A chocoholic's muses

Never Been Seen before Table Tennis Game

2009-08-03T01:05:00.000-07:00

Haven't seen anyone played Table Tennis using a leather shoe? Watch this..

Girls Generation

2009-08-03T00:35:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite videos of group dancing by Koreans, Girls Generation.

No Manners!

2008-05-27T00:13:00.000-07:00

Just had the urge to drop a very quick grouse!

Its been happening a lot lately and I have not the slightest idea as to where these people learn their manners or ettiquette from...Arlow! Nobody teach you how to make phone call meh??

All these irritants have been calling my office and go..

*ring ring*
Me: Hello..
Irritants: Sam ah/ May ah?
Me: NOooooo...who am I speaking to please?
Irritants: Sam..sam...?/ May..ah May ah..
Me: HELLO this is NOT Sam/May. My name is Jit Nee. Who is this please? (gritted teeth while swearing under my breath)
Irritant: oh ...I wan to speak to Sam/May. My name is ah..Mr/Ms So-and-so
Me: Oh..sure Mr/Ms So-and-so..hold on please

Stupid stupid fucked up people!!! ARRGGGHHH

Kanasai!

What? you think the whole entire office 1 miserable staff only isit?? Nabeh...use some sense la.

Why can't they go like:

Me: Hello...
Them: Hi, this is Mr Tan. I'd like to speak to Sam please.
Me: Good afternoon Mr Tan...please hold on while I transfer you to Sam.

See how short and simple that was?? Bloody hell!

Sigh...Manners people...go for ettiquette classes please so you don't piss innocent people off early in the freaking morning~

MOBY, The Love of my Life

2008-05-26T20:40:00.000-07:00

No, I'm not talking about MOBY the cool singer/ music artiste...

I'm talking bout my small, furry, adorable and super "manja" toy poodle! Moby joined my little family on Saturday last weekend. The first time i saw him in a cage at a home breeder's place i remembered all the other pups were barking and jumping around excitedly except him. He seems shy and each time i tried to pet him he would shrink back...kinda tugs at you heart strings. The cutest thing about Moby was his white paws that looks like he has socks on them...hahahaha...

Back home discussing with Andy what should we name him..it went something like this

Andy: Furball...nice name what..fits him oso

Me: Furball...furball...furball..cute. But hor..if wana scold him next time...*testing* FURBALL! eh, abit weird le...

Andy: why not try Mo-Mo (furry in cantonese)

Me: Mo-Mo..haha..eh Hon if the ang mo tries to call him next time rite..*puts on aussie accent* MO-MO..hahahhaha

Andy: Something brown...Milo?

Me: EEEEEE...Milo sounds like some "pariah" dog's name la..

Andy: Potato la..good what..brown and round....We can call him Fan Shu (Canto) also lo..hahhahaha

Me: (Cracks up laughin)...no no no no..its like calling our son eh, stupid come here...dats wat Fan Shu means la..

(as you can see...i was being damn picky and irritating..)

Andy: Don't care la..Milo it is..I wana sleep dy tired...

The next day...

Me: Hon! i KNow ady..i tot about it all nite in my sleep..let's call him MOBY! Mo for fur in canto...and by, short for baby la...so MOBY..good onot?? haha...don't care i decided thats wat we'll call him...

Andy:....(no choice)

So that was how we ended up with Moby being called Moby..He's about 7 weeks + and cute as hell. Has a healthy diet too. But being so small i guess we spoiled him rotten too...took him to the vet and thank goodness he was pronounced healthy...

Its been like 4 days now and today is the first time i left him home alone while i came to work. We bought this super fantabulous thing call the WEE WEE PAD that acts like diapers but its laid on the floor...it sucks up the urine and leave the top dry...Moby is smart..he ady knows to go thr to wee wee but i suppose he was angry with me last nite for leaving him in the room so he left me a puddle of urine to clean up...hahaha

My life has changed...a lot! I now hv to wake up at every other odd hours in the nite worrying bout him...then at 7ish am..he wakes me up for his breakfast...i sweep and mop the room every morning..then its cleaning up his poop and wiping him dry after he wee wees...i go straight home after work..ie, no more Happy Hours, shopping, movies, dinners etc...i eat like fast food and McDonalds so i can ta pao home...sigh...sacrifices sacrifices..but one look into his eyes..my heart melts..

Yes Moby is a dog..but i suppose in a very minute scale..i can understand what being a parent means...Andy talks more to Moby than me now...*jealous* and he cuddles and kiss Moby more than me too! *super jealous* hahahhaa...but well, its been good so far...

POST NOTE: To all those people who tells me i'm crazy and stupid for taking on unnecessary burden...GET A LIFE! Give some love and leave me alone...I'm happy, so what?!

Advice, Like Youth, Probably Just Wasted on the Young

2008-05-15T19:14:00.000-07:00

Oh gosh, the last time i blogged was like in February and so many things have happened. But I won't bother going into an account of what happened since then. I had the sudden urge to blog today when i came across what i felt was a tremendous piece of writing and advice. It touched something deep in me and never felt anything that made more sense than this piece of writing. So enjoy, feel what i felt, sense what I sensed and see what I saw...

ADVICE, LIKE YOUTH, PROBABLY JUST WASTED ON THE YOUNG
By Mary Schmich

Taken from Chicago Tribune. Originally published: Sunday, June 1, 1997. Initially attributed as written by Kurt Vonnegut for the 1997 MIT graduation ceremony.

Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who'd rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there's no reason we can't entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates.

I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt.

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Long awaited updates!

2008-02-13T22:41:00.000-08:00

Right right right...Being MIA for so long, people must've thought i died or something. =) CNY 08 have come and gone in a blink of an eye and i'm glad that i'm still on the receiving end of the ang pow and not the giving end...hahaha...my poor cousins and some friends who "unfortunately" have started to be in a position to give ang pows must've certainly felt the pinch! =p

CNY was a tad bit boring but thank god for cousins like Jason and his wife who brought me out to Pure Bar for some "youthful" fun...was back in Melaka and every where was JB, S'pore and KL cars...its amazing how ppl from all other states seem to throng Melaka at this time of the year every year. What is there to see i really don't know. I suppose food is good and cheap there. Managed to catch up with some old friends and relatives especially cousins whom i've not met in 25 years. weird when you think you're related but this is the first time we're meeting in 25 years. and the funny thing is we actually get along pretty well! Sorry tho Michael...would have loved meeting up with you and Zoey and wifey but well..there's always another time.

Well, I've recently gotten my 2nd tattoo done after such a long time of waiting...i very cleverly pre-empt my mum before coming over and apparently she didn't tell dad...*oops* So on the eve of CNY nice daughter (ME) drove to Cititel to pick them up and head to Melaka. Got down from my car and help load luggage in the back of my car and Dad spot the tattoo from a mile away as he was walking towards us... (smart me wore shorts and slippers while tattoo was on right inner ankle!) Dear dad got in the car and started asking me
D: "What are you trying to do??"
Me: quiet...
D: "Just because i never say anything about your first one you think you can keep doing more tattoos?"
Me: quiet...
D: "why wan to do it? makes you feel macho? pain is liberating? what what? tell me la!"
Me: quiet....
D: "Your brother oso do..both of you oso same wan..never think of consequences! your father me very open wan and quite liberal ady...You do on your back i don't wan to say..you all drink and do duno what oso i don't want to say...but this one..this one too much ah! some more do on the leg! imagine next time when you are 70 yrs old it will stil be there!"
Me: quiet...
D: "I tell you, you better don't go and do the third wan!"
Me: quiet...(thinking: but i ady know what i want to do for my third wan!)
D: Sigh..."Tell me la what are the young ppl nowadays thinking? next time wan to erase it so difficult and will leave a scar. how?"
Me: quiet...
D: "You are big ady..grown up ady I oso don't want to keep on nagging but this...this one really...sigh"
Me: "eh pa, this song quite nice le...(turn up the volume on my radio)"
D: "yea la yea la.."
Me: " you want to drive?"
Turn into Dengkil rest stop and swap drivers and there ends our one-sided lecture which my mum cleverly and peacefully slept thru it...

Poor parents to have a daughter like me must've caused them lots of heartache and throughout the days in Melaka we had a time of debating and sharing on parenthood. I guess children always want to go their own path and do what they want and learn from their mistakes. Parents on the other hand would rather prevent them from making the mistakes and keep them from heartache and hence the scoldings and the naggings...but life is cruel. the pain and mistakes are inevitable and lessons learned the hard way is something that will definitely stick with you for a long time...but thankfully i've had a good foundation in moral values and lessons since young and this has somehow saw me through my turbulent teen years and even up till now. I admit i'm a hard child to raise, rebellious and superbly opinionated. The more you say no the more i would wan to do it..i hate being controlled and dad actually commented that even God can't tell me what to do...so at the end i suppose its really a balance..i'm rebellious but hving grown up and matured i've learned to see things my parents' way and discuss and talk with them more while my parents have also learned to compromise and support me more in my decisions and not use so much force. Give and take...same as any other relationship...

I'm not sure how i'll fare as a parent myself but well mum, dad you guys did a great job! Happy valentines day!

Sneak Peek

2008-01-21T01:54:00.000-08:00

Peek-a-boo!

These are some interesting reads..check it out all you blog surfers out there!

www.daretolaugh.blogspot.com
www.mountkinabalubeckons.blogspot.com
www.onghs.blogspot.com
www.franklyopen.blogspot.com
www.bedroominnersecrets.blogspot.com (err..i suppose this is more applicable to married couples)

Enjoy!

NOTHING BUT MUSES

2008-01-09T15:25:00.000-08:00

Again its been ages since i even blogged in my own blog...sigh, time is such a precious commodity nowadays. I seem to always be running out of that and sometimes it passes me by with such a whizz it leaves me wondering "eh? what have I been doing?" And that is one thing no matter how much money we have we will never be able to buy it back. And so, what have i been up to? Work work work and more work...of course i do squeeze in the occasionally meet and greet with my friends and buddies. I think I've been doing a good job at keeping in touch with them altho i am so sure some of them would like to beg to differ...hahaha! well, I'm sorry girls and guys, I truly am for being MIA.

ATTEMPT AT A HEALTHIER LIFESTYLE
I have been thinking and reminiscing on a lot of things lately. Going through painful experiences really does that to you. It makes you think what are your priorities in life at this time and what do you really want in your life. I'm still hook on boozing and at this time i don't think i can totally live without booze totally but yet reflecting on my daily routines and where I am at this season I think i'd like to try a healthier lifestyle. I confess to the world, I am the biggest procrastinator and "Jack of all trades but master of none" kind of person. And so knowing that my resolution to exercise will never last beyond February I wen ahead and sign myself up for a climb in Mount KK in April. Since its a company organised thing its also a "forced" motivation for me to exercise regularly and best of all i have my colleagues to accompany me!! =) I actually feel good bout myself, look better (i sure hope) and spend my time in a more worthy manner. Like i said, its an attempt and i don't know how it'll turn out but fear not...by April I will be able to blog "SUCCESS OF A ROOKIE MOUNTAIN CLIMBER" or "UTTER FAILURE OF A PROCRASTINATOR AT MOUNTAIN CLIMBING"...Lets wait and see. btw, do visit my boss' blog on mountain climbing at http://www.mountkinabalubeckons.blogspot.com/ for more interesting facts and info on climbing Mount K. I do believe everyone should attempt (like me) at least once in their lifetime regardless if you are healthy or not (again perfect example: ME).

INTERESTING CONVERSATIONS
I have had many an interesting conversations with various people over the weeks. I don't think i can blog everything but well there was this analogy a friend told me about cheating men. To be honest i do believe that ALL men will cheat on their girlfriends or wives given the right chance and opportunity. Its a fact although people tell me that if a man fears God, the chances are lower but still it doesn't mean the desire and tendency isn't there. What makes a man cheat you ask? NOTHING! its just in the genes. Men who don't, its either they don't have the money, the opportunity, are gay or have done enough of it! Men that tells you they are different? Believe them not as the guy that says that are the ones most likely to cheat on you and hurt you. My friend (a guy) told me this, Men are like cats. they love fish and most men are cheap cats. Given any fish, they'd eat. However, there are some Persian cats type of men. They only eat selected type of fish. but the bottomline is, they all eat FISH! and you can't really blame them for eating fish because that is how they're made and who they are. Sounds quite legit and it definitely is food for thought for my next relationship (if ever) and how i deal with these "cats". But let me also say this, women are that far behind. In modern society nowadays, I do know many women who cheat on their boyfriends and husbands too. The difference is MOST women need a reason to cheat such as abusive husbands, insenstive boyfriends etc while men do not neeed any! at the end, what can i say women, we learn only from the very best! Men themselves. This is turning out to be a rather sick and demented society we live in. especially in the areas of emotions and relationships. is there any hope for humans? Slim but i think there is.

Its a public holiday and yet here am I in office since 7am doing some work and of course bloggin away..shhhhh..hahaha. There are still lots of conversations i have yet to "pen down". hopefully it'll be soon. I welcome any comments anyone would like to make on my friend's analogy. I'm sure it'll be an interesting read.

Escapade in Bangkok

2007-12-10T01:48:00.000-08:00

Bangkok. My latest escapade that brought many surprises and enjoyment of the simple things in life.

We took a total of 29 hours train ride from KL Sentral to Hat Yai and then Hat Yai to Bangkok's Hualampong Train Station. Many have thought i must have lost my marbles to even consider taking a train ride there. First, its so much cheaper to take a train ride and especially when cost is a factor this is one of the best way to travel and hey, i have all the time in the world! Secondly, this trip is an adventure for me and how many can say "I've taken a train ride across countries"? well, yes this is no Oriental Express but the KTM sleeping berth was actually quite good. I slept all the way and before i knew it i was already in Hat Yai. The only complain i have would be "Malaysians! pick up toilet etiquettes!!" The train ride to Bangkok was a real adventure. We had to contend ourselves with the sofa seats in 2nd class which was a real "pain in my ass" by the time we arrive. But the air was frigid! all night i was shivering and there wasn't even any air-conditioning. the scenery was beautiful while sunlight lasted. best of all the train was sparkling clean. a nice surprise for such an old train. throughout the journey to Bangkok the highlight would have to be having ripe mangos with Heineken while we were waiting for our train in the Hat Yai station. Have you ever tried drinking Heineken with sweet and slightly sourish mango? oh my, the simple things in life. This is truly what life is all about! sit back and enjoy. =)

The first few days in Bangkok we stayed in Khao San area at a motel call Sawasdee Bangkok Inn. It cost us about USD 38 for 2 nights. For that price, the motel was actually quite clean and comfy. Again, there were many negative reports on Khao San...it was dirty, unsafe, noisy all night etc etc. But well, i must say don't make up your mind about anything until you've tried it for yourself. Khao San would have to be the best place of all my stay this trip. The food is cheap, the night markets and stores are fantastic, the foreigners there are all friendly, people are helpful and so many variety of things to buy and do. Best of all? BEER is DAMN CHEAP again. The only downside if i am forced to pick one would be the lack of train station. The only way we could travel there was via tuk-tuk or cabs. On tuk-tuk...gosh please remind me never ever to take one if I don't have an insurance. It felt like I was part of the movie Tokyo Drift but instead of a cool Nissan Fairlady I was sweeping corners and flying around bends in a tuk-tuk. I thank God everyday i survive yet another ride. =) but yes, it was quite an experience.

We moved on from Khao San to Pattaya. We stayed at the Jomtien Garden Beach Resort which was actually a very nice hotel. although it cost us a lot more but it was worth every penny. I could roll around in my own huge queen size bed and walk to the beach the minute i came out of my hotel. i spend the day there sun tanning on the beach in my new bikini...lying there, closing my eyes listening to the waves crashing against the shore so many thought ran through my mind. i had the whole afternoon to really relax and think of things in my life I needed to decide on. but unfortunately, i was periodically disturbed by the many Thais trying to sell me stuff and going "Madam..you wan buy?" sigh...besides that i had a really good tan and fun time swimming in the sea and soaking up the sun. We manage to go bar hopping in the night. The all famous Walking Street of Pattaya. Oh my, we were spoilt for choices as tho which strip clubs or watering holes we wanted to be at...so we went to as many as we could in one night. it was fun but it saddened me in a way when i saw all the "Mat Salleh" with a Thai girl strap to their waist. All of these were old men who probably need Viagra to get it going shamelessly hugging and dragging these girls along the streets. I met a stripper and started talking to her. It was a pleasant chat and she was very open about her background. She was a 32 yr old divorcee with a son to feed and her family thinks she is earning her keep in a salon shampooing hair. But here she was as a stripper trying to earn enough so she could get an apartment for her family to stay in. hmm...different walks of life i guess. but i can't help wondering how many of these women out with foreign men every night have their own stories to tell?!

Back in Bangkok after that, we stayed at the Shukhumvit area. It was considered a poshier area no doubt but we manage to find an affordable motel that was also quite clean at 800 bahts a night. The best thing was we were right next to Robinsons Mall where there was a sales going on..oh-oh..we went wild and crazy in Robinsons and shopped till we dropped. When you are real tired, your legs and arms are aching from shopping and carrying bags a cuppa coffee at the McCafe in McDonalds is one of the best enjoyments. I love how the McDonalds there had a cafe section with really good coffee. I was a bit disappointed that there weren't much Shukhumvit could offer in terms of food and booze. beer was expensive there at about 100 bahts one small bottle of Singha. In Khao San, the same thing would have cost me 50 - 70 bahts.

I must add that this break is truly a memorable one for me as i actually experience many "first". This is the first time:

I am travelling alone with friends. No family, or boyfriends.
I tried eating mangos and drinking Heineken with it.
I shopped with my very own credit card (Ouch, i felt the pain there!)
Taking a long distance train.
I sat on a tuk-tuk.
I bought my very own gold ring with REAL stones and diamonds!
I bought my own watch.
I went bar hopping all night.
I went to a strip club.
I travelled in a backpacking style with so little clothes i couldn't believe it.

Well, this sort of sums up my week-long break in Bangkok although i wouldn't really call it a break as i was tired from walking and shopping and came back with a really bad flu. Thank you Bangkok for that! but the weather is something i would definitely miss. the cool weather make it a joy to walk on the streets unlike in KL where walking is such a chore because of the heat. So what kind of holiday i had? I had a damn good shopping and boozing break!!

Will try to post some pictures in due time...

The City Girl's Ailment

2007-11-15T06:54:00.000-08:00

Depression.

A fast-spreading-cancer-like ailment that plagues almost every city resident at some point in their life. I am no different. It crept into my life like a thief in the night, without warning, without invitation and got itself a permanent residence (PR) in my life almost 10 years ago.

What sets it off? I don't know. It feels like anything and everything. The ironic part is that nobody will ever think or guess that a girl like me is suffering from this ailment. I'm not trying to blow my own horns here but the comments that friends and acquaintances make about me paints a picture of a confident, out-going, talented, smart and attractive person. WARNING: Don't be fooled! Nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, truth be told I'm exactly the opposite of what is portrayed. Have you ever seen the person who laughs the loudest and talks the most is actually the saddest and least confident person?

Depression varies in its severity and takes different forms. Sometimes i feel like I'm running in this endless and darken tunnel panting for light and air but finding neither. relief it seems would not be found. And this long winding tunnel full of potholes was determined to swallow me up in its belly and it made sure that when i fell in one of the potholes i stayed exactly where i fell. And so the game of hide-and-seek with relief starts.

Everyone de-stresses and find relief in many different ways unique to the individual. I've tried so many ways and each time relief stayed for only a short period of time. There were months on end when I couldn't tell whether I was sober or not let alone was it day or night. Without the embrace of the warm liquor flowing in my veins it seems even sleep was playing a game of hide-and-seek with me. It went on for as long as my bank account and purse could allow it to. And when I was not drowning myself in this intoxicating drink i was puffing away like a chimney...and so the hazy days and intoxicated nights lasted for a few months at any given time. Thus earning me the "honored" title of Alkie Lim among my peers.

Like any other girl or should I say woman (to be politically correct), when the slightest feelings of depression crept in the "best" cure for the moment is shopping, shopping and yet more shopping. I couldn't resist spending lavishly on shoes, bags, clothes, makeup and at times food just to make myself "feel" better. It really doesn't make sense as to how this would make me feel better as draining out my bank account would set me into another state of depression in the very near future. Which of course the whole cycle would then repeat itself. The more depressed I am, the more I spend. The more I spend, the more depressed I got. oh, what a tangled web we weave indeed! BUT at that time it really did give me some "excitement" to look forward to.

"If you don't love yourself how do you expect others to love you?" I don't remember how many times I've been asked this question. And therein the truth lies. I don't love myself. At all. I've found that pain can be such a "healer" of depression. Ironic as it may be, it gets my mind off whatever that is depressing me. And so I inflict pain in any way possible and imaginable. Looking at the scars on me it reminds me of every incident and period of depression i went through. I thank God I have friends who cried with me, scolded me and stood by me through these times. Yes, its stupidity. But at the moment of pure desperation where you just don't know what to do and the pain and turmoil going on inside is too much and you feel your chest tighten and tighten and you can't breathe. Your chest is heaving and about to burst and your vision blinded by the tears that would not stop flowing. A girl's gotta do what she's gotta do. It felt like my hands had a mind of its own. It grabbed the nearest sharp end tool and set to work slashing at itself and as the blood pours the pain inside is released like the floodgates of a dam and it is only then that relief comes.

Why does my quest for relief come at such a price and in such a "negative" way? Its easier being a sinner than a saint. I believe everyone has their own way to relief. But all these were but temporary-self-gratifying relief that just would not stay no matter how i begged and pleaded. It is then that you begin to realise you need more than your own strength. You need someone else. These are the moments that forces me to my knees and acknowledge that I need God more than anything. Going to church is not just a habit but a necessary measure for sanity. The calming and peaceful effect it had on me cleared the dark clouds away and it is then i catch a glimpse of the opening in the tunnel. Talking to Jesus in the morning and assuring myself of how much He loves me even if nobody does and how he accepts me the way that I am became the morning exercise i needed to get out of my house and into this cruel world each new day.

I am not claiming nor justifying that my ways are right or the only way to "curing" depression. Reiterating what I have said nobody has the same cure to relief. If your way works for you, great. I would like to hear it. Depression is nothing to be shameful of and only by acknowledging it can you be on the road to recovery. Drop me a line or two of your comments if you would like to share with me how your relief came to you in battling this modern city ailment called depression. I would certainly like to know. As you all know by now, this is me, a work-in-progress.