The song Some Other Time by Barbra Streisand plays in the background and the words “where has the time gone” keeps replaying itself in my head.

I open my blog every now and then before staring at the last post and the date. This makes me glance at my watch and the same very thoughts start make their appearances; – “where has the time gone?”

Day becomes night and night becomes day repetitively without fail and at some point i lose track of time, days and dates.

It’s not that i am up and about being busy with every minute that i have. Yet so many restrictions and responsibilities weigh themselves in my face and my brain automatically takes this as a queue to go into a shut off mode and not do anything i want to do.

All those times of saying i want to play my playstation, i want to finish reading a book, i want to paint a picture and the many more that i have made in worded promises or even written down in this very blog or anywhere else never seem to happen. Then i look at the date and it’s almost the end of the year.

Time is a funny thing.

I seem to work in funnier ways.

This weekend,

I think i’m going to bake a cake. Or perhaps i shall make some cookies instead.

Who cares if i have a paper on Monday.

My heart just isn’t there.

I want to do something I love instead.

So what is Nuffnang to me?

Nuffnang is so many things to me because of how attached I’ve grown to them even to the extent of perhaps calling them my blogging family.

I’ve stuck around since they started not really knowing who they were or what their intentions had been.A mutual friend had been working in the company and i placed their banner ad in my blog just as a sign of support not really expecting much of anything. However, they’ve surprised me over and over again with memories i can never replace.

As much as i would love to write a long sappy story about my attachment to Nuffnang, i figured this summary post would be sufficient enough =p

Wondering why i’m in every nuffnang blogging event in the start of the first 2-3 years?

Haha.

Well. I was their appointed event nuffie before they expanded and had a whole lot more staff. So if you’ve been around long enough you’ve most likely seen me around though probably not so much anymore as i havent been around all to often anymore.

But I loved working as a “part time nuffie”. Every party they’ve hosted had been amazing fun and they were undeniably one of the best employers i’ve ever had and for that i am always grateful.

They have also taken me on various trips and one of them had been to Singapore for a Christmas party. This was super cool because it was actually my first time in Singapore in years and we were placed in J.W Marriot which was AMAAZZINNNGG. I remember how obsessed i was with the swimming pool and all the fun I had.

Muahahhaa. Are you jealous yet?

I’ve also won some stuff from Nuffnang including this Coach bag at the Vaseline event for best dressed. And more recently i won their Lancome blogging competiton! So in a way, they’ve been my lucky charm because i rarely ever win anything =p haha.

I love Nuffnang.

I really really do =)

Not for the money or any other reason but for the people behind Nuffnang whom have always been very supportive and in their earlier days much treasured friends. Alas, things have gotten busy for them as well as for me and we may not meet as much but Nuffnang will still always be in my heart!

Heck!

Here’s a funny random true story.

Some of the people of Nuffnang *cough. Tim. cough. Nic* were the first few people to actually meet my current boyfriend. And this was really funny because at that time we had just been friends and the Nuffnang team ironically sat behind us and started spamming my phone with *cough. not so appropriate* messages =p

They then proceeded to continuously wink at my “now boyfriend” and a banter of “no laa. we’re just friends” — “dont lie” ensued.

Sharp eye they had because not too long later, we really did end up together.

Haha.

2 years ago.

Wow. Time flies.

I’m also extremely thankful to Nuffnang because of all the friendships they have given me. Many of which most of you may know but i will not really talk about here but a few of them have been a great light in my life especially people like Suet. The rest need not be mentioned as you guys know who you are

And of course, who else to thank if not Nuffnang for bonding me with the fishball members Natalie and Vvens so much closer. It all started with the Singapore Nuffnang Awards and the rest was just well, history.

Yes yes, we had always been pretty close friends but the trip was a huge highlight in our friendship as it was out first trip together anywhere and that sort of sealed the deal between the 3 of us

So there you have it.

2 Years down the road, and here comes the most anticipated blogging event again! The Nuffnang Blog Awards 2011!

Come 16 December 2011, 500 bloggers from around the Asia-Pacific region will flock to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia for the Nuffnang Asia-Pacific Blog Awards 2011 in Putrajaya Marriott. The Awards aims to not only honour the region’s best bloggers, but also to bring together blogger communities from across Asia-Pacific. The Nuffnang Asia-Pacific Blog Awards is brought to you by Volkswagen Malaysia and Putrajaya Marriott.

Being with Nuffnang all these years, how could I not go for this one?

It would almost be like a friendship reunion of the fishball clan and I.

Haha =p

-7.40p.m-

Hotel rooms.

I crave them much too often than I should.

And more often than not, I wished I could just check myself in and hide there for a while.

Alone.

But then I wonder, why pay so much money to sink into an unfamiliar bed just to cry myself to sleep?

Fact is, I don’t know.

All I know is, that’s what I wish I could do if I could really afford it.

Hotel rooms.

If they could talk, they would tell you so many different stories. That chair in that corner would have so much to say and those pillows would have a million emotions to share.

What was the previous guest like?

Was he alone? Was he lonely?

Or was he with someone? Someone special or just someone?

What were the thoughts running in every guests head?

Was the previous guest just like me?

Or was he was genuinely happy.

What secrets would the cracking walls whisper and what moving images would the mirrors reflect?

So much goes on.

All that history in the dimly lit rooms I crave.

Even mine becomes a part of that room whos number I will not remember.

Hotel rooms.

I need you more than ever.

Two days ago, it was said it was a day created for longevity, an auspicious day. The everlasting date, for eternity and the list goes on.

Two days ago, nothing makes sense. Nothing I said go through, nothing he said soothes me. In agony, we slept with our bitterness. We are two strangers living in a 800 sq feet apartment. Conflicted and constricted, we both kept our mouths mum.

A day that started almost perfect ended with sharp tongues.

Was I missing something? Was there a memo left for me, unread?

It’s crazy how things can happen and change. How the reality of things really show itself in life defining moments such as just now.

“Acceptance”

That’s a strong word to use. Too strong a word and much too highly misunderstood.

It was never acceptance. It was called being emotionally numb. A sorrowful forced kind of acceptance that breaks one’s soul and hurts those around.

I thought I was happy. I just never knew it was at the expense of another in ways I did not wish.

2 years ago I lay in this room, my heart thumping away and my skin tingling in anticipation. I knew what was going to happen. I knew it the moment I sat crying in your arms and I let myself go completely.

Today I am lying in the same room and my heart is thumping as well. Only, this time I’m feeling things you took away that 2 years ago. Only 2 years but sometimes a year can feel so much longer, don’t you agree?

Happy silent 2 years.

It’s time I toughen up.