4 posts tagged “life”

Hello beautiful people.

You know what's the best part of being one of the very few who speaks foreign languages in M'sia??

It's the fact that you are one of the very few and the nation acknowledges it.

So, when there's a huge-ass international thing going on, count yourself in.

First, you'll get a very polite invitation letter and then, you accept it.

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..and I suddenly feel so important..

I mean come on, one minute I'm a vain undergrad and suddenly, I'm with the national archives??

I'm a little amazed. Seriously.

And when I thought I couldn't feel any more important, they handed me a key.

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 ...to a room in The Equatorial.

WHA-?? I get a room??

I know the international delegates get rooms. I know the secretariats get rooms. I know some of the higher positioned staff from the national archives get rooms.

I GET A ROOM????

FOR A WHOLE WEEK???

Man.., this feels..erm..different. 

I might only end up having to talk to delegates from Spanish speaking countries who probably already speak perfect English. 

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I'm typing this right now on the bed and I'm still not quite believing it.

I definitely feel good and will be even better if those who once told me or my mom that I will end up becoming a nothing with a language degree find out.

This probably ain't anything to most people but for me who tried to prove to unconvinced people about the importance of language or the relevance of what I'm doing in this place, this is something beyond big. This is huge gigantic indescribable.

Anyway, this means there's not going to be any updates for the whole week but this room comes equipped with wireless internet connection. So, I might just take some time off from rolling on the bed from one side to another and blog!!

Hope you girls have a great week ahead. Mine already is.

I'm sorry. This is totally non-beauty related. I've been bottling what I'm about to say in myself for two days now and I'm dying. I need to let it out..let it all out.

Dear Alfred,

I know it has been 5 years since we last talked. I'm sorry our last conversation happened the way it did. We have said some really nasty thing to each other and over the years, you have tried to apologize at every available opportunities. I never forgave you and I told you I never wanted to talk to you anymore. I told you that I wished I never knew you. You were very wrong about me and so was I about you but you were a better person than I am. You smiled at me when we bumped into each other. I would walk past you without even aknowledging. You messaged me on IM and I would just conveniently close the chat window. You've have tried to make things better between us. Before all this happened, you've asked me to give us a chance and I've done everything to make it impossible. The friendship between us vanished over the years and there is no turning back now.  

It has been 5 years now and frankly, most of my memory of you have slipped away and then it happened.

I've been lying on my bed wide awake thinking about you and it all came back to me. It made me cry thinking of our final conversation. It wouldn't have happened the way it did if we were less stubborn. You've said so many hurtful things. I was equally bad. We both knew it was the anger and frustation talking but we refused to back down. I know that for a fact and I know you never meant what you've said because I didn't. I was angry and there was hatred. I didn't mean what I've said especially when I said that "..people like you should just die..".

You shouldn't die. You don't deserve to die.  

I know there is no point saying sorry now and I know there is no way you can forgive me. I will carry this guilt with me. You will never get to hear this from me but I forgive you and I'm sorry I took so long to do so.

May you rest in peace, Alfred.

It's 6.30 in the morning now.

No, I don't wake up early. I haven't slept yet.

My father fed me too much tea last night.

Since I don't think I'll be sleeping anytime soon, I'll bore you girls to death with a long winded introduction of my boring self.

I was pretty much nameless the first 3 months i resided in my Mommy's tummy but after a trip to the doctor, my parents decided that I would be called Phillip only to realise that i did not have what a Phillip should have when i crawled out and then they named me Annie. Due to the doctor's mistake, he didn't charge my parents a single cent which made me a 'free delivery' baby. Don't we all love free deliveries??

Well, that was more than 21 years ago and the number increases each year somewhere in July. Growing up, I was the goalkeeper of my older brother's one-man football team and i played with GhostBusters' figurines. I was overweight and grumpy until I started growing boobs. I got even more grumpy. I think God heard my mom's prayer because one fine morning, i decided to become vain.

It all started with drugstore brands up until I'm 17 when I started investing a little more on Red Earth and Stila. Being a brand snob that I was, I slowly ventured into MAC, ShuEumura, Benefit and BobbiBrown. Then comes the Dior, Chanel and Armani but i was disciplined. I limited myself to one purchase each month except for my birthday month where i'll get stuff from anywhere i like because then, I didn't have to pay for them! Being given a lot of freedom at young age where i could try different thing, I grew old pretty quickly. While everyone my age was busy experimenting new wonders and out hitting the hottest clubs, I was drinking tea and watching CSI with my father. Don't get me wrong, I do have fun. I read and I bake and i bake darn well. 

I'm sure I'm not the only one but I get more vain with each passing day and early this year, vanity overtook my boring life. I've stumbled upon MMU and the story begins..

..to be continued in Part2..

p/s: Until I'm happy talking about myself, there will not be any Beauty-related entries. Yeah, I can REALLY bore people to death.