Phone calls from a day

I had one of those peculiar days that you don’t expect anything in particular to happen but it did.

My peculiar day started just at 12.30am when my recruitment agent, who has been helping me with my job interview and responsible in getting me a job, gave me a random ring then. He was drunk and was looking for Holly. And who is Holly? Holly is this absolutely gorgeous girl whom I met during the assessment day for TD Waterhouse. And she sat right opposite me, was not even smart. I clearly remember her not being to answer simple math questions even with the help of the calculator. Brains vs brawns. I would say she has the looks.

Then, I received two texts from this girl (I shall not mention names) saying she wants me back in her life. You know why don’t you? And, unknowingly, I must have accidentally rang Andy at midnight somehow. Let’s be honest, Andy was not even the last person I rang or text, and unknowingly, I rang him on accident twice.

It’s one of those days that you want to write it out and remind you how peculiar it was.

Remarkable in a different way.

The truth and lies about life.

At this very moment, I’m feeling rather inspirational. I want to write out my feelings about the rollercoaster ride that I have weathered through successfully in the last six months. The fact on how much life took a three sixty plunge and how I am now able to slowly but surely resurface with the help from those amazing friends around me. Those that are for life, the friends that I know will push me from the back, guide me from the front and walk with me.

On October 17, 2007, I knew Han and my relationship was coming to an end, for obvious reasons. What he did to me, and what I did to his parents. Most people will say it is unacceptable for him to have laid his hands on me and most people will also say it is rather rude of me to hate his parents, but I guess we’ve come this far to know that we are totally not meant for each other.

On January 15, 2008, I found out that Han and Mel have been seeing each other remotely often, well behind my back, and both, managed to put an act, innocent you may say, and brave the consequences of their scandalous affair with absolutely revolting emails and texts, behind my back. One acted as though things were perfect and dandy, the other, told me because I left.

On February 1, 2008, I got my results – I failed. And I left for home thereafter.

On February 14, 2008, I left Malaysia with a proper closure, knowing what I am wroth to two people whom I thought as first, were friends to me. I was betrayed, lied and backstabbed. Those were merely words, empty promises and superficial friendship.

On February 18, 2008, I lost my job.

On March 12, 2008, I lost Neil as my boyfriend.

It seemed as though I have lost so many things in life. During that tormentous one month when I found out how both people I loved, could do this to me, I was in a nerve-wrecking suicidal mode. And being the resilient and strong Chee Lim, I bounced back and climbed again. That was my bottom-low one.

I’m hitting my bottom low two. I don’t know how will I be able to feel alive again. But I surely hope I will be able to cope.