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Is more better?

10 months out of the 12 in a year, I have one dog. The other 2 months, I have four dogs. Technically, they’re the family’s dogs and as I go back home once a year, I help out by taking care of the dogs.

What is involved in the so called dog-sitting?

  1. Feed them
  2. Pick up their poos and pees (even more effort needed if they do their business inside the house)
  3. Bathe them
  4. Give them their vitamins/meds
  5. Walk them

And last but not least, daily dose of affection and love. This is the easiest part.

With one dog, it was not much work. Life was easy. Food is dry food plus occasional wet food or raw meat. Like it or not, when my dog gets hungry, she’ll eat it.

So, I spare 5mins in the morning to give her her breakfast and morning meds then I go live my life. After uni, I reach home, spare one hour-ish to take her to the park and let her have her run, followed by dinner and night meds. Done for the day!

Since she’s the only dog in the house, there is never any problem with other doggies stealing other doggies’ food. Nor is there any problem with too much poop that I gotta pick them up every single day. Nor is there any problem with sharing my love as all my love was for her. Sounds funny, but it’s true!

Now that I have four dogs to take care of… Things started to unravel…

Meal time is a time for strategy. So one of the four is a senior dog who needs lots of extra nutrition so she eats half of special intensive care canned food plus the white of one boiled egg (cause she needs the protein). Quite a hassle compared to the one dog above…

One down, three to go. They eat dry dog food, problem is they fight. So I gotta put one in the backyard making sure the other one stays in the front yard so they both would eat separately and peacefully. And then… the one in the front yard wouldn’t eat so I gotta wait for him to eat while squeezing my brain out on what to mix in his food so he would eat it voluntarily. And I gotta wait for him to finish his meal to make sure he eats all his food as the other dogs would happily finish his food. See the problem?

Luckily, there are people who cleans up after the dogs, takes them for a walk, and bathes them regularly.

Using doggies as analogies.. I thought about talents and problems.

Let’s talk about talents first.


Moving on.

I’ve moved on.”
What comes to mind when you read that? What does it mean to move on from someone?
When’s the point where it is right to say that you have moved on?

Is it when you’ve stopped comparing other guys to him?
Or when you’ve stopped checking your phone in case he texted you?
Or when you’ve succeeded in not stalking visiting his Facebook?

Or it might be when you don’t take a look at pictures of him and you any more.

Personally, I think it’s when you’re alright seeing him with someone else. You might not be able to be happy for him yet, but at least it won’t break your heart to see him with another girl.

And now, I’m glad to say that I have moved on.

Long gone and moved on? Not yet.

Moved on? Yes.

Roller coaster ride.

“It’s about the journey, not about the destination.”

And blah blah, we’ve all heard that before.

As someone who is unhealthily obsessed with planning, I like my plans to go smoothly, fast and uninterrupted. Each and every one of them. When they don’t, I go mad.

Well, after 22 years of existence I have finally come to agree that.. life is unpredictable and you can’t plan everything. One way or another, the plan is bound to get tweaked here or there, or even cancelled.

So, you see how I might not grasp the meaning of the quote above.. For me, it’s all about the destination, how I can get there faster. Quick, quick, quick. Don’t waste any minute. On top of everything, do not wait for anything on the way, just gotta get there ASAP.

I like all things fast. Fast food, fast cars, fast exchange of words (slightly slower in languages which are not my first language), fast responses to jokes, anything fast is good. Fasting makes me hungry and slow though. Geddit? Sorry, bad pun.

Even for theme park rides, I prefer the faster ones. Roller coasters, tower of terrors, more roller coasters. They’re perfect, they’re the soul of theme parks. Shooting games, 4D movie theatres, water-related rides are alright. Ferris wheels, however, are stupid. I hate them. They’re slow and I’m scare of heights. Why would someone wanna be trapped in a sphere of transparent glass while being elevated very slowly off the ground while making stops every second or so, just to make that sphere tremble and make your heart feel like it’s gonna stop any minute? (Yeah, you get it, I’m just scared).

What I realize in all of those rides though, is that it’s all about the journey and not the destination. Because… the destination is the place you start, it’s a circle. Same thing with life. It’s a circle of life. You were made from dirt and when you die you will go back to dirt.


Just kidding.

I have never thought about it that much really, you know, the end of age and stuff. All I’ve been doing is trying to get to my short-term goal ASAP. All I’m saying is, sometimes it might be good to take things slow and just enjoy it.

Currently I can’t drive, so public transport, you’re my best friend now. Thing with public transport is, you have to wait. And with Melbourne, you wait more. It’s not easy when before I could go anywhere I want anytime I want, I can make it a 10 mins trip or a 15 mins trip if I decided to take this route instead of that route.

With trams and trains, I have to wait for my first one. Then get off and wait for my connecting tram. And if my first tram was late, guess what happens? Yes, I would miss my second one, which means more waiting.

At first, I can’t bear waiting. It feels like I’m wasting time. After a while though, I learned to enjoy the trip.

Enjoy the weather, enjoy the bumpy stops that test your balance (it’s kinda fun actually, just make sure not to fall on your face), enjoy getting my ticket checked, enjoy the different people I see on the tram.

Maybe, taking things slow is not as bad as I thought. After all..

“It’s about the journey, not about the destination.”


People’s purpose.

Heh. People’s purpose. Sounds cool, two words that start with the same letter. Doesn’t quite show what I’m trying to say, but eh, good enough for a title.

Have you ever stopped to think why there are certain people in your life? Why sometimes it seems like you’re always faced in situations with this ‘type’ of person again and again and again? Or, more specifically, why does it seem like God placed them around you even though you might not like them?

Well, in my opinion they are there, at certain periods of my life, to make me a better person.

They might cause conflicts; which was the case all through out my high school years. It took me a while to understand how to deal with those friends I regard bitchy, annoying and not worth talking to. After a few years/a few encounters with similar personalities, I felt like I kinda ‘graduated’ from that level and now I know what to do if I have similar problems.

They might also be my source of admiration; which is the current case. I am currently in a state of awe of these two friends that I just got to know better. Why? Because they are bold, they’re not afraid of going out of their way to get what they want, and they can stand for themselves. While I, on the other hand, is too self-conscious and worried about what others will think of me if I do this or do that. Will I offend them if I phrase my sentence this way? Will I come off too strong if I volunteer to do stuff first? And the list goes on..

I can always stand in their shadows and stay inside my sphere of admiration for them forever if I want, or I can learn from them. You’ve heard plenty enough of  “learning by imitating” by now, and yes I am going to test that theory to see if it works.

Just kidding, I know it works.

Things that make me :)

  1. Seeing my family. More like my parents. More like hearing their voice at this point. It doesn’t even matter what we talk about, since most of the time it’s mainly pointless. For example, I stared at my phone screen waiting for my mom to vacuum her room. I never thought that those little things that remind me of home are this priceless.
  2. Watching my dog do her mommy’s-home-i’m-so-excited dance after a long day. Never fails. Most of the time she doesn’t even get out of bed though, which still makes me smile.
  3. Talking to my best friend after countless days where I feel socially inadequate. It’s good to know that there’s at least a few people that gets you.
  4. When strangers smile at me. (Or less often, when I smile at them and they smile back.)
  5. When I understand what the doctors are talking about. And yes, by understand I mean 5% of it, at least I understand the words. Probably more like a smile of relief.
  6. A nice hot shower on a cold day. Wonderful.
  7. Getting to know your new friends. Which… I recently realized is through conversations. Clearly, I’m not a big fan of them. But sometimes, when my mood is right, when their mood is right, when the timing is right, the conversations would flow naturally and I don’t feel them as a responsibility to be a more social being.

Moody is my middle name.

Or at least it was for two days in the past week. And I’m happy I can positively say that it is all hormonal! Woohoo!

Them hormones are affecting me stronger these days. I’ve never had the cramps, nor the mood swings before, so I put too much thought into it and almost end up with the conclusion that I might have depression.


I’ve always thought winter is my soulmate, but I might be in love with summer too.

Have you ever read a post where the title doesn’t relate to the content of the post at all? Well, this is one of those posts. HA. To be honest, I’m trying to be poetic and relate it to what’s happening around me but it’s not happening.

Anyway, people change. They do.

A few days ago, I was quite excited to meet this best friend of mine from high school. I haven’t seen her for ages few months, so I was expecting to have a lunch blast! Why not dinner, you say? Because I have to study at night….

Well, I was in for a surprise. The once bubbly, has low threshold for excitement, very outgoing and straightforward girl that I knew, has grown up. She was quite reserved compared to what I expected. The way she dress, the way she talks, the way she presents herself. Mind you, I tend to over think so the change might just be due to her not feeling well or something else.

It’s a good change nonetheless. It also made me left out. Is everyone growing up?

So I thought… until I decided to postpone my study plan to meet up with the best friend that’s always home eating Indomie. And I felt better instantly. It’s amazing how a few seconds spent with a person you like is much much more memorable than hours spent trying to make small talks work.

We had ice cream, talked rubbish, and took the silliest pictures. It was a fun day.

I felt very blessed to have one of my bestest friends in the same city though we could only meet up on the weekends. I wish the other two are here too. Unfortunately, one is at another city, at least in the same country, while the other is far far away in a small country that I do not like.

I am blessed to have friends that listen to my stupid, unimportant and most of the time irrelevant stories. I talked about the friends I have in my current course, which of course they have no idea who. But they still listened. Listening is not an easy thing to do, moreover if you have no interest in what the topic is. So, thank you guys for putting up with my ramblings.

I am blessed to have friends that accept me for who I am (or at least I think they do). Insecurities creeping in…

I am blessed to have friends that laugh at the same jokes, frown and get irritated by the same things, cry together. No, the last part was a joke because I don’t cry, which is a result of being cold and heartless.

I am blessed to have friends that enable me to go through my university years and the upcoming (more) university years. Without them, I would probably have died alone in my lonely shell of introvert-ness. That’s not a word, is it?

On that note, I dislike the hashtag #bff. I like #yolo, though.