Just cause

Just trying to take my own sweet time, not rushing any timelines you know.

Just cause somebody graduated at 22 does not mean that graduating at 23 makes me any more stupid or slow for that matter.

Just cause somebody joined the airlines at 22 does not mean that joining at 23 makes me take lesser pride in my work or getting fewer compliments for that matter.

Just cause somebody dated their first and last boyfriend at 22 does not mean that dating nonstop after 23 makes me any less worthy of finding The One or finding the best one for that matter. 

Just cause somebody got married at 22 does not mean that not getting married at 27 makes me ineligible or that I am bound to be left on the shelves for that matter.

Just cause somebody gave birth at 22 does not mean that not giving birth at 27 makes me think that my womb might "expire" or that I will lose finding joy in other forms for that matter.

I guess what I am trying to say is, just cause somebody seems to have their life planned out does not mean that mine is not, or rather based on what Pearlyn told me: If this was a competition, we would already have lost but it is better to live life at your own pace, get married later than to rush and marry a wrong one and to be stuck with him forever or headed for divorce afterwards for that matter.

At 27, I answer to no one but myself. I am not a lost child nor do I seek assurance. I do what is best for me and my life might just turn out to be better than yours.

Barely here, almost there.

I'll be counting down onboard later and spending my New Year's in Tokyo. So with that, here's to 2020 - the year I dread the most.

2019 I wished for happiness. I'm not sure if I've 'accomplished' my resolution. This year was numbing.

Emotionally draining. Spiritually challenging. Physically (back) breaking. But financially rewarding. If anything, 26 years' monetary goal has checked off this year.

2020 is the year I once looked forward to the most, but now have come to dread. It's the year that threatens the core of my decisions made in 2018.

I can only hope that I won't regret my choices and humbly pray for happiness if I'm deserving of any.

This year I lost myself. If you stuck by me, thank you and thank you.

With love,
Sarah Loke

Okay 'nuff said

I haven't blogged for a long time. Been keeping my 5 cents worth to myself. Most of the time I just wanna complain about passengers or rude crew I came across.. but y'know it's all part of the job and I kinda chose the job so shut up Sarah.

BUT I DID NOT CHOOSE MY NEIGHBOURS. SO I GET TO BITCH ABOUT THEM. Okay most of my neighbours are fine. Except the one sharing a wall with my family. I have had enough with the perv neighbour of mine. Seriously. It's bad enough when you make comments about my dressing. Nooooo, you just had to top the charts when my ex caught you watching porn by the window. Best part? Your wife of like what 40 years was talking to you about your grandchildren. God.

Today was the last straw when you shouted at me "Wah 你的身体不用钱的啊" Direct translation: Wah your body free for all. Hello. Rude. Degrading. Firstly, 关你屁事. I'm not your daughter, you have no control over my dressing. If my mother approves I don't see what's wrong. Plus my mother never had to worry about how I dress because I don't walk around in my birthday suit or watch porn by the window. I respect myself enough to cover my privates. And I insist I'm a lady with taste because I don't dress like I'm cheap either. Sexy yes, slutty no. Same same but different. Also, I still look like a million bucks whatever the hell I choose to wear thank you very much. I'm at the peak of my youth. If I don't wear a jumpsuit now am I supposed to wear a jumpsuit when I'm 80? Not that it is any of your business as well. Will attach a picture of  jumpsuit that sparked all these. Yes, jumpsuit.

Secondly, we have been neighbours for more than 10 years now. Which just goes to show my mother and I have put up with your shit for quite awhile. Enough is enough. We never participated in any of the third floor wars even when you picked a fight with pretty much everybody. We never took sides but we knew you were a dick. Yes you. 6 (sixty) year old piece of shit.

Thirdly, I wear whatever the fuck I wanna wear. So can every other lady who is currently breathing. It's been years since the whole debate about how females are responsible for their dressing when "men" cannot control their carnal desire and have to resort to rape. It's simple. If you perv, you perv. If one man can respect a woman and control where to place his manhood why can't another. It all boils down to self control as well as upbringing. I agree that some female's dressing can be pretty inviting. But not all invitations need to be RSVPed. We can always just judge and laugh at the lack of fabric. That's that. Don't blame a lady if you can't control your other organ. It's just lame and a really fucking pathetic excuse for a man.

"I rape cause she wear to seduce." Eh hello? If she's out to seduce you, you'd would have gotten laid (or not, still her choice). If she's unwilling and you had to force yourself on her, YOU are why she rejected YOU in the first place. Disgusting. You have yourself to blame, still your fault. To pervs: How about this? The next time you feel like you can't resist, I politely invite you snip off your dick and die. An invite you can't say no to apparently. You're most welcomed.

Got so bad until my body free for all not? Ugh