Archive for December, 2007

Parties

December 23rd, 2007 by admin

It should have been mahjong inspirational today.

But noooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

The past 2 days have been fucking…………. interesting.

I don’t even know where to start.

I am so speechless that I don’t even know how to start this post.

Two girls who stood up on me last night, unexpectedly were by my side tonight. I was half apologetic to put them through boredom but guess what, they entertained themselves much better than I did. And then, you realise, everyone knows everyone.

And then the unthinkable happened.

And oh fuck! Everyone does indeed know everyone.

I was in Orchard, and the unthinkable happened too.

Oh my goodness.

2 days of adrenalin high, what can I say?

Let’s just say, bring it on baaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyybeeeeeeh.

So.

Summary of what happened?

I don’t even know where to start.

Say. I was partying with Mr KG(oh my oh my) last night. Today I bumped into him AND, his girlfriend. I nearly couldn’t breathe.

But that’s not the point, compared to the highlight of the day.

Mahjong inspirational didn’t take place.

And then… there were the people. I am surprised how nice and grounded they can be.

And then… there were the people. I am simply surprised.

And then… there were the people. I am simply… speechless.

And then. There’s me.

Soo…..

Actually.

I think I am dating. I think.

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Where the drama, never ends.

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The dating game

December 20th, 2007 by admin

I stared at this space for the longest time and I spaced out my mind long enough to not know what to write.

I am not good with dates. I lament constantly about men perpetual lack of interest in me, and yet I have to admit that it was my lukewarm interest in men(they are just sex-machines, you see. No, I am kidding, really).

I think, since a long while back, I have already conditioned myself to think that I don’t really need them.

I enjoy their kisses, their cuddles, their warmth, their company, and whatever that’s in between their legs which bring me pleasure(ha! ha! ha! This is VERY subjective, depending on how much I feel for the person, the size, the girth, the…. sustainability of the, uhm, tool).

There was a time, I enjoyed being taken care of, most of all. And I enjoyed caring for someone else, to spoil them silly, to just.. you know, pretend to be in love.

I have always been someone hopelessly romantic, and incredibly sexually sensual. But I realised how my cynicism has transformed me to the other end of the spectrum(cough cough).

Maybe when you block out whatever your feelings, and then, everything means less to you.

I want to date again, I proudly declared, say, 2 weeks ago, over MSN, mahjong table, whatever whatever, wherever.

I woke up one day and I promise myself I am gonna treat myself better in 2008 and a new year, a fresh start.

I decide to give myself a little more respect, be it I deserve it or not.

I decide I will not shortchange myself anymore.

With all the promises I made to myself, I feel stronger, and I also feel a part of me dying.

A part of the old me, which is so dear, so…. different.

But the thing is, with the strength I was bestowed, I feel that I don’t really need anyone anymore.

It was as if I was conditioned not needing anyone anymore. People know me always complain how much pride I have in me, and how stubborn I can be, and at those times I really wish I could succumb to the convenience, I would somehow dissuade myself from so.

Actually, I think it is because when I needed those most, they are usually unavailable, or too much of a hassle. But when they are readily available, I would have already learnt it is something I can overcome myself.

That, includes heading to the hospital by myself by cab when my water broke. Muahahaha.

(Oh fuckety fuck! OMG. DIE. OMG. AH. OMG. OMG OMG OMG OMG.)

I so shouldn’t have agreed on the gathering tomorrow night.

I sooooooooooooo shouldn’t have.

I am so hyperventilating.

Mr KG, apparently, will be there.

And… I am supposed to be introduced to my friends’ guy pals tomorrow night.

And… one of the guys I dated… will be there too.

I am so going to be cringing in utter embarrassment.

Oh I have a job tomorrow night too.

And oh, this is so totally random, but uhm… die, I haven’t done my Christmas shopping yet.

And my furniture shopping. Argh.

I digress.

Like I was saying. I would love to date again, but I am not sure I can get over myself to you know, date seriously.

And at this point, the romantic mental images of me crazily in love, is just, inconceivable. I would love to, but it is as if I have became THE commitment-phobe now.

I think I lost a spark in me.

And I wonder will I meet a guy who would date me without fucking me. And I was seriously thinking of making it a disclaimer to whomever I might date in the future. I am almost insane, I know.

But, I think I am just not quite sure I can fuck someone new/else after almost 3 years. I monogamy queen for so long, cough cough, not ready to lose my crown, you know?

Don’t get me wrong, I love fucking/physical intimacy, and I believe I am ravenous most of the time(no, you didn’t hear it from me. And NO mental images, please), but it is just that I don’t feel like doing it anymore.

But, of course, I don’t have to tell them that it is likely that one day when “feeeeeling”(not horniness hor, thank you) comes, I might just rip off their clothes in a frenzy for some fierce, passionate actions. But no pain please. Pain and intimacy just don’t go well together for me.

I think I just miss the sweetness of good ol’ dating days. Hang out, chill, do sports together, watch movies, strolls, cruising around. And it just ain’t the intimacy that appeals anymore.

I think I am looking for friends for keep, rather than just.. shallow relationships that don’t bring beyond myself.

Despite my daily claims of how horny I am, my brr brr is so lonely these days that it must be weeping in a corner of my drawer in absolute despair.

I think I am going to die a celibated spinster.

Oh. Am heading out now. Bye!

This post is so totally random that I don’t even know why did it exist in the first place.

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Aches that never go away

December 20th, 2007 by admin

I was told, I am all messed up and that I am lost.

I am hardly surprised.  Cos don’t I already know that myself?

And most of the time, I just feel barely good about myself. But I do whatever I need to do to get by.

***

It is 9am and my head hurts like a bitch.

I just got back before it started pouring, and honestly, it is a struggle between absolute delirium and subtle consciousness.

We spent last night playing mahjong and I think we have lost our mojo. It was getting tiring towards the end.

The conclusion to the night, was a bittersweet one.

It is just weird that it turned out to be the exact opposite of what I thought I would do, and what I thought I had convinced myself to do.

Enough, but not enough.

Maybe on my part, I am simply not good enough.

I slept for barely 4 hours after mahjong on Tuesday, and I am still up at 9am, which means, it is really no good.

My backache is killing me, and my migraine suddenly snuck up at me in the midst of mahjong.

Now I can feel it throbbing again after the aspirin worn off.

I wish I have more time to be ready. I wish the world isn’t this small. I wish.

You guys may not believe me but something in my life changed in the past week or so.

There are particular incidents, people, and things that had sifted in and out of my life to shed some light. For that, I thank them.

But it is really hard to be typing an entry when I almost forgot how to spell “hard” and my fingers, brain and eyes don’t seem to be coordinating all that well.

Will blog again, when I am… like…. sober up?

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I have added a new category

December 19th, 2007 by admin

Which I think would find itself a pretty decent footing in this little space.

We are very pride-ful people, and we were trying to see who the pridest of all.

I was bored. It was late. The girls were busy.

Yet. When someone who loves to hole up at home feels an incredible urge to head out, she has to do what she has to do.

Surprisingly, when I asked for coffee everyone wasn’t that busy. And when I suggested ‘coffee’ over at JD’s, Miss FF very eagerly offered to bring coffee over.

But we didn’t need caffeine to dissipate those fatigue. Our stamina very good. So far, we have not yet met any man who could match up to us. Ahem.

JD bought FF coffee instead.

And…. we got down to business pretty swiftly since it wasn’t exactly early.

When it first ended around 1ish, we were making each other to be the least pridest. And after lotsa of provocation, blame-shifting(it was funnier than it was aggressive), daring and stifled smirks(FF’s one especially, when she dropped the chips into the bag to show how disciplined she was), we actually fished out everything again after keeping them.

Never tempt with fate, we decided.

And we have many internal counselling and psychological analysis sessions. So if you think we look tired over the mahjong table, it is just the radio.

And they are bery ebil fwens. Bery bery ebil. They sing horrible songs and make horrible jokes.

***

I am such a scrooge, I snubbed all the ComfortDelgro cabs and took a black taxi(they operate on their own, I think) instead.

It would cost me 4 or 5 dollars more if I had succumbed to otherwise. I made the uncle laugh when I told him I had intentionally waited.

But what I didn’t tell him was, I didn’t quite want to head home either.

***

Enough, but not enough.

How far will you go, when it is enough, and enough?

I don’t know.

I think this hurdle is just mine to cross.

One day, I shall confess.

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Minibean turns a year old

December 18th, 2007 by admin

I have bery ebil fwens. If you even call them that, that is.

And it is amazing how you could have your panties wet, just from the way someone writes about the daily mundane stuff. Wits baby, is an aphrodisiac. Very yummy.

Anyway.

The long awaited.. long post. Procrastination, procrastination.

Mummy loves you very much, Charissa.

***

30 November 2007. Friday.

Took her for a little walk around the neighbourhood just before I had to rush off to work at an event.

And… the funny incidents that happened is an open secret now. Darn.

I love to take pictures when she is sleeping. And this, reminds me of the many ultrasounds I did when she was spawning within me. Looking at her now, the unsightly stretched flabs are the last thing on my mind.


It was a windy evening, we went to buy some food, before we walked back and chilled at the playground.

Verdict? She loves the swing though she was petrified in the beginning.


We quickly went up when I realised I didn’t have much liberty with the time left for putting on makeup.

It was nicer.

What was nicer, is having someone to greet you when you get back from work, welcoming you with all smiles and plenty of enthusiasm.

And she turned on her manja charms. And yes, that’s how she normally pinches me, too.

We just spent time in bed, and watched her as she rolled around, getting snugglish(?), affectionate. I even changed her to her birthday outfit, just to see how she would look like.

And she leaned forward and rested on my thighs, lifting her head up to give me the most heart-melting smile ever. My favourite picture of her now.

And yes baby, that was where you burrowed out a yearago. Hurhur.

It wasn’t long before the z monster subdued her, and I sat by the window that night for a nice, long while, before I too, prepared for the big day ahead.

***

1st December 2007.

Though it was a day early, it was the big day for her.

Good morning sunshine, it is your big day, and let’s get you changed.

A nice long shower, and her modelling Mummy’s birthday gift for her.

I honestly don’t think I have ever bought myself a dress that cost as much. But of cos, being the proud mother I am, I would love to see her start taking her first steps in those pretty shoes, running around the malls with hesitant steps, in this dress.

My mum says can wear till 3 years old. Haha.

Thank you girls for the fabulous clothes. They made Minibean a model. I think it is high time she has some walk-in closet from the amount of clothes she has.

No wonder she’s happy like a bird.

Before the bulk of the guests arrived. Now she even has a membership card for her shopping needs.

Unlike last year, this year she did all the entertaining chores for me, and she kept them busy as they chased her around. I doubt she even missed me.

Thank you Carol, for the yearly supply of nappies! :)

I very sad. I didn’t take pictures with Midori and Wanyi. They were there when Minibean first returned home. I remember I was so afraid of being alone. I mean, it was my first day of facing a brand new life(in hospital different!), and I was totally clueless with the unkempt house.

I remember Midori was still as afraid of Minibean back then as she was when Minibean was still incubating within. Hahaha! And she is good with her this time round :)

These lovely girls, can become her personal shoppers already.

Thank you, really. Thank you.

You know huh, last year I wanted to change/looked presentable and whatever for her first month, but I was so caught up with everything that I didn’t even manage to pop in those contacts.

This year, I had time to do so and put on makeup, but didn’t have time to change, and someone pointed that out to be, hor, Enqi? :P

My sweetheart with Eileen and a glimpse of the delicious food. They had rave reviews compared to last year’s.

And the pretty dress that the girls got for her.


And the beasts in the girls prompted them to ravenously strip her for an impromptu fashion show.

Not forgetting the back, with her tush out. Like a professional model already.


And then, another set.

The more executive look.

Like all runway fashion show, they do the changing in the open.

Tadang.

She is combing her hair in this picture. Somehow my parents thought her that pretty well enough for her to show it off to the guests.

And the casual sequin top with a sexy, short denim skirt.

I think she enjoys the cam-whoring session pretty well. It’s all in the genes, baby.

I told myself I must make up for the lack of pictures last year, and you can see the steaming vengeance.

Love it when she draws close and lean against my barely existing chest.

Enqi, thank you. I wish I could say thank you for so much more, for standing by me over the years, and so terribly understanding when I want, and need to hide.

And I love, love, love your new hair.

The birthday girl and the machine that churned her out.

It was half past 6 when we cut cake. I was so gan cheong I was trembling. Don’t know kan cheong for what. I think the crowd made me nervous.

I have fabulous friends. Many came as individuals, and they entertained themselves well.


And her Noah’s Ark cake. It was bad that I didn’t manage to order a cake in time for her, so deprived her of something nicer.

Oh, and she kicked into the cake just before she blew the candle. I can’t remember if I licked the chocolate off her toes.

(And it is not supposed to sound dirty, Janise! It is a perfectly innocent statement. FYI, she nominated me on Superlatives, saying I am most likely to say something perfectly innocent and yet sounds dirrrrty)


Charissa is 1!

Singing birthday song, and she clapped along.

Next year, she will blow her candle by herself.

I love how excited she looks in this picture.

I am so glad Pastor Henry and his wife made it in time for her cake-cutting. I am just so happy they are a part of it.

She is so cute! Not mine, but Justine’s baby girl. I feel that I learnt a lot from Justine, and she is one amazing lady.

Thank you Justine. I really did appreciate the time, however short, when we were working together.

I proudly announced at 7pm, “Oh, a year ago, this time, my water broke. Muahaha.”

JOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!

And this lady, whom I have known for 20 years. Meiyi. It was good to see old faces.Someone, who saw this picture… gasped, “Oh! Philip Ong was there?”

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO He is not who you think he is.

My baby even knows how to position her legs to make them look slimmer. Haha, and the piglet(far right) Mingwei and Xiao Lup Cheong got for her.

Here they are. Xiao Lup Cheong(giggles) and Mingwei.

Why my baby is leaning towards him rather than me?

That’s better. A kiss for Mummy. My dearest Jiali.

I love this girl. For a good 10 years.

Oh, the shirt that FF got for Mummy. Loooove it!

Glenn, who endured the MacDonald House days with me. The nicest guy anyone can meet.

AL, thanks for sorting out my computer stuff for me, and we should go eat eggplants soon!

Another nicest guy possible. Jieyuan. Thank you dear, and I owe you a dinner.


Her holding to the card Auntie Jiali wrote her. Sitting cosily next to Auntie Bernice who helped Mummy a lot throughout the day, and stayed on till late.

And finally, the guest who rushed over from the airport. Thank you dear.

Family picture. Hehehe.

And a series of nice pictures taken by Uncle Kenny.

Her clapping her hands when we sang for her.

Her twinkle twinkle little star.

And part of her haul for the day.

When I brought her to shower, after she poo-pooed.She damn cute with her hair tied up.


Minibean and her vibrating teether toy.


You are simply wonderful, darling.

My cutie.

I was so tired for the night, that I tripped over Kenny and was like bumping into every single object in sight.

Thank you guys, who helped me cleaning up.

When midnight approached, we went down for a stroll.

It was a cold, windy night.

We went to the petrol kiosk, and on our way there, the clock struck twelve.


And I think she knows its her birthday too.

And when we got back, cotton bud(cotton buds have many uses. Cough) became candle.

She has a smart mother, what can I say? Even the flame looks oh-so perfect.

She doesn’t seem to be a fan though.

2 December 2007

The actual day was quiet, we just cuddled up in bed most of the time.






Before evening was here and I changed her into the dress my dad bought her.





And you could see the blush/rash on her cheeks that erupted.

***

She morphs into so many personas, it’s amazing.

I love you baby.

And if you think baby can’t take a bad picture, she tops it off again.

But this was 4th December, after her trip to the hospital, when she was on the phone.

***

And she was with me again on last Wednesday. 12th.

I let her sit on her toy and she was happy with her newfound freedom in the hall.









And it was a quick day with Mummy before she returned back to JB.

I haven’t edited the pictures from the recent weekend, but it will be soon. :)

I hope it will sweeten up the festive season for some of you, at least.

Love,

Both of us.

88 pictures! Woot!

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Believing

December 17th, 2007 by admin

I went to chill out with someone last night.

Good luck Chuck was pretty good and I was doing a Jessica Alba before the movie started by spilling lemon tea down my tee. And had my entire hand smeared in chilli sauce

Giggles and extensive blushing throughout the movie. I am kinda glad the spontaneity worked out pretty fine, and I had nice company for the night.

It is almost insane to see a cinema packed at 1.45am.

I almost forgot how it is like to have someone opening car doors for me, and you know, the works.

I almost forgot how it is like to have someone to make me laugh.

And buying groceries in the wee hours of the morning, and having insecticides, bottles of lysols and air freshener all packed to the front of the car, made me wonder if we crash, will we explode and die? Maybe that’s why there was a small fire extinguisher at the side?

Though at the end of the night, it was scary to realise how small, tiny, minute this world is.

Going through pictures that bore many familiar faces… was… uhm, uncomfortable.

***

I wish I believed in you.

If only I could.

If only I feel I could.

***

Just a song that is replaying on my playlist now which has no need for anyone to read into it beside the music refuses to get out of my mind.

Lips of an Angel – Hinder

Honey why you calling me so late?
It’s kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper ’cause I can’t be too loud

Well, my girl’s in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

It’s funny that you’re calling me tonight
And, yes, I’ve dreamt of you too
And does he know you’re talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don’t think she has a clue

Well my girl’s in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak

***

I was told I am sia lan.

And that I am mean. And amongst many other things/names that were called. It was strangely funny.

You know, I can really be a perfect angel, sometimes.

Yeah. Sometimes.

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Conversation to start a Sunday morning

December 16th, 2007 by admin

“Baaaaaaayyyybeeeee” I cooed.

“MaaaaaaaaaMaah!” she replied with a big smile.

“KaaaaaarrRisSah!”

“*Giggles giggles giggles*” -crawled towards me and stood up by holding to my shoulder and looked into my eyes-

***

She is now busy taking off her overly-lengthy pants as she throws herself around on the bed.

She loves watching commercials on the television.

***

I went to bed, tired, at 12.45am last night.

I saw the day at 12.45pm today.

Not too bad that the little toddler let me sleep on, without waking me up.

Though I did wake up 3 times… by her tossing and turning, that prompted me to make milk for her in the wee hours of morning.

So.

I had this funny dream that I woke up remembering all the details, until she started whining in her sleep and I woke up just at the crucial moment.

It was this guy, a stranger, and I remember we were in some sort of driving centre. But the setting was as if it was out of a sleek movie, dark, and we were all dressed.

He was somebody who studied overseas, the shy, sporty ABC type.

Oh. And. Yes. He has puppy-eyes. Awww….

He asked the boss to cut his name out on a piece of window sticker, and it was Emmanuel.

Then, it was as if we were on some sort of shoot, and we and the camera crew have to stay overnight. I slept on the bed and they slept on the floor.

I fell off the bed and he carried me back up and….

*toss toss turn turn*

I woke up.

I remembered all the details and went back to sleep after a trip to the loo. To pee, that is.

Then, my dream continued in a dark setting.

Only this time, Emmanuel was replaced by someone else(*gasp!* someone I know!), and I was snuggled up close to his chest as he stared back at me with.. puppy-eyes. Swoon.

Then, there were kisses, just very tender kisses and cuddles.

He stroke my face, and….

*toss toss turn turn*

OOOKKKKAAAAAYYYYYYY.

It took me half an hour to get back to sleep, and then I became a student in my dream this time round.

And the school arranged for a trip to.. London.

I was about to set off, and someone tugged my hand.

Baby had woken up and was pulling my hand to wake me up.

:( :( :(

Just 2 days ago, my London friends were egging me on to take a break.

***

Now she just stands beside me and then calling me “maaahhmeeeh”. She will tilt her head to the side to look at me, to get my attention and then sticks out her tongue.

I ruffled her hair to a big mess and she likes it.

I need to go furniture hunting. Arghh!

In some wet-blanket news, my debt invoice from Manulife came.

It is going to be a bad end to the year. Hurhurhur.

***

Oh you know how facebook has this question… “Who was your first kiss?” as your verification?

I left it as it is for the longest time and wondered if I should fill it up 2 days ago. It triggered off some old-time memories. I cringed a bit, and then I left it as it is instead of filling it up.

Then, a friend request came in today.

No price for guessing who it was.

*Blushes*

It was just a kiss. One and only time. When I was young and naive. Hehehehe.

***

Actually, imagine facebook has this option, “We kissed”, “We made out”, “We did the horizontal waltz”, and “how did it go?”.

Imagine “it lasted for less than a minute” for an answer. Hohoho(Merry Christmas JD and FF!).

***

Remember people, no more ComfortDelgro cabs from tomorrow onwards! Flag the other cabs when you have to. And they are reverting back to the full 50% midnight shit.

Dammit.

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Quiet and rainy weekend

December 16th, 2007 by admin

Confined myself to the comfort of my room on days that people would be out partying.

It isn’t that bad.

I got 3 ping wu on online mahjong game, consecutively just minutes ago, and the game is finally nice to me for once.

I spent yesterday at home, with raging hormones, and was like, really, uhm, in need of cuddles. Cough.

It was so frustrating that however tired I was, I was unable to fall asleep.

It was almost 6 when I finally stopped tossing and turning, and I woke up at 9am.

***

By 9am, Minibean was in my arms, and it is incredible that I was expecting her to become less cute after turning one (we all know the prelude to terror twos), but she was so amazingly adorable today.

She was in her best behavior, and she allowed me to have a little more sleep when she woke up from her nap.

She didn’t cry at all today, except when she wanted to snatch my phone from me when I was using it.

And everytime I looked at her, she would flash the most mesmerising smile at me. Not a single picture I took today is without her smiling. I think she loves me :)

And she loves to lean against me, and just snuggle upclose to me.

She loves it when I let her onto my bed, and she loves to test the spring by throwing herself onto the bed while standing up.

She giggled and laughed non-stop and it was as if she was on some sort of substance high.

She now knows how to say: Mama, Ma-mee, Papa, Zeh zeh, Mei mei, and… No! Though she is still stubbornly refusing to walk in front of us.

She is amazing, I tell you. :)

(I think she just fell asleep in her cot. Woohoo. And she fell asleep tonight without any tantrums nor whining for any attention! I don’t even have to pat her to sleep!)

I actually had wanted to bring her out to run some errands and replenish the groceries stock since an old friend is bunking over next week, but the rain stopped me from doing so.

But it was nice wrestling her in bed, and let her attack my belly button, and watching her giggling at my reactions.

I know I promised to post up her pictures, but at least, the next time when I do, there would be minimal words, and it would be pictures of her post-year old days.

She is really the sweetest angel today, even when I was out washing her bottles and having my lunch, she was quietly playing in her cot, and she would be uber-excited when I carried her when I was done.

I might need to furniture-shop tomorrow but I am just afraid of bringing her around should the weather continues to be this bad.

Maybe I will keep her for another day or so, so my old friend would be able to bond with her a little over next week.

Gee. I really need to change the sofa after she had peed on it.

Oh.

A carpet too.

Oh. Dining chairs too.

Lamps!

And, it will be enough :)

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Getting married

December 14th, 2007 by admin

FF and I have a new resolution for year 2008.

We want to get married. Uhm.. but not to each other cos we don’t have dicks for each other.

If what JD had taught us is true, I am sure she will have hellava good time if I was born a man.

And then reality hits home when FF asked, “So when are we getting divorces so we can get married again?”

So much for fairytales. Haha.

But darling.. it is already so hard finding one to get married to, still can find so many others meh?

We all aim to have mahjong tables at our weddings… if not, funerals.

***

So Minibean was with me yesterday.

She had fun on her new toy. She is a happy baby. :)

Dad told me that she had started to stand up and walk… say, 3 steps or so, but she always refuses to do it again for the adults to see.

We spent the day together, before Dad picked us up to head for my secondary classmate’s wedding dinner.

Dad really sayang-ed her darn lots. He didn’t really want me to bring her there(he is getting territorial these days that it is almost annoying), and ended up bringing her around Takashimaya to shop.

This, coming from a dad who always complained and refused my invitation to shopping outings.

She had so much fun watching the crowd(Dad didn’t want her to change out of her ugly PJs just in case she caught a chill).

The couple had met over mahjong sessions, and I lamented that I must have been playing mahjongs with all the wrong people.

Coincidentally, my old bunch of mahjong kakis who tide me over my pregnancy days, were invited also… such, is a small world.

3 other classmates turned up, and when Zeguang brought his girlfriend along, he stared at her incredulously when she told him she thought I was.. cough, pretty. I giggled and shyly covered my face with my shawl, before I tainted my image by loudly annoucing.. “OH PUURRLLLEEESSEE! Me??? You tell him he will laugh in your face!”.

He gave his usual comical face and went a pitch higher, “HER?!?! She and the word ‘pretty’ never go together one lor!!”.

So much for a friend… He forgot those days when I indulged him in late night mahjong sessions when we were 18. Ingrate.

Us, and the couple. Congrats Angie and Bryan!

The bride and I. We were classmates for 4 years… and she was the one who jio-ed the first ever mahjong session over at my place.

It was a simple affair, before I left… and was stranded in prettily-litted Orchard.

I just wanna look at the pretty lights, and stopped in my tracks.

I found a spot to sit down, and…. some guy was lurking around before my alarm bells went off and I searched for the girlies’ numbers.

And when one didn’t answer, he took the chance to come up to strike up a conversation when I was dialling another.

He thought I wasn’t local, and I insisted I am.

And then he switched to mandarin as if to verify that I wasn’t bluffing.

Ahem. I replied in meticulously enunciated mandarin, before I was back on the phone. He asked if I was waiting for a friend, and I lied.


I made my escape, pretending to be real busy on the phone.

I have tear-lee-ber friends who laughed at my misery.

I walked a long way to the cab stand, and finally got home at 12.

***

I overslept today. I slept for 8 hours, and 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep is as rare as it comes. I was so deep in my sleep that when the alarm went off, I was still in my dreams, wondering what the sound was all about. Then I sub-consciously reminded myself I have something on, and I had to wake up.

And then, I did. After my alarm rang for 10 minutes.

Yet, 8 hours of sleep seemed not enough.

I was out at a meeting this afternoon, and I know not why I am so hesitant.

I had a drink before I went over to City Hall to meet JD and her colleagues. I was so blardy tired.

We went for dinner at Wisma foodcourt, before we jaywalked over to the event venue.

I even bumped into an ex-colleague, who apparently had made a career move.

I should have made my way home instead… cos I was so tired that at the end of the night, I was hoping it would be over, cos I could barely find the last ounce of energy to give half-hearted smile.

I was sure that even the sight of tiles wouldn’t wake me up enough, cos even the magical number 4 didn’t wake me up enough either. Oh -giggles- though the picturial moment did.

Strangely, a blogging console does the job well enough.

Okay, fine, I played a little online mahjong before this.. so the tiles-strategy does work.

And I still haven’t blogged about Minibean’s birthday though I have planned to do so earlier this week.

Gee.

Bad.

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For the moolah

December 12th, 2007 by admin

The previous week was a pretty interesting one.

We had mahjong sessions on Tuesday(ended at 3am), Thursday(ended at 5am), Friday(ended at 6am) and Saturday(ended at 6am again!).

After the round on Tuesday, this was what FF said:

Don’t call me for mahjong this week, I have been losing and I am not going to play anymore.

After the round on Thursday, this was what FF said:

I am really not playing anymore. I lost again! Don’t call me for mahjong this week.

After the round on Friday which ended on early Saturday morning…

Okay, we are not going to play anymore for the weekend.

And on Saturday night, “I think we are playing mahjong after dinner.”

It just feels odd that there has been no mahjong session so far this week.

***

Baby is with me today! And she has been sleeping peacefully in her cot for the past 2 hours…. grrr.. I was trying to sleep but could hardly manage so.

I fell asleep at 2am last night, and I think there were 2 power failures last night in the midst of my sleep. I woke up to switch on the air-con again, before dozing off pretty swiftly.

I guess it was one of the earliest nights I had slept in a long while, compared to the 12 plus the other day after a week of intense mahjong sessions.

Baby seems to have grown quite a bit in the past days I hadn’t seen her, and my mum pretty much messed up her hair. My constant naggings of NOT to touch Minibean’s hair just didn’t quite work. Maybe I should roar the next time round to get my point across.

Really very ugly, you know?

She has just woken up and she is just leaning against my waist as I sat by the computer. She is really so damn cute.

***

The Friday night just before Minibean’s birthday, I went for a year-end party. It turned out to be a hilarious night when auntie came over to clean the house, and the rest of the babysitting story is a hush-hush joke.

I was in such a rush that I regretted not running in my slippers and brought my heels there to change.


Christie was really responsible and it was great working with her!


Sassy Cindy(gee, I hope I didn’t get her name wrongly). It was fun working with the girls though it was much more sweeter to return home to a waiting baby who was so thrilled to see me and rushed to the door to welcome me.

***

It was another job last Friday for a company launch, and it was working with the incredibly bubbly Bernice.

It was quite an easy job, though I did the ultimate booboo of putting a book into my bag when I had intended to put my black heels into my bag.

So silly me!

I ended up having to rush to the nearby OG to buy myself a new pair of black heels. Sigh. Money earned = money out.

Not forgetting that I had a late night of mahjong the night before(4 hours of sleep can kill), and was hardly functioning at optimum. But it was an easy job where we mingled and welcomed guests, and even had nice catered food…..

.. we were even allowed to surf and … -gasp- MSN.

Bernice and I in our santarina hats, at the reception area.

We were so cold that we ended up wearing the bosses’ blazers over our dresses.

My very dead eyes after too much mahjong.

It was no wonder time passed by pretty quickly and I was able to hop on a cab home, for a little nap.

I was adamant about not heading out, but guess what, the temptation of another few recording-breaking rounds of mahjong managed to make me scrap the idea of a nap, and headed out to meet the girlies for dinner.

…. And of cos, post-dinner plans were at JD’s place, and didn’t end till 6am.

My adrenalin didn’t sustain me any further, and I was trying hard not to doze off on the cab. The uncle was driving so fast that I was afraid I might doze off and never wake up to see the light of the day again.

I didn’t even have the energy to wash my hair, and made do with a quick rinse of body, before finally getting a nice, fulfilling long sleep, as I had to prepare for yet another event the next day.

***

I woke up to head to City Hall area to collect my laptop. Yippeee! I lugged it along with my boots and walked the treacherous journey to Pan Pacific.

It was Saturday and I didn’t even realise it was Zoukout day. The girls I worked with were all so excited, and asked if I was going.

One even asked if I was 20 years-old(*snigger snigger*), before I haughtily declared, “Ahem, I went for the first ever ZoukOut, okay!”.

Yes, that was 7 years ago and I was there.

The event was at Pan Pacific and I had to dress up in the Super Imports Night gear.

Folds and flabs, I know, but do I like, care? I mother of one, so I am entitled to flabby tummy. Oh and the pretty boots from the vouchers the girls gotten me.

So.. yeap, I am going to cam-whore until the cows come home.


I was the earliest to reach, and terribly bored.

She’s 1.74m, shapely, and only 16. What are parents feeding their children these days?!

I am like, a decade older. I am of a different era!

So yeah. Get used to the camwhoring.


Waiting for the other girls.

We took quite a bit of pictures together but all not in my camera. :(

We took pictures with the guests, and mingled. I even saw some familiar faces there.

It was pretty fun, though I do realise I ain’t really cut out for event girls anymore. Must be getting too old.

I used to be more candid and a good laugh…. and I could hardly find it within me anymore.

Unlike Sharon, who is such a great fun to work with, and absolutely liberal in front of the camera.


She is like chopsticks man!


I should really learn more from the master.

Act cute.

Sharon and I.

In the ballroom they allocated as our changing room.

I had a slight wardrobe malfunction, when the velcro suddenly burst open behind my back when I bent down to pick up something. Thankfully I was in the room when it happened, or else it would be such a major embarrassment.

Oh oh. Whoring my new laptop which I didn’t manage to find the ‘on’ button.

Oh. They had some free airbrush tattoo thingy, and I asked for one at a spot I would definitely go for if not for the fact that the society ain’t too accepting towards it.


I put it on my MSN and I had ‘rape invitations’ pretty swiftly. -Shudders-

We started mahjong late that night, and it was 11 when we finally sat down and play.

I was a meanie that night and though we were branded ‘siao’ to suggest playing till 6am, Auntie Ting’s theory of “If you insist on playing half room to save time, trust me, sure with diao zhng until almost around same time one…”

So it wasn’t too siao. We really ended almost 6am, even though we played half round at the end.

I don’t think my girlies will entertain my mahjong needs.

Sigh.

My baby is napping for soooo long!

But might as well. Gives me more time to plan for a day in/out with her. :)

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