July 2011
77 posts
Just received an email and I find it rather amusing yet sweet. It goes,
“Hi Michelle, Namaste!! this me Dharma. any way everey thinggood. even less work now a days. How are you? & How about your flight? my job is ok but not so much busy. because of offseason. i have 1 group this summar but thy think change next year. this year ticket fair bite expensive. my family are well and they say namaste for you and miguel as well. ok keep in touch and see you.. have agood day. with best regards Dharma.”
No, in fact I wish to fall in love all the time. Having someone to love makes me feel alive. Despite the heartbreaks, I still believe that being in love is the ultimate thing that makes my existence meaningful.
HAHA WTF.
Elliot, a palm reader once told me 7 is my lucky number and it has also been my favourite number for the past 12 years. AND of course beckham ;)
What an interesting day.
Today, I met the man who is commercializing a drug and a cure for Alzheimer. Tested over hundreds of patients and 17 hospitals in the UK and Singapore, the drug is currently in the phase 3 testing. $197 million invested and he is currently raising the other $200 million to complete the trial. Amazing man huh? Had another job offer from a customer, tips $$$ and I think 7 is my lucky number.
My 21st birthday is still a couple of months away but I was thinking instead of holding a party, should I just go travelling?
The end of chapter twelve of Shantharam, “But already, like the people in the ghetto, hundreds of feet below, I was picking through the smashed houses in my heart, and rebuilding on the ruin.” The ghetto is all the people in the slums have and when it gets destroyed by council workers as it goes beyond the legal perimeter, it will be rebuilt by the next day. Next month, they will come back and tear it down again then that will be rebuilt too. Like how our hearts are the only things we truly have. If someone breaks your heart, you still have to be the one to pick up the pieces and put them back together cause no one else will/can do it for you. And no matter how many times your heart is broken, you still have to piece it back again cause that is the only thing we have.
I think girls who bitch or gossip over the phone till late hours are damn lame.
First day of work yesterday, fucking shagged. Feels like I’ve been having a hangover since I woke up though I did not touch a single bit of alcohol.
Sharing of feelings = Imposing expectations/hopes = Underperforming due to pressure = Expectations/hopes not met = Disappointment & inadequacy = Unhappiness = Lesson learnt (Do not share too much of your feelings)