song a sing

Within the span of two and a half hours, we managed to have lunch and sing our hearts out. Yeap, we karaoke-d during lunch hour. It just doesn’t seem right kan, but that’s what we did. And I laughed so, so, so, so, (really, there are not enough SOs to describe it) hard. Oh my God, they’re so funny and I was funny and we’re all so funny. For the life of me I cannot sing. And I mean it. Just exactly how bad is my voice? Well, my brother has threatened to kill himself if I ever sing in public again, nobody has managed to figure out whenever I hum a tune with the hope of finding out the title of a particular song, my boyfriend cracks up every single time I sing in the car (and it’s a tried-tested-guaranteed way to make him laugh) and people usually laugh when I sing like as though I’m on stage doing stand-up comedy. But of course, I have never taken those reactions seriously. Because honestly, I don’t think my singing is all that bad *ehem* even though earlier on I admitted that I cannot sing. Yes, I may not be able to sing that well but at the same time I’m not exactly tone deaf either. So maybe I sing like as though I’m reading, maybe I pronounce each word too clearly, maybe I know neither head nor tail about the techniques but I still enjoy a good karaoke session and I’m a good sport! Today was so much fun but now I’m exhausted and sleepy.

Long weekend ahead! Ahh, happiness. You have no idea how much a long weekend break means until you’ve started working. I’ve always taken weekends for granted because when we were students, everyday was not much different from weekends. But now, my spirits and optimism shoot up by 150% on weekends. So, so precious. I have a few things to do over the weekend, but it’s not a chore kinda do. It’s more of a fun kinda do. Ohh, and Happy Chinese New Year to my late grandma’s relatives all the way in Penang and Kedah. (Haha, macam la they read my blog). When I was staying in Penang with my grandparents, we used to visit her relatives and I would always wear a new cute cheongsam. Ah, I was so cute. Haha. And I would get ang pows and oranges and ohh, fish-shaped mini orange cakes yang tak dapat dilupakan until today. I told you, I am crazy about cakes as much as I’m crazy about handbags. It would really make me happy if I get a cake – slice or whole and even the sight of delicious-looking cakes can lift up my mood. I feel like burying my face in the cake. Haha. A few birthdays ago, my birthday cake was shaped like a handbag. Perfect combination, two of my favourite things in the world. Who says you can’t have your handbag and eat it too?

So anyway, happy cuti everyone. And a reminder to myself - Behave. Relax. And don’t lah stress and take everything too seriously...

Be optimistic, don't you be a grumpy, when the road gets bumpy, just smile smile and be happy. Your troubles can't be as bad as all that, when you're sad as all that, no one loves you, be optimistic, don't you be a mourner, brighten up that corner, and smile. Don't wear a long face, it's never in style, be optimistic and smile. :)

Although it can be easier said than done sometimes.