Happy 47th Independence Day Chinabore!!!

It is the eve of the nation's 47th independence day and I am wearing all angelic micro mini white shift dress today , of course minus the external red... my red blood already pumping hard in anger this morning after reading someone's blog, that's enough of redness to last for the whole day... Drove my little mini me Adriana to school for her own school's celebration and reached office at 6.45am.. my colleagues thought I was mad to reach so early as there was a saying that there are flying or walking spirits of "Lucy" and "Thomas" in this old office...in short GHOST lah!

Well its Ramadhan and like an innocent kid, I believe all the bad spirit, ghost of the past, Jin and "Tonic" will be locked away for a good month....maybe I look like a walking ghost myself , all donned in white but definitely a chic happening ghost that everyone loves to encounter with.

What do I do today ? Wanted to book a room in MBS to view the annual spectacular firework but due to the fasting activity, I skipped that option. I always love National day when I was a kid but not anymore. I feel that the country socio-demographic has changed quite a bit and affect the way I feel about this nation. Rumors has it that the Ministry of Education has change some historical data in school textbook and deleted facts of Sang Nila Utama. Rumors has it that someone up there wanted to change the National Anthem to a more universal language and the fact that my kids thought that this nation is a Chinese country. No offence to my Singaporeans Chinese friends and kakis... There's just too much Chinese nationals invading this country and rooting their white porcelain ass here...and bringing along their beautiful social etiquette. Fark..! you are not welcome unless you can behave in a well mannered way we Singaporeans do and ensure cleanliness in this country. I encountered mandarin speaking language waitress in an all Muslim restaurant, that irks me big time and made me just walked out of the place feeling more hungry than before I came in because I had to further empty my stomach and organ systems by giving her a basket of my thoughts after having an ugly  unsuccessfully conversation with her. Even when my other half traveled to US, the immigration officer disclaimed that he is a Singaporean and when he was asked how a Singaporean looked like, the officer pointed out to a Chinese looking man!!! Redonkeylious!!!

Anyway, Singapore is different from China in many ways...google it yourself coz I'm not going to further write about these two associations, enough is enough...anyway snippets of the demographic stand as follow...

A song in the heart ALWAYS...

Sorry my beautiful and faithful readers, it took me 6 long dreaded months to actually find that little free time to pen my innermost thoughts and experiences here again. Many would think that I would have all the luxury in my lifetime to visit this blog..but you are so wrong. Every little time I am blessed with, there you will find me running to my little abode and even then still continue to run after my 3 wonderful kiddos.

Anyway to further expand and share where I stopped last, I just feel that I have been taken for granted by my loved ones. The pain I felt and still feeling it is as though I was push to literally sit on a chair full of long prickly cactus.... imagine how painful that would be!! Maybe it doesn't make sense to some people why my loved ones would be causing me pain...Exactly, that is when they take you for granted and feel that life blessings and gifts are provided in a silver platter and that once you are married, you don't need to provide that ongoing love, passion and comfort and that no more effort is needed to keep a sustainable meaningful and loving life.

I love life dearly but only recently I posted in FB how NOT SO UPBEAT I am feeling about life anymore. It is seriously a case of pendulum for me... lots of swings and ups and downs. Why and when are some people a pain in the ass and a song in your heart....

He will be be a beautiful melodious song in my fragile heart when he makes me utterly happy and makes me feel so much in love and wanted. Makes me feel at peace and assured that comfort is to him I go to whenever I needed one.....that only happens when you don't have the "Mrs" title... once you are the Mrs, the DJ gradually stopped playing the beautiful song that always linger in your ears.

Pain in the ass is when everything else stays static when it hits the rock bottom and no effort is taken to make change. I sometimes regret remarrying because I feel that I am not appreciated and not being loved as much as before. I refuse to accept that feeling and will try to reverse it....however it is never easy. When you are taken for granted and not received anymore passion, affection and words of encouragement, concern and love...you know where you are in their life....

I hope to recover quickly from this phase in life that I am going through...no more emotional pain please. I have decided that I will quietly hum that once beautiful song in my heart while sitting on that family of Cactaceae plant..