Spoilt to the fullest. She’s one very well blessed lady who has gotten the best of many things which people wished they had. And the thing is, she didnt even ask for them. She was endowed with them very much so effortlessly. She heard how many envied her, somehow..something in her life, an ordinary life which some of the ordinaries wish they had that too. Ironic? Yea, to the extent sometimes she wonder…if hers is still considered as ‘ordinary’. Coz it’s not exactly very ordinary compared to the ordinaries yet they are very plain, simple and ordinary relative to the extraordinaries.

Being spoilt for a sufficient period of time contributed to the lostness in the realm of self and happiness. It’s hard to realise this, to realise how deeply etched and hence lost to a certain kind of treatment which you labelled ‘acceptable’. It become so fatal that when something goes slightly off fromwhat you usually received; because you were so lost in the best. Unknowingly, the standards you have climb higher..and higher. She know things like…it’s hard for her to step into a food court with exactly the same kind of ease as she used to have. (doesnt mean that she can’t). And most importantly, she knows it gets harder for the giving party each time there is something to be planned.

It takes a little effort now to realise that she almost let the word ‘cherish’ slips through her fingers, become irrational and hence unfair.

It seems to be the similar feeling when she had been a valedictorian in the olden days yet she has to drop to being one of the averages around (one who can’t be seen by the rest anymore). When you keep on succeeding, you begun to forget…forget and lose empathy of the emotions and thoughts of the failures. You get so lost in your own success that you ONLY allow success. I wouldnt know why but she’s beginning to feel that being so lost in the best of life can result in her growing into an incorrigible and intolerable spoilt brat.

Having spoilt and a continually inflatting pride could be a fatal combination. It gets even harder to give in(to someone who spoils you) to anybody. Worst, it gets harder to her to even admit…it’s her fault.

Nevertheless, she thank her ability to quickly self-appease. Being calm always puts her in a rational light, to apologise for being all her major agitations for the minor affairs.

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9 Jan 09

One of those lovely nights when we had a slow and late dinner over at Siglap. Vampy fetched the always-tired Ash.k for dinner. Settled at Xin Wang Hong Kong Cafe…I ordered what Vampy always order over there!..Cheese baked Spaghetti w Pork Ribs…which resulted in vampy having to order something else >< hehs. It’s nice with the cheese..other than that, i still think the pasta and the rice is a lil tasteless..that the taste of the sauces and ingredients have not been cooked into it.

Out of all the dishes, I still think that only their fried dimsum is sufficiently good! Explains why it’s not really a place I’ll ever have the craving for. A lady was going around to sell the membership card..she tried to convince us and I admit it is surely a money for value card but we see no point in it since we didnt particularly patronise the place often enough, nor do we particularly like the food there.

Their steamed dimsums are not very well-done as their skins hardens quickly and are kinda hard and thick!

On the contrary, the Muddy Mud Pie which I had been craving for a week serves the taste buds well! With the top Cappucino/Coffee layer being extra satisfying. Vampy’s Irish coffee is indeed manly bitter. And there we had a happy night! A slow dinner for 4hours plus. It’s pretty much an important tool to remind…happiness can be so easy, so casual sometimes. ;D

Tonight, out on the street, out in the moonlight 
And dammit this means too right, 
it’s just like deja vu 
Me standing here with you

…4:56 PM