tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61149943135640247742024-03-12T16:16:22.229-07:00lafftaffThis is just me.. no pretensions.wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550300984786020465noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114994313564024774.post-86845173229006428222009-03-27T05:02:00.000-07:002009-03-27T05:20:03.527-07:00Letting Go<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" >it has been months since i last posted a blog. i got too busy with work, was sick for few weeks, and went home for 5 days to attend my sister's graduation. anyways, enough of that.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" >i was cleaning my yahoo email account when i read an email my sister sent which has my old poems. ok, to give you a brief background, i was into writing poems since i was 10 or 11 years old until college. after college, i somehow lost the "talent".</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" >i would like to share this one particular poem because i am in the process of letting go of someone. i wrote this back in July of 2000. and to be honest, at the time i wrote this, i just imagined the situation and wanted to somehow capture the pain. hope you'll like it. feel free to drop a comment. cheers.</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Letting Go<br /><br />The lightest touch<br />The saddest smile<br />The gentlest kiss<br />... it's been a while<br /><br />Here in your arms<br />Me holding you tight<br />Keeping you close<br />In the still of the night<br /><br />You looked at me<br />You touched my cheek<br />You held my hand<br />... to scared to speak<br /><br />Closing my eyes<br />Not wanting to cry<br />You let go of my hand<br />And you whispered goodbye.<br /><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span>wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550300984786020465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114994313564024774.post-26489040014702680482009-01-25T06:31:00.000-08:002009-01-25T06:57:58.085-08:00Just Moved In<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">I moved in to my new "home" yesterday. I must tell you, I hate moving to a new place. It's just too tiring and stressful for me. I know I have moved around a lot but I haven't gotten used to it. I hate it everytime.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Hate aside (hate IS a strong word so I promise not to use it too often), I like my new room. It's smaller than the previous one but I feel at home here. I feel more relaxed. Plus, I have my own small tv! yay! I also have my own bathroom so I'm feeling blessed. Have I mentioned before that the pool is right outside the condo unit?=)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">I managed to arrange most of my stuff.The others... well I just placed them in the boxes while I think of a way to get rid of them. I didn't know I had this many odd things.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Anyways, I took a couple of pics of how messy my room was yesterday.</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMC-MkSNYDM6dc3t2sXY5znKO-YdgxWhHa3wu89HBH45lfAziZCOO-ehyphenhyphenyAxWTMQFwvmiVTPd7Re9FQ9zcjRrSBu4CDGiD7ZhDtudzcNKVjJ05uwvS4MsDj85hZmS2CJRF2iVdK4rOvVwD/s1600-h/2009_0124ader0025.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMC-MkSNYDM6dc3t2sXY5znKO-YdgxWhHa3wu89HBH45lfAziZCOO-ehyphenhyphenyAxWTMQFwvmiVTPd7Re9FQ9zcjRrSBu4CDGiD7ZhDtudzcNKVjJ05uwvS4MsDj85hZmS2CJRF2iVdK4rOvVwD/s200/2009_0124ader0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295243458189345762" border="0" /></a></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivpIdjQvVDxHInk3I0CKSIsT2P7jzaArqo165_jJJK6mzMklWjaLgqDwJcLCtrGk_aB3dLRjIpjK8Sr5qKYeQAz55XFvlFQTbDOWaE0sMpuCyjupXSKwoSMJhEyVc7nVXDYwawwEiqCTDz/s1600-h/2009_0124ader0023.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivpIdjQvVDxHInk3I0CKSIsT2P7jzaArqo165_jJJK6mzMklWjaLgqDwJcLCtrGk_aB3dLRjIpjK8Sr5qKYeQAz55XFvlFQTbDOWaE0sMpuCyjupXSKwoSMJhEyVc7nVXDYwawwEiqCTDz/s200/2009_0124ader0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295243453552634402" border="0" /></a></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">I'm happy to say the room looks better now ;)</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Cheers!</span></span><br /></div>wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550300984786020465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114994313564024774.post-76139028135550871602009-01-19T05:10:00.000-08:002009-01-19T05:45:03.301-08:00Flatmates<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Currently, I have 6 flatmates: one is an old friend from Manila and the rest are the people we met when we arrived here in Singapore and stayed in a hostel for a few months. We had so much fun and we were there for each other during those first few difficult months. We all bonded that we decided to rent a flat for ourselves and share the expenses. This made sense that time. More privacy and less expenses. First month went smoothly. We were like a family. But then, sooner than we thought, things changed.<br /><br />I started hearing complaints here and there that so and so is so inconsiderate, insensitive, etc. It would have been manageable (I think) but then some can't pay the rent on time and then something really bad happened which destroyed the trust we have for each other. It was all too much to bear already. It got me thinking. Why do I care so much of these people who only cares about themselves? Why should I care when I've only known them for a few months? What do I really know about them?<br /><br />So I decided to be on my own for a change. Focus on myself first. I have no one here. I'm the only one who can take care of myself. This time, it's all about me. It's about time I think.<br /><br />I'm moving out this Saturday. I've rented a room in one of the condos in the west coast. Love the place. I'll show you some pics next time.<br /><br />So here's to going solo and having fun ;)<br /><br />Cheers!<br /><br /></span></div>wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550300984786020465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114994313564024774.post-27916170016163346562009-01-10T05:22:00.000-08:002009-01-10T05:55:38.679-08:00After 6 Months<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">It has been around 6 months since my first post. I decided to give you an update of how my life is (so far) living in a foreign country.</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">I'm lucky enough to have a great job. I like my boss (for a change) and I'm quite close with my colleagues. I currently share a flat with some of my friends here but I'm moving out in the next couple of weeks.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">I'm beginning to fall in love with this place. It's quiet, clean, and everybody's disciplined. I like clubbing here because I get to observe new things that would surprise my conservative (yes, CONSERVATIVE) self. What are those things... well I would suggest you come and see for yourself. It's fun around here when you go out at night. If you don't like the club scene, you can always go to Starbucks for a quiet evening with a cup of coffee. Too bad though, I have yet to see one that opens 24 hours.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">The year just started so I'm looking forward to a great new year. I wonder what's in store for me. Can't wait =)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Oh.. one more thing, I changed my hairstyle. My sister posted our new pics in her <a href="http://agnice.blogspot.com/">own blog</a>. Check it out if you want.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Cheers!</span></span><br /></div>wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550300984786020465noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114994313564024774.post-9469131585630568312008-06-23T09:23:00.000-07:002008-06-23T09:48:04.507-07:00night before sg<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">i'm leaving for singapore tomorrow night. i don't know what's really in store for me there aside from a new job. been thinking if moving there was a good choice or will i be happy there. my friends told me to think positive and i am doing just that. it is going to be a new adventure for me. i am really excited and a bit scared at the same time. but i can handle this. i'll manage.<br /></span></span></span>wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550300984786020465noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114994313564024774.post-5441601751897863202008-06-15T03:01:00.000-07:002008-06-15T03:33:46.841-07:00y not give this a try?<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">i'm finally doing this. i don't know how she did it but my sister finally got me to create my own blog. since i'm a newbie at blogging, and the fact that i know nothing of the technicalities behind blogging, i'll look around first and get back to you as soon as i can.</span></span><br /></div>wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550300984786020465noreply@blogger.com0