Karaoke Marathon

Lately, I've been doing a lot of Karaoke with friends who love to sing and I'm starting to get bored of it. Five times a week is too much and since this is my last week of work, I don't wanna give myself anymore extended lunch breaks just for the sake of singing.

So there are a few of my current favorite videos on youtube which HJ recommended and thought they might suit my mood. Yes, they do and that's why they're what I've been listening to lately.

This is my favorite duet song which Yu recommended.



坏人 is one of HJ's favorite and this scene in the MTV reminds me of someone.

Precious Memories

After work, I drove around the places where we used to go and stopped by the roadside with this ICED coconut milkshake in my hand. Or should I say "FROZEN coconut milkshake"? Whatever it is, I still need to thank lovely Tigger for it.

Today, I reminisced on sweet memories. It was a night filled with sentimental moments on this pathetic little bench by Malacca River where we took turns to lie down on our sweaty backs and trust me, I can still remember the stinky smell of your shirt (Eww..) as strong as I can remember the smell of Armani (Ahh..)!

I pictured you giving me a piggy back ride without your shirt on and no, I didn't get down the car to jog but I felt good to watch the scenes repeating in the back of my head.

I see your face in my mind, all the time. I can still smell you on random days and sometimes, I stare blankly and picture you standing, watching me from the glass window at my workplace, drinking from a bottle with your hand in your pocket, like this one time. I remember that smile and the look in your eyes. You're far away and it seems like impossible to lay my hands on you but I would rather choose to continue living in my fairy tale fantasies like how I always imagine you walking into my counter, surprising me, just so I can feel you here with me.

I miss how you held my hand in Sushi King. I miss the way you used to say "Shh..." to calm my fears. I miss making 'gold' our chat topic. I miss how we let our imaginations run wild. I miss the laughter we shared. Your words. Many, many, many smiles and some tears. I miss everything about you.

At the moment, "All Out Of Love" is my current favorite song. You requested to sing it both times we went karaoke and I didn't expect myself to be singing it alone in this petite room which seemed to be so huge without you around. I wish to see you again. I miss being with you. *Grabs pen and quickly includes this into my wish list*. Yes, I <3 to dream!

And I wanna make it come true =)

Two Hearts Broken. Or Maybe Just One.

Isn't it great to wake up feeling you're on top of the world, to know that you have someone special in your life to turn to anytime when you're down? You find the corners of your mouth turning up uncontrollably and it's wondrous happiness but what if it's taken away?

The annoying alarm rings vibrate and spoil your sweet dream. You snooze it for another ten-minute sleep and finally get up to blame the rings for destroying your wonderful dream. It's an irritating reminder of reality and that two loving hearts are still miles apart. You get out of bed and drag yourself to the bathroom, wishing you were still asleep. You put on your working uniform and reluctantly drive to work.

Before you reach, you change your mind abruptly and decide to self-declare an off day like you did the last time. You make up excuses and tell your partner that you'll be late for work. You think you deserve the best employee award. You feel it's okay to not go just because you're downhearted. You run away from responsibilities.

You drive around without destinations. Your vision is getting blurred. You find it hard to breathe and all you can taste is this salty saline solution dripping down from your eyes. After you wipe it off, it comes running down again. You feel that the world is crashing down around you. That someone important who has been watching over you decided to walk out of your life during your darkest days for some reasons.

You are lost. You're sure you never asked for more but he made this decision which he thought was best. You wanted to run this relationship as a team but he chose to fight the battles alone. He chose to give up on the never-ending kisses, the romantic fantasies, the wish list and the dreams shared. You held on tightly no matter what it takes but he let go easily. Your heart starts to bleed, thinking that you're a burden he wanted to lift off his shoulders or maybe he wanted to have more options. You don't wanna make assumptions but they're probably the only few reasons you can think of.

You give your ugly broken smiles but sadly nothing can replace reality. What should you do next? What should I do? Should I end this chapter or leave it without an ending?

I crumpled my wish list paper, tore it into pieces and held the pieces in my cupped hands. After pondering for awhile, I decided to keep it for reference or maybe one day I'll leave them to be taken by the breeze. But not today.

My Workplace Is Hell But It Brings Childhood Memories

I'm not trying to make a statement that work is boring but being a promoter in Parkson Grand Mahkota Parade is just plain boring! It seems more like a standing competition to me. I mean, how many customers can you expect when there are places like DP and Carrefour? For the past week, I'd spent most of my time building castles in the air, making myself dumber as my brain had stopped functioning for quite awhile when there were very few people checking out the children dresses at my counter. Anyhow, I still enjoy watching how parents pamper their little darlings, trying every possible way to coax their princesses into trying out the dresses and there was this young, pretty lady who even asked me for sweets or chocolates. and at last, she had to play a true tone which went like "Meooow, meoooow..." on her phone just to get her precious daughter to wear the dress. How sweet! It always makes me happy to watch these frolicking children playing hide and seek, chasing after one another, walking hand in hand with their parents, pulling their dad's mustache or kissing their dad's @$$. Naive little rascals!

Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time or time travel back to my past when my brother and I used to catch tadpoles from the drains, build our territory under the old double-decker bed where we hid and imagined we were fighting wars, build our playground in the bedroom, take midnight walks on the rooftop to spy on people and look for our cousins next door, skip a rope till the break of dawn, steal the flags on the offerings during the hungry-ghost festivals and burn them in the old cinema which is now dad's office, go on bike expeditions when I got lost once but managed to find my way home, give names to every single pillow and bolster, I can name a few: Bearku, Dolly, Yellow Hair and many more but frankly speaking, I hated the wrestling, boxing, Dragon Ball, Street Fighter, KOF part when I always got bullied. My hands and legs would be twisted and ended up in wrong positions. All these explain why at times I'm so unladylike but up till today I still miss those days. The fun times of my childhood days.

Last, I wish there were more customers so I didn't have to daydream that often and scribble your name all over my daily sales report.