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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I think...
... it's a blessing to be able to confide in others. It's so much easier to just ramble on and on, then to embrace the advices given; or to remain stubborn and continue grumbling. It takes the burden off! But, being a traditional asian chinese, I am embarassed to share my problems. To me, I'm inflicting my pain upon you and you'll have to go through the trouble of pacifying me. Sometimes I feel that if you probe further, I might tell. But I guess I drew my line too deep inside that you tend to give up before crossing it. Even when I very much love to listen when others share their troubles, I still find it difficult to speak up. I truly understand how it feels for people who keep to themselves. We're not being selfish nor trying to "mislead others into thinking that everything is peachy and rosy". It's just easier to say "I'm fine". For me, it helps by appearing to be outgoing and taking charge of conversations because that wouldnt give others a chance to ask about me. So deep down inside, I'm a true blue introvert haha.. (though Hang will definitely disagree with my definition of an introvert)
... it's a blessing to be a confidant too. I'm not good at it. I'm so impatient that I either second-guess their thoughts or finish up their sentences for them (which I suppose can be quite irritating). And being insensitive doesnt help at all as I'm normally clueless after listening to the stories, picking up none of the issues hinted at. Okay I admit that sometimes I feel that their problems are not even problems to begin with (like being fat or having squabbles or hating jobs) because when compared to matters of life and death (even more so when i've just been through one recently), these are what I would label as immaterial (suggest to leave). By penning these thoughts, I risk losing the only few friends that are willing to confide in me. But not to worry, even fewer would be paying this blog a visit (probably only ms lim and ms chan, and sometimes ms seah, and maybe ms siew). To the few friends, I enjoy being and would love to continue being your confidant. It shows that my views matter and you feel your secret is safe with me. I will try to offer my very best advice; if not, just a listening ear!
Note that this entry was inspired by ms seah's post (which she copied from a newspaper article and successfully tricked me into thinking that she was indeed that cheem to write such a beautiful essay).
... it's a blessing to be a confidant too. I'm not good at it. I'm so impatient that I either second-guess their thoughts or finish up their sentences for them (which I suppose can be quite irritating). And being insensitive doesnt help at all as I'm normally clueless after listening to the stories, picking up none of the issues hinted at. Okay I admit that sometimes I feel that their problems are not even problems to begin with (like being fat or having squabbles or hating jobs) because when compared to matters of life and death (even more so when i've just been through one recently), these are what I would label as immaterial (suggest to leave). By penning these thoughts, I risk losing the only few friends that are willing to confide in me. But not to worry, even fewer would be paying this blog a visit (probably only ms lim and ms chan, and sometimes ms seah, and maybe ms siew). To the few friends, I enjoy being and would love to continue being your confidant. It shows that my views matter and you feel your secret is safe with me. I will try to offer my very best advice; if not, just a listening ear!
Note that this entry was inspired by ms seah's post (which she copied from a newspaper article and successfully tricked me into thinking that she was indeed that cheem to write such a beautiful essay).
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
you have no idea
When I say there are MANY roaches, you dont wanna imagine how MANY my many is... trust me, you dont wanna know
Sunday, September 6, 2009
One step closer
Yes! Third class today! Slightly hectic with the sudden rush of children into the studio at 2pm and the pile of cash and cheques thrown behind the counter (okay, exaggerating abit here).
When will the day come that Legato be able to hire me? and pay out profits? and have our own space?
Meanwhile, my desktop is filled with Yuwei's resumes and cover letters.
When will the day come that Legato be able to hire me? and pay out profits? and have our own space?
Meanwhile, my desktop is filled with Yuwei's resumes and cover letters.
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