My peppermint life

Here I'm sitting, in front of my laptop, on my current chair..

Why current chair? It's because I am international assignee who don't have permanent seat,

so everyday I have to find who's the one taking leave in that day

Hihi, what a life, just enjoy it with smile :)

And today? I only have to update presentation and reading business case

Not as tight as previous day, even I can smell deeply my hot peppermint tea :)

Feel the smell, feel the taste, catch the glory of life
Ahh, love this..

Indian Face?

One question in my head lately, "do I look like Indian?"

Why? I don't know, Indian man always smile at me, talk to me, and ask me whether I am Indian or not

Then I asked my friend, Indian woman from India about it, and she said "yes, you look like Indian, white Indian"

LOL

Will

The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength,

not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack in will

Vince Lombardi

Night at Changi

It's 2.09 AM when I started typing this post

I've been sitting in McDonald, Terminal 2 Changi Airport for 2 hours

I was accompanied by mellow song which maybe launched when I was a baby..

Also by my finished meal, ow, again Big Mac meals for late dinner, no wonder I gained my weight..

A book titled "9 Matahari" or in english it called "9 Sun", a very wonderful book I've ever read, very motivational, very inspiring...

Those things perfect my waiting activity in Changi which will end 3 hours later *haha!

I'm so lucky, having my boyfriend accompanied me also by chatting via yahoo messenger, the yellow smile face one which eases my long distance relationship ^^

I looked around, and see some people slept on the chairs placed in the corners

Some people listened to the music by their ipods

Some people shared their stories with their friends, and even their kids

All of these things made me learn that people have their own stories, different taste, different meaning, different destiny

Enjoy your story, enjoy your Big Mac :D

Windmill I

Once upon a time, there's a story about a girl who had so many dreams

She painted her dreams into colors on her small windmill

Photographer: Addoy

Location: Marina, Singapore

Secret by One Republic

I need another story

Something to get off my chest

My life gets kinda boring

Need something that I can confess

'Til all my sleeves are stained red

From all the truth that I've said

Come by it honestly I swear

Thought you saw me wink, no

I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want to hear

Something that would light those ears

Sick of all the insincere

I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie

Don't care if critics ever jump in line

I'm gonna give all my secrets away

My God, amazing that we got this far

It's like we're chasing all those stars

Driving shiny big black cars

And everyday I see the news

All the problems that we could solve

And when a situation rises

Just write it into an album

Sending it straight to gold

I don't really like my flow, no, so

Tell me what you want to hear

Something that will light those ears

Sick of all the insincere

I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie

Don't care if critics ever jump in line

I'm gonna give all my secrets away

Oh, got no reason, got not shame

Got no family I can blame

Just don't let me disappear

I'm 'a tell you everything

Really love this song, so human with all unstable thingy :)

The Spirit!

Taken from See How Much I Love You