so anyway, 2012. don’t have anything planned yet, travel wise. i harbour hopes of visiting hong kong and singapore again before the year ends as my passport will expire in the middle of next year but i’m not holding my breath of those two trips happening.

that’s cos i’m planning to move out of my parent’s home this year. not moving too far away, though. still, it’s a big step for me. not looking forward to saving up but if it goes well, i can’t wait to build my own nest with my roommate and invite my friends over to hang out.

not everything is rosy, of course. lately, i am finding difficulties coping with my finances. i am splurging more than i ought to and a large part of that is because i own a credit card. i won’t fall into the trap of racking up credit card debts but paying them off in full is killing my savings. i don’t think i will cut my credit card but i really must try harder to curb unnecessary spending. which is so hard because i love pedicures and retail therapy and going out for drinks…

le sigh. being a young adult is fun but it sure comes with a lot of responsibility!

1. i found out a friend has a crush on me.
2. i went to singapore. (and met up with lovelyloey, one of my first blog buddies, who graciously brought me around her city)

3. i’m going to cherating.

when i put it like that, they definitely don’t seem like much but i’ve been quite distracted this month, so much so that i’ve neglected my one true friend – my books. well, these three things and watching reruns of friends have pretty much occupied most of my life right now, besides work.

oh, and 4. i started going to the gym.

it’s too early to tell if i will be a gym regular, but i do have a gym buddy so i hope that will motivate me. i’m also marking the days i go to the gym to make me want to go more.

i’m looking forward to the overnight trip at cherating but it also feels like this will be my last trip with this travel buddy. we seem to be growing apart as friends. i’m saddened by this but i know by now that sometimes friendships don’t last and i just have to let go and move on.

singapore was wonderful. it was the first vacation on my own, though technically it wasn’t a solo trip because lovelyloey was with me most of the time. but staying in a hotel room on my own does have its perks, like having the bathroom to myself and not feeling guilty if i sneeze too loudly because the air conditioner makes my nose run. and i like that i can wake up when i want, come back when i want, go where i want – basically be as self-indulgent as i can be. and of course, the shopping was amazing. i’m definitely coming back some day.

as for my friend… i could like him but i won’t for various complicated reasons. however, it hasn’t stopped me from exchanging flirtatious text messages. i feel like i’m playing with fire but as long as i don’t go beyond that, i think i won’t fall.

i have to say, it really feels nice to know someone thinks of me that way and is thinking of me. if only i’m not a coward and will actually take a stand – either be involved romantically or just stay strictly friends.

but it’s just a crush. he’ll get over it.

Oh, just great, i thought. An irritating and unfortunate thing but i thought someone could open the door from outside.

I started banging on the door, hoping someone would hear and come upstairs. They heard all right but figured i was hammering something on the wall in my room and went on watching tv.

It probably took me about 20 minutes before i got someone’s attention. And in that time, i felt so frustrated and helpless.

The house isn’t very big, just a typical double-storey terrace, but the bathroom was at the furthest point from the living room. That’s why i didn’t bother shouting cos the tv was so loud it wouldn’t matter how loud i shouted.

So i kept banging my hand, my fist on the door. Got a bruised knuckle to show for it.

I felt very frustrated because i was stuck in a place i didn’t want to be. I wanted to get out but i need to be helped. And to be helped i needed to get people’s attention. And to get them to stop their everyday routine and figure out hey, something’s wrong up there, i had to bang on the door repeatedly for 20-odd minutes. And when you’re stuck in a room and you don’t have a clock, 20 minutes feels like a very long time.

Now imagine the situation is not me being stuck in a bathroom. Imagine it’s me wanting to say, hey i have personal, emotional, psychological, communication issues and i need help.

That door is still stuck, that much i can say.

Anyway, after i finally got someone’s attention, we found that the door couldn’t be opened on the other side and had to call a locksmith.

Yeap. So after being stuck in the bathroom for over an hour, i ended the home drama on a rather humiliating note of having to pass a total stranger in just my towel to get to my room.

But relieved the episode is over.

Now why can’t the scriptwriter of my show have me stuck in the elevator at work with some cute guy? Then at least i have eye candy and i get to skip work.

right now i’m at a low point of my job because i got in trouble for a bad day’s work, which triggered a ridiculously overblown domino effect in my department. my mistake was mine, i claim responsibility for it, but the way the management has chosen to handle the situation was pretty appalling, to say the least. at one point, i was harassed. while some of the measures taken by the management did not directly affect some of the colleagues, nonetheless they were upset enough by the turn of events that they made rather drastic proclaimations and decisions.

if they go through with what rumours said they said, there could be an exodus. as it is, i’ve approached the idea of a transfer with the management. at this point, i don’t intend to leave the department for good, but i do want a change of scene. not so much because of the ugly stuff that’s going on at the office but because it’s the only time i’ll ever get myself to make a change. i’m a big follower of the ‘if it ain’t broke, why fix it’ mentality. and as it stands right now, the department feels quite broken and demoralised.

that’s the ongoing drama i hope will have a happy ending for me soon. in between the ensuing drama, i went on a vacation to one of malaysia’s best islands with some colleagues. i really enjoyed myself, though the 5-hour car trip each way was quite terrible. still, it was worth sitting on my butt for that long to feel sand in between my toes at the many beaches we visited around the island. it was also worth it when i walked up several hundred steps for a dip in a river. okay, maybe not that worth it when my legs ached for the next three days and the fact that the place did not have any decent changing rooms – i guess that’s all part of the experience of holidaying.

i want to write more but i’m getting sleepy. it’s almost 3am and i’m still at the office. i really should get my own laptop. today’s update is just about me trying to get past the bad episodes at the office. lots of people screwed up, including me, and i wish we could all start on a clean slate right now. but first, i have to complete the sentence given by the management. a pointless and unfair one, if you ask me, but nope, my opinion really doesn’t matter in the department. i’m just a desktop labourer, churning out the work given, so i don’t have much of a say in anything. so gotta complete the undesirable task before i can move on.

i’m tired but alive and kicking, if rather feebly. (but then again, the days of lively activity on this blog have long been gone so really it’s been quite feeble here for a while, hasn’t it?)

I didn’t really like the book. I didn’t think the 13 reasons were good enough for suicide. But what moved me was the way the suicide girl described how she wanted to be helped so much yet she pushed away the smallest show of it.

I do that. Push away help when it is offered, because i don’t trust that it’s sincere, or that it’s just temporary, or that it would actually help me. If you are my friend, and if i ever push you away, that’s the reason why.

I don’t think i’ll ever have the balls to take my own life. And probably whatever crisis of the moment i’ll go through in future will put me in a state of despair that feels very real.

that doesn’t mean i don’t want you to try. Try harder. Don’t give up on me. The harder you try to pull down the barrier, the harder i’ll try, too, to break down the wall from my side.

I hope when i should do this with a friend who’s worth my trying harder, i won’t let my friend down.