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Countdown to Christmas

After coaxing Minibean to sleep on Sunday night, we snuck out for a quick meal of McDee’s.

It was a slow and lazy close to the week, which was just what I needed.

I had a call from Liwen, and the gorgeous babe asked if I was home and she would like to drop by cos she had something for me, since I was heading out, I told her I would gladly drop instead.

And a nice surprise followed, and this was my first Christmas gift, and a very heart-warming one too!

She baked the cookies and it was fresh out of the oven!

An angel from the angel.

And all the goodies within.

I actually couldn’t bear to eat the pretty things, but once I started, they were so yummy that I actually finished all in a flash, and none of it lasted till Christmas day itself.

Even my mum thought it was pretty awesome, and coming from someone that critical, it was a praise beyond anything!

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Caught up with a lil reading and stay-at-home time on Monday.

Some good news include Eunice’s return from Australia! Can’t wait to hear all the tales of her traveling and dance courses.

A tiny episode erupted in the noon, when someone who has an absolute mild temper had gone MIA on everyone after a small tiff with the husband, it was totally unexpected and got everyone worried.

All’s well when it was late in the evening (she never got home late ever) when she finally reached home, and I guessed her reaction really took everyone by surprise.

She had never, ever shown that side of her, so can you imagine HOW RELIEVED ALL OF US WERE?

I guess I just er.. uhm.. know the psychological of people well enough to push the right buttons to get a response to know after her entire family tried to contact her (some even from overseas) and she refused to reply and we were all worried for her safety.

It took me a couple of tries but when she finally replied me within 5 minutes (okay, we actually bargained with Higher Powers to do that, and that’s a inside story which is a little complex to share), I actually punched my fist into the air with a slight sense of glee.

When the episode finally drawn to a close, a relax trip to Jurong Point, grocery shopping and all, and before it dawned on me how little time I have to prep for Christmas, and all the jazz coming up.

Gosh. Then here comes 2011.

Then it would be emceeing for wedding again.

Then, it would be Dad’s 70th.

Gulps.

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I had one of the nicest outings EVER, with my mum this afternoon.

I had to brave slightly heavy traffic to send her back to Malaysia, and though my initial plan was to drop her off, she had suggested a late lunch and stop by for some grocery shopping.

She spoke to me very nicely, and I know this sweet side of her is always there, but she is not very generous with that side of her with me.

Nonetheless, it was an easy-going chat as the long drive back, and a stopover at Pelangi’s The Store, where she shopped for bread, potatoes so I could bring back for Minibean.

She even asked if I wanted Dynamo (okay, I know, sounds sibei auntie here), and shampoo, and she wanted to pay for it (which is damn rare). When she saw the little, pretty hair clips, she wanted to get some for Minibean so I could bring back, but the usual me told her there wasn’t any need cos she would just misplace it, or lose it, and wait till she is older and knows how to take care of her belongings.

Then she asked have I ever consider having a 2nd kid. SERIOUSLY?!

It was a nice afternoon, and there is always something about us not able to verbalise or communicate our care (eek, getting too mushy for me that I am almost cringing), but I know it was always there. And it is always such little things that get me… a tad teary as I think back about them, cos the little things, mean hell lot to me.

I got caught in a slight jam and got back only 6ish, which allowed me to witness the beautiful evening as I was trapped along the causeway, and I didn’t even feel irritated, but it was just nice as I unwind my window, and chew on the things I am thankful for.

The end to 2010 has been a great one for me, and as long as I don’t think too much into things (maybe it is just my usual self to sabotage the good things so when things take a dive, I am always cushioned from the effects) being the constant worrier that I am, I’m actually doing a pretty great job if I may say so myself.

Then IKEA Tampines beckoned and L4D2 ended the night.

BUT SO MUCH TO RUSH TILL CHRISTMAS!

So I supposed I will have some quiet days on this space till I have finished rushing everything.

Okay. Er thanks. Byebye.

A reunion

It has been a Wednesday that is meant to be remembered.

A day that a truck of changes took place for the people around me, and even as fatigue is claiming every fibre of me right now, I still feel the need to.. chew on the after flavours the day had left me with.

A day I woke up at 5 am after barely 3 hours of sleep for a special reunion, one that took place in the far east of Singapore, that gathered 9 individuals who sacrificed their rest (and yes, if you know all of us, that looks more like the time we sleep than the time we wake!), and the very act is major enough an evidence to show how important was 15th December.

It was also the last day of my project, though unfortunately I find myself having more deadlines than ever, and that’s why despite my body’s constant threat of sustaining my sobriety, I am still up.

Thankfully the joy of the reunion, and the breakfast deluxe at Changi Airport Terminal 2′s McDee’s brought me, it felt like such a breeze to brave through a very hectic day.

And, I met Fatfingers, who gave my palate an orgasm with the Jaffa Cakes she brought back for me.

I am sorry but I am barely able to keep my eyes opened.

Even ASOS browsing is doing no magic to the lost cause.

I am sorry.

Will be writing more tomorrow!

Oh, and tell me regardless your gender, you are not suppressing a grin when you announce to someone that “Ryan Reynolds and Scarlett Johanssen have split.”

Another Scarlett for you Mr Reynolds? Otherwise, I think a Ryandra Bullnolds don’t sound too bad either.

Cottony fluffy!

This is an awesome end to the week which held a record of reading 5 books  (!!! and you wonder why this space is so quiet) in past 7 days, 24/7 of Minibean (brought her with me to the dance classes too! And you wonder how I can still hold on to my sanity finish 4 books!), ruling the household with the iron fist with the haze, dealing with PMS with dignity (PMS shreds dignity to pieces, I kid you not), and littered with the beautifooool things in life.

But I have a feeling that everything seems so cottony-fluffy is only because… I am actually damn deliriously happy (like, really, I can realise I am irrationally so, perhaps because PMS also multiplies your little thrills) with the 2 events I was looking forward to are now here!

On the same week!

Love manys manys.

I am almost shuddering with sheer ecstasy with CSI: The experience at the Science Centre, especially it is a weekly staple for me. Still a mega fan after a total of 27 freaking seasons between the 3 franchises.

Then, the museum had to throw in competition with:

Pompeii: Life in a Roman Town 79CE

-Gasp orgasmically-

I didn’t manage to get to the museum of Naples after my visit to Pompeii last year, and it was a huge disappointment, but it couldn’t smear the sense of accomplishment of me finally, finally making it there after fantasizing about stepping onto Pompeii ground since reading about it in the textbook when I was younger (seriously, did anyone of you of my era remember that little article about it?).

So these 2 exhibitions are finally making me making a trip to Science Centre and the Museum after.. after.. after.. uh, I graduated from secondary school.

But being such obsessively in lurrrvee with both, I was wondering if both exhibitions will leave up to the expectation, so keeping fingers crossed!

So I am kept happy and possibly blog-less for a while. :)

Recipe for an image

‘I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstacy’

I will be the first to admit. I am not a good photographer, but I try my best to capture the moments that intrigued me.

Someday, maybe, someday, I hope to bring justice to the little fragment of memories I would like to immortalize through cameras.. and express the emotions triggered by the moment in a way that it could be read, be felt by someone else without the explanation of words.

I haven’t been indulging in photography despite being an absolute infant when I first started. Maybe the discouragement of how my lack of skills and perspective jibe me mercilessly whenever I hit the replay button had somehow prod me back to my safe land of point-and-shoot, but somehow, even the idiot-proof gadget had proved to be a challenge to me these days.

Nonetheless, looking on to the world through the eyes of others, and trying to decipher what went on in the minds when they saw what they saw, they witnessed what they witnessed, they felt what they felt.. can be quite a powerful experience.

And I always feel.. something a little more, for those with a keen eye, and what they can do with their tools. It is utterly sexy.. and it was never the case of the bigger the better, cos it was always what they do with that leaves the impression. Even with a tiny one.. like a point-and-shoot.

Anyway, I digress.

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In a random jump of topic, it has been quite an interesting past couple of days, albeit a tad filled to the brim with activities. I think the hormones should be under control now since the flow came unexpectedly yesterday when I was out.

Tsk.

Got home late from a nice, nostalgic night out, and felt the dread to get out of bed this morning.

Wanted to nap but was drafting up posts and editing pictures to the point that I simply forgot to do so.

And by the time I felt tired enough, the sky was lulling me to sleep with the sudden overcast.

BUT, it was time to pick Minibean up from school.

And it was the most treacherous journey I ever made. A 5 minute journey that took almost 35 minutes.

The roads outside my place had 2 inch deep of water, and I was wondering if her school area would be flooded.

Then, the horror started when I see flashing lightning so often that I actually had my eyes closed most of the time (for everytime it flashed, I got scared and would instinctively blink hard). It was at a rate of one lightning per 5 seconds or thereabout, and I ain’t kidding.

And I HAVE A BIG PHOBIA of lightnings and thunders.

So that was obviously not good news.

The wiper to the car could not keep up with the torrential rain and the visibility was… wait a minute, what visibility?!

Then, there was a massive jam just before where I was supposed to exit.

Just as I was stuck in the barely moving jam, I tweeted how the lightning was so horrible and it looked like it was damn near as I could see the lightning bolt very clearly, and I wondered how long before it would hit something near.

You know what is worse than can see the lightning bolt very clearly?

When it strikes so near that everything is just blinded by a bright boom.

VERY SUEY CHWEE CAN?

The moment I tweeted it, this bolt of lightning hit so near that I instinctively dove and literally took cover with my hands to the side of my head and all my hair stood.

I yelped.

My heart was racing and I almost burst out crying.

I think I was confused. I was too confused to be worried about getting into an accident, being struck by lightning, being hit by a falling tree, or that it might be a flood waiting ahead.

SO TRAUMATIZING CAN?!

Thankfully I reached Minibean in one piece, and not fried. I ran into the shelter after like throwing a mini tantrum to myself cos I was just too much of a wimp to get out into the open with a brolly.

Minibean had creative classes today and she seemed like she had so much fun, and it looks like plenty of fun what those kids are doing, which perhaps explains why Minibean was so cheery today.

When I walked her out of the school, I think the fear was written all over my face that she asked.

MUMMY, are you scared?

Why do you ask? Why do think I am afraid?

Cos thunder you know? You scared of thunder?

SEEEEE I am so much of a scaredy cat that even my daughter knows that. Tsk.

She stopped short of pointing at me and laughed at my misery. To her credit, she actually sounded sensitive and concerned. *Sniffs* So touched.

The rain subsided and we made our way home safely.

Just wondering why is it that even the EMAS board had informed motorists that the exit ahead was closed, that ALL of them were still trying to exit. And most of them even went straight ahead despite the exit being blocked off. Were there hoping for the best or something? But it was so silly cos it ended up causing unnecessary jams.

Home. It was really sweet… cos her presence has so much calming effect to me.

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Came home with the mind going into overdrive. I need that liberation I so badly crave again.

This time, I am gonna make it happen. Mehopes.

***

Okay! Oh. I was saying.

Photography.

I was probably having quite a bad phase of camera disaster, no thanks to Canon, as all my cameras seem to be going on a strike.

I remember the ex had given me my first Canon Ixus 8 years ago or thereabout, and it had since been a long journey with Canon. I never looked back nor was ever tempted by any other camera brands.

But I was so frustrated after my recent bout with Canon that… I will tell everyone to get a Nikon (not true, recently tried to suggest Canon 550D to a friend who was looking for something more entry level, but eventually Nikon D90 triumphed in this case cos of the peer influence – many others within the group had opted for the D90 – despite the price difference) cos of the problems I have with all my Canons.

The 450D had a motherboard issue and was so costly to be replaced that I had told them not to go ahead with the repair, and…. I have almost forgotten to collect it until blogging about it now reminds me to do so.. er, soon.

So yah, it was NOT that old. It had broken down quite some time ago. So, yeap, whoever says Canon is reliable, DO NOT BELIEVE.

The Canon chap asked me if I would like to upgrade instead (cos the repair cost was gonna be more than $300), and I replied in mocked horror “Upgrade and spend more money on an unreliable brand? NO WAAYYY!” and giggled.

Honestly,  I didn’t find Canon customer service to be helpful either when I tried to find out exactly what was wrong, and I have had heard people who had sought 2nd opinions elsewhere after their encounters with the service centre had managed to revive their cameras without the need to change the motherboard, which means they have a more accurate diagnosis of what went wrong, rather than just give a generic one-size-fits-all suggestion. So, will see how it goes with the 2nd opinion then.

Even when I asked if it was indeed the reason why the camera refused to boot up, they couldn’t seem to be very sure and just said they needed to change the motherboard because it couldn’t be on. A surf on the net for answers back then had gathered more constructive feedback that the mother company couldn’t give.

Oh well.

So, does it come as a surprise that my compact camera, which was yet another Canon Ixus, and yet another sentimental gift had some problems with its flash.

Even the family’s Exilim had survived better and longer than this Canon Ixus. I have a feeling my every first brick of Canon Ixus v3 could still work despite being the old hag in the family.

It is okay, just that the flash and the colours had been off. Very off actually.

Was reading up on cameras, and someone also happened to ask me which compact camera to get, and I actually suggested, yes you guess it, Canon again, despite the grieves it had been giving me. Loser alert!

I think the sentimental ties to Canon was one that was harder to break.

Just when I was adamant to break it.. guess what happened?

My 3rd Canon Ixus. Like its predecessor, this one came as a gift as well.

Like you know, I am a total loser, and a total cheapo, so with all bad feelings put aside, I actually adore this black beauty, cos it’s so sleek, and finally the first camera of mine that is not in a boring skin of chrome (though the original one was chrome, but I preferred it in black).

Over tea yesterday afternoon, trying the colour accent thingy which was what I had liked with the Ixus.

The sad thing is, I realise so many functions bore similarities to the one I was using, but I never did realise the settings in the previous one cos it was tucked to one obscure corner. I actually felt a bit of guilt when I realise the retired one had all those functions I didn’t explore fully, which was a revelation only today.

Nonetheless, what the mother owns, the daughter inherits, so I hope she has fun with the Canon Ixus and take good care of it.

And here’s a look of my new baby.

So I am such a sucker. I am back into the arms of Canon. And somehow I know a part of me would try to bring the 450D back to life…

Cos somehow.. I know this just can’t quite fill the lust of what I have in mind to do.

Till then, I am just excited to have this with me as I journey more of the coming moments, especially those with Minibean and her growing years. I don’t really like changes.. so hopefully this camera would be here to stay (if not… damn you, Canon) for a long while until I or Minibean outgrow it.

And thank you.

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All photographs are there to remind us of what we forget.  In this – as in other ways – they are the opposite of paintings.  Paintings record what the painter remembers.  Because each one of us forgets different things, a photo more than a painting may change its meaning according to who is looking at it. – John Berger

Maybe, I just wanna be reminded of what I forgot.

Maybe, I just wanna find the slightest speck of untruth in moments, that would one day be reminders of pain. So painful that it reminds us that we are still capable of feeling. Still alive.

Maybe, I just wanna be that Dreamer.

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Totally random yet again. I just remember today is my first ever puppy love’s birthday. Don’t know why that I just feel the need to… just say it.

And did I mention Mr KG had gotten married? I am still trying to breathe at the thought of the news (and the pictures).

And as you can see, this is a slutty post, one that is screwed by so many pieces of memories which, I fail to forget.

Happy Mid Autumn Festival people.

Of iPad and Citi Mobile race

August was definitely a month of surprises, blessings and happenings for me. In various ways, things dropped into my paths in the most unexpected fashion, and created much excitement.

I guess some greater force out there is taking some sympathy on me, and still showering me with luxuries despite getting broker-er. For that, I am thankful.

If you haven’t been following me on Twitter, you probably wouldn’t hear of my incessant whines on a daily basis, and you wouldn’t have figured out that I have pretty much chronicled my life in bits and pieces over there.

And it is perhaps old news compared to what my tweets have to offer, but for the first time in my life I have won a contest!

I have never quite won anything in my life, especially in contests, and since I was never quite a sports person (see how lazy I am and you probably can make out why), medals and competitions are definitely out of my league too. As much as a gambler I am, I don’t actually invest in Singapore Pools at all. No 4D, no Toto, no S-league, not even on football. Is that much of a surprise I still remain a pauper?

Anyway.

The time when I had blogged this piece for the awareness of cervical cancer, and the responses had been overwhelming. I had someone from Japan sending me a note, I have a friend who went for pap smear and found abnormalities, I have had people going for vaccination after it. In a way, it was such a relief, and at the same time, it was the understanding, the support, as well as the message that was shared with others that triumphed all the other feelings I had felt prior to the posting of the entry.

After that post was up, I submitted it for Nuffnang POCC awareness blog contest, but shortly after my site was down and I have had since shifted from joewei.net to the present www.scarletscandals.com. After submission, there was no reply from anyone to acknowledge anything, and I kinda assumed the post was perhaps not read or not submitted since my site was down for quite a while back then.

When the dates were way past, I gradually forgot about the entire contest, and it was on one late afternoon of 12 August when an email came in to inform me I have won the 1st prize to the contest.

1st prize??

!!!

??!!

Okay, I have not even won any sort of consolation prize before (eh, fine, when I was in primary school I took part in a nationwide Chinese composition writing and I got consolation and won $50. I still kept the plaque cos it was the only thing I had ever won), so winning the 1st prize, what the more by merits, was something that had never happened to me.

And I was a happy camper when I collected my prize the next day since I was in the area, and met up with Boss Ming for a drink and a brief catch up before I scooted off to Sim Lim.

It was a nice catch up, and hearing his trip to Rome and all.. I could almost feel the excitement of the Moscow trip all over again, though I probably was spared the heartache of not witnessing the defeat in Rome.

Since I was in Sim Lim, I was seriously contemplating on selling the iPad since I wasn’t quite interested in it, and was wondering if I could make like, say, $500 to tide the tight month over.

It was an imported set of 32G Wifi. And at that time, the supply was still pretty scarce and when I was at Sim Lim, the boys were quick to want to have a look.

Immediately I had quite a few offers cos it was still minted in its coat of plastic.

Then this shop owner who actually wanted to buy it from me, told me that the retail price for an imported set is actually higher and asked if I am seriously considering selling.

And then I realised it wasn’t as cheap as I thought it was. I had thought its retail price was $600 you see.

The silly thing is, most people would think that if it is has a higher retail price, you sell it better, right?

It works the opposite for me. It actually tempted me to keep it. And the fact that I am such a hoarder, makes the iPad a tad sentimental for me to part. I mean, it was something that I had won by doing something meaningful… and.. I think Minibean will kinda enjoy it.

So the moment I decided to keep it, the boys were quick to deflower it.

The boys then quickly threw in their suggestion of what I should do with it. Keep it. They said I could tweet, I could blog and facebook with it. Guess what, that worked, and I said “Okay! I shall keep it!“.

And then ah.

It resulted in a damage of $100 OUTPUT for screen protector and casing.

Got slightly frustrated cos ended up must output for it. Bah.

Nonetheless, Minibean had great fun with it, and learnt plenty of stuff with it, to the point that nowadays the first thing she saw us, she wouldn’t greet us but would ask, “Do you have the iPad with you?

Her favourite games include the memory matching game where you flip 2 cards over and match the animal pictures, and she is pretty darn good at it.

With the iPad, I also taught her how to handle losing, and that everything in life is not about winning. You have to learn to take defeat, and not let your ego get in the way. Sportsmanship, I told her.

Once she learnt that, I started to “put water” and let her win, hahaha.

She loves to play Angry Birds too. Though she is pretty glad when one bird managed to hit ANYTHING.

Eventually, the casing to the iPad was sold off, because someone who had bought an iPad for a day and bought they original iPad cover had decided to sell the iPad away after ONE day cos she grew so bored of it. So she was left with the original cover which she then passed on as a gift.

Which quickly became fingerprints laden, since it is like Minibean’s toy too.. Was given this silver apple logo sticker, and the cover has since got a cooler sheen to it.

Some of the days you didn’t hear from me and with me obsessed with me-time, I was busy playing this:

And I can’t believe this is what I forsake $850 (which I could probably sell for) bucks for.

Before it was loaded with games, I brought it home on the first night and after 5 minutes, it retired to a corner. Ever since, I have strict instructions to Minibean when she plays with it, cos it does hold something special to me.

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My string of luck with the iPad seemed to continue on 22nd August when I helped out at an event and a contest of efficiency got me a tie with another chap. It came unexpectedly cos I was having fun and wasn’t one of those serious contestants for it. Perhaps the having fun part made it less pressurising and made it less of a chore and more of just something random.

The prize was.. yes you guessed it, an iPad. A 16 G wifi model, which if I have my hands on it, would probably be sold off.

I was told I did win by statistics, but seeing the amount of effort put in by the other chap, I felt the incentive could be his (maybe cos I already had already won one just a week before), or shared both ways.

I didn’t know how the arrangement worked out, but I was informed by organiser that they would actually give out cash incentive cos it was easier to split that way.

I was pleasantly surprised and pleased that I was awarded $500 for that day of effort, and since I would have sold the iPad anyway, I would think $500 for half the iPad was the best arrangement it could be.

YAY!

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14 August 2010 – Citi Mobile Race

Was invited to a Citi Mobile bloggers event by 24Seven on one particular Saturday morning. As the event’s embargoed date is only recently lifted, I couldn’t blog about it earlier.

It was a hilarious Saturday morning when I woke Joanne up to realise she was already leaving home, because she had thought the meeting time was earlier!

I was jokingly saying we both will probably get lost cos we are both so clueless and blur.

The meeting place was at the airport, which makes it like the X-th time I head to the airport in recent months.

I had wanted to bring the iPad just in case it came in handy but had forgotten to do so as I rushed for the cab.. which was not on the agenda cos I had wanted to train down to Changi Airport.

I am just so spoilt. Tsk!

I nearly couldn’t find a partner after Jiali was last minute-ly caught up with her preparation for her trip, and thankfully, a very spontaneous Joanne helped to fill the role, and I couldn’t have asked for a better companion for the day!

I ended up having breakfast with her and her parents, which I got all jittery and now I know when men meet their partners’ parents for the 1st time, the nerves must have sucked!

I was somehow very glad to meet Brian, who was helping out, after meeting him the last time during Yasmin Ahmad’s event. I hope his arm had since recovered cos it was in a cast on event day!

We were then ferried to the nearby JetQuay, which is quite an exclusive lounge area, to be briefed.

I don’t remember what Claudia said, but I just thought the expressions captured on the girls’ faces are pretty… priceless.

Maybe it involved something about how they are gonna torture us or something.

Pardon the fat arms, I really don’t know where they come from. I would like to say they are muscles, but you guys would already know how much of a queen of denial I am so I am not even gonna bother to try.

A group photograph before the race commences.

We were then given $30 for travelling and off we went for the race. We were supposed to finish covering 5 locations in 3 hours, and take 4 pictures at each location.

The first one was Changi Airport, where we spent the most amount of time, and were the most energetic and creative.

We were supposed to think of ideas to show that we could bank anywhere and anytime with Citi Mobile.

And by anywhere, we really tried to think ANYWHERE.

Alas we didn’t take into consideration that the phone reflections might not work just about anywhere for us to capture the right angle.

So we ended up having awkward picture like this:

And so aptly, I had my passport with me, so it looked more convincing!

So these are pretty much what we were up to, and thanks to the input of Joanne, we ended up doing really silly things, and talked about really silly things and laughed ourselves silly.

We even jumped onto the shuttle train’s pole to mimic our pole dance moves, and there were some passengers on the train who started to snap pictures of us, and you could hear the clicking of the handphone camera snapping away endlessly.

We were so engrossed that we didn’t even bother to shoot dirty looks at them. Talk about dedication!

And then I ignored everyone’s stares and did this right outside Terminal 3. As you can see from reflections, it was not a quiet corner. I even had 2 uncles who walked past and asked to help Joanne and me take a picture together, before we said it was for a contest and I was short of telling them I am not crazy.

I even took the T3 slide just for photo-opportunity, much to the chagrin of the kiddos who had to wait for me to finish before they could take their turns.

Next stop we rushed to Orchard ION.

And I actually like this! It was supposed to show the joy of me on my payday after checking on Citi Mobile.

Then there was Bugis (where it rained) and I got splashed water at the fountain by kiddos, Chinatown, where we were delirious from the heat and fatigue that we lost our way after going to Clarke Quay for the final checkpoint that we couldn’t even find the restaurant for meet up though it was just round the corner.

We were tired and hungry!!

This is what hungry face looks like and I just wanted to eat! Apparently you can find special promotion for dining stuff through Citi Mobile too. So this was one of those I submitted as one of the 20.

Like I said, the 2 blur queens took some time to find the others who were already digging in!

The funniest part was, Joanne’s phone died exactly at this point. It threatened us with low-battery during our 2nd or 3rd checkpoint cos we were consistently trying to get the best angle, best idea, best pose so we took countless. Not surprise that it almost gave up on us but it hung on till the last minute! Awesome!

Then we had to upload the pictures and choose the shots. Joanne was at the helm of it cos my burnt brain cells don’t work well with anything fruit-y (it was an iMac).

We had to choose one, and eventually, this was what we chose:

And it was a mega surprise, cos with so many participants and plenty of creative bloggers, we were eating halfway when our names were called as 1st runner-up!

I stared at Joanne and we both went “OHHH WE WON SOMETHING!” and dropped our food to go up together.

It was $200 Takashimaya vouchers! Yay! Shopping time!

I think the best part of the day was the awesome people we met, of course there were not-so-awesome ones, but it was the blessing I counted.

And most fabulously, the company of Joanne. My favourite part was when we sat by the river, watched the boats cruised by, shone by the piercing late afternoon sun, but it was nice.

Very nice.

The cute thing is we didn’t co-ordinate our expressions and somehow everything turned out similar.

And oh, she was the one who suggested us to turn up in same colour outfit, and even though National Day was just over, many people still turned up in red and white!

And thanks babe, it was fun running around with you, and I think it was damn funny when we both started sprouting nonsense cos we were just so delirious and mumbling.

I think it wouldn’t have been as fun if not for someone as sporting and spontaneous like you, who actually egged me on when I was just too tired to go on.

And YAY! Vouchers to go shopping with :D :D

Told ya I was very, very much blessed for the month of August. And hopefully, it will still hold true for the months to come :)

A season of new

For it is September, and the new season of my favourite shows are back on television!

*Shudders in orgasmic delight*

My life is almost complete with a new season of Gossip Girl launched yesterday morning, and plenty more of other shows to follow suit.

My fix of How I Met Your Mother shall be ready on 20th September.

And all three franchises of CSI. Regardless what everyone says of them, I never seem to get bored, and is still the series I look forward to the most.

My need for them is gonna be curbed from 23rd September with launch of CSI’s newest season, followed by CSI : New York on 24th September, and then, CSI Miami, which only be aired in early October.

I will be giving Glee up cos towards the end, as much as I adore Sue Sylvester, it is not enough to keep me gripped to the series. I watched the finale in fast forward mode. I love the drama and singing, but the story was ridiculous and Rachel got overwhelmingly annoying to me.

I guess I will probably watch it for some of the tributes in next season, but not going to follow it anymore.

I think I might check Modern Family out and picked up where I left off with Lie To Me season 2.

I wish I can find something that could keep me obsessed like CSI did to me over all these years.

But I am a happy camper, for the recipe for my perfect stay-home evening is now completed :)

The new term starts

IT’S BACK TO SCHOOL!?

Today marks the start of a new term, one which I looked forward to, simply because Minibean loves school aplenty and I can see how much she enjoys herself while mingling with her friends.

And her learning curve is advancing ever so quickly when she is in school that I like the way she is picking things up, pretty stress-free and all.

This is her 2nd term with the school for Nursery 2, and with this final term, she will be advancing to Kindergarten 1 next year.

GASP.

How can I not feel depressed over feeeeeeling old, you tell me?!

With the HFMD forcing the school to be closed for the past couple of weeks plus the school holidays, it means Minibean had missed quite a bit of school and I was slightly worried about how she would cope again.

Well. She walked in enthusiastically to join the others for some singing session, and did not even  bother to turn back to say goodbye to Mummy.

I paid her school fees at the office and went to her class to sneak a peek at her.

Kiddos have amazing memories I tell you. Her classmates (male ones I might add) quickly alerted her to look at the window as she was munching on her noodles. I really didn’t think they would remember me as Minibean’s mum especially when I usually leave as soon as I reach so that she wouldn’t get all sticky and refuse to go for classes.

The usual break in between had me wondering what I should do.

I then had this sudden urge to get my nails painted cos I pretty much screwed them up with my habit of peeling them when nervous. I called up this place which Eunice recommended, where express manicure and pedicure cost less than $10 each.

Unfortunately, the time slots are only available AFTER Minibean’s school ended, so I had to let it pass.

I then remember I had some vouchers in my bag from POCC night (I am one who always don’t use my vouchers, even some of my Takashimaya and NTUC vouchers had expired without me knowing!), made my way to Jurong Point, and booked an appointment with Ladyfinger.

I was pretty reluctant to utilise the voucher, not only cos I am just not a voucher-using person, but also cos I have read about how pushy the manicurists are at LadyFinger, as well as the service pretty much sucked cos it was claimed they are too sales oriented.

But seriously, I cannot remember when was the last time I painted my nails. I believe it could have been more than a year ago. Just nice the vouchers will expire in 2 days’ time.

I was very surprised when I reached there, cos the manicurist pretty much saved my nails from its devastation, she didn’t make much of a conversation when I was obviously in my own world. And most importantly, she informed me about the package, but was never once pushy, and left me alone to make up my mind.

Her name is Huiqi, and she might have changed my mind about getting my nails done frequently hereonforth. When I left, she didn’t change her attitude just because I was using vouchers (which some people shared experience of people doing it), and when I couldn’t find my phone, she immediately tried to call it, which of cos once again, it was just lost in the abyss of my bag.

I paid only 2 bucks for the express manicure since I was using the $10 voucher.

I am thinking of heading back for an express pedicure at $16 because I have another voucher which also expires on Wednesday and I missed it cos I was wearing my Birkies.

I know I sound very auntie! But then to sustain a year of unemployment would mean giving up a lot of self-pampering and I have no regrets for that, but I start to realise really quite a lot of thrill to use vouchers.. don’t judge me!

Damage: $2

***

I was walking past Swensen’s after my manicure, feeling terribly hungry. I saw a one-for-one promotion going on and I immediately walked down the entire stretch of eateries to see which one has the best promotions.

I found myself walking back to Swensen’s to join the queue, until the hunger got too much for me to bear and I headed to the Thai Express next to it to get my fix of the beef basil rice (always refer to For the Extra Pound entry to make sense of it all!)

I really wanted to go for the one-for-one, and I was initially quite embarrassed cos I had really wanted to ask if I am eligible for the promotion since I was just a solo being. But WHAT IF THEY THROW ME DISGUSTED LOOKS AND SCOFF AT ME?!

I was even mentally making notes of what I would like to try, and was wondering does one-for-one apply for 2 different sets (which would mean variety!) or just the same set.

I found myself looking over forlornly at the Swensen’s diners as I munched on my quite fabulous beef basil rice.

It was like a treat to myself since I have been trying to be more prudent, and it was totally hormones-appeasing!

Damage: $12.75

***

Got an orgasmic high when I bought some lizard traps! I think by walking into the store and the thought of the possibility of eliminating those fat lizards which always stare boldly at me just made me feel damn thrill.

Damage: $3.30

As soon as this post is finished, HURHURHUR, you lizards better watch out.

***

Walked past BYSI and thought the clothes were a little too formal and not akin to my taste. Decided to ask if they have something more casual and they showed me plain top which comes with a belt. Tried it on and kinda like it probably due to the belt, and decided to use the 20 bucks voucher (POCC night again!) I had with me to buy it. Decided what a steal it was, especially for the days I just wanna throw on a pair of shorts with it and too lazy to look any glam.

I actually feel kinda good, cos this has been a year I don’t really shop. You don’t even hear anything else from me about ASOS or even Victoria’s secret. There was this day when someone tempted me to shop with stuff as cheap as £2 and I resisted every step of the way.

I probably deserve a pat on the back, head, shoulders, bum, front, everywhere with a kiss to my foot for my will-power (cough).

But I seriously realised my core problem is never with shopping. Never with pampering (hair maybe once a year or once every year and half, nails once a year, brows also grow until bushy then go, IPL already no need wax, bag once a year which I even skipped this year… no fetish for shoes..), BUT AH, with cabs (thank God for cab phase to be TOTALLY over) and FOOD (which happens on a daily basis).

Incredibly sad I tell you.

It is not so much about the weight, which I know is slowly and sneakily showing on the weighing scales, but mostly for health concerns especially I know since I was in my teens, my cholesterol is slightly on the high side for a female teenager.

And I was even skinnier than I am now.

I try to convince myself that with more activities and keeping up with Minibean would mean I need more energy, but still feel damn guilty when I eat to the point with the constant radio commercial about health screening to make sure you are there to watch your child grows up, I will paranoia-ly think of myself and my over-eating.

And it has been quite bad these couple of weeks, when I am not even supposed to be hormonal.

***

Somehow I felt really good when I picked my dearest up from school today, maybe it is the economical day out, maybe it was just a tad of pampering for self, maybe it is just seeing her and getting back into this momentum perks me up again.

Sharing about her day-to-day, and realising how she is getting more confident and assured as an individual.. and to see her gaining more control of herself. Like she told me the other day when grandma brushed her teeth, and she controlled herself and didn’t throw up.

She is still very much aware of what I taught her to do so – control.

Got back and showered together and thought to myself such times would be pretty short before she outgrows this phase and we no longer shower together.

She is growing into such a young lady.

***

Took a nap, one that was greatly needed after she went for her nap.

The long weekend was one that I didn’t pay my sleep debts, probably indulging too much in the night me-time, knowing when school reopens, they will be scarce and few in between.

And a much needed nap is also what I needed to clear my mind to blog. I could hardly stay awake in front of the monitor earlier on.

Homecooked meal was brilliant, though these days I have 2 bowls of rice. I felt hungry immediately thereafter and had been bingeing on chocolate till now so I won’t succumb to my double cheeseburger meal upsized with cinnamon melts.

I successfully put off eating supper last night, and let’s hope it will work well for my favour tonight.

And, eh! Almost half past 11 already, where did my parents bring Minibean to?!

***

Oh, thanks to Jace, I have my eyes set on Shi Zhen yam paste mooncake this year and hope to get poisoned deep deep!

And after doing my research, I will invest in Mei Xin (Maxims mooncake) for traditional mooncakes.

Tried Home’s Fave this year, and previous years I have had my fills of Raffles’, so I will probably be back to the basics this year.

As for Minibean, she will get one of those things I always had when I was younger… the piglet in the colourful baskets!

For my bank account and health well-being (in past years, I always eat mooncakes as a whole, never sliced up), I shall leave the exploration of other brands until next year, unless of cos, some of you decide to share and force some down my throats. I will not fight back.

Edit: It is scary. Minibean is now reciting all her texts in English and Chinese and I am just so amazed about how much she can memorised and I am having goosebumps cos I always thought she has a good memory, but the entire term syllabus text and various poems and all?!

Cos the teachers will only release all her work and text until the end of the term so they don’t misplace it, and I just collected hers today and she is reciting everything she learnt in past 3 months with me.

She is very awesome.

scarlet scandals

Finally changed my hosting, and with new hosting, comes a new beginning.

And it was all thanks to Jacki, who is always so busy that I didn’t dare to prod him to help me, and he fabulously informed me only after he had shifted everything and sorted out all the frills after 5 hours of hardwork.

So, now, it is time to update your bookmark and tweak the link.

Goodbye http://joewei.net and all the bad episodes of downtime.

Hello http://www.scarletscandals.com, where the scandals are rarely red hot and scarlet these days, but who knows what the future holds?

It will still redirect you guys from joewei.net for sometime during transitioning but it’s best to update the links and RSS feeds: http://www.scarletscandals.com/feed/

Feels a little morose about letting joewei.net lay to rest, but maybe it will bring a bout of awesome fortune and blessings? I can only pray and hope!

Still need a bit of getting used to cos it is not as user-friendly yet. *Keeping fingers crossed*

Siempre con nosotros

I am an emotional mess.

I am moved by such overwhelming joy, seeing Spain has come such a long way to make history tonight.

When my Elvish Prince broke down in tears, I just felt the surge of emotions making their ways to the tear ducts and they were just uncontrollable.

I just sat there and soaked in every single emotion displayed….

.. the unadulterated joy, the pure ecstasy to be top of the world… and the brilliance when the stadium was lit up by the fireworks, and marked the fairytale (well, at least to me, it was) ending.

My heart went out to the Dutch as they sat there, despondent, yet with great sportsmanship, flanked the champions as they descended to the pitch with the prize in hands.

Though I might have a word or 2 on the level and amount of fouling which tainted the game. They say it is only Mark van Bommel, but gee, he definitely isn’t alone!

When Netherlands played Brazil, Brazil had commented that Netherlands play South American style football.. now we know why.

I am now slightly apprehensive to wear Orange anytime soon, in case I become somewhat violent too. Cross me and I might just stamp you in your chest!

I have been lucky that I didn’t get my heart broken so far with all the world cup finals, but I know the blow will be too hard to take that I kept repeating to myself how lower expectations will bring lesser pain with build up to the match. Especially with my Azzurri out of the competition, my hopes and happiness were hanging on the sometimes inconsistent Spain, which I prayed and wished for a night of splendor on the night it matters most.

And with my kind of jinx, I tried very hard not to show too much blatant support to jinx the team I support. Not even the Oracle Octopus could buy me a peace of mind.

Apparently, judging from the facebook and twitter responses, most people are actually not in favour of a Spanish win.

Have to say that I was surprised to see Netherlands seemingly run out of steam towards the end, and the goal just killed them. They seemed to give up there and then and didn’t see the need to fight back. I was expected higher level of resistance from this team cos I did have very high expectations of them.

I have so much to say but with so much emotions build up, I shall go savour this moment of glory by such a brilliant team, and ease the tension I put my mind and body through. You know, some moments call for clenching the butt cheeks quite often…

I thought I was gonna have a heart attack or something and gonna die too soon as I waited for the final whistle with bated breath. And when it finally did, it was a fiesta!

I have been waiting for the day my Elvish prince to shine and become King.

And he finally did.

A warm, thoughtful touch from the match winner of the night, was for the team mate who had passed on too immaturely at the prime of his life – Dani Jarque – siempre con nosotros.

Always with us.

And I believe, this team would like to dedicate this victory to him.

Congrats Spain, all these years of emotional investment finally got some positive ROI, laughs.

The moment of pride when they wore the scarlet tops with a star.. the men grinning like boys.. the bad singing from my Elvish King.. the instance the cup was lifted and the confetti rained.

A virgin victory. One that holds so much meaning behind it. Etched into the history books.

Unlike the last world cup when I am happy, laughing, jumping and screaming, this year’s world cup win is a much more emotional one, where it is lingering, and hauntingly so.

If it was few days earlier, I might just empty an entire box of tissue.

I might as well confess that I was so emotionally earlier this week that I was triggered by Waka waka MTV to actually break down and sob. I remember how silly and emotional that moment was. I mean, really, what the fuck right? To actually wanna break down just because of a fucking waka waka MTV?!

Well, that’s hormones for you.

Will write more when I am more coherant. I think I might just have sweet dreams of me on the pitch, part of the Spanish celebration :)

You guys have come a long way, baybeh.

South Africa 2010

Minibean is now napping. She had fell asleep with the Miu Miu as a pillow on the sofa as I scrubbed the floor and house clean.

Some time to myself and some peace. But nothing beats just watching her sleep, or having her in my arms as I carried her after I had finished the chores into the room.

I have plans with her tonight. A trip to the supermarket probably to stock up the groceries. Maybe the playground. Some footie action, deffo. She would need all the rest she gets. ;)

I have to admit that the World Cup hype got to me a little late this year, partially tainted by the bad taste in the mouth about the exorbitant rates to watch the matches on cable.

I subscribed it 4 years ago, and there is no way my principle would bow to the atrocity this year.

But as the matches kick off today, I could feel the glee and excitement building up. Where did the sudden surge of chemicals come from?

Perhaps that the Spain team I so love seems like they are finally the hot ones this year? Or that however unlikely Italy is gonna defend their title this year, I will still not be able to cut away the soul ties I have with anything Italian.

Or maybe, I am still hoping to see the drama England will bring to the pitch this year, and as much as I adore Capello, a part of me still very much like to witness their downfall, just like any other year. Don’t get me wrong, I grow up with English football, just the fact that they need some tough love.

Or maybe, reminiscing the past World Cup makes me terribly nostalgic and I could feel what seems like long long time ago.

In 1994, it was the June holidays. 4 days into the new school term, I came down with a bout of chicken pox, that saw me extending my school holidays for another 2 weeks, which means, another 2 weeks of football galore.

Since there was pretty much nothing to do, I stayed home and watch football with my mum. That year, it was when samba football charmed me. That year, it was when I was rooting for Mexico as well. They didn’t advance far, but watching Jorge Campos was a joy. That year, Brazil was the deserving champion.

It seems like watching football is one of the rare things I share with my mum.

She is gonna get to watch on the Malaysian channel, and I am sulking here for the bloodsuckers in the form of cable televisions.

Anyway.

I went back to school in a bright pink windbreaker that morning with a huge grin and even the morning assembly felt different with everyone so charged up with adrenalin.

In 1998. I had returned from London during the summer holidays, and I remember I used to have a Acer laptop which I never switched off just to be in touch with my friends on IRC.

I had a long ass cable that ran from my room to the hall for my modem.

Just before the final started, I remember being online with some friends who were staying up for the matches, and despite being such a big Brazil support 4 years before, it didn’t feel right. Everyone was just too confident with Brazil.

I quipped that everyone was taking the match for granted, and how everyone was expecting Brazil to at least humiliate France with 3 goals… that, who knows, France might win Brazil with 3-0.

My friend (I remember who you are okay!) said if it was 3-0 to France, he will “tok” (chop off. Where? Hmm…). He laughed so hard and so loud that I remember that he wasn’t laughing but was as loud as he said “FUCKKKK YOUUUUU SUEYYY CHUEWWWWW” when the match wrapped up with the France making everyone’s jaw drop.

He didn’t let go of that for a while, and I didn’t let him forget about it either. HAHAHA.

That was the year when balding guys became cool, cos of Zidane.

In 2002. I remember traveling around with then boyfriend to friends’ places, and how I swooned over a young Casillas.

Diploma classes were over and holidays beckoned.

It was when Spain’s and Italy’s potential (I swear, it was not just about Casillas or hot Italian men) made me root for them, and they didn’t get far.

It was when televisions start to become bigger, and going to whose place to watch depend heavily on how big the televisions were.

It was also the year that the World Cup was not as exciting for me personally since the teams I rooted for were ousted pretty early.. Perhaps cos it was almost like Brazil cruised to victory steadily.

It was the year that Asians took centre stage and felt their pride amplified by Korea and Japan.

It was also the year when the referee excites me more than the games.  Pierluigi Collina. That legend. Who is he? Do a search and you might recognise him immediately.

In 2006. The year I was 4 to 5 months pregnant. It was also around the time when I first felt Minibean’s kicks.

I have pondered about the coincidences since.

It was the year when the Italians finally broke through (to make up for the disappointment when Spain didn’t).

It was the year when just before one of the Italian match.. some kinky incident happened in a park. Hahahaha.

I met up with some friends later nearby the park to watch the match. It was a beautiful mansion. I remember when I jumped a bit too hard, or got a tad too over zealous, cursed a bit too much, Eugene would calm me down a little, cos well, very un-pregnant ladylike.

I remember jokingly I wanted to stand up and maybe Italy will score.

They did.

Then I stood up again hoping they would score again.

They did!

We hugged and jumped and hi-5s… and my screams were just, uhm, well, not very proper. Laughs.

During the final.. well, that’s the beauty of blogging, I don’t have to dig too deep into the memory bank.

2010.

I asked Minibean earlier if she wanna watch football with me tonight.

It could mean nothing to her, but it does mean something to me, cos I remember how she accompanied me through what was the best world cup for me, the 2006 one, with her kicks.

And since I am currently unemployed, I have noticed a pattern of how my time is always freed up during the World Cup season.

Not quite so this year with more of the focus gonna be on Minibean and how she is starting school soon (told ya many things changed quickly in this half a year!), so I probably have to apologise for my low energy as a Mummy in the coming month.

Still trying to figure out how to watch the later matches when coffeeshops or friends’ places are the only way to go.

So in 2014, I predicted that I will be jobless, or pregnant, or on MC, or on holidays to clear leave or.. maybe, I will be in Brazil. Heh.

Bring on the beautiful game, and may this year finally be Spain’s, and not England’s (I really think they don’t deserve it as much lah!).