Archive for September, 2007

Edinburgh

September 30th, 2007 by admin

I had an incredibly quiet weekend.

My handphone did not ring a single time throughout Saturday, nor did it bring any messages in to show that I was missed in any way. MSN? No.

Until it was past midnight… that I saw an SMS dinner invite, and another MSN reminder, which by the time I wanted to reply, my internet crashed on me.

Though it is late afternoon now, the same thing applies for today, except a very kind message to ask me about my cheebs.

***

I slept so much these two days that it is almost insane.

I napped till 8pm last night, fell asleep at 5, woke up at 4pm.

I had a burning urge within me to want to see baby. Dad told me she has 4 tooth coming out from the upper row and she isn’t eating, nor does she want to drink her milk.

Poor Minibean, it must be so painful for you :(

I called Dad and he was stuck in the jam in Woodlands, which he couldn’t wait to get out, thus he is now on his way to fetch me.

Too bad the next week is going to be a busy one and I can’t bring her back with me.

I finished reading a book yesterday, one that I had dragged for like months to do so. And reading seems like the best thing to do on weekends, out in town shopping simply just doesn’t appeal to me.

It was so peaceful yesterday that I couldn’t quite find anything to say about my weekend.

But it just doesn’t seem boring to me. I think I am getting old.

I dreamt I was in Edinburgh.

I dreamt of it thrice even though my dream was cut short intermittently with annoying itch or pain somewhere.

I was choosing the clothes to pair up, so I would sashay down the streets, taking pictures and coo over the buildings.. get myself immerse in the culture, and just… lose myself in the crowd.

Awesome.

But it was just a dream.

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Almost Lover

September 29th, 2007 by admin

Okay, for the first time, I thought CSI: NY is way better than CSI: Miami.

The season starter kicked some serious ass even though I am just few minutes into it.

What made me sat up, was the haunting piano melody. I giggled and thought of.. uhm, the ladies in my life.

To my dearest emo girlies, here’s the song:

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick

Well, I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images
And when you left, you kissed my lips
You told me you would never, ever forget
These images

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you’re gone and I’m haunted
And I bet you are just fine

Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do.

No, the lyrics don’t say anything like you guys think it to be.

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Missing her

September 29th, 2007 by admin

I miss my baby very much.

***

I sold my soul, I sold my pride today.

I ended up feeling so hollow today, that when I thought of getting my mind off stuff, and as I was talking to SBB on the phone in the evening as I was watching television, I started crying again.

I am not sure how much of a sign is this, but Dad called me to tell me how he was having dinner with someone, and he was trying to help me to get something more stable, through the someone who is the CEO of some major bank.

I laughed at the mockery at it.

Days ago, a dear friend of mine suggested me to go for a particular route, and MT and her were totally supportive and were trying to convince me it would be for the greater good. For baby, for me, of course.

Honestly, most people would have jumped at the chance, with the promised help to get me into the industry.

I hesitated. I am not willing to give up without a fight. The stubbornness and pride in me spoke loud and clear.

I told SBB how funny it is. To have 3 job offers that are what people are dying to get in, and yet I am hardly wavered because I am so reluctant to start something I love doing.

But the reality is before me right now.

If only everyone knows how much this is like my baby… and to tear away, is after all, not a simple equation.

After an hour of talk with SBB, relating to him how work had turned out, I evaluated what had happened today, and in the past months, and somehow, I realised I was really harsh in the previous post.

Though it was of no intended malice, it was just a great disappointment that was hard to wave away.

A dear friend whom I have been waiting for, called. And it was just too bad it was a bad time.

It was an hour after I stopped crying.

“You been crying?” she asked. She super power, like that also can hear.

It was just too bad I was on another hour-long phone call with SBB, and I had to miss the opportunity.

I was simply drained and I fell asleep. When I woke up, everything felt so surreal and I could hardly remember what happened today.

Maybe I have trained myself so well that everything in life, could be blocked out.

***

I owe a big apology to you babe. The one whom I delayed from leaving office early today.

I should be held accountable, and it is a real embarrassment to let you see the ugly side of things.

You asked why I never did do the liaising personally. I shunned the question, but the honest fact is, I am afraid.

I have always been a little fearful. And sometimes, I ask myself why, too

And I just didn’t trust myself that I would do a better job than anyone else would, and that’s why I should be responsible for all the miscommunication that went awry.

I guess, that is the same reason from the period of my life I felt so awful and inferior about myself that I couldn’t stay in touch or be a part of any of those activities, part reason simply because I feel like I couldn’t catch up.

***

I had a serious wardrobe malfunction on Wednesday, and I can’t remember when was the last time I felt so embarrassed!

I started the day with a trip to Dhoby Ghaut, and looking a little tardy, I was careful not to bump into anyone I know when I went to do my banking.

The horror struck when I was going down the escalator in Plaza Singapura, and on the same escalator, I saw CBB(gasp! Of all people!) at the back of the escalator.

I tried very hard to hide my face, and pulled it off successfully.

I met up with Tracy and Brian for coffee, before Brian and I went down to meet Prontip with a couple of girls.

The next stop was to meet the photographer and a graphic designer for dinner.

***

You know what people say about doing waxing before your time-of-the-month is very painful because your skin is very sensitive?

Not true.

But what is true is, you know how sensitive your skin is after waxing? Ah-ha. The worst thing that could happen is you have your time-of-the-month just few hours right after waxing.

I think I found the culprit for the nappy rashes.

A-G-O-N-Y.

And the worst part? Whilst I was having dinner with 3 chaps, I felt IT.

I bailed out immediately and called for a cab and rushed home.

I rolled around the bed with cramps and just fell asleep in absolute agony.

***

I could hardly sit still with the pain from the rash.

It is seriously not funny.

I have no idea which part is itchy and which part is painful, but I know I cannot just sit still without feeling the sting.

I had a terribly nightmare of noises, and oppression that Wednesday night.

It was a scary feeling. I forced myself to wake up and grab something but I couldn’t. The feeling is so strange. It was almost like if I don’t wake myself up, I will die.

I forced myself to wake up thrice.

The noises are all conversations I had with clients and things I was reminding myself to do, and the worries I have over work these days. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe. And the only thing is my willpower to wake myself up.

I was tired. So it wasn’t the oppression that got to me, or made me afraid. It was the noises that annoyed the hell outta me.

I managed to have more peaceful sleep thereafter, and I think I should pray more often.

I woke up in the day with barely enough sleep. Come to think of it, I don’t sleep much these days anymore.

I was drenched in sweat when my airconditioner was at 20 degrees, and it was brewing up a storm out there.

I dragged myself to the desktop and started working on it, whilst feeling the immense pain. Not from cramp, but the absurd flow and rash.

I never quite had it like this before.

Sometimes, I wish I could have the courage to scream at people I rightfully should, but I am just so disheartened how people are trying to kick you in the ass when you thought they are trying to help you.

I think it is just habitual of me to take it personally, and I would feel more hurt and sensitive about it rather than… I don’t know. And I think trust is indeed fragile. Once bitten, twice shy, and once defense mechanism kicks in, it is bound to stay.

I concluded that disappointment itself is a much more poignant emotion than anger. It is a coldness that could never be resuscitated. How do you reignite a flame out of it again?

***

In a conversation with someone to iron things out on Thursday night, I told him my views on the partnership.

I know to him, my reluctance to be at the frontline needed a little socks-pulling, but I really ain’t confident I can sell, but I would gladly handle the necessary work done, but you need effective communication with me to tell me what to do.

A stronger foundation is needed.

And then it prompted a impromptu proposal writing session like, duh, at midnight. With its complicated nature, it took us like hours to complete, but I am pretty proud of what we can come up with.

It wasn’t finished till late, and I think he wondered why I kept walking up and down in my bear-prints PJs, feeling that restless.

Pain lah, darling.

***

Yay. At 3.45am on Saturday morning, I am thrown with a fresh problem.

I love what I am doing.

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September 28th, 2007 by admin

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Kickass, painful ass

September 28th, 2007 by admin

And yes, the time has come for the new seasons of everything I adore. This week sees the start of the CSI franchise and Heroes’ new season kickstarting in the US.

So you know, it is like… “Monday night(Singapore’s Tuesday morning) is Heroes, Monday night is CSI: Miami, too! Wednesday night is CSI: NY and Saturday is CSI!”

The 2nd season of Heroes is seriously kickass.

It is gripping, intense, and put in so much more question marks in my head much more than I can handle. But I love love love the new elements.

I can’t wait for the next episode!

The new season of CSI:Miami, kickass too. Though I somehow still find it a little lacking for a season starter, but the new elements are refreshing, I must say. Horatio Caine is still on top of my to-cuddle list.

Now I wonder how CSI:NY is going to be after it wrapped up with a wow last season. I don’t think I am still up for it after staying up all night for a thorough proposal and rushing through designs.

And! I can’t wait for Sunday morning for me to find out the aftermath….. of CSI’s cliffhanger.

That aside, I am seriously tempted to use Minibean’s nappy rash cream.

I had the worst time-of-the-month in a long while.

And it sets me off in agony though the cramps were short-lived, cos I got very serious allergy reaction at my cheebs.

And the flow is unusually heavy till it kept me up all night, and fuelled the allergy further.

It is seriously not funny.

And I found solace in talcum powder.

But no, I didn’t use her puff if you are wondering, thank you very much.

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Intense

September 26th, 2007 by admin

Updated at 3.10am: I think those Horoscope thing a load of bull.

But I think I just did the stupidest thing possible, ever.

So stupid that it wouldn’t make this space.

When your horoscope tell you to splurge, DON’T HEED SUCH STUPID ADVICE!

I so gonna regret and I would end up hitting my nose in the wall. :(

***

I have the most intense 2 days of work in a long while. The emotions got tugged like air turbulence, you know?

At this time, I am still fretting over EVERY, SINGLE THING.

I am beginning to suspect this union is cursed, though it is funny how I was laughing uncontrollably cos the chain of events are so….. unbelievable.

Absolutely…………………… absurdly, amazing. And not in a good way.

Someday, I will wring my ex designers’ necks, and I will invest in courses to make myself one.

ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR! Which part of instruction is so hard to understand?!

I should become a designer myself, like, really.

That aside, the supplier ah…. daylight robbery lor. You tell me, where got people work like that one? Quote you already and then increase the price by like 2 folds? And you die die have to swallow a loss(yes! Loss! Yippee!) and bite your lip down cos they smugly tell you how much you need them.

Must wear glasses and see people. I so need a sourcing trip soon.

I think I need control. I think I need to know everything is within my control and I am there exactly each step of the way to see my things done to give me PEACE, which understandably, very thing that I lack right now.

Many times, I wanted to go into my ‘reasoning’ mode and speak up, but then I was duly advised not to, cos I was told I simply couldn’t and shouldn’t.

Anyway, I went around the whole of Singapore yesterday. It wasn’t funny. Not when it was raining in the morning, and freaking scorching in the afternoon, and that you were on bike.

Jurong -> Alexandra -> River Valley -> Selegie -> Sim Lim -> Kaki Bukit -> Ubi -> Ang Mo Kio -> Serangoon Gardens -> Jurong.

12 hours spreaded out like this. Some of which, meetings, some of which, dropping off mooncakes.

Actually, I had fun, to be frank. It was nice to be busy. Cos busy means you have no appetite to eat when food is in front of you, and busy means losing weight.

Though office needs to have 1) Laptop, and 2) Wireless.

My face was smeared with horror when I realised the office has only dial-up and only one person can use it at a time at one specific desktop.

This couldn’t be legal!

I was at the office till it was 8.30pm before I went crazy and needed my dinner.

***

*Breathe in*

To make the recap of the day a more normal one, I started the day in the rain when we made the trip to Alexandra to deliver mooncakes. I swear I was just trying so hard not to sulk cos I had specifically asked him to keep to the time and not be late, so that we could be there 15 minutes early. He was 45 minutes later than the arranged time.

Though his explanation was that he already left an hour and half ago, and it was jammed and raining, and thus… but it didn’t quite appease me.

But he did the right thing to send me back to my office as I had to collect some stuff, and then we had coffee, and did some planning and making a few calls, before we headed down to Sim Lim.

Uncle Roy is finally back, looking all radiant.

We had to rush off after lunch, and ended up in the east, for a couple of meetings. The weather was so crazy. I was regretting wearing 3/4 sleeved top.

Bumped into an old acquaintance when we were at Ubi for a meeting(*waves* Gina, I will reply your email soon!).

Headed to our office, before we started making some planning and shifting of documents and finding out the things needed.

After checking out the available furnitures, making decisions on how we could make good use of the spaces, and doing the filings, we dragged our very tired shells to Serangoon Gardens for dinner.

We were stoned at the table and barely talked, before I hopped on the cab with a talkative driver that brought me all the way home.

Designer called me around midnight, and I swear I almost burst out crying.

And then I had to speak to my designer and check the work every single step of the way till it was 4am, and it was only because he fell asleep after doing some amendments and I was still demanding him for some changes.

***

And if you think I am having time of my life today at home, you couldn’t be more wrong!

I was having mostly shock of my life. Until I was sulking as I typed every single thing, and I couldn’t remember a minute I wasn’t on my phone.

I took a break to shower, and then my phone was ringing and my door bell was ringing and I had to run out dripping and naked, cos it was my dinner delivery from Pastamania, and just when I thought I had time to shower, I couldn’t even have peace!!!!!

Of course, I opened the door with a dress thrown on, and with my hair dripping excessive soap water that nearly murdered me as I skidded across the hall.

I waited till SBB arrived before we tucked in for my first bite of the day. He had sweetly arrived at my doorstep in the evening after work had left me reluctant to speak to him at all in the day. It was unexpected as he asked me to order his share of takeaway, and he had dropped by just to have dinner with me.

And oh well, a little loving could stop me from sulking a little.

He cuddled me until I finally stopped pouting like a brat. We cuddled on the chair and watched a bit of television on Channel 8, you know, Star Search, simply because I wanted to see Quan Da Ma.

He left after we kissed goodbye and then work beckoned.

I had another heart attack, and I kan-chiongly called up Brian late night to ask him some work stuff that I needed him to double check on.

It is sick that I see and talk to Brian more than SBB these days. It simply is not fair. It simply is frustrating. It simply is stressful! It simply is life’s greatest misery, cos it seldom is good news receiving calls from Brian.

Now I realise how toilet breaks can be so inspiring, and remind you of the important stuff you could have overlooked.

Okay, I might finally have some peace. Though I honestly dread tomorrow.

Did I mention I have a new obsession?

That is to do a split? And I am amazed my improvement in just 4 days! I am getting near!

This coming from someone who could never touch her toes since growing up. The idea came when I was thinking if I should let Minibean learn to dance. Yes yes, I am like so kiasu.

Anyway, she can now clap, wave bye bye, hi-5, and even stand without holding on to anything.

And it is so sad for me to say her first official words, are ’1′ in mandarin, and A. When I say official, it is because she would say it on cue when you show her the writings, and not just those random ramblings.

Sigh, Mama is not even more powerful than the number 1.

She saw my mum doing stuff and she is learning to mimic her movements too. Like when my mum would hit her own shoulders to massage them when she is tired, baby would follow and hit her shoulder the next time too. And like er, turning the tap. And like er… (!!!!) switching on the switches, switching channels… and er, taking off her own pants.

No, she honestly didn’t learn that from me.

Babies grow so fast.

I miss her a great deal, and so many moments in these 2 days, when I almost couldn’t find any spare strength, I felt the urge to cry. And when I thought of her, the more I wanted to just break down and cry.

Then again, she is the precise reason why I am still crisis-managing, and holding on.

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想写

September 25th, 2007 by admin

窒息了，想写…

只因你听不到，看不到，读不到，到不了感觉。

摒着呼吸，写了…

你也听不懂，看不懂，读不懂，不懂得去感觉。

看懂了，只是…

你不想听，不想看，不想懂，不想明白，更不想… 感觉。

可能，你不敢听，不敢想，不敢懂，不敢明白… 更不敢， 感觉。

有一天，我会变成过了期的罐头。

有一天，你会停止自私的，对吗？

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Morning kisses

September 23rd, 2007 by admin

My room smells absolutely fresh with a sweet tinge of mint to it.

Though the cleaning up of the mess was too much of a hassle after he had accidentally spilled it that night. I just had to add to it, and spilled it again all over the table on the next day, Friday.

Now, the greasy stains on my bedsheets are stubborn and refused to be washed.

***

I was just coming out of my shell from the past few days. No MSN, no phone calls, no going out, and strangely, barely enough hours of sleep. A lot of cheesy television, a lot of reading, a lot of… other stuff but communication.

But JD successfully pulled me out of my shell on Thursday afternoon, after that long phone call that particular early morning.

She dropped by my place after lunching with FF, and despite her ailment, she insisted on driving me out for lunch.

I was tired…. and despite the reluctance to head out, I eventually did.

We picked up MS and drove to the railway station for lunch. I had no idea why, but the place got me real excited, and I was almost skipping instead of walking.

It was… just a reminder of the innocence… the old days, where I would head back to Mum’s hometown by train with the other relatives.

And of course, the moroseness when seeing the stranded figure of my Dad at the station, waving goodbye to us as the train pulled out.

I must have been borne an emo person. I often teared and cried seeing Dad standing alone there. It is just… a sense of loneliness too hard to bear for a mere 3 year-old. And yes, I can still vividly remember that feeling.

MS and JD successfully boggled my mind with a new option, and even tempted me with promised help.

I know most people would jump at the opportunity, but I am not sure if I could be up to it, really. Thank you, and I will give it a serious thought.

FF flaked us and I was sorely disappointed. I spent the evening as bright as I could be, almost running out of batteries for my torchlight, out of wax for the candle as Boobs dropped by at her place with dinner. It was no wonder I was dripping wet(with sweat) after I left her place in a snap of fingers after.. the movie on Star Movies finished its airing.

***

I dozed off like I had been doing everyday for the past week.

I woke up after an hour, close to midnight and did some reading.

The surprise call came in slightly later and he said he would drop by in 10 minutes.

He had bread and couple of other items in tow, since he knew I was running out of bread. Though I was thinking I was running out of ham as well.

***

It was just 2 days before that day when I thought back about that very day I got pregs last March.

Okay, it wasn’t anything decadent about that day, but I was just thinking about how after a tiring night(er.. the IT Show, you see), and barely sufficient sleep, it would be a new day at work the next day(if I remember correctly, it was the 1st day of work actually).

He woke up before I did, and I remember how he stroke my face, and cuddled me as I slept turning to my right. I hugged him really tight as the day broke, and he gave a little peck on the forehead before bidding his goodbye. I would pull him back for a couple of more cuddles before he finally left, and I would slip back to sleep within seconds.

I felt like a big baby in my delirium state, and that’s one of the most wonderful feelings in the world, besides waking up in someone else’s arms in the morning.

Then, the reminder of it that day, made me realise how I miss that feeling, and how it quite never happened since that morning.

The mind is a powerful tool, I tell you.

***

As he curled up in bed, I pounced on his duvet-wrapped body and clung on to his warm body from behind, planting silly smooches as I giggled.

He had wanted to retire earlier as I watched my American Next Top Model Cycle 8 on Youtube. Quite honestly, that was the first time I watched that show, and I love to see how their pictures turned out.

Somehow he wrestled me from the computer and pinned me down with his strong hugs.

Eventually, I gave in and crawled next to him and fell asleep on his chest, with his arm around me.

I was semi-asleep when I felt him removing his arm to stretch, before he got it snaked under my neck again.

It was a morning where he didn’t wake me up like he usually does.

He woke me up gently, and briefly asked me a question. With a soothing tone, he told me he was about to leave, and had his hands wrapped around me.

In my delirium, I felt soft kisses on my lips and cheeks, tingling touches, and the cozy whispers of his goodbyes.

Those were the feelings greatly missed, and found.

***

I spent Friday and Saturday peacefully at home, with nothing great to rave about, unless you guys wanna hear ramblings about work.

I just want to clear my mind of all thoughts so I could make the right decisions ahead.

He sent me an incredibly adorable MMS which really brightened my day. Thank you, sweets. I bet she got the grumpiness from you, as much as you would insist otherwise. Heh.

I can’t wait for next week when CSI’s new season would be out!

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Domestic Goddess

September 20th, 2007 by admin

I think I have lost it. I stared at the blank space in front of me for the longest time, and yet I couldn’t think of a title or what to write in here.

In the past few days, little had happened, yet it feels like so much had happened. I remember the days filled with lots and lots of television.

There was great reluctance to blog, or even load this page, for the fear that whatever that are bottled up, would just all come gushing out.

And the guardedness just… didn’t allow me to do so.

I crawled into bed most of the time in the evening, just wanting to hide there, though I would toss and turn, until I would end up sleeping only when it is morning.

It was totally horrendous.

I am trying hard to sort out much of my direction in life in the past few days, much were set aside just to think things through, and put words into action and getting real productive.

The only problem is, such would prove as crunch time to make real hard decisions.

I will blog more when I feel like it, and once I edited the pictures. :)

***

I spent a lovely Sunday evening having dinner with the girlie bunch, opting to dress down, which wasn’t something they were used to. I almost forgot that I have never quite dressed down in front of them!

I headed to Novena Square, had dinner at Fish & Co, and was obsessed with the idea of buying a mop.

It erupted a very domesticated  topic, and I honestly had no idea why I had the constant thought of the mop throughout the dinner.

I was disappointed that I didn’t manage to find it. Was about to head home when the usual suspects asked me to join them for mahjong.

I honestly can’t remember when was the last time I played. Must be quite a while ago. And strangely, I was looking forward for the games to be over so I could dive into my bed, instead of coercing the rest for another game.

And then, it was midway through the games that I felt I was losing the control, and the uneasiness of feeling vulnerable sets in.  It was strange.

I headed home, and though it wasn’t that early anymore, I cosy up to the movie “Knocked Up”, that had me in stitches, and despite it being a comedy, tears. I was crying when the movie ended as I tried to get some sleep.

I enjoyed it.

***

I woke up with plenty of dread for Monday, and couldn’t quite gather my thoughts together.

I headed to office, before sitting down for nice talks with my boss and colleague.

I left for Tiong Bahru for my hair treatment, and then… as I was randomly browsing, I didn’t expect to find the mop at a hardware store within the mall. Ah… destiny, must be it.

The mop cost me $39.90.

I lugged it around, with my grocery shopping, and the baby bibs I bought for Minibean(Ohhh! I love buying bibs for her).

It was a picture of a giraffe, though SBB thought it was a cow.

(In other news, SBB bought Minibean a cutie spring giraffe which is a soft-toy, which she destroyed in record timing.. But she had so much fun with it :) My Mum realised the tail of the giraffe mysteriously missing and suspected it might be ingested. And Minibean’s Mummy received a nice, pretty scrap book from Prints, that is disgustingly expensive, which I had great reluctance to buy despite my immense liking for it. The unexpected gift was explained with that I seldom spend on myself, though I was thinking I am quite a scary spender. Thank you, sweets.)

I actually messaged my friends to ask them to tell me I am hot despite me lugging the mop around in the food court, having a lonesome dinner by myself and a cold, skinny mop.

Having my hair half-bunned, and wearing some baggy dress(and the glasses!), it wasn’t exactly a very attractive sight.

I was asked to post pictures of the mop here, cos it was as if I was obsessed with it.

Honestly, I was obsessed with cleaning up my place. The moment I stepped into my house, without changing, I soaked the mop and started mopping.

I mopped my room and the hall, 3 times. Once, with the wet floor wipes(if the mop was expensive, then I think 6 pieces of wet wipes for 8 plus isn’t exactly quite economical).

The ugly thingy I lugged around.

The mop comes with a sponge that requires you to soak it in water or detergent for 10 minutes. Once you get it out of the pail, you can conveniently squeeze it dry with just a simple pull of the lever.

And you could start mopping the floor, cleaning glass windows with it. And with its ahem, ribbed surface, it actually helps to stick up the hair and the dust from the floor, like the wetwipes.

Once you are done mopping, you can just dip it into the pail to rinse. The dust and hair would magically be rinsed off, and you could pull the lever to dry the sponge and carry on mopping.

I quite like it as compared to the wet floor wipes, though the wet floor wipes give me more agility maneuvering round the corners and the floor.

I tried the wet floor wipes on my very dirty kitchen door, and it didn’t quite manage to clean the stubborn dust stains out, but the mop could. So I guess each has its pros and cons.

All in all, I am quite happy with the new purchase :)

I should be sitting outside NTUC selling mops with a mic.

***

It was only Tuesday and I was at Novena Square once again.

This time, I was waiting for my dad, and was having lunch with Brian as we discussed some other possible moves.

It was a short one before Dad fetched me and we headed back to Malaysia for dinner with my precious baby and my parents.

As usual, I will blog about baby in separate posts, and that means I already owe 2 posts… and many pictures unedited!

Baby was back to JB by last night, and I made my way home feeling really lonely.

It isn’t easy to have an absolute breather, yet at the same time, it could be so fulfilling.

***

It has been a while since we last had something close to a 6-hour phone call, which was what took place last night.

Much things had changed in the course of whatever we had. Coming to 26 months, it is rather expected.

To expect someone to have no expectations, is an expectation itself. I can’t at all say I don’t have expectations, but perhaps one of respect and honesty is the basic I ask for, instead of the conventional of what other people may want.

It might not be all that significant to people, but I guess it is just something I pride above all things else.

From openness to guardedness. From believing, to a cynic. From at ease with it, to being utterly humiliated. How do you reverse things that make you become an utter bitch who became totally guarded, to make you who you were again?

Can that belief, that unbridled openness, be found again? I don’t really know.

It was a nice talk, to agree to start things on a clean slate, though such a clean slate might not last us long enough. Nonetheless, it was like a constipation that found its release, and it felt good.

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Comfort food

September 16th, 2007 by admin

I love rainy nights.

I love it when I have a warm, nice body to snuggle upclose when it rains.

Though tonight is not one of those nights, it was, on a rainy Friday, which made me overslept a little to miss a planned errand.

***

The lack of blogging is mainly because I feel the best hiding, and being on my own. I am almost like a recluse, and I only hang out when I feel comfortable with the right group of people. Maybe because I know they wouldn’t find my social withdrawal offensive.

In the past week, much time has been put into some miscellaneous planning that will take place next week(it is a pretty major step in my opinion), and the next week will prove really, really crucial.

And I am amazed how quickly things will move, and how fast things are confirmed, and settled. It involves bringing Bratworks further, and after discussing the ideas tossed in spontaneously, it seems likely it will work rather well.

Will blog more on it once things are more definite.

A huge leap, a new phase.

***

Despite the insomnia I had been getting, I finally had a long, peaceful rest last night.

Though I suspect it was the dream that dragged the sleep longer.

It was darn odd because it was a dream that pulled me out of the hermit shell, and made me deal with the human elements and work I so dread.

And I was dealt with massive blows to my esteem in the dream. I must have been a masochist to allow the dream to go on until it was 6pm.

Of course, when I greeted reality, I no longer had the urge to spend my Saturday evening out where there’s crowd and people.

I watched a lot of television, which is amazing since I haven’t watched television in a long while before this week.

And then the movie Inside Man finally was put into good use when I ran out of things to watch.

I downloaded it months ago and had not watched it, and watching it as the rain came pelting down, was good.

***

Nothing worth mentioning for the past week since I would spend my day at home when I was not needed outside.

After my Tuesday back in the office, I only headed out on Wednesday to join FF and Tetanus for dinner.

It was nice to hang out with my lovely sluts again, and we can’t wait for the day when Tetanus would scare us with his massive….. uhm.. whatchamacallit? Cough.

Darling, we have missed you much. :)

It is just plain great to be hanging out with people close to your heart.

JD and her friend(hey hey what tag should I be labeling him as?) joined us, before another 3 more of her friends came down as well.

By then, I was just having thoughts of home in my head, and couldn’t wait to leave.

FF and I left and headed home by train.

***

It was a nice Thursday night when SBB and I headed for drinks. We spoke throughout the night, and it took us by surprise that it was already 5am when we finally headed back to mine.

He insisted that I bathed him. Bah.

I had trouble sleeping, and he was sleeping as I stayed in constant touch with my designer to make sure everything was done on time.

It must be the rain..

***

I spent my Friday night with Qiwei and Liangbin, and they were very nice to give in after I expressed disinterest in clubbing.

It was a hilarious night, though I suspect that I would need serious dieting after the outing.

It must be PMS.

I met up with them and insisted that I was hungry.

Liangbin picked me up before we picked Qiwei up from Hougang. That brought us to Jalan Kayu where I had a plate of Maggie Goreng Pedas, and a piece of Prate Kosong.

One teh-o-peng.

*Burp*

I couldn’t stop complaining how full I was after the meal, as Liangbin drove us to Orchard Cineleisure.

The moment I got off, I was going on about popcorns and they stared at me in utter amazement, since I was the only one who was eating at Jalan Kayu prior to that.

Liangbin provided great comic relief to the night, when we were turning out of CTE(nearby Plaza Singapura), when he suddenly asked me to “return his mirror”. Qiwei and I were absolutely stunned, and I stopped short of looking into my bag for his mirror.

It was only because of his gesture to the passenger seat side of mirror, did I realise he meant to flip the folded mirror out.

And then he was saying how he had wanted to tell us about the mirror since we hit the expressway from Jalan Kayu, but he couldn’t get in a word cos we had no ‘full stops’.

Then he was berated(jokingly) by us that if there’s a fire, would he wait till we finish talking before he would alert us… and he was left speechless. And then he wasn’t spared of the ‘return mirror’ taunts..

We bought tickets for No Reservations(Catherine Zee is freaking hot), and I immediately coerced them into having desserts at Hong Kong cafe.

I ordered Sesame Paste with 4 Peanut dumplings, 3 custard buns and then another teh-0-peng.

And the 2 once again, ordered only drinks, and left me to gorge myself.

Evil.

Right after our movie…

We bought tickets for another movie! Premonition!

We must be pretty crazy.

Liangbin continued providing us with comic relief when he not only press the Lift Alarm instead of the lift-open button, and he even asked me if I wanted my popcorns sweet or sour.

Oh yes, I had popcorns, lemon tea and fried chicken chunks(they didn’t even want to help me with it!) when we were watching the 2nd movie.

They even asked if I want supper/breakfast after the 2nd movie. Heheh.

It was a great night out with a cosy group after not meeting them for years.

Thanks Qiwei, for the piggy bib :)

Thanks Liangbin for the movie and popcorn treat, and sending us home.

So much things had happened, and we all are moving on.

Take care.

***

Today I had a bowl of cereals after instant noodles(with 2 pieces of ham), and I had to hold back chomping down a bar of chocolate after that.

I finished half a box of butter cookies.

And I feel like having a plate of spaghetti with tomato sauce.

***

And now.. the thunder show is on its full display, and sometimes, a quiet night could be so fulfilling.

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