Coffeeholic's Hour

Today is the day to ponder again, why on earth the people lay so much love on me even knowing the fact that I'm lousy? Some people call it popularity. Some call it personal charm. But really, you think this is effortless? Doesn't it bring you to a quest that what on earth had happened and brought me to some deep thoughts? Personal injury happened when I was doing stock-take in warehouse. Haslin was the one terrified with my dripping tears when my forehead accidentally hit the RO ramp so hard and it forced the tears out. I couldn't bother the bleeding shit until I had my work done, all the abang-abang managed to dig out some dettols, iodins, cotton buds from their pathetic first-aid and stopped the wound from bleeding then shooed me back to the main office, with one patch of funny bud on my forehead. Met Eija at the basement and she kept asking me to pack my stuff and go to clinic, which I refused because the freaking stock cards were saviour to my kak darling. Once I reache

It's very hard to not notice the kindness and especially the love of Prince Albert, King of Belgium for Queen Victoria - a man who is willing to stay with the Queen till his last breath, willing to stand by his wife without asking for popularity and support from the people. It's all the duties he draws purely out of the word of love, his faith and belief in her ruling the country, and his ever-supportive, confidence, and guidance in succeeding the sovereign for twenty years. I like love stories like that. In history. Because it happened. It could be dramaticised and yet I'm sure some part of it must be real. Some people think pure love is naive, unpractical. Does that notion negate you from searching something you wish to float on surface in the ocean of people? First, you want to get the right person. Then, you want to get a hold of his/her thought. Next, you try to change him/her to fit in your bill. Everyone keeps experimenting on the subjects they have in hand and waiti

I wore a skirt to office. Technically, it was a low-cut cocktail dress but I put on a top and ta-daa it became a new outfit (Nobody thought it was a dress until I told them and they were amazed). The point was I only wore black trousers to work since commencement. So the purple skirt made a big hoo-ha in the office and eventually the spotlight hit on me, which I thought they were really overreacted. First, the PA and customer service department could not stop teasing me. Then, the HR. Business team came next. Even the Marketing department. Lastly, MD. HR Manager and MD walked out the room. She tried to be funny with me and pointed to boss that I wore extraordinary outfit to work, "You see Shuying wears a skirt to work. Her legs so long leh." Best part of all, his eyes were sparkled in the midst of texting via BB. "Come come, let me see. Wah so pretty. CJ you should wear like that to work next time. I wouldn't sign any attire claims if it isn't skirt or dress.&quo

Didn't really realise since when it all started that people start to introduce guys to me, literally and practically. I was like putting on blind dates, which people can be conveniently getting to my friends and I's table. Yesterday I dreamt about a guy reading his vows to me. All I knew he was a Chinese guy and he spoke fluent Mandarin. A very quick flashback of from how this guy courting on me to getting nervous when I never agreed to legal kinship and he tried a lot of ways to make marriage proposal. He was a Christian/Catholic (uncertain but one of it for sure). I remembered I was wearing a white lacey tube dress by the poolside. We didn't walk down the aisle in a church. Hence, he showed me his vows. He asked for my preference of reading it alone or he would read it out loud for me. The vow was about the journey of how he felt for me. There were only two lines I remembered for the ending: "I will risk anything to remind you how much I love you if you have forgotte