or news for such feelings however I must treasure these precious thoughts and emotions which I was bestowed upon after much prayers over the last two years. Ups and downs happen. This I find unique though. There are days when I feel choked up and unable to speak to him about, but eventually we do. That I must say is rather magical because I have been scarred for my own good, something I've learnt to never do again. I love him. Repeated in my past relationships? Fuck that. This is my new life and I plan to move along well with this.

Bloggie, I haven't really been able to sleep very well nor quickly lately. I hope that once I'm back in the office, my mind will be too occupied to think of the unnecessary. There're just too many things running across in my head.

I'll be fine. Just need some mind revival moments.

I love you so much bloggie, I hope you take good care'a yerself there while I'm away. There're some minor detailing touch ups to do by this month.