From My Perspective

This song made me smile the first time I heard it. It’s really sweet.

Hey there Delilah
What’s it like in New York City?
I’m a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can’t shine as bright as you
I swear it’s true

Hey there Delilah
Don’t you worry about the distance
I’m right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it’s my disguise
I’m by your side

Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar
We’ll have it good
We’ll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I’ve got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I’d write it all
Even more in love with me you’d fall
We’d have it all

Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they’ve got planes and trains and cars
I’d walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we’ll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you’re to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don’t you miss me
Two more years and you’ll be done with school
And I’ll be making history like I do
You’ll know it’s all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here’s to you
This ones for you

Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
What you do to me.

-Plain White T’s-

You can watch the video here. Enjoy~! =)

Three months and I’m still sober…

Kelly Clarkson– Sober.

 

Yeah, it’s been 3 months. 13 weeks. 92 days.

3 months, 3 paychecks. And I’m not drunk.

I know most of you have been asking how I’ve been, how working life has been.

It’s been "Great!", "Okay lah..", "Tolerable..", "Uhh..", "A lot of work but no mood to do any." Somewhere along those lines.

Editing is actually very tedious. And it’s not as glamourous as it sounds. But of course, it feels nice to have a newly-published book in your hands, especially one that you have edited. One of the few pleasures/joys at work.

 

Three months and I’m still breathing…

 

And i will continue to breathe. =D

I was bored/tired of working at work and took a breather. See what I cooked up.

Public speak

Make me weak 

Start to freak

Grow a beak

 

 

Say you need 

Faith and deed

Hear them plead 

See them bleed

 

 

Sun so bright

Cool moonlight 

Say I’m right

Start a fight

 

 

Spiders creep 

Children weep

Want to sleep 

Thoughts in deep

 

 

Take a walk

Write with chalk 

Long to talk

Talk and talk

 

 

Ball and chain 

Spank and cane

Get no gain 

With-out pain

-MeL-

17 Oct 2007 3.10pm

 

When I found out,
my whole body tensed. My mind was spinning and swirling, thinking of ways to
get my phone back. I was mid-way into panic mode. I had already reached PJ (it’s 30
minutes away from my office), and almost automatically, I turned back. A few
minutes passed. Traffic was getting heavier as I was trying to beat the
after-work traffic. I prayed so hard that I prayed out loud, alone in the car,
“Oh God, please let someone be there, please let the office be open,”
repeatedly.

 

Thinking, thinking,
thinking.

 

Praying, praying,
praying.

 

I knew I wasn’t
gonna make it. The latest I’ve heard of people staying back in the office was 6pm
or 6.30pm. With all the traffic, it would probably take me at least 40 minutes
to get back. The clock was ticking. 5.46pm. If the office was locked, I would
then have wasted a lot of petrol.

 

Then my mind
countered and said, “Why not just leave it there for the weekend?”

 

“For the weekend! That’s
crazy! I’ve got cell members to contact! People to call!”

 

Mind you, this is
not just some weekend. This weekend is gonna be a 4-day long weekend for me.

 

“Who do you need to call? Only 1 or 2 people at
most.”

 

At a traffic light,
I searched frantically again. I must have
misplaced it in the car somewhere!

 

Rummaged through my
handbag for what must have been the 10^th or 100^th time.

 

It’s not here. And I knew it.

 

While tapping my
fingers on the dashboard like a zombie on too much caffeine, I made my decision.

 

I’m turning back. Going home.

 

Made the U-turn,
and I almost felt like crying. A slight tinge of regret. My mind had 2 voices which were
taking turns to speak.

 

You could have made it.

 

You won’t make it. You’ll only waste time
and petrol.

 

You don’t believe God will answer your
prayer?

 

No, don’t waste your time fretting. Just go
home.

 

I tried so hard to
convince myself that going on without a phone can’t be that bad. So now,
phoneless, I am.

 

My dad just
said, “See how is it like loh, to live without a phone.”

 

That’s how I would
console myself too. To see the possibilities/impossibilities/struggles/freedom of living without
a phone. Let’s see if I enjoy my freedom from my phone, or suffer in
regret for not turning back.

 

I’m still
recovering from the trauma.

 

The most ironic
thing is, I remembered to bring work back home. *smack on the forehead*

                                    

                                       And i’m am THIS happy!

I’m no poet, and I can’t remember what was going through my mind when I wrote this, but here.. Here’s a piece of me..

what do you see?

what do you see?

a future? a hope?

doom? gloom?

what do you see?

love? happiness?

loneliness? quite quiet spaces?

what do you see?

-mel- 070807

I just feel like going away somewhere, anywhere! Go travel, see the world… *dream*

I vaguely remember fretting over my skirt  that i was wearing then. Cos it was different from the other girls and I desperately wanted to have the same skirt as theirs.  But in the end i wore my own skirt, and it was pretty enough.=)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing much has changed since then,  I still did fret over my  dress at 23.=)

It all started yesterday, with the aching of my body. And then just feeling plain sick. Driving home my eyes perpetually half-opened was frustrating, and it didn’t help that i was stuck on the road for an hour and 20 minutes.

So today is my first MC-day in my working life. haih. Fever is gone. But i went for a medical check-up (since i had the time) and because my gastric has been still acting up. More medicine to take. Ugh.

And since i have the WHOLE day, i might as well blog. hehe.

On other happier days.

my convocation.

One word. Momentous.

And so nerve-wracking. i was fumbling with my safety pins to make sure everything stayed in place. my hands were trembling while i tried to fasten the pins, which made the process more challenging and made me even more nervous. also, it didn’t help than i was late because of the jam getting there. i prayed so hard that i wouldn’t miss my own convocation!

But once i entered the hall, my nerves started to calm.

A grand event. The hall was decorated with flowers and flowing cloth. And the sight of so many of us in robes with smiles that never end was enough to jerk tears. I was elated to meet my coursemates again.

Best of all, my parents, sister AND grandparents were all there, IN the hall to witness my convocation. (they only allow 2 people per graduate, but my dad managed to sneak all of them in.)  As you can imagine, my grandparents were delighted as well.

i could tell you more, about how i had gastric and i prayed it away, about how my parents got to sit in the second row from the stage, about how i hid my handphone in my robe, about how fleeting the moment was when i received the scroll and was off the stage within seconds, about how i got to witness my best friends convocate together with me, but i would rather you capture it all from the pics. Enjoy~

The Pro-Cancellor for that session.

The fleeting moment captured in an image.

In between presentation of scrolls, we sang patriotic songs whilst waving our empty scroll covers in the air.

 

My happy parent with the flowers they bought for me.

My equally happy grandparents.

 

 

 

 

 

Then it was clicks and smiles all the way..

Me, Pinky and Kawan Karib Wai Kin. haha

 

 

 

Kom and I. Her parents bought me red roses! 

I was quite surprised when Kom told me that her mom was going to buy me flowers. Thank you, aunty!

Some of my coursemates=)

My ex-housemates who still have another year to go. What to do, accountants have to study harder..

Can’t forget my fellow PKVians..

My best friend who is already a mum. (looking at the pic, you get the feeling like she’s gonna continue studying, clutching books and all. hehe) You’re looking at a pharmacist right there.

Didn’t manage to get a pic with ALL of my coursemates, so that was a waste.

So there’s me,

 

and lastly, my whole family=)

What a day it was.

note: never be ashame to use the thesaurus. i did for this entry. for the word ‘happy’. hehe

I’m not usually a sucker for roses, bouquets or flowers. But these are just too beautiful to be ignored.

=) i’m happy