Archive for June, 2009

Scaredy meow

June 19th, 2009 by admin

It has been 2 weeks plus since THE night. The Sheng Siong night.

And then it came back to haunt again, sending shudders, after shudders.

And then, hey, the fear is still there, and I am still frightened. Clammy fingers as I type…

I don’t know what I am more afraid of.

Maybe of what is ahead.

Or maybe of what I had gotten myself into.

I see the smiles I couldn’t match, I shook hands without comprehending, I watched faces I couldn’t read, I halted words I couldn’t speak.

Slow down people, what are you guys talking about? Oh. I see. Uhm, hmm, uh… then the words faded away. You know, the same ol’ same ol’, easily dealt with with a simple raise of the corners of the mouth, and a nod.

I tried asking for help to decipher the surreal 2 weeks plus I survived, but then my chowchow snubbed me as it was more interested in being drooled on.

Eh? Oh, like that ah?

Okay then.

Done deal.

Girl, I love your tatt.

It says best.

And this too, shall pass.

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OUCHHYYYYY

June 18th, 2009 by admin

Sooooo painfooooooool.

Okie very the busy and lotsa running around so cannot blog much.

Byebye thankewverythemuchforlistentothissenselessramblingofabobo.

Heh.

Oh I tried doing a Nonny at the staircase landing but someone opened the door to the stairswell and I had to put down my raised arm almost immediately, pretending I am stroking my mane.

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The list goes on

June 17th, 2009 by admin

I have been lamenting about my spending this month, which saw me squandering away my entire paycheck even before half of the month breezed by.

Old bills, dusty debts and the sneaky credit card bills took me by surprise.

Ever put your life on hold for so long and when the time comes for you to sort out everything again, you realise how much there really is to be done, and then everything has to start from the beginning?

My kitchen has been falling apart since years ago after almost 15 years. The bathtub in my parents’ room has to go to convert into a shower because my dad is getting old…  The couch I have been wanting to change.. The CRT TVs which are cranking up but still workable… the toilet seat that has been pinching my butt cheeks ever so often… the passport picture on Minibean which no longer looks like her botak newborn style. The long delayed trip to the dentist… where I have to do polishing/scaling/mending of the chip in my teeth (playing hide and seek with Dad that fateful night still makes him laughing to the memory)/filling of cavities all at the same time.

And of course, a much needed trip to the physio-therapist soon. And what’s with all the stored up pictures uploaded but never posted?

Change this, change that, remove this, remove that, add this, add that.. repay this.. repay that. Rush this.. rush that.. plan this.. plan that.

And then you realise everything seems endless.

Was talking to a friend I hadn’t met for the longest time over lunch that when I had not much and was utterly broke, everything seems enough, or sometimes, even more than enough. But when you are earning more, you think of rewarding yourself, you think of buying the things you always wanted to have but couldn’t bear to splurge on… and then proportionately, you are actually poorer than before.

It was like, the television I bought during sale. After that, I look at the huge screen and I thought of buying DVDs to utilise it, then I remember how it is more expensive than watching the show in the cinema and I become the kiam siap prudent auntie again.

The same theories of how girls will wanna get that pair of heels in the shop window to go with certain bags/dresses.

And then, I find myself struggling because when tired, I always think I have an extra $20 somewhere to take a cab.. when last time the temptation could be easier fought.

How $2 lunches were enough, but dinners at hotels/the chic chic places with rave reviews became more frequent as I caved to my cravings.

But there are things I wouldn’t change. The chance to save up for the next long-haul trip… to see the world out there. Get my back better so I could tahan a tank on my back. Hmm time to get a back brace and slap on the deep heat.

In a couple of weeks, I will be heading off to Vietnam, and to see Hanoi.

I have never been to sightseeing in the region, and it will be a good place to start with Ha Long Bay. Dipping in the sea!

Ironically, I will be in Hanoi longer than any of my recent trips. 6 days 5 nights, compared to my 4 days in Rome, 2 and half days in Moscow, and I wasn’t even in London for 6 straight days. Doesn’t quite make sense to me, but it does when 4 of those days I would be enclosed in the hotel…

And the thing is…? I wanna save up for something else to use on the trip. Seeeee… what did I say about endless things?

Speaking about work, I felt something flapping on my back earlier today and I tried to brush it off. Then I felt it flapping in my hair.

With my bad experiences with flying cockroaches(especially one that flew into my face, and I thought it was a moth…), I actually wheeled myself over to my ang moh colleague (who unfortunately was the only person nearby) and grabbed him as I let out a yelped.

I think I scared him more than the moth scared me. He sneered at me for being a scaredy cat.

Someone said it was a butterfly and I shamelessly said cos I dressed like a red rose today(shuddap Potty, Rafflesia your potty!). Cough.

Speaking about something random, I once said I will not have sharks’ fins on the menu should I ever tie the knot, and I am still looking for a man who will agree to that after I felt absoluted guilty (I dreamed about sharks during my nap) when I ate some during lunch today.

I was told some people do get sharks’ fins the humane way, but I started wondering with images flashing through my mind… how do I know the one in my plate was the humane way?

Anyway.

The lady at the Malaysia Embassy is such an angel! When I rushed in to get my passport, she remembered me and asked a very flustered me if I had just went shopping(cos I was holding on to some of my company’s products). She made small talks and she had a fabulous smile.

Friendly and smiling! She made my day, just like that. I collected Minibean’s passport almost immediately.

And I bumped into the Dad of the little Piscean boy whom we met earlier. Did I mention they too, forgot to bring their Malaysia Identity Cards because it wasn’t listed on the list?

Damn.

After my nap. I am awake now. How?

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The queue for competency

June 17th, 2009 by admin

It is just strange how every trip to the Malaysia Embassy is often one marred with plenty of emotions.

Frustration.. exasperation, resentment. Of course not forgetting how my family got conned at the one in JB by the old man with bad teeth (KNN!). Bah.

It becomes something I dread. I mean, I can wait hours at ICA but I just cannot stand watching those uniformed lazybums chatting/laughing/skiving, doing anything but calling out the next number(ahem, if I ever do that, I blame it on the Malaysian blood in me giggles).

The past few times when I was there, were dates I could vividly remember.

Getting her birth certificate(apparently you need the “citizenship” or something) and passport done with raised brows. And then there was this day in October in 2007 when Potty was still in Ozzyland (I got swollen eyes in my passport pictures, very the ugly). And there there was this day in April 2009 when Wifey was also there at the Embassy. Most of the above were a blur and it probably blinded the fact of how incompetent they are.

Anyway. This happened during my previous trip.

In the to-bring list, I had brought along everything stated. Except my Malaysia Identity Card. I am not sure if you know how much of a hassle it is to us should we lose our IC, but that is why we would rather carry our Singapore Identity Card and leave the ugly one elsewhere.

Why I had not brought the Malaysia Identity Card is because it wasn’t stated on the list of things to bring. So I assumed it wasn’t compulsary.

And I had my passport with me, and it has all the elements the IC bears, no?

Okay, I got a little lost the last time when they told me I couldn’t do it because I didn’t bring my original IC(I had the photostated copy, it wasn’t enough), but since I was literally in a complete state of blankness (tsk tsk, we know why) and couldn’t fight my case, I left.

I almost forgotten how kind the lady was. The queue itself was short. But the concept of queueing up for a queue number annoys me.

The lady actually told me I don’t need to queue the next time I go back, but it only applies within the week from that day.

Today I was back (I know, almost 2 months already!) and this time, Minibean was standing next to me in the queue quietly instead of running around like the previous time.

The queue was bad.

It was like almost 3 times the volume and I remember how it is the June holidays now. Bummer. And I don’t even have my phone with me(forgot it today, BUMMER!) thus could only contact my dad later by borrowing a phone from a passerby.

Queued for an hour for a number, that even earned Minibean a snack from a mother who was there with her boy(he is a Piscean, 3 months Minibean’s junior).

It was the same, nice Indian lady who attended to me the last time. She was pretty quick and smooth with her processing, and she retook Minibean’s thumbprint..  As there was a date indicated on her form, the lady ased why I didn’t return within the week.

Just as I stared helplessly at the number given to me, it was already 9.30am, and I was wondering if I would even get the chance to go back to work.

There were another 70 people in line before my number would be called.

I don’t like the painful wait. Sigh.

But! The lady actually told me to return at 3pm and look for her.

I have managed to skip the most painful part! HALLLLEEEEELLLUUUUUJJAAAAAHHHHHH! WAHH MIRACULOUUUUUUUS ACT FROM A PLACE I HAD CONDEMNED BEYOND BELIEF!

I guess that’s how it works, with no expectations do we learn how to find the little joys, and pleasant surprises since everything becomes, well, unexpected.

Then I remember another incident back then when they told me I didn’t have to wait, when I was there with Minibean when she was barely a month old.

I think this has gotta be the most pleasant trip ever, and maybe the system, and people, do evolve. Or maybe, just some.

***

Today.

In the car.

“Who is Singapore’s president?”

“NAAAATTHHHHHANNN” Minibean giggled in between her answers (I know it is totally irrelevant but we were just nice turning into Nathan Road when my mum asked baby this question).

“Who is America’s president?”

“OOOBBAAAMMMAAAAAA” cooed Minibean.

“Who is -insert some country’s name here- ‘s president?”

“……………..” Minibean was rendered speechless

“JIBNAH…” prompted my mum.

I was flabbergasted and I corrected her immediately.

“HUH!!!!!!!!!! Don’t anyhow teach her! Why you wanna teach her how to recognise useless murderers? No need to know!”

“Oh, and his name is Najib can?! And he is not a president.”

My dad laughed, as that was perhaps the first ever time he had heard me mentioning anything remotely political.

And then I am thinking, perhaps politically incorrectly(pardon the weak pun) if the day comes, will I renounce our citizenships just to adopt a country we both grow up in, and perhaps, feel more at home in.

More importantly, in a country we don’t get discriminated for being Chinese.

***

There’s something I have been wanting to do since getting a proper job.

I know there are many people who had helped me during the tough days, and during my pregnancy.

I can’t repay everyone at one go, and there will be things I will never forget. Regardless.

Bit by bit, step by step.

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Polished and sleek

June 17th, 2009 by admin

He is an experienced man in his 50s. Suave, charming and with a certain twinkle in his eyes.

It has been a while since I allow a man to go so deep in my mouth…. we had a history and he had been to places that no men with me had ever been.

There was once I lie unconscious in the bed, and I could barely recall what he had done to me when I woke up hours later.

This time, I wasn’t sure he still remember me, and I don’t know why the sudden urge for me to want to see him again.

He urged me to open my mouth a little wider so he could go deeper. Oooo… been a while since I last heard that.

He told me I have a good tongue. Giggles.

An older, and more experienced man he was, and I lied back as I could feel his abdomen against my head, sometimes.

He kept asking me if it hurts, but I could barely feel it…. call me sadistic, I was actually enjoying it.

It was diiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrtttttttttyyyyyyyyyyy as the wetness splashed onto my face, taking me by surprise.

I left with a huge, satisfied grin, and he promised to fill me up the next time I return.

Don’t you just love skilled, experienced men?

I am looking forward to next week already.

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Wandering lust

June 15th, 2009 by admin

June is a month I need to grit my teeth and get over. Weekends are mostly those that I spent sleeping away to repay my sleep debt, though for the first time in a long, long while, I had spent Saturday night out with a bunch of uncles, talking till dawn almost broke.

I suddenly thought of how I used to hang out at Al Alameen years ago, and such weekends were a norm.

***

I had lamented how I didn’t get the chance to go out of the country, and when I had the chances to finally do so, going to places I had never been before, or revisiting places that held such familiarity, I had put off blogging about them because… there are simply too many pictures and procrastination got the better of me.

I am looking forward to July, August and the end of the year, because a part of me wanna be out there in the vast, again.

These 2 years had been amazing. Opportunities came and went, dramas brewed and ceased, people drifted in and out, places seen and felt.

And hiding in my drafts, are many of these pictures that never gotten to see the light of days.

They revived the wanderlust in me, and the excitement of the coming months kicked in.

Perhaps it will take a long while for me to recount those episodes of how minuscule I felt in those places, the excitement of being in those places… so long that sometimes, the feelings about how I had felt for the places and people changed.

But what doesn’t change is the fact that on a personal level, these places had fulfilled a part of my dream.

And that is what I don’t want to forget.

In July 2007, it was my first ever trip to Indonesia. I had never been to anywhere in the region before(yes, imagine my colleagues’ horror when I told them I have never been to Bangkok), and a company retreat was what brought me there.

The sea, the sand and just plenty of openness.

It was my 2nd trip with these colleagues, and the last. But then it was one that was filled with Poker and Mahjong, and we hardly saw outdoor. Except for this evening where we had an amazing dinner under the star-filled skies.

The highlight was when we went offroad and my nagivating skills on the vehicles brought nightmares to these bunch of people.

***

May 2008

Possibly the most exciting trip of my life.

All thanks to Boss Ming(of Nuffnang) for making it possible.

Another dream fulfilled. To watch Manchester United in a live game, and to watch them with the Champions’ League Cup.

The bonus is the beautiful, quaint city it was held in. Moscow, Russia.

From planning to flying off, it only took a week. It was only a 3-day trip before I rushed back for a meeting(which was followed by a hectic game of laser quest… a nice dinner, and I dragged my luggage home for a game of mahjong I barely stayed awake over).

I love Moscow. But I realise I didn’t take much pictures of it to do it justice.

But since the itinerary was packed, I guess it was just fabulous for me the chance to grace Red Square.

The surprise was of course someone who read my blog spotted me in Red Square, and emailed me post-trip to ask if it was really me.

Obviously, nothing beats the pictures from the stadium.

The scarf that followed me since 1996 met the end of its journey with me when I left a piece of me behind in Moscow – some custom officer should have it with him now.

A very, very, cute custom officer with juicy red lips who held up the immigration line and gave me his officer cap.

Was the trip worthwhile? Hell yeah.

I wish I had seen Lenin’s body though.

I didn’t manage to take a picture in front of the St Basil’s Basilica, which was my greatest regret.

BUT.

This picture more than makes up for it.

Well.. I wanted to stand at the side but… was shooed into the middle. And the atmosphere, the team spirit… Awesome.

It was definitely, the trip of a lifetime. One that epitomised spontaneity.

***

October 2008

I had never been to Tioman nor Dayang before.

I finally did to fulfill yet another longtime wish of mine – to get my diving licence.

It was one to remember, because it was one of overcoming my fear of all sorts.

And I learnt how to breathe.

And not forgetting, the importance of sunblock which I had complacently overlooked.

And also the importance of staying away from alcohol, though I didn’t know I am less clumsy when intoxicated(eh, I think the grey shorts have some kind of power over me that draw me to poles.. refer to Bintan picture and you will get the drift).

It was a trip that taught me how to laugh again.

I had learnt the importance of gloves as well. And how Murphy’s Law is, when you wear a glove on your right, you will somehow hurt your gloveless left hand.

And somehow a small splinter(not that small, really), can actually pierce your 1mm nerve with such precision.

Seriously?!

With friends like a certain Mr Norman Leong, they will always think that when you complain of “pain”, you are just being a prissy missy, and they will dismiss your pain as just…. a random attention-seeking whine. I call that gender bias.

Ahem, I reinstate my stand that when a woman who can go through an epidural-free labour complains about pain-factor, she knows what she is talking about.

And oh, beware of how your BCD might become like some propeller suit.

And oh, with friends like him, when you are shouting for help in the middle of the sea after a potentially life-threatening episode, you get sniggers and laughs instead of sympathy. But of course, with friends like him, you get rescued too.

***

Crossing over to 2009 in Phuket.

I had never been to Thailand!

And the friendliness of the locals was what struck the deepest impression.

Like how one wanna pick me up on his scooter to go on a date so he could be my Thai boyfriend, and how just whisked me from the sides of the road when I needed to help to buy some painkillers.

And I really just got on the bike without thinking twice, and without knowing where the nearest 7-eleven was.

Complacency. Tsk tsk.

Got my advanced diving licence on the trip, watched the skies filled with so much pretty fireworks and watching my wish floated into the skies..

The somersaults in the water, being stranded under and in the middle of the choppy seas…

***

March 2009

Going back to London a decade since I left it was yet another spontaneous trip.

It had meant to be a solo trip which I would meet an ex-classmate there to travel(we even had plans to go skiing in Canada) didn’t turn out to be that way.

Nonetheless it was a trip that fulfilled 4 things I had wanna do – Revisiting London, watch Phantom of the Opera in London, explore Rome, and unexpectedly conquering Pompeii in Naples.

It didn’t change much. Thankfully pounds was at its lowest, and accommodation was taken care of. Talking about impeccable timing, Dr Woo was in town too.

And I am planning for my next trip to London to meet the boys, and hopefully I could make my regular trips to this part of the world(can branch out to other parts of the region) I feel strangely have an affinity to. And maybe a trip to Old Trafford and Lake district will be nice. Stonehenge, maybe?

It was also the place I last travelled with my parents.

There is just something about the place, that brings back the innocence of the good ol’ English days.

The days of running on the lush field on Sundays playing football with the lads, of a single stalk of lilies and origami(hehe, secret memories stashed somewhere).

And oh, cute doctors.

Almost couldn’t catch the play cos though it was planned weeks before to catch it, the tickets were all sold out. Was pretty disappointed, but Suki worked some magic and gotten some great seats.

I could sing along to all the songs as I had learnt them when I was that gawky nerd in school, and I was lost in my personal moment – another item ticked off my bucket list.

***

My favourite place, ever – Rome, Italy.

Rome is a mystery.

It is such a beautiful city though the very moment you step foot in it, you could barely prepare yourself what is to come.

I am just bias cos I love anything and everything Italian. The men, the language, the food, the football team, the national sport(MotoGP)… the history and all.

But to finally get to Rome.. was.. surreal.

I was really on the verge of tearing everywhere I went.

I could have blogged about it everyday when I was there but the lack of internet connection made it impossible.

The big grin on me when I finally set foot into The Lavicant Vatican.

I felt plenty of pride when I had asked a lady who had stopped next to me on a scooter at a traffic junction for directions, and when she couldn’t understand “The Vatican“, I made my Italian teacher proud when I spiced it up with a little Italian accent, and said its Italian name.

The lady’s eyes litted up with comprehension, and guided the way.

I messaged Wifey when I was there, and when she told me how she had felt when she first set foot into The Vatican, I thought she was exaggerating.

But you really have to be there, to understand.

Of course, it will speed your pulse when you watch Angels and Demons.

The other highlight was the Trevi fountain.

It was gorgeous. Simply gorgeous. It couldn’t be real. It was just beautiful.

Who can miss The Colesseum.

Rome plays with your imagination. It makes you direct your own movies of the history it represents everywhere you go.

And it makes you marvel at the geniosity of the artists.. for making Rome such a rich hub of beauty.

***

Pompeii.

Honestly Pompeii came as a surprise.

I didn’t know exactly where Pompeii was, but it had always been somewhere I had been wanting to explore. I used to read it on Wiki, and a brief mention about it was coincided when I chanced upon a brochure that very day.

Another spontaneous trip planned, and Florence was scrapped.

It may be ruins for some people, but it was a trip I thoroughly, thoroughly enjoyed.

Though I think missing out the Museum in Naples was a big, big regret.

An ancient city buried by volcanic ash and evacuated and survived these many years… it boggles my mind.

I walked down the streets thinking, “Gee, I am walking on the ground of a city built by people almost 2000 years ago, the way it was.”

I have finally been there.

And I know my fate with Italy just doesn’t end there. I will be back, someday soon(I hope, since there are many other places I would love to explore).

Venice, Nice, Florence.. and a visit to Turin to meet some of the nicest friends I have ever met. And oh my beautiful Rome, we shall meet again.

***

These episodes are what will push me to get out of my comfort zone to venture on again.

Honestly, I didn’t think I would get the chances to do all these, and I am contended yet the curious part of me is still not fed.

And now, where next?

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Back.

June 13th, 2009 by admin

The back is threatening to fall apart even though I have just sat up from bed and barely started my daily routine of surfing the news and what nots.

I didn’t expect the pain in the lower back from the slipped disc was sneaking up on me during the first day of PC Show, and gotten a little worse yesterday that I had to heavily depend on my Salonpas to survive the day.

The day of bickering on the 1st day of PC Show was plenty of fun, and plenty to learn from. Tsk tsk, it is a sneaky world out there!

Had porridge for supper after not eating dinner and by the time I got back home, the little one was still running around at 1ish am.

The 2nd day was one that I left earlier(standing up from sitting down on a chair made me had those black-out moments cos of the back again) by dinner time and got back home to see my parents leaving with Minibean in the rain to head to visit a friend of theirs.

I showered, and went straight to bed for a nap.

And then I realise these days I dreamt about little else, but work. Gasp.

Oh yah, saw a 42 incher LCD HD TV(Toshiba) for sale atonly $749. I am very tempted to get one to replace the tiny CRT TV in their room which has been buzzing for the longest time. But of cos their room has no space for it. I could perhaps upgrade the 32 incher in my room hehehe.

But I am too freaked by the crowd to be going down to PC Show again today. Oh well.

When I woke up at late 10pm, I was not only struggling to sit up, but also to stay awake.

The little one gave Mummy some homework to do yet again and cheekily gave her doe eyes whenever I was gonna reprimand her. It became a topic for heated discussion whenever Mum wanna bring up how well behaved she is with her and yet will only do so to me cos I ain’t good at disciplining her cos I don’t hit her.

Well.. I did hit her hands some days ago.. and her reaction genuinely awed me to the max. Look out for my next Minibean updates.

I stayed in bed and lied down most of the night, watching The Nanny and tried watching Frailty but halfway through, I got too tired and was dozing off even though I had a hot cup of tea to keep me awake.

I was drifting in and out of it. And it was such a warm night.

But Saturday started with such great weather to be stuck in bed, and I didn’t wake up till… late 5 in the evening.

Pure bliss. Unadulterated rest.

Just that my back cannot take anymore blogging and I gotta go lie down now. Ciao ciao!

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Postprandial somnolence

June 11th, 2009 by admin

On such a rare occasion, I headed out for lunch with a few of my colleagues, and slowed down what was an originally highly-charged morning.

Over lunch, we spoke of models, boobs and armpits, which of course, are pretty appetizing topics. I ain’t sure if it was the heat or the food, but I slipped into this cosy laziness that is sapping too much of my energy and concentration. And then someone mentioned about how we all should all be heading home to nap, the thought of it brought upon ultimate bliss…..

*Snaps fingers back to reality*

But cannnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooootttt!

Supposed to head to PC show earlier but much to be done(don’t ask why I could find time to blog, I need an outlet. To stimulate creativity… to… to.. to..  AHHHHHHH!!!). With so much things to complete in this one week, and much to prove in the next month, my mind is obviously all over the place.

Thus, that should justify those tiny episodes of uhm, mindlessness.

This morning I had called a cab to head to work as I had wanted to bring several bulky items, and I had great reluctance to walk to out hail one.

When I got to my office, and paid the hefty cab fare, I asked myself why did I call for a cab this morning.

Only then, did I realise, uh oh, I didn’t bring any of those things I had planned to bring.

-Palm to head-

Tsk! Waste money on cab for nothing!

***

(Note to self: Please bring along those things on your work desk home with you today so you could bring them for a meeting tomorrow morning)

(And if you DO remember to bring them home, please remember to bring them out for the meeting tomorrow)

***

Was having a meeting with the boss this morning.

Couple of weeks back, he had said something about my dress sense and how I have to “formalise” it a little. Which could be loosely translated into, “Ai yo, stop looking like an auntie can?”

So today, off went the tees, jeans and track shoes. Just a dress and flat sandals with an auntie shawl over. No falsies, no eyeshadow, no lippy, no heels… and his response…?

“Why you wear so formal like that???”

Nahbeh! I throw my notebook at you ah! I joked, and told him he is very the hard to please.

Reminded of how my new colleagues joined the team and turned up in regular shirt and pants, and he was told to dress down. And the time I wore a dress with SLIPPERS, and I still looked formal to some.

Then I sniggered very loudly when the moment we walked out of the meeting room, my colleague shouted across at him, “Eh, J! Why your shirt so ugly?!”

Instant karma!

It was a black round-neck t-shirt my boss was wearing, tucked snugly into his jeans.

Since I was wearing blue, they had asked me to go to PC show to help them give out flyers. I am still looking at my boss for him to approve the budget(he conveniently looked into the other direction). I told him I Sheng Siong(super saver!) and can Cham Siong(negotiate). Hehehe. Speaking of which, I need to polish and pick up Hokkien and expand my vocabs beyond my mahjong-language.

Most of them are already out there, while some of us will head down later to check out the offers as we gotta finish piles of work.

***

Been impossibly tired. Got home and spent my time jumping around on the bed with Minibean and before I knew it, 8 hours of sleep is still nowhere enough for me to feel 100%.

The little one has been getting a little demanding and she still knows how to be a sweetheart to make us all chill.

I jot down her antics somewhere, and when I am free, I should post them up soon.

***

Oh, forgot to mention about how this beauty salon(I very hairy and vain, trust me, I am a gorilla. So tried their trial IPL for legs for $68, which is pretty decent) tried to get me to sign up a package for armpit IPL, and the lady asked me how I remove my armpit hair. I thought of Nonny, and I was tempted.

If you had been disgusted by me enough, you would have known (speaking of devil, she just called to check if I reacted to the trial. The beauty consultant, not Nonny) I love plucking them.

Until.. she told me how the pulling and tugging will give rise to sagging armpit, and I have been doing a “nonny” everyday in front of my mirror and being really paranoid about plucking them again.

I remember a church friend of mine wanted to do IPL like 5 years back and she told me jokingly she would always wear sleeveless to go church and shout “Hallelujah!”(cos we raise our arms while we do that).

So anyway, I didn’t waiver but I am seriously considering to let the stubs grow longer so I  don’t have saggy armpits from plucking too often. I was thinking about my skin around the eyes when I pulled and tugged my brows yesterday.

But I don’t see uncles having saggy chins or more pouty lips?

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The blue sticker

June 10th, 2009 by admin

Such was a jolt of reality.

I have never seen such dejection on my dad’s face before and it is incredibly painful to watch.

I can only imagine what it is doing to his pride.

He had to go back to the hospital yesterday to get the tube out after some leakage. But it gave to further problems which my mum was only too eager to exaggerate and magnify, nagging incessantly when he obviously didn’t want to think about it.

His quiet demeanour, his faraway thoughts.. which I failed to gather with my quirky talks and subtle concern questions.

All along, my worst nightmares are those of my parents leaving me, but of course we know how everyone has to go through old age, illnesses and all. I would wake up in my sleep. When I was younger, I used to think of the possibility of my parents/loved ones leaving me, and the thought itself would just make me cry at any random moment when it hit me.

Just that when it goes beyond grey hairs and a few wrinkles here and there, you see what is the beginning to an end, as bleak as it sounds. I always pray and wish my parents will live a long life, and most importantly, healthy and clear-minded(once, Dad was slowing down in his responses that he had some memory lapses that scare the hell outta me) enough till Minibean gets married and starts a family of her own. They would be so proud.

Nahbeh. I am already teary typing this.

Treasure those you have around you, and build enough good memories to last you a lifetime. Because, life itself is unpredictable. You never know. It might be me next, it could be anyone.

Having said that, I am glad some tiny forms of  closure for relatives and friends of those who perished in AF 447 crash after 28 bodies and the plane’s tail and debris were found.

Idealistically, I hope the other 200 people and the black boxes could be found soon too.

***

I am incredibly, impossibly tired today, like there is this buzz in my mind that just doesn’t go away. and this slight shiver that drains my energy. Oh. Dry cough. I am trying allllllllllll I can to pick up any traces of concentration to put them together so that they are of functionable mass.

But I have no fever and was given a blue sticker to say I am okay.

I walked away from the counter with a perplexed frown when they stuck it to my collar-bone. Hello, I got wear clothes okay? The wait was one that was lengthy, and Dad told me the assistant is actually the doctor’s wife.

I joked to my dad my next career choice is gonna be a clinic assistant.

Sipped tea and had one of my favourite snacks (well, Turkey ham and cheese croissant from Delfrance was, a decade ago) for breakfast, and reading about Project Natal in the Straits Times today. A brilliant report by Gin Lee and his hands-on experience with Project Natal(he also mentioned how Tom Hanks had booked a slot 10 minutes after he did to check out Project Natal but he was a no-show).

I secretly gloat in glee cos I wasn’t there(I would be dissolved by the sheer acidity of jealousy), since I had tweeted how I find Tom Hanks so hot. He is. I would ask him to sneak me into the Vatican Library!

You might not know, but Xbox 360 is gonna launch twitter AND facebook on the console by the end of this year.

***

I got on the cab with this driver who insisted on me paying by card cos he doesn’t want to give me change for $50. I mean, he said he wanna keep his change, so it wasn’t that he didn’t have change for me, but because he simply didn’t want to. He raised his voice at me, and I raised a single brow and gave him my credit card since I really didn’t have any change and I was in too much of a daze. I matter-of-factly said something about having to bear the adminstrative charge and he roared back rudely.

I didn’t mind paying by credit card, but I don’t need the decision to be imposed on me aggressively.

***

In a moment of intelligent brilliance, my boss walked in front of me to ask me some work stuff this morning.

Since I was listening to my MP3, I couldn’t quite hear him. I told him “wait.”

So, I reached my arm up, and took off the glasses.

And then I realised I couldn’t hear nor see him, and I went, “Ehhhhhhhh fuck, what I doing??” and he looked on to me bewilderedly, and I broke out into my silly giggles.

If I lose my job, I will know why.

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Here’s to the Ah Lian

June 8th, 2009 by admin

The Ah Lian and Ah May popped by last week and we caught up what I had missed from my previous office.

M also dropped by a day before that, and it was niccccccceee. I guess some were pretty stunned with how the usually stern lady was nicer to me, but by the time I had left my previous company, she had became someone whom I could actually chat unabashedly to, and there were times she would give me unbiased feedback which I truly appreciated. I guess her character quirks need a little adjusting to.

Ah Lian had been pressing me through MSN to upload the pictures, but I was too lazy to do so, so here they are!

My favourite lian, who isn’t a tru-blu lian, but a random joke in the office had me and Daniel coining her the Ah Lian Da Jie Da from… nowhere.

May who is glowing splendidly. -Wink-

Me and Stephanie trying to show we are, ahem, demure.

Contrasting colours, and I actually crashed their buffet to share their food. Very cheapo, I know. Heh.

I have known her for 10 years, and 10 years on, life has panned out differently for us… she used to be my Dot-ted and I her Ma De. She was the reason why I was no longer a virgin… to Zouk.

Cam whore alert!

Me and my favourite lian.. and I miss the days of extended lunch hours(which I no longer enjoy since I make use of lunch to either travel, or like now, skip it to squeeze in a quick post before focusing my mind back onto work) where we would head to different parts of Singapore for glorious, glorious food. And the breakfasts!

Or the talks about mushrooms, and exposing the scandalgate with my detailed observation.. (HURHURHUR DANIEL I KNOW YOU READING THIS!). I remember the day when May wanna give me a lift in her car and we saw the mushrooms in the carpark and gasped in utter surprise.

The events we planned and saw through.

You guys are dearly missed. :)

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