an affair

I have a confession to make.
I cheated on a man with another man.
I cheated on Jeremy with Kenji.

Gosh, I am utterly filled with remorse and regret.
I shouldnt have abandoned Jeremy.
I shouldnt have been taken in by the sweet monetary gains Kenji promised me.
I should have waited for Jeremy.
Even though I will only get to see him just before Chinese New Year.

I should have just waited for Jeremy to do his magic, even if it means letting my hair grow so long that it covers my face with grease and dandruff.

I SHOULD HAVE WAITED AND STAYED TRUE TO JEREMY.
Kenji and his assistant kept asking me questions which was very patronising.
Jeremy wouldn't do so. Jeremy asks intelligent questions.

Kenji chose a hair colour for me, only to have my friends telling me that my black roots are still showing.
Jeremy knows what works for me and such problems will not happen!

Kenji kept asking me to go for treatment and then bugged me to do rebonding, just to earn a quick buck.
Jeremy REFUSES to let me rebond because my hair is still recuperating from my past chemical disaster.

Kenji cheated me with a promising hair package but after I walked out of the hair salon, awake from all the drugs, I realised Jeremy would have done a better job at a more reasonable price.

Now I have an ugly mop for hair. Bloody retribution.
-cries-

Moral of the story: NEVER. NEVER EVER cheat on your hairdresser. Jeremy, please forgive me!

nostalgia

I am such a stick-in-the-mud.
I wish time could be rewind and allow me to go back to September 11 2008 because I wanna be on the plane to Wuhan.
And this time I am sure I will not bawl my eyes so crazily out. And this time I am sure I will not have this perpetual longing of getting my ass back to Singapore.
This time, I am sure I will go all out to immerse myself in the beauty of China right from the beginning.


I miss Wuhan and the days there.
But i know times are a-changing and Wuhan today is very much different.
No matter how many times I return, the feeling will be different because not everyone is there at the same time.
Huiting won't be my roomie.
I won't be sleeping Room 901.
Lao Gan Ma's alley food stalls has disappeared.
Some friends have grown distant.
Some classmates have grown into friends.


I guess this is how life works.
You can go back to your first love again.
I can go back to Wuhan again.
We can start all over again.
But nothing can ever remain the same, again.

1517 247 8517, i still remember my China number. -smiles wanly-

heartbreak warfare

Actually I can't believe that I'll be turning 22 in 2 months time and it's 2010.
2009 flew by at such a lightning speed that I ceased to catch up.
I spent 2009 going for parties and parties and going broke.
I actually went for TWENTY BIRTHDAY PARTIES with a huge bulk of it being insane people turning 21. Myself, included.

I pray with my limbs intertwined, that I need not keel myself over twenty first parties this year.
TWENTY leh, my gawd.
No joke.

But honestly, on the whole, I am thankful for 2009.
Because I found myself back then.
I would love to tell you my life story but i reckon it will not interest you very much so i'm shutting up.
Like how I wished Nicholas, I wish the same for you and me that in this 2010,
WE'LL ONLY MEET THE BEST PEOPLE.
because we all deserve a lil' loving every now and then.

:)

email war

Ben Teo really do bare an uncanny resemblance to Donnie Yen...

I finally found a plus point to having non-existent cornflake-sized eyes.
That is I can roll and roll and roll my eyes so often that no one really notices it.
And when one do notice that I am rolling my eyes, it is because when I do, all you see is the whites of my eyeball.

With small eyes, it is useless glaring at people because it has zero killer effect.
But with small eyes, rolling of eyes is useful because you can really see the whole eyeball rolling backwards.

And I totally rolled my eyes until the back of my head this morning.

Mr Youtube emailed me, while cc-ing Mr Wasabi and 2 other friends, asking me to send him a document.

Content of Mr Youtube's email:

Xiaomeimei.
We need your checklist.
Oi.

Because WE ARE FRIENDS, I replied everyone back:

HOI.
XXXXXXX XXXXXX XXXXX
Thanks ah!

Mr Wasabi then shot me an email:

Annabel,

Please be professional even if the other party is not.

We should have our standards.

XXXXXXXX

EH, emailing my friend also must be professional ah?
If he himself was professional in his other emails too, I would have nothing say..but no, you double headed wasabi snake! -roars-

The next time I email or text my friends, I will follow his SOP and go..

Dear XXX,
Would you be able to meet me for lunch/dinner/shopping on XX date and time?
It would be great if you revert as soon as possible.
Your presence will be much appreciated.
Thank you very much.

Yours sincerely, Annabel Lim

-sticks tongue out-

new skin

sorry to sound boastful at the start of the new year, but i personally think that this new blogskin is awesome. to further emphasize on this point, i'll use a colloquial Singaporean term..which is SIBEI CHIO AH! -chuckles-

I spent my the last day of 2009, learning an important lesson from Weiting.
That is, to be on good terms with the least popular teacher in school.
Because you never know what she may give you in return for your friendship and idolatry.
To think I was trying so hard over the past 3 years in poly, trying to be the blue eyed girl of Danny Yeo and Lee Tong King (which everyone else was doing too), while the very smart Weiting went on gossip tea sessions with Madam Chen Ying.
And on Christmas, Chen Ying gave a very generous gift to Weiting.
two hundred buckaroos.
WA LAU.

I promise that if i ever manage to enter university, I'll keep an eye out for the least popular professor and be a friend to him/her. Why join the crowd in swooning over the most popular and interesting professor? Be special and aim the most boring one! Because, he may be eternally grateful to you and maybe, maybe, you will be rewarded handsomely.

Thanks Weiting, for teaching me this lesson only on the last day of 2009.
-rolls eyes-