Archive for May, 2008

Desperate times call for desperate measures

With my mahjong-wife not around(yah, she is almost like a wife to me when it comes to the sacred game), the urge was almost insatiable.

And then, I faltered, and strayed.

It was the hardest to look for new mahjong kakis.

But it must be a cry of utter desperation when you ended up playing 3-kaki mahjong, after rushing from an hour of fabulous massage, turned a blind eye to the exclusive spa club and its inviting jacuzzi pool… with new people.

Especially when the “new people” are your colleague, and most importantly, you big boss.

And it must be a really interesting session if one round of 3-kaki mahjong lasted 2 hours(from 10pm – 12 midnight cos Timothy couldn’t take it anymore! I would have went on and on and on and on and on…).

And it must be reaaaaaaally interesting back at work when you had (somewhat) slaughtered your boss and colleague by diao-zhnging for the longest time once the game started, and then walked away winning money from both of them.

Like, seriously, you mean I still get to keep my job?

Dangerous grounds

You know it is abso-fucking-lutely not safe when your colleague comes up to you and say, “you know, we were trying to figure out what’s your blog address..”

Then ah, you get panicky when he says, “Oh, we tried to google search but can’t find leh.”

Then ah, you cringe badly when he tells you it happened during a late-night meeting, with 5 other co-workers around.

Don’t find here horrr!!! Don’t!! Shoo!! Nooo!! Go away!

*Fingers crossed*

Written in the stars…

I can’t blog lah! Everyday I come home I am tired and I fall asleep by 9pm(with the lights on, right in front of the monitor), which I did for the past couple of days.

Still, my favourite picture. :D :D :D

As May concludes…

It has been an amazing month. Randomly off my mind….

I got myself various stuff to reward myself.

I had somewhat a confession.

I had a marriage proposal(like, a serious “Will you marry me”). GASP!

I went on an impromptu trip where I saw my darling team lifting the cup. I am back in Singapore with no nails.

I went on a trip. That, itself, is a big enough statement. And it was far enough, and a beautiful country with beautiful people. Moscow is awesome.

I played Laserquest on Friday at my company’s event, just what I needed after no sleep, no showers, on the day I touch down in Singapore.

I need to start jogging/working out soon. It refreshes me.

Though I seriously need to tone up. The bodyaches when I woke up at 6.30pm the next day (I really felt like I was drugged!!) was dreadful. I could hardly move, my world was spinning, and I even declined an offer for mahjong!!!!

I felt so sick I stayed in the entire night, alone I might add.

And I slept till 4pm this afternoon. Wow.

Oh. I gotten a souvenir from a very, very cute Russian immigration officer.

I got away with murder. Not really. I was exempted from taxes, twice, upon arrival back in the sunny island. I did it through legitimate, honest way okay?

I met lotsa awesome people.

I played lotsa mahjong. I even won at mahjong though I barely survived it on Friday night, which ended at 4am which I had to shoo them home cos my eyes couldn’t stay open.

I watched movies. Like today, I watched What happened at Vegas. I need a boy toy like Aston Kutcher in a nice, black suit.

Oh, and there was Mother’s Day in May.

I saw Minibean lots. :)

David Cook won American Idol. Not daddy’s boy. Woohoo.

May has been a wonderful month, for me, really.

It has never been like this for me for the longest while.

Sorry I can’t blog yet cos…. I have so much pictures and I have been like, tired.

And an interview(not job interview lah) that is coming up soon.

Like always, there is a but.

If only the month of May is not tainted by the tragedies happening around the world, it would be so much more perfect.

It is hard to watch news and not have tears clinging for dear life at the edges of my eyes.

Champions crowned at Luzhniki

The rain poured with intensifying furor as the match reached its climax.

Sudden death. Penalty. Either element is enough to make me hyperventilate. And now, they come hand in hand, tugging my nerves with every passing second.

My mind was completely blank when Anelka took his spot, and the awesome Van der Sar saved. I only remember screaming till I have no more voice and hugging everyone who is a Manchester United fan, in sight.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, UEFA Champions League winner, the newly crowned Europe’s best – Manchester United!!!

The rain continued to pour as it gets colder. It was a dramatic, and emotional final.

Their efficiency is amazing. The banner was put out within minutes after United claimed the title.

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIEND!

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, NO TIME FOR LOSERS FOR WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS…. OF THE WORLD!

I screamt and sang at the top of my voice as I jumped up and down in my stilettos. I didn’t care I was the only person butchering Queen’s classic. I simply, went mad!

Bottomline, and something I learnt from 9 years ago.

Believe. Yes, believe.

For they, showed us the power of believing. Once again.

I am high on adrenaline. So high.

Hotel’s free internet!

I am now at some hotel, waiting for the group to gather and board the bus.

I am bored stiff, and it is pretty chilly here. I am stupid enough to be strutting around in my boots. High heel boots.

Though I am away from home, I just wanna say that I am still anticipating the match tonight.

Though unfortunately, I will not be able to watch it in the comfort of my cosy bed, and jump on the bed if they win/bury my head into my baby pillow if they lose.

Come on baby, do your thing!!!

It is barely 24 hours since I touch down and I already have more than 200 pictures.

They don’t call me a cam-whore for nothing.

Here I am!

6 hours after touch down, I am now blogging from my accommodation. I could still see bare traces of daylight here.

I am alone in the accommodation, and frankly to be away from home for the very first time in a long, long while, I am not quite used to feeling totally alone in this building.

And I am just freaking glad I have internet access, which probably will help loads in curbing that bout of homesickness, and the slight fear of solitude.

Okay, not homesickness per se, but I just seem to miss people back home more than usual.

I miss you sweetie, like lots.
Too bad my sweetie will be in Malaysia by the time I get back.

I probably should get a shower, think of a way to extend the life of my laptop’s battery, before all the updates are up.

Perhaps, and just perhaps, I should start figuring out how to upload my pictures.

Woohoo, can’t wait.

Where it all begins…

As you guys are reading this, I should be embarking on the journey of my lifetime.

I will blog more when I am off the flight. :)

It’s good to be young again

While I was out running errands on a lazy Saturday afternoon, I bumped into this group of screaming young girls in the middle of Orchard Road, with this young chick being all tied up and struggling to free herself.

Happy 16th birthday Amelia, whoever you are, and it is great to be young.

I miss the madness and spontaneity that came with teenagehood, and you have amazing friends who go through the efforts to make your birthday a memorable one.

I thought that was really sweet!

As I strolled away and blended in with the weekend crowd, I could hear the buskers cheered up the stuffy, humid air with a uplifting version of the birthday song.

It really, really, is nice to be young again.

And I search for that kind of can’t-be-bothered-just-do-it moments these days, they come rare and scarce.

It is not that I don’t want to grow up, it is just that there are way too many simple, spontaneous, innocent things I miss about being young that I refuse to let go.

I miss the year 1998, 1999, where my angsty teenagehood came to a halt because of the peace I found despite of the severe bout of homesickness.

I miss the day on 1999, when it was 2 days before A levels, and I braved the cold to the nearby pub, meeting up with the nicest, sweetest schoolmates ever(whom I eventually lost touch), to watch Manchester United clinched the treble, and strangers were hugging each other as the pub erupted into roars of cheers.

I hope schoolmates didn’t have too much fingernails marks from my anxiety that night as I softly sang “There can be miracle… when you believe…” just seconds the miracle did happen.

I miss the day on 1999, when I was out watching Jacky Cheung in a foreign land, chatted to people I never knew indepth as we bade our goodbyes till dawn, and took a cab as London greeted a new day.

I took in every single moment, which I still remember vividly as I sat on the left side of the cab, looking out to Trafalgar Square.

I remember I was tearing as I took the cab ride from central London to my temporary accommodation to grab my lugguages to head for the airport.

That was the last long-distant trip I ever made, for reasons I know not why.

I think I have been trapped within the region for far too long(ever since that time, the only country I have stepped foot on is Hong Kong), and I am slowly becoming myopic.

I know I always don’t like to drift, and sometimes I can even feel dreaded I am going on a holiday soon.

But I know I have to push myself, for the fact that I might never get down to it even if I have the chance.

I need to see, I have to feel, I just.. need to, live again.

Decadent indulgence

In the past couple of weeks, everything seems like a dream.

Like on the last Sunday of April, I brought this chick out shopping.

I have much of her company all through May and having someone to wake you up with “Mama Mama Mama!!!!!!!!!” is utterly sweet.

To watch her screaming her lungs out, crying profusely as she grabbed the door and refused to let go when my mum tries to pull her away when I head for work, is…. ouchy.

Or how she tries combing my hair but ends up using the comb to hit my head. Not fun baby, not fun.

Or how she insists on dragging ALL my bag on the floor, and MUST go for my newest baby.

Or how she gyrates, dances, or does yoga. Oh man, and the somersaults. Whoever taught her that?

Or how she held the microphone yesterday and dragged her notes. She has such brilliant voice.

Maybe, just maybe, May is the best month ever.

***

When Effy returned from Germany, she returned with so much shopping that.. it was hard not to drop by the very day she touched down.

I turned up at her place after spending some time at IKEA, and I strip my new baby off its coat and sniffed it.

I grinned happily to myself at the one thing I saved up for to kinda reward myself.

A Louis Vuitton Damier Canvas PM Azur Hampstead Bag.

My heart went pom pom tiao when I set my eyes on it, cos like how I always say, things happen for a reason, and what is fated, is fated.

I had wanted to get a monogram Palermo, but it was outta stock everywhere. This was originally my 2nd choice, but it had 2 votes to be the nicer bag. Then, JD suggested the bigger, brown version, which I thought wasn’t a bad idea since I could put more things and the straps are adjustable.

And since I am always clumsy, brown gets dirty and can go unnoticed.

I had considered the Vernis(OMG, when she was in Germany, I think I knew I was in the dangerous zone when I can name the bags by their atas names….. It was an obsession. Then again, cos I cannot afford to make a purchase impulsively, I need to compare prices, designs, before settling for THE ONE), which didn’t quite have the votes of the people I sought opinions from.

So I threw her 3 names to deal with, and I kinda left out the Azur(the beige colour) Hampstead to go for the brown one.

But fate is fate. Palermo was outta stock, Hampstead brown ones were outta stock and Effy asked why don’t I get the Azur cos she finds it really nice. So fate brought us back together.

Awwww.

And I think Minibean loves the bag too, consider how she screams and throws the other bags on the floor when I carried that bag to work one fine day.

And yes, I love it. For it holds much more value, than just a bag.

Women buy gifts for their ownselves for a special reason, and only themselves can justify it.

What did I say? May is a nice month :)

***

Went to a really nice place on that Wednesday. 7th May.

Art, heritage, and a piece of history.

And I sat at where Lee used to sit.

Cheap thrill. Hahaha.

***

Just when I thought the week couldn’t be any better………

I have an early Mother’s Day present on the same day!

It comes in a little blue box, and goes with my bracelet.

And so, I was Charmed.

So charmed that I couldn’t wipe the silly grin off my face.

***

It was 8th May when I headed to get this little free gift which I didn’t even remember cos it was like more than half a year ago when I helped my dad to sign up for corporate broadband.

I thought I was just going to get a $50 voucher, but to my surprise, I actually brought this little thing home cos it came with the voucher!

Now, Ting has random music in a fruit, which is just the way she likes it.

I can clip it on my belt and almost anywhere I go.

Strange thing is, I never quite bought myself any music player before and a colleague just commented some time ago how I should get myself one and I replied as much as I would like to have one, I didn’t think it was worth spending the money on(yes yes, how hypocritical after my current spending!) to have one.

And whee, music on the go, yay!

I am happy and not complaining.

Oh, I realise I don’t have THAT much of a music collection actually….

***

And… a gift from a friend back from overseas.

A bag that didn’t quite garner fan reviews from my colleagues. But it’s the thought that counts, right?

Nonetheless, I brought the bag to work for these couple of days.

Thanks. I appreciate that.

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Last but not list… the latest impulse purchase on my part.

Which I dug deep into my savings, and splash my entire net worth on.

So baby, if Mummy goes, you have nothing but my insurance, okay?

Wooohooo.

A much needed, short trip, that busted my budget.

I went to dinner at Bugis and walked around last night(strangely, I saw this random girl and commented I like her little bear, and I went into a forum to ask about where to get the bear, AND THE GIRL WAS ONLINE AND REPLIED ME!! WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?!), and had a nice dinner, before I took the train.

My visa was submitted and I should be collecting it next week.

My ticket was delivered to me today. *GRIN*

I am mad. Fucking mad, like others said.

People don’t just sit in office one fine day, and decide to anyhow-ly book a ticket, and anyhow-ly decide to take leave, and anyhow-ly bust their credit cards, and fly on a tight schedule.

I will come back broke. But hopefully, not broken.

But I think after all that happened, this is something I really, really need.

And I left enough room for regrets in the past 10 years, and I shouldn’t think what others say and just, DO IT.

Baby. Here I come.