I always believe that having a DREAM is the key to the path of success. Simply because of the saying:

"watch your thoughts, for they become words.
watch your words, for they become actions.
watch your actions, for they become habits.
watch your habits, for they become character.
watch your character, for it becomes your destiny."

MoofMoof and I both have a DREAM. We want to be financially independent and retire by the age of 35. Yes, it sounds difficult but it is not impossible. WHY do we place ourselves with such a difficult challenge? The answer to that is very simple: TIME is GOLD. We don't want to have to spend the rest of our life working our ass off for someone else and missing out on life. Life is not about the expensive and luxury things that the world has to offer but simple things like watching our children grow, sitting down for dinners with friends and family laughing over silly things and being able to take in what the world has to offer and see how beautiful it actually is.

These simple things in life are very dear to us, thus we will do whatever it takes to make our DREAM come true. We are truly grateful to have wonderful friends and family who stand by us and cheer us on while we embark on our journey to reach our DREAM. Thank you people, we love you!

Lately my fren Redbabe has been writing a few post about these mysterious creatures; her mysterious creature to be exact. Her latest post is so funny, it has prompt me to write about them creatures too. 

It's been ages since I last blog. Not having any writers blocked, just that I was too lazy to write and I was too busy designing, sketching and making new softies. I haven't even made softies samples for Tough Girl101. I don't hate cats but I don't mingle with cats too often so I'm having troubles drawing cute angry cats. Made some sketches of cats but still, am not too happy about them. I'm suffering from "perfectionist syndrome". This is bad. Work is progressing slowly as I'm constantly unhappy with the design and the outcome hence the ripping apart of unsatisfactory softies. Currently I have some legs, hands, tiny lil shirts and a head sitting in my storage box. I don't even know what to do with them! I'm absolutely frustrated!

To fend of those frustrations I've decided to sign up for the gym last Tuesday and went for my first work out session last night with MoofMoof. Miraculously it helped! I ran 2miles = 3.2km on the treadmill (I think I can do more than that because I was hardly tired) followed by some triceps, biceps, legs and abs workout. 

Work permit is finally approved and I received my travel documents yesterday. That means I have to start cracking my brain and think of what I want to do. I've been entertaining the idea of the possibility as an interpreter. Despite the fact that I'm unsure if I'm cut out for the job, I've decided to do more research and give it a shot. Every day I tell myself to buckle up and work towards my goal. I have to admit that it's a painful struggle as I can be too laid back and I'm easily de-motivated. The stresses pile on when people do not understand how hard I'm trying and instead they throw in unfair criticism and casting judgmental looks my way. Oh well, tomorrow will be a better day.

Enough rambling and I shall get back to work. 

I never made new year resolutions before because I know by the end of the year, when it's time to reflect on them, nothing would've changed. I'm the kind of person who likes to procastinate things and do it at the very last minute or not do it at all. That being said, I'm not the type who doesn't plan for the future. In fact, I have a long list of things I want for the future; I wanna buy a house, I wanna start my own business, I want a fulfilling life, I wanna travel the world and so on and so forth.

Snowy Christmas is not what I've imagined it to be. Not the beautiful pure white Christmas day that I've always dreamed of. Actually turns out to be the direct opposite. 

(this is only considered mild dirty slush)

There are enough goodness to go around for everyone in life. Though most of the time we are too caught up in the buzz of life. Piles and piles of work and trains after trains of traffic engulfed all the goodness in us and around us. Day in and day out we complain, we whine of how pathetic our life is and how life is so unfair, how unfortunate we are and how lonely we are. Getting too preoccupied with our own emotional mumbo jumbo we forget about so many millions out there who are so much more unfortunate. Drowned by modernity and propagation of urban beliefs we lost our way. Gratitude and being blessed becomes an ancient feeling. I don't blame you for not seeing it. We all need to be reminded once in a while of the good things that are around us and of the good things we have in us. Whenever you feel less fortunate, picture the victims of Cyclone in Myanmar, Earthquake in Si Chuan and war infested countries. So many homeless and starving, striving hard to make by and yet feeling thankful each day for they are still alive.

It's time for us to go hand in hand and spread some love and kindness all around the world. You can always drop a kind contribution (it does not always has to be money, it can be in the form of support, skills or kind encouraging words as long as it brings a certain kind of comfort for the people in need) at http://www.tzuchi.org/global/ or any other voluntary foundation you believe in.

LETS LOVE AND BE LOVE!

Acknowledge it, embrace it and allow it to stream out steadily. Before you know it, you'll to be strong again. You can't be strong without being weak. Just like a snake, it's strong, agile and vicious but to grow stronger and bigger it has to shed it's skin. When it does, it goes limp, motionless and lifeless for some time. But once it recovers and once new skin comes around it becomes stronger and more powerful than ever before. Same goes to you and I and everyone else around the world.

So don't fret when you fall. See it, feel it and learn from it. Recover you will and better you will be.

Have you ever had someone saying to you, "I don't know how to tell him/her but I really don't think it's gonna work out between me and him/her anymore. Is there a way I can tell him/her without hurting him/her?".

Dear lord, every time someone pops that question, I am so ever tempted to pull my baseball bat out of the secret compartment from my evil head and swing it right at his/her face and scream at his/her face; "What are you dumb or retarded?! What kinda fxckshit question are you asking?". Seriously there is no where in hell that you'll find a way to break up with someone without hurting them. Only way to not hurt them is suck whatever misery you have in the relationship out of your dumb brain and chuck it up your ass and hold his/her hands and pretend everything is peachy perfect. Yes, you're dumb the minute that question pops into your head and you're just about to spill it right out in your bestie's face.

That being said, I do not think all breakups have to be bad or ugly up to the point where you can't even be distant friends. Of course it's gonna hurt no matter how you lay it out but at least bring out some honesty and tell him/her how you really feel. Don't be fake in whatever you do. Try to break it off honestly and maturely so both of you can move on with your life until someone better suited comes along. If he/she has questions, do answer them fairly without engaging in any form of blame-finding game. Oftentimes there are faults in both sides that wrecks the relationship. Just remember to be kind and compassionate. The sooner you do it, the sooner he or she can heal and move on with their life. Good luck to those of you who are plotting a breakup plan. *I'm no professor in the game of love. In all the trips and rides of my life, I took some wrong turns and lost my way. I found my way back but I cannot be certain that I'll never get lost. However, lessons will be learned and life shall move on.*

To those of you jerks out there who are too much of a chicken to do it yourself and hoping silently that he/she will hit the road, and fast. You can now hope out loud. Here's a couple of tips I gather from magazines and websites (well I tweak them a little and I sprinkled some of my dark evil spices into the soon-to-be-breakup potion for more intense flavor) that you might consider useful:

1. When you're taking a crap or a leak, purposely leave the door open and Work It Baby! Do it like you mean it! Make a good show out of it and make sure he/she hears them good.
2. Pee repeatedly on the seat and do not flush - it usually only works if you're a guy
3. Pick your nose on a date and proceed with feeding him/her that prawn you peel specially for.
4. Tell your partner that he/she reminds you of your high school sweetheart. Do not forget to throw in some juicy details that what they both have in common throws you off your chair and turns you on in rocket time.
5. Ask her to get a breast enlargement or ask him to get a dick enlargement.

Those are my top 5 favorites and I kinda think it might actually work if you really wanna try it out but I truly do not recommend it unless you're really out of choices. They are purely just for laughs. Hope you guys enjoy it.

You know, I've been trying to write these couple of days. There are so many things I wanna write about, it's not like I couldn't crack anything out of my mind but I just didn't have the heart to do so. So many things have been boggling me, boggling me deep into the core of my brain. So many questions I need answers to and yet none answered. At times I just feel like running away from all of these but rationally and logically I know that running away isn't going to solve anything in the long run and I have to be brave and upfront in facing the reality or whatever it is that is laid down perfectly in front of me with the irresistible life dressing. True enough but yet I couldn't rid off the temptation of running from reality and thus I ended up anesthetizing myself with lots and lots of sleep that I no longer know which is day or which is night.

I don't know if it's anyone's fault anymore or is it just mea culpa. Is life suppose to be like this, I ask myself quite often. One tragic event after another? I'd like to think that I'm scrappy. I used to think I am but now I'm not too sure anymore. I'm beginning to doubt my spirit in life, to doubt everything. Has the life in me slipping slowly away, draining me dry? Yet, at times I feel so alive! Orh darn, LIFE is so complicated! I hate it and yet I love it. Geez I wish I can just melt and dissolve into the ground into nothingness. Vanished from the face of earth, the most brutal battling arena in the whole universe. Period.

“Tick Tick Tuck Tuck, Tick Tick Tuck Tuck”, the sound of my fingers flying over the keyboard, typing away lines and lines of 4GL codes…Music blaring in my ears. Wasn’t really concentrating on what’s playing. As a song trails off, another came up, one after another…and then something just robs my attention away. All the codes fade off, all I can see and hear now is the song, a song that I’ve not heard for quite some time. My past unfolds as the song progressed. I see my past so vividly as if I’m still trapped in a time warp.

Amazing huh, how certain songs have such intense blow on our emotions and our life? Some songs remind me of certain people and some songs remind me of certain time in my life. It all feels really magical.
Well the song that stunned me earlier is Cupid’s Chokehold by Gym Class Heroes (feat. Patrick Stump). A song that was my ring-tone, a song that I listened to when I shower, a song that I listened to when I was waiting, a song that I listened to when I did a lot of things… a cute catchy sweet song that I really love.

Have you ever being called a b*tch? Well I have…both friendly and unfriendly...
Friendly b*tch was a just a "you b*tch , you fxcker" joke between me and my dear friend zeemi.

But I was also called a b*tch in a not so friendly way. Someone wrote me a hateful message sometime ago saying "$@#*%$#* You should be ashamed of yourself".

I just wanna point it out that I am not a b*tch, I am not ashamed of myself and there is no need to explain myself. Whatever happened, happens for a reason. It wasn't a sleazy act nor was it gain by treats or tricks.

It was reality, very honest, very factual and true to life.