Down to 3

Instead of heading back to my folks flat after the airport, we're going to exit this little concrete island and check-in to my temporary home away from home by the border. I figured it would be nice to have some private time first since we will end up coming back and staying at my folks place for Christmas eve.

OooOh and i've also booked 2 nights at The Scarlet... *grins*

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I'm not so much a religious person but i'm asking God [or anyone out there who's eavesdropping], to please let this Christmas holiday be stress-free! Here's wishing everyone gets along ie. no arguments or confrontations to occur.

HAPPY, HAPPY THOUGHTS!

3 more hours to go.
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Can you hear my heart beat?

27 hours and counting...

Stolen from BITE blog

[Please note: Attachment above has NO relation to the story below. Apologies in advance. I just figured a bit of Masuimi Max would add some sparkle to the page plus Christmas is just around the corner].

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It feels so surreal to know that in approximately 27 hours i will be standing at the arrival hall. There i'll be waiting for him to get off his 13 hour flight and then having to impatiently wait for him to take his suitcase off the baggage carousel.

I've imagined this moment over and over but actually watching it come to life is a whole different story. Will we be shy or will it be a huge homecoming moment? Trying to catch that initial reaction is priceless, it's that split moment that our eyes lock that we'll know whether the chemistry is as valid as i think it is.

The suspense is making my heart beat faster.

The more that i think about it the more it makes me nervous. Don't get me wrong, i'm absolutely over the moon that i'll be seeing my man. Perhaps we're both still wrapped in that honeymoon stage of lust. Needless to say 7 days is no indication of whether a confirmed future is on our hands but the past 3 months we've allowed it to take its course and as a result, we're being reunited. Not knowing what would become of us has somehow left an air of mystery to both of our lives.

Again, Good Things Happen in Threes.

This holiday is like a test to see whether we're durable. It's one thing dealing with our daily stresses, commitments and responsibilities on our own but it's another, when one has to share it with another being. It takes a lot of getting used to especially since i've been in Single Ville for quite some time but i'm ready to move on. Yes, we've agreed to take it one step at a time but i can't help but look at the bigger picture... there are so many factors to consider. But i THINK it can work out, in this case, Time will only tell. Yes i know it's cheesy but hey, nothin' wrong with a bit of cheese in ones' life, right?

Fortunately, we have this time to get to know one another.

And i do believe there are some things in life that require no spoken or written words. The simple touch of a hand can do wonders, a connection that's invisible to the naked eye. I guess that's where chemistry comes in.

It's the simple things that people often take for granted.

But we both agree there has always been a friendship, it started when we were 13. Naive to a certain degree and inexperienced because Life was only beginning. Our lives ran parallel when we moved countries and we eventually lost contact with one another. 14 years later, we still laugh and look at each other as if we're 13.

Perhaps both of our pasts somehow led us to meet again and it was a case of 'the right time and right place' syndrome.

They say one learns from their past and i make a conscious effort to look back onto mine to see what went wrong. Not so much scared that i might lose myself in the process since i believe it's through experience that one can fully appreciate a moment, be it good or bad but i am evolving and learning new things about myself that perhaps i never thought i could do.

There's so much Change going on both internally and externally.

In the meantime, some memories have disappeared whilst others have left deep scars. Communication is key in all relationships, more so in long-distance ones.

I like to think we're like a modern day fairytale rated both PG13 and X-rated depending on the season. An honest relationship laced with Drama, Suspense and Comedy. Our next episode is roughly 13 days long and as much as i'm trying to stay level-headed i know our farewell is always in the back of my head. This New Year countdown marks possibly something greater in both of our lives and perhaps an end to suffering. [Believe me, it's probably more drama than you think].

To all my silent readers: Happy holidays!

PS. Can you believe i've added a Relationships Label. Damn... who would have thought. I guess times are changing and i'm moving on... finally.

It's not so bad being a woman after all.

Today i made it to my 2.30pm appointment and for the next 21 days i can only hope Yasmin and i will be the best of friends. I reckon any serious side effects will only be felt after the 1st month... so we'll see.

I was in and out of her office within minutes and because of that she was nice enough to waiver the consultation fee. Isn't that nice? I later jumped on the train and made my way to the city to start my Christmas shopping adventure. And although i haven't completed my whole list, i think i did pretty well considering i walked around for... 6 hours.

The weather wasn't exactly great. It pissed down pretty much the whole day but most of the time i was walking in and out of shops and department stores, it didn't really bother me.

I eventually found myself looking for lingerie. UH-OH!

With so many designs, textures, colours and cuts on the market, it was so difficult for me to find something that i liked let alone see myself flounce around in or anyone else for that matter. Which is probably why it took me so long. I'm quite particular about what i wear, not so much the brand but how it looks and feels.

I'm sure most women will agree there's something about wearing really nice undergarments that makes a woman feel extra special no matter what she's wearing on the outside. She could wear the most beat up outfit but if she's wearing something really saucy underneath, it can make all the difference to how the woman feels overall and how she projects herself to others. Try it, it's great!

So half a dozen lingerie shops and department stores later, i found a few that i liked. There was this gorgeous corset but i couldn't justify paying over 300 especially if it would only be worn a few times. Overall, i'm happy with my choices. Obviously splurging on lingerie was not entirely for my own benefit. My man travels half way across the world, it's the least that i can do.

So yea, now i am absolutely knackered.

But my Christmas pressie hunting does not end there, it continues tomorrow after lunch. Who knows where i'll end up or what i'll end up whipping my credit card out for next.

I firmly believe shopping is evil but hey, it's damn right therapeutic and a definite Time waster.

CREDIT CARD REMINDER: Remember the exchange rate!

Better Safe Than Sorry.

:: Dance with Shadows ::

PAST: It was nearly 3 years ago that i was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism and roughly 2 and a half years ago when i broke down into a blubber of tears in front of my thyroid doctor. I was going through a really rough time with work, my relationship of 8 years was at its end and my thyroid levels were extremely high which meant my hormones were out of whack. I could say i was a complete mess.

Without warning, she ushered me to see a shrink.

I can't begin by telling you how much of an ass i thought he was. Laughter was his way of dealing with it. Not that i would bust out in giggles but more like each story i revealed he'd laugh it off and made me think nothing was wrong. I begged to differ.

Seriously, what kind of professional laughs at their suicidal patient? It didn't take long for me to change psychiatrists.

It got so bad that facing the outside world felt like a threat to my existence. Nothing anyone did or say could have helped. I was in a very dark place mentally. His only solution was to immediately write me a prescription for anti-depressants. I was informed that it would take a few weeks for my body to adjust. The initial dosage did jack shit, in fact i felt even worse. Panic attacks followed after and i found myself wanting to hide away from the world. Which is when he doubled the dosage and only then did i feel an ounce of relief.

But then i lost all form of emotions and it got far worse before it got better.

PRESENT: 2 and a half years, 2 relapses later, thyroid levels back to normal, jobless, Shrink #2 and alternating my days on half the dosage [depending on how my brain feels], i'm feeling much better! I would say the last few months has made all the difference.

Evident in the topics that i write about and how i feel overall, there seems to be a trend in positivity. In recent months i've made an effort to cut down on my drinking and attempted to quit smoking [but unfortunately failed... BUT I WILL TRY AGAIN].

And with this current relationship i am in, it has in fact sparked Happiness to return. I can't tell you how great it is to have my thoughts quietened down and not feel like the world is out to get me [although i have my moments, don't we all?]. I feel like my days where i wake up wondering whether that day will be my last have now diminished and death is no longer one of my options.

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You could say i'm extremely excited that my beau is flying half way across the world to see me! Oh my gawd, 4 more days to go! It is obvious what is on top our agenda when we're behind closed doors. I can't believe it's been 2 and half months already!

So the other day i made an appointment to see a new gynae. Not exactly a tourist attraction when one first arrives in a new country but i figured it was necessary due to the circumstances. And although i've never had the "Bees and the Birds" talk with the parentals, the topic of The Pill has come up various times in the past few weeks. Believe me, it's not something i CHOOSE to speak about over lunch but it happened. Trust me, i've had worse!

We all agree, now is NOT the time to take any chances. Don't get me wrong, one day i hope to have children but with so many things to factor in, it's better to be safe than sorry. So i decided to take an extra precaution and made an appointment at the nearest Women's clinic.

Now that's when i found out.

No, no... there is NO bun in the oven. Apparently because of the meds i'm on, the doc is hesitant to prescribe The Pill to me because it will effect the potency of both and may stress out my liver even more. But then again, knocking back whiskey doesn't do me any favors either. She insists that i see a counselor just to make sure i have someone "looking after me" should i have a relapse or anything chronic happens.

Yes, this would mean Shrink #3. My appointment is fixed for the 3rd of January.

She recommends i get an IUD, also known as a coil, it involves inserting this T shaped device into my cervix. But the thought of having ANYTHING inserted that far up doesn't quite sit comfortably in my brain, if ya know what i mean... especially if they say it can last 3-5 years.

I already know every doctor will say that the combination of AD's and oral contraceptives is not good. She recommends a NOVA-T [which has a copper coil and is toxic to sperm] or Mirena which is 3 times the price but releases hormones at a steady rate. BUT after reading several forums online, the nightmares that women have gone through doesn't seem all that favorable.

She then tells me to hop onto the table and does an ultrasound scan. Explaining every step of the way and what each shadow on the screen represents. She says, everything seems perfectly fine and gives me a print out as a souvenir. Phew... my ovaries are intact and everything is within normal range of one another.

She says i can go ahead with the IUD should i choose to and there shouldn't be a problem. I told her i would think about it overnight but i still made the appointment for the next day [only to cancel it the next day because i'm still unsure].

So later that evening i'm googling various methods of contraceptives. Some side effects are more harsh than others and each method has its pros and cons. Nothing is 100% safe except obviously abstinence but i'll be honest and say in the next 2 weeks, that ain't gonna happen!

One would think i would have thought of this years ago especially since i was in an 8 year relationship but i guess one never really thinks about these things in the heat of the moment. Often one relies on Lady Luck to be on their side 24/7 and so far i've been lucky! *Knocks on wood*

I know it only takes ONE good swimmer to hit the bullseye.

As for my boyfriend's past track record, well let's just say he's won gold... twice! So neither one of us want to take any chances and he's insisting we take double precautions. I haven't decided which method i'd go with but i've gone ahead and made an appointment for tomorrow anyway.

Wish me luck!

... Damn it, that leaves me one less day for Christmas shopping.

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The Kitty Foster Family

:: Well hello there, Fancy seeing you here ::

The other day i found Satan's spawn perched by the hotel sofa. At first i thought he was watching Discovery [you've seen those World's Funniest Home Videos] but he wasn't. He was mesmorized by his reflection on the back of the book shelf! Vain as he is... i'm guessing he hadn't seen a 4 legged creature for awhile. I'm sure he doesn't even think he's a cat. And if it weren't for the bell around his neck that would jingle each time he would attempt to some extreme yoga pose, i'm sure i'd trip up on him more than i did.

I guess from the time he was the size of my shoe, he always found comfort as being my shadow. Wherever i was in my apartment it was necessary that he be witness. Never mind that i had to distort my body so he had enough space. Or welcome the idea of a peeping tom[cat] peering through the shower curtains. Yes i know i bitched and moaned about the times he attacked me with his rice grain teeth but all in all, he will always be my little silent stalker that i love very much.

So when my dad mentioned to me that when i'd make the move to the little concrete island, my first thoughts were, what about Satan's spawn? Initially, i was going to put him into quarantine [apparently it's a one month sentence] and i'd take him to my parent's flat. But my mom's fear is the whole drama of the move and suddenly having to be put into a 4-wall cell may cause him to go even more nuts. There were so many factors that needed to be taken into consideration.

So then it went to Plan B. Get a foster family to care for him until Chrissie gets her shit sorted and gets a job, so then she can find her own pad and then make the move less stressful for the kitty.

Originally, i was supposed to hand him over on the Sunday i arrived. But my dad figured the drive down was enough to stress him out, why not i hang on to him for one more night. I observed his ways and seemed to adjust fine. Even finding his way to his litter box without a problem. Nobody likes stained carpets. Then it ended up being 2 nights.

By the 11th i had to give him up.

I went along to the Purchasing Officer Lady's house [the new foster family]. She has two cats, one black tomcat aged 2 years and a white pregnant 1 year old female. We drove up to their small house and i noticed there was no netting to prevent the cats from making an escape.

Uh oh.

As i walked in with my "city" cat and his basket of treats, i was greeted by her family who were eager to meet the boss' daughter's cat. The tomcat draped his lazy self by the cupboard opening one lazy eye and the female stubby tailed kitten flounced her way past to make herself noticed.

AND THEN that's when Satan's spawn's true colours came out. He hissed, growled and made a huge fuss. No amount of reassuring or petting could have eased him. He was so confused, I'm sure all he was thinking was, who were these strange people and why are they touching me?

I found out later he only left his carrier the day after to eat and then soon after found refuge in his small space. Crapping all over the place to mark whatever little territory he has but apparently that is "normal" for cats. And only now he's beginning to trust The Husband. Only HE is allowed to put the food out and then only then will Satan's spawn follow.

As for the relationship between the other cats and Satan's spawn, all i know is that they're scared shitless of him.

:: Up close and way too personal ::

I tried to take a nice photo of him and i lying on the floor, you know those tear jerking owner and pet shots BUT i guess resting his arse on my head was his way of showing his LOVE.

New digits

So i made it over without much of a fuss. The weather hasn't exactly been beautiful but seeing that it's the monsoon season, it's not like much can be done.

Since i've arrived i've been busy taking my mom out and accompanying her to do her errands. It hasn't really hit that, yes... i will be here permanently. But i guess once the new year rolls in and i go for interviews, i'm sure reality will find it's way back. Yes i will eventually flee the nest... again and look for my own pad even though i love my parentals dearly, i do like my own space and independence. But until that day comes again, i guess it's nice to not come home to an empty apartment for a change.

And with 90% of my things still being housed at my temporary home by the border, it still feels like i'm only here on a visit... much like an extended holiday. As usual my dad will arrive on Saturday and will be bringing over one of my other suitcases with the clothes that i think i'll be wearing for the next month or two. My nomad lifestyle is slowly coming to a close but until i get my new place and Satan's spawn returns, home doesn't really feel like home, if ya know what i mean.

But apart from adjusting to a new bed... again and being surrounded by a mix of my distant past and recent activities, i think things are slowly falling into place. Finally.

Can you believe ONE more week to go until my man arrives? It's all going so fast, i'm getting more and more excited. I still haven't sorted out my Christmas shopping and i still have no idea what to get.

oOoooooer... Naughty or Nice?

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Today the sun was out for a change and so my mom and i decided to head out. Well more like she spent it at the hairdresser's and i was busy looking at phone deals. Originally, i had planned on getting a prepaid but after speaking to several representatives and browsing through leaflets it would end up being more cost effective if i signed a contract. I guess that's why they're there... to lure people like me to signing up with them! And with mom being a citizen it meant that i could have it under her name and that also meant i didn't have to pay that ridiculous expatriate fee. It sucks that expats have to pay much more than locals.

But being a sucker for deals, i noticed there was an offer for contracts and new mobiles. Previously, a Samsung user but never really a loyal customer, i decided to give in and ended up getting the Sandy beige coloured Sony Ericsson K770i. Best part was i only paid S$68. Why not? Hell, i'm starting a new chapter, why not a new phone to go along with it... yes i know that's a lame excuse, oh well.

So for the past hour or so, i've been slowly getting accustomed to the menu and its features. I'm sure half of the shit in there i won't ever use but hey, nothing beats playing with a new toy.

Crossing over

It's official.

In a few minutes i will be declared a Tourist. I will be crossing the border and handing over the A4 piece of paper to the immigration and showing the coloured stamp in my passport that clearly states i MUST exit the country by the 12th... that's today.

Where oh where has Time gone?

Finally... it's done!

[Obelix courtesy of asterix.co.nz]

Done.

After much scrubbing, vacuuming, disposing and much thanks to my dad who helped do the hardcore cleaning because the dust would be way too much for me. And because for ONCE i was organised and packed before schedule, most of the things we were done on Saturday evening. The timing couldn't have been any better. Then Sunday noon the movers came and within minutes my boxes were neatly organised at the back of the truck... if only packing were that fast!

For those of you who have read the comic strip, Asterix may know the character, Obelix, he is known to have super human strength. Well one of the guys that helped move my boxes could be the Asian human equivalent. It seemed like the 2 flights of stairs weren't a problem and his determination simply amazed my dad and i. For such a little man he had incredible speed! It seemed like no matter what the weight he just hoisted it up on his shoulder as if he were carrying a bag of feathers!

The most heaviest item was a bookcase filled with all sorts of items, we then wrapped it in a blanket and bound it with string. Clearly it would need at least 2 people, if not more to carry it. But nooOooo the Asian Obelix picked it up and off he went.

It was amazing!

As planned by 1pm i handed over the keys to the landlady and she wrote out a cheque for my deposit. It's amazing how a bit of elbow grease, sweat and MAJOR spring cleaning can transform a place. We made a pit stop at the hospital to pick up my month supply of meds and off we went.

The drive itself was smooth, accompanied by several down pours and 4 roadside accidents. For the first half the journey i had kitty and his carrier on my lap. I'm sure he was super confused since being in the CARRIER usually equals to a visit to the vet OR he'll be staying in some cage whilst i disappeared for a long weekend, road trip or some impromptu random getaway.

But this time it was different. Every few seconds of silence he would follow it by minutes of repetitive meowing, which made it nearly impossible to take a nap. I even tried playing my dad's favorite Enya cd in the car hoping it would keep him calm.

It didn't.

So dad being the champion that he is, said it would be less stressful and a better idea if Satan's Spawn stay one night at the hotel. Then the next day, the woman who is supposedly going to care for him will drop by and collect him. Of course i was ecstatic since that meant i could spend a night with him.

So yea, I don't have to say bye just yet.

He snooped around the apartment, squeezing himself into every nook and cranny then jumped on everything to get a good look at his surroundings. Scouting the area like one big playground before deciding which spot was his favorite.

Then last night i watched TV in bed from yet another temporary bed and soon enough found his spot in the middle of the mattress and took advantage of my body warmth. It was as if nothing had changed, it was nice to fall asleep with the sound of purring in the background. And because he's litter trained and i know he won't tear up the place, i can have visitation rights and bring him to my temporary home away from home by the border.

I know i'll miss him but i know our separation isn't permanent.

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It's been raining practically all day which makes Beddy Bye Time look MIGHTY FINE right about now. I might as well take advantage of all the sleep i can get. ooOOoooer... It's great to be jobless on holiday!

Checking Out

The time is drawing near.
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I'm about to check out and am heading to the apartment to wait for the truck to arrive. I haven't had a moment to sit back and digest it all. I've just been so very busy! My puny muscles hurt from scrubbing and carrying all the boxes around. But i reckon the 3 plus hour car ride will allow me some breathing space so i can sink into the front seat and pass out.

Be Right Back!

In 2 weeks!

[OMFG... a complete Care Bears & Rainbows moment]

So i'm a little shell shocked. In fact i'm VERY flattered. Maybe that's not even the right word. Excited, nervous, anxious... SO happy, could describe how i feel. I have no expectations but at the same time, i can't help but wish for EVERYTHING to go smoothly, wouldn't we all?

It feels like only days ago we stood by the escalators and i shed some tears as we said farewell. Not knowing what would happen next but that we agreed it was the most 'amazing' week. Where has Time gone? It took a little over two months, daily phone calls, over a hundred emails later and a realisation that we had to see one another again soon, for him to make the next move.

No! Nobody is relocating.
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Not anytime soon anyway.

SERIOUSLY!? Who would have thought, Chrissie would find SOMEONE let alone have the guy jump on a plane and travel half way across the world to spend their holiday with her? It's so surreal.

Hmmm... i guess this means this guy MUST really like me, eh? eheheheh...

For a minute there, i was actually nervous breaking the news to the parentals. I felt like i was 13 again asking them if i could have a friend let alone a guy stay over. [Reason being that i'll be crashing at my parents place as of next week]. But we've agreed, we'd run away and stay elsewhere for most of the time... oOOoooer... we're checking into a hotel.

They've never met him and they've only heard bits and pieces from my weekly phone calls back home. The last time i introduced someone as my "boyfriend" AND had him stay in my room under their roof was when i was 16! And even THAT was a bit risque back then. But we had been together for just over a year and they had met him several times before that.

Boyfriend.

It still sounds foreign to my ears. Maybe if i keep chanting it to myself, i'll get used to it and it'll embed itself into my consciousness. But why is it when i say, "Partner" it doesn't sound as if it belongs in the high school ranks? I guess it can also suggest a "same-sex" relationship or something far more serious like one is married.

No, no, no... we're taking ONE STEP at a time.

Hello! I'm not that delusional. I still have my career to sort out and we both have our lives to figure out. The only difference is, we're taking each other into consideration.

ooOOooo... it sounds all so grown up. Even admitting to being IN a relationship is a HUGE step for me. I can't believe SOMEONE out there would bother to travel thousands of kilometres just to see ME! It's been so long since i've looked forward to Christmas and even more so the New Year. I'm so excited, i could throw up!

I guess wishes do come true after all.

Would you like fries with that?

The past few nights i've been trying to catch up with ole' friends, these are the very same people whom i usually see annually, be it Christmas or some random birthday celebration. But as the days are drawing closer and closer and the contents of my apartment are being grouped together in several sized boxes, the realisation that i'm actually leaving... for good... hasn't even sunk in.

Hmmm... I will bet you it will hit me the second i least expect it. But then again, it's not like i'm thaaaaat far away. Right?

Nugget and i found some empty boxes by the roadside last night, clearly they were made to be taken. It was my inner bag lady that busted out of the car and grabbed as many as i could and shoved them in her boot. Not really paying so much attention to what kind of boxes they were except that they were in good condition. Having left the MACFRIES + BEEF PATTIES boxes in the boot, Nugget was convinced the funky smell was coming from the back.

But after close examination, alls well. Lucky for me there were no left overs and the sniffer dogs aren't attracted to the scent of old potatoes and ground carcass bits.

But seriously! I've got more important things going on, like number crunching.

No thanks to my previous agency, it's taken me longer to cancel my work permit because THEY hadn't cleared my taxes even though i had thought everything was done once i resigned. But all thanks to the very kind Finance lady at my previous office, she's gone ahead and helped me clear them. Who knew that as an expat one must be in the country NO LESS than 182 days otherwise one gets taxed some obscene amount. So far i'm counting my lucky stars!

So whilst i continue to sort out loose ends, i'll just wait patiently for Friday and hope everything goes smoothly. All i need is to sort out my clothes, finish off packing, get my passport/letter of reference and an A4 piece paper from immigration that basically says, "Bon Voyage! Now You Can Fuck Off".

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ooOOoooo oOOoo oooo *jumpin around like a monkey* Some exciting news to share, after a phone call this morning, my 2007 Christmas wish MAY come true after all!!! *Keeping my fingers crossed but until it's confirmed, i can't really say anything AS YET*

And if that doesn't get you excited December's forecast is looking MIGHTY fine... and also quite freaky since it even states [sourrce: Astrologyzone.com Pisces: DECEMBER 2007]

Jupiter will visit your 11th house of friends, associates, and new contacts, so the one thing you can count on in 2008 is that you will have a chance to make many new friends. You may have been working so hard this year that you didn't have the time to socialize and may not have noticed that you and some of your old friends have been drifting apart as you picked up new interests. If you recently moved to a new neighborhood, you may not have had the time to meet new people and make new friends, and you may have felt the lack of close contact. Now, all that will be redressed, and you should see results fairly soon!

And if that's not enough,

One more surprise is due - the luckiest day of the year will arrive on December 23! This day will also be the full moon in Cancer! Wow! How lucky can you get? Cancer rules your house of true love, bringing feelings to their fullest point. Dear Pisces, on this weekend, romance and friendship should sparkle brightly for you!
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Romantically, this could be a very strong month. Venus will glide in fellow water sign Scorpio, increasing your charm and ability to freely express your deepest feelings.

WooOooh...

Oh THERE it is...

[Satan's Spawn isn't much help when it comes to sorting things out]

In the past 3 hours i've learnt how to throw away unnecessary things. A known pack rat and hoarder, it's actually quite liberating to dispose of items i have not seen in years and will probably have no use of in days to come. And in the process of clearing away my past, i've found a variety of items such as;

a] Time sheets completed in 2003.
b] My original Hotlink pack that i bought including the receipt dated 29.07.03
c] A birthday card from my ex wishing me a very happy 25th birthday and even stating that, i don't need to wait for my 27th year for good things to happen [Hmmmpf... YEA RIGHT 25 was probably one of my worst years AND 27 was MY YEAR after all].
d] My Savings Account Passbook which i successfully held on to for 10 years [but then THOUGHT i lost, so paid for a replacement BUT now misplaced the replacement].
e] A cheque for a months' salary that i had THOUGHT i lost during Christmas 2006 but then found ONLY after they had to reissue me and after much drama.
f] My diaries of the past 5 years... [Hmmmpf... i can already regurgitate the drama filled pages].
g] Receipts dated as far back as 2003 and many so old, the ink has faded.
h] A cookbook titled, "Cooking for One".
i] Various books i bought during my impulse buys but never went past the first few chapters.
j] Photo albums ranging from 1993-2002.

Thank you!

A massive thank you to my friends for organising a farewell dinner + drinks last night... i really appreciate it. Oh and thanks YC again for the Maccas "ass" cushion... ehhehe I LOVE IT. Not forgetting a huge thanks to Chook for taking care of me when i'm in my intoxicated state and making sure i got back in one piece.

Dinner was at Jarrod & Rawlins [i'm so glad that you boys picked that place... the place is great]. I'm sure i forgot to thank everyone personally but i am very grateful. I guess i just wanted to say thank you all so much to those who came. Once i upload the photos, i'll post the link. But after looking through my photos, surprisingly, i didn't take that many. My own farewell and i didn't go snappy happy crazy... how odd.

A few of us went on to GG's brother's bar, Hana to continue the intoxication mission and as usual i was the only girl at the table. Then at some point during the evening in a drunken moment, i made my little speech telling them how much they'll be missed. How much i love them and that i'll always be their Bass Agents Pimpstress and bla, bla, bla. After which, i did get emotional and as predicted the combination of too much alcohol and sadness did indeed evoke tears.

I'm such a girl!