While enjoying the brief sunset on the way to pick up your tangible belongings before you leave for the next few months, I stared at the light blue sky wondering what would you be doing the very next day at the very same time. By then, we would be looking at the same sky but thousands of miles apart. I wondered when will be the next time we can get to enjoy the same sunset again together, driving from place to place in the same car, feeling one another's hands and heartbeat. I miss your presence.
During the brief departure at the airport, I couldn't hold back the salty tears anymore. The warmth the tears carried would witness our last hug and kiss for a long time. I didn't had the courage to turn around and look back because I knew I wouldn't want to let you out of my sight. Trying with all my might, I tried to remember your eyes, your nose, your smile and your smell. Looking forward to our next meeting, I made do with the hugs and kisses from my memories. On my way to the car, I couldn't hold it any longer, I ran back to the car and wailed like a kid on the first day of school with my parents leaving me and not knowing if they are coming back for me. I miss your warmth.
Before you left, you told me to wait for you. I thought how silly because that was naturally expected. I also know both of us should not take anything for granted. So with the danger of having swollen eyes the very next day, the emo dam opened itself again. Almost anything you said would definitely trigger the waterfall. I already miss you. I miss your voice.
Lying on my bed, I miss the time we cuddled and watch Discovery Channel. The week when you were here, my bed was your home. Coming home to a skinny body occupying my side of the bed made me had to fight for my natural right to come back to my space. I would give you my spot right now just to have you here with me. I miss your smell.
You were just gone and I can't wait for you to return. That would be months ahead but you know I'll be here. I will be your emotional support just like you've been mine. Take care my dear...
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Run With Me
There was never a moment in my life that tears were so readily available and I was surprised with my biological generousity. The anticipation of departure hurts but knowing that this is temporary and in his words, for a better future, I just had to suck it in and live with it. The pain is partly attributed to the uncertainty in the life of yours truly. Not knowing what will happen the next day, having a warm shoulder definitely helps. Being emotionally needy, my tears couldn't ease things but probably made it harder for him to go which wasn't any part of my intentions. I know I'll be fine and so will everything else. Maybe it's just me completing the drama side of my alter ego, the tears became part of the set. Not that I could help it...
A few months isn't exactly a long time but neither is it short when so many things are up in the air bearing no hint of concrete in them. Seeing him through the screen will probably be the sole temporary comfort both of us can look forward to. The hardest part should be the initial part and once the turbo lag ease off, the journey ahead should be smoother. I guess it helps when there's mutual understanding on what we're both in for and working towards what we want and wish to achieve. In our different arenas, we're walking in the same direction and reaching out for that common end point. The race may seem tiring but knowing that someone is running it with you, the reassurance is all it takes to calm some nerves. To be strong is not an option. To be brave is only mandatory. To love is inherent.
A few months isn't exactly a long time but neither is it short when so many things are up in the air bearing no hint of concrete in them. Seeing him through the screen will probably be the sole temporary comfort both of us can look forward to. The hardest part should be the initial part and once the turbo lag ease off, the journey ahead should be smoother. I guess it helps when there's mutual understanding on what we're both in for and working towards what we want and wish to achieve. In our different arenas, we're walking in the same direction and reaching out for that common end point. The race may seem tiring but knowing that someone is running it with you, the reassurance is all it takes to calm some nerves. To be strong is not an option. To be brave is only mandatory. To love is inherent.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Here We Go Again...
In less than a year, for the second time, there's no need to wake up early for work. This time around, the situation is different and it wasn't quite voluntary but more circumstancial. The crash of the market during Q4 last year couldn't have been more untimely for me. All forms of business development have gone to waste and the relationships built up over the years need to be shelved aside. Funnily, the announcement came as a relief to me more than anything. Instead of living in constant worries, the confirmation served its purpose. A week away from saying bye to Penguin for months, this is oddly enough a piece of news to set his mind at ease before he takes off. To me, it matters to myself that I will not become the root of his worries while he's busy with work. The effect of the paradigm was a bag of totally mixed up emotions and sleepless nights. Considering to stay or to leave the industry altogether and how much of a paycut am I willing to take for stability. With prematured intentions to provide the best for my family in future, I wanted to do more in my prime. Again, my mind runs... and runs...
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Drink & Drive
Periods of exasperation when things seem to be going nowhere because communication is either not present or doubts arising from fear and suspicion seemed to have masked the trust. Who would have thought the air would be clearer with some alcohol? With inherent Asian flush and very low tolerance for alcohol, it would be unlikely that I'm the one who gets drunks and still be able to spout sensible nonsense. Well, that's because it is not me!
With the imminent departure of Penguin to Kimchi-land, uncertainty fills the air with gloom bearing the effect of getting the involved parties all edgy. Guilty of casting ridiculous doubts, I would sit myself by the window just before my bedtime to reassess my thoughts and actions. Often, the stubborn side of me would brush things off and continue my adament ignorance of my better half. It didn't quite help when the other person is equally as stubborn or if not, worse. Aimless low temperature brought most improvements to a freezing stop. This was going nowhere...
Our very second movie date over the past 8 over months since we started seeing one another was Fast & Furious 4 which themes over cars, pretty much a subject very close to our hearts. As with every other above average movies, there was a plot and the show was on the overall, enjoyable. But it was the fact that we were watching a movie, out my our own without being in the presence of other common friends or getting stucked in a car workshop, that brought out the extra grin in my smile. Both of us enjoy being in the presence of friends, doing things in a huge group, going for dinners, meetups, drives, coffee but there was only as far I could go without "Snugtime". In several attempts to suggest more "Snugtime", we never got too far off from planning for the weekend and eventually finding ourselves spending time on or around the mahjong table. It was getting emotionally taxing because it was totally non-directional and unhealthy for a budding relationship. I supposed that was where all the edginess and traces of frustration rooted.
When he spoke, he didn't stop. And I love that. It was a rare occurance. It was that bit of alcohol in the blood stream that opened up the walls of his emotional dam. To know what and how he really feels and hearing it directly from him, means far more to me than the usual "you should know I care"... The usual response would be "I do but but but..." and I get lost in a flood of frustration that indirectly caused the loss for words. At times, I would wish I have the special capability Mel Gibson has in "What Women Wants" just to know what is between those cute Mickey Mouse (my very first impression of him btw) ears. It was amazing what was really deep down could be driven out by some beer. After the sub coherant yet unexpectedly fruitful conversation, I'm just glad directions are still similar and we both have nothing to worry about even when his presence is being missed for the next few months.
It will be the hug, the kiss and the sheer warmth of the body that I look forward to in a few months' time. I will miss you...
With the imminent departure of Penguin to Kimchi-land, uncertainty fills the air with gloom bearing the effect of getting the involved parties all edgy. Guilty of casting ridiculous doubts, I would sit myself by the window just before my bedtime to reassess my thoughts and actions. Often, the stubborn side of me would brush things off and continue my adament ignorance of my better half. It didn't quite help when the other person is equally as stubborn or if not, worse. Aimless low temperature brought most improvements to a freezing stop. This was going nowhere...
Our very second movie date over the past 8 over months since we started seeing one another was Fast & Furious 4 which themes over cars, pretty much a subject very close to our hearts. As with every other above average movies, there was a plot and the show was on the overall, enjoyable. But it was the fact that we were watching a movie, out my our own without being in the presence of other common friends or getting stucked in a car workshop, that brought out the extra grin in my smile. Both of us enjoy being in the presence of friends, doing things in a huge group, going for dinners, meetups, drives, coffee but there was only as far I could go without "Snugtime". In several attempts to suggest more "Snugtime", we never got too far off from planning for the weekend and eventually finding ourselves spending time on or around the mahjong table. It was getting emotionally taxing because it was totally non-directional and unhealthy for a budding relationship. I supposed that was where all the edginess and traces of frustration rooted.
When he spoke, he didn't stop. And I love that. It was a rare occurance. It was that bit of alcohol in the blood stream that opened up the walls of his emotional dam. To know what and how he really feels and hearing it directly from him, means far more to me than the usual "you should know I care"... The usual response would be "I do but but but..." and I get lost in a flood of frustration that indirectly caused the loss for words. At times, I would wish I have the special capability Mel Gibson has in "What Women Wants" just to know what is between those cute Mickey Mouse (my very first impression of him btw) ears. It was amazing what was really deep down could be driven out by some beer. After the sub coherant yet unexpectedly fruitful conversation, I'm just glad directions are still similar and we both have nothing to worry about even when his presence is being missed for the next few months.
It will be the hug, the kiss and the sheer warmth of the body that I look forward to in a few months' time. I will miss you...
Monday, April 20, 2009
Leaving On A Jet Plane
April is coming to an end and the beginning of May is dreadful. The start of leading singlehood life knowing that an important person in life is staring into the same sky is thousands of miles away. I guess it's just part of life and the processes we have to go through. At the same time, this might just be the test we need to weather the worse. On one hand, I'm glad that this special person is someone whom I can trust to handle the toughest coming along his way and I can rest assure that he will come back the same person, if not, a better him. On the other end of the spectrum, worries rush in inevitably filling up the unknown. At this time when everything in my life is unstable, a very distant imaginary hug is all I'm left with, unassuringly reassuring.
How often have we forgotten how life is like to have the extra freedom again which essentially was never ever taken away from us. I was never stopped from doing my own things but time has morphed to become ours and as an item, often referring to us instead of you and me. It was alot of laughs and smiles with the occasional sulk and silence, all part and parcel of learning more about the other person.
For the coming months and months, the refuge and comfort I seek will more often be in the form of written words, occasional voice exchanges, a daily imaginary hug to sleep and a constant thought of the other party's well-being.
If you know I'm always here thinking of you, that's all enough for me.
How often have we forgotten how life is like to have the extra freedom again which essentially was never ever taken away from us. I was never stopped from doing my own things but time has morphed to become ours and as an item, often referring to us instead of you and me. It was alot of laughs and smiles with the occasional sulk and silence, all part and parcel of learning more about the other person.
For the coming months and months, the refuge and comfort I seek will more often be in the form of written words, occasional voice exchanges, a daily imaginary hug to sleep and a constant thought of the other party's well-being.
If you know I'm always here thinking of you, that's all enough for me.
Instinctive Animal Chase
Every girl dreams of a once in a lifetime fairy tale like relationship and one day, Prince Charming will give her that one kiss and bring her back to his castle living the promise of "to have and to hold". But in reality, there are too many factors playing in my minds, the society and circumstances. The mating game of chasing and to be chased has been played all too many times. The insufficient sense of security often brings some of us back to the starting point. The failure to ensure faith brings the others to the end point. Some are stuck revolving in the maze of confusion or amusement. Is it plain animal instinct or human nature that people tend to stray and find it a task to remain truthful and faithful? This takes us back to whether white lies are lies and if maintaining silence is dishonest.
Where absolute trust is involved, things beautify. Should the trust be broken, the crack may simply be irreparable. The more solidified the state of trust is, the crack will only be greater and the cost to bring it back to the original state, may have gone up exponentially. Should human beings still maintain their animal instinctive need to hunt for more food, never doubt the natural human instinct to know where good and bad food can be found. On the same note, I've heard and experienced the amazement of sixth senses and the ability of some to sniff out the fouls. Even the thickest of the lot might just dig out or even chance upon the rotten bits in the pile. Life is wonderfully painful during times like that.
Just heard this quote from a mindless soap opera but made sense to me... "The essence of love is not about the tears but the happiness." The hunt for the eternal smile continues for many....
Where absolute trust is involved, things beautify. Should the trust be broken, the crack may simply be irreparable. The more solidified the state of trust is, the crack will only be greater and the cost to bring it back to the original state, may have gone up exponentially. Should human beings still maintain their animal instinctive need to hunt for more food, never doubt the natural human instinct to know where good and bad food can be found. On the same note, I've heard and experienced the amazement of sixth senses and the ability of some to sniff out the fouls. Even the thickest of the lot might just dig out or even chance upon the rotten bits in the pile. Life is wonderfully painful during times like that.
Just heard this quote from a mindless soap opera but made sense to me... "The essence of love is not about the tears but the happiness." The hunt for the eternal smile continues for many....
Friday, April 17, 2009
When The Sky Is Blue And The Water Is Calm...
Was lunching with Bster and Jie Mei Videographer yesterday and we were on the topic of relationships and the handling of emotions. There are often a myriad of emotions in us and the internal struggles can be unbelieveable. Most of us know what we ought or not ought to do and I tend to do the opposite. I can't say the ability to give in to other people is in my nature but I grew to realise that the unknowing act of giving in inevitably breeds complacency in others. When being taken for granted, is one or the other to be blamed for allowing the presence of it?
Sick and tired of the mindless and aimless silence, one would often succumb to the real warmth of having a person, a listening ear. In the absence of them, the mind wanders and doubts. Where is the road heading to?
Girls are often said to have the prerogative of having the time of the month and a reasonable pinch of unreasonableness. Not to justify such an action, I don't see no fault in this. There has to be a point or an avenue where we can let it all out. Have I lost that prerogative in the pursuit of the warm body?
In a desperate attempt and need to transform such anguish to tears, the silence screams and shouts seem to fall short of the need to uphold dignity. Maintaining a smile and calm composure, life seems to go on without a hitch. The wriggling worms in the mind hasn't stopped moving even though the water surface seems serene. When will one be able to let it all out and let it go? Who even cares?
The difficulty of not being able to rest the mind and go to sleep seems to override the need to keep the water surface flat. The tossing and turning kills whatever that was holding back the dignity. When all you need is probably a tight warm hug, reassuring you that everything will be fine. You find yourself seeking this in an endless quest. The fight between holding onto your beliefs and the need for that cuddle goes on.
On a separate note, thou did an online personality test and here's my results:
Providers take it upon themselves to insure the health and welfare of those in their care, but they are also the most sociable of all the Guardians, and thus are the great nurturers of social institutions such as schools, churches, social clubs, and civic groups. Providers are very likely more than ten percent of the population, and this is fortunate for the rest of us, because friendly social service is a key to their nature. Wherever they go, Providers happily give their time and energy to make sure that the needs of others are met, and that social functions are a success.
Highly cooperative themselves, Providers are skilled in maintaining teamwork among their helpers, and are also tireless in their attention to the details of furnishing goods and services. They make excellent chairpersons in charge of dances, banquets, class reunions, charity fund-raisers, and the like. They are without peer as masters of ceremonies, able to speak publicly with ease and confidence. And they are outstanding hosts or hostesses, knowing everyone by name, and seemingly aware of what everyone's been doing. Providers love to entertain, and are always concerned about the needs of their guests, wanting to make sure that all are involved and provided for.
Friendly, outgoing, neighborly - in a word, Providers are gregarious, so much so that they can become restless when isolated from people. They love to talk with others, and will often strike up a conversation with strangers and chat pleasantly about any topic that comes to mind. Friendships matter a great deal to Providers, and their conversations with friends often touch on good times from years past. Family traditions are also sacred to them, and they carefully observe birthdays and anniversaries. In addition, Providers show a delightful fascination with news of their friends and neighbors. If we wish to know what's been going on in the local community, school, or church, they're happy to fill us in on all the details.
Providers are extremely sensitive to the feelings of others, which makes them perhaps the most sympathetic of all the types, but which also leaves them somewhat self-conscious, that is, highly sensitive to what others think of them. Loving and affectionate themselves, they need to be loved in return. In fact, Providers can be crushed by personal criticism, and are happiest when given ample appreciation both for themselves personally and for the tireless service they give to others.
Sick and tired of the mindless and aimless silence, one would often succumb to the real warmth of having a person, a listening ear. In the absence of them, the mind wanders and doubts. Where is the road heading to?
Girls are often said to have the prerogative of having the time of the month and a reasonable pinch of unreasonableness. Not to justify such an action, I don't see no fault in this. There has to be a point or an avenue where we can let it all out. Have I lost that prerogative in the pursuit of the warm body?
In a desperate attempt and need to transform such anguish to tears, the silence screams and shouts seem to fall short of the need to uphold dignity. Maintaining a smile and calm composure, life seems to go on without a hitch. The wriggling worms in the mind hasn't stopped moving even though the water surface seems serene. When will one be able to let it all out and let it go? Who even cares?
The difficulty of not being able to rest the mind and go to sleep seems to override the need to keep the water surface flat. The tossing and turning kills whatever that was holding back the dignity. When all you need is probably a tight warm hug, reassuring you that everything will be fine. You find yourself seeking this in an endless quest. The fight between holding onto your beliefs and the need for that cuddle goes on.
On a separate note, thou did an online personality test and here's my results:
Providers take it upon themselves to insure the health and welfare of those in their care, but they are also the most sociable of all the Guardians, and thus are the great nurturers of social institutions such as schools, churches, social clubs, and civic groups. Providers are very likely more than ten percent of the population, and this is fortunate for the rest of us, because friendly social service is a key to their nature. Wherever they go, Providers happily give their time and energy to make sure that the needs of others are met, and that social functions are a success.
Highly cooperative themselves, Providers are skilled in maintaining teamwork among their helpers, and are also tireless in their attention to the details of furnishing goods and services. They make excellent chairpersons in charge of dances, banquets, class reunions, charity fund-raisers, and the like. They are without peer as masters of ceremonies, able to speak publicly with ease and confidence. And they are outstanding hosts or hostesses, knowing everyone by name, and seemingly aware of what everyone's been doing. Providers love to entertain, and are always concerned about the needs of their guests, wanting to make sure that all are involved and provided for.
Friendly, outgoing, neighborly - in a word, Providers are gregarious, so much so that they can become restless when isolated from people. They love to talk with others, and will often strike up a conversation with strangers and chat pleasantly about any topic that comes to mind. Friendships matter a great deal to Providers, and their conversations with friends often touch on good times from years past. Family traditions are also sacred to them, and they carefully observe birthdays and anniversaries. In addition, Providers show a delightful fascination with news of their friends and neighbors. If we wish to know what's been going on in the local community, school, or church, they're happy to fill us in on all the details.
Providers are extremely sensitive to the feelings of others, which makes them perhaps the most sympathetic of all the types, but which also leaves them somewhat self-conscious, that is, highly sensitive to what others think of them. Loving and affectionate themselves, they need to be loved in return. In fact, Providers can be crushed by personal criticism, and are happiest when given ample appreciation both for themselves personally and for the tireless service they give to others.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
First 3 Months
This article by Shawn Woo brought back the time when I was doing my first 3 months. I was posted to Outram Institute which technically wasn't a junior college but A'levels courses were offered over a period of 3 years instead of 2. I reckon I had wanted to go to a polytechnic after that so I jolly well go enjoy my version of "JC life" for a while.
Firstly, the uniform swopping was more than simple fun. We get to try the oddest, the most colourful, the most unbelieveable or even the most "pretty" uniforms. It's a little like fulfilling your "childhood fantasy" and donning the uniform of the school that you either always long to go to or the craziest uniform that you'd never imagine yourself wearing. The cutest uniform has got to be the uniform of Outram Institute itself. The "uniform" part between the genders were the grey bottoms but like baby clothings, the girls were dressed in pink tops and the boys in baby blue. Going to school everyday is like a new discovery to find your schoolmates in yet another different set of uniforms. Probably the only uniforms that weren't popular were those from St Margaret's (for the girls) and Catholic High (for the boys). By now, Moody Penguin would be running after me with an exhaust pipe. (Teehee...)
Orientation hopping wasn't so "in" during my time because we had so much fun just hanging around with our "temporary classmates" that we barely had time for anyone/anything else. But due to the shuffle of the second intake, I had my best orientation at Serangoon JC although I was there for merely 3 days until I was shoved to wear the turquoise apple green uniform.
It's quite sad to know these things are slowly being phased out and our next generation will never quite understand when we say, "during those days..."
My first 3 months was one of my happiest times. All I did was play, play and play. I was training for basketball day and night, for schools, clubs, youth teams etc. You would have mistaken me for a scrawny, Indian girl because my complexion was so dark, friends whom I haven't met for a while then, wouldn't have been able to pick me out from a crowd. There were no stress from school nor work. I hated my management clases but I never had to do much work. Responsibilities as the class chairman barely put on any pressure on me because all I had to do is to mark everyone's attendance and regardless whether they were present at the beginning of the day, no one was ever absent because I'd be ticking the attendance from a McDonald's in Serangoon chomping down on my breakfast. I was everyone's best friend then. (for a reason of course, isn't that obvious?) If only I could turn back time, I'd wanna do my 1st 3 months again... It's like being a baby but yet you can choose to do everything you love...
Firstly, the uniform swopping was more than simple fun. We get to try the oddest, the most colourful, the most unbelieveable or even the most "pretty" uniforms. It's a little like fulfilling your "childhood fantasy" and donning the uniform of the school that you either always long to go to or the craziest uniform that you'd never imagine yourself wearing. The cutest uniform has got to be the uniform of Outram Institute itself. The "uniform" part between the genders were the grey bottoms but like baby clothings, the girls were dressed in pink tops and the boys in baby blue. Going to school everyday is like a new discovery to find your schoolmates in yet another different set of uniforms. Probably the only uniforms that weren't popular were those from St Margaret's (for the girls) and Catholic High (for the boys). By now, Moody Penguin would be running after me with an exhaust pipe. (Teehee...)
Orientation hopping wasn't so "in" during my time because we had so much fun just hanging around with our "temporary classmates" that we barely had time for anyone/anything else. But due to the shuffle of the second intake, I had my best orientation at Serangoon JC although I was there for merely 3 days until I was shoved to wear the turquoise apple green uniform.
It's quite sad to know these things are slowly being phased out and our next generation will never quite understand when we say, "during those days..."
My first 3 months was one of my happiest times. All I did was play, play and play. I was training for basketball day and night, for schools, clubs, youth teams etc. You would have mistaken me for a scrawny, Indian girl because my complexion was so dark, friends whom I haven't met for a while then, wouldn't have been able to pick me out from a crowd. There were no stress from school nor work. I hated my management clases but I never had to do much work. Responsibilities as the class chairman barely put on any pressure on me because all I had to do is to mark everyone's attendance and regardless whether they were present at the beginning of the day, no one was ever absent because I'd be ticking the attendance from a McDonald's in Serangoon chomping down on my breakfast. I was everyone's best friend then. (for a reason of course, isn't that obvious?) If only I could turn back time, I'd wanna do my 1st 3 months again... It's like being a baby but yet you can choose to do everything you love...
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Susan Boyle
Many dreamt of "The Moment" in their lifetime. Some bear hopes and dreams that one day they will walk up the stage or down the aisle and be the centre of attraction. Kelly Clarkson, upon winning the first American Idol, went on to sing what seems like the most apt song for her - A Moment Like This.
A Moment like this.
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.
Some people search forever for that one special kiss.
I cant believe its happening to me.
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.
Over the past few years, I've always watched these talent search shows with a pinch of salt because the Singaporean version never quite turned out too fantastic and I was never quite encouraged me to even participate (yes, there's a trapped star in me dying to shine...) But nevertheless, moments of William Hung and Connie Talbot does provide that bit of entertainment we need to brighten up our lives. When we first looked at William Hung or Connie Talbot, we know exactly what we are expecting due to their images - A nerdy wannabe who can't sing for nuts and a beautiful little girl with an exceptional voice respectively. But Susan Boyle gives the saying "Never Judge A Book By Its Cover" a whole new meaning. Putting aside your discriminating and judging look, open up your ears, enjoy the video. She had the moment of her lifetime... Whether if she eventually got her recording contract, this was the moment that no one cared how she looks like but purely and genuinely, appreciates her voice. Susan Boyle, you go girl!
A Moment like this.
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.
Some people search forever for that one special kiss.
I cant believe its happening to me.
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.
Over the past few years, I've always watched these talent search shows with a pinch of salt because the Singaporean version never quite turned out too fantastic and I was never quite encouraged me to even participate (yes, there's a trapped star in me dying to shine...) But nevertheless, moments of William Hung and Connie Talbot does provide that bit of entertainment we need to brighten up our lives. When we first looked at William Hung or Connie Talbot, we know exactly what we are expecting due to their images - A nerdy wannabe who can't sing for nuts and a beautiful little girl with an exceptional voice respectively. But Susan Boyle gives the saying "Never Judge A Book By Its Cover" a whole new meaning. Putting aside your discriminating and judging look, open up your ears, enjoy the video. She had the moment of her lifetime... Whether if she eventually got her recording contract, this was the moment that no one cared how she looks like but purely and genuinely, appreciates her voice. Susan Boyle, you go girl!
Monday, April 13, 2009
Cannonbola Run
After the last weekend of helping a friend out at the booth of Poni Band at Suntec City, I had an allergy attack that hindered my ability to think cohesively and thought blogging would be absolutely disastrous. So while waiting for the body to recover from all the flowing mucus, tattered nose and groggy mind, I rested this place as well. To mark the end of the episode, I was "car-bound" for a few days.
A couple of friends had decided to do a Cannonbola Run which is essential a long drive through highways and B-roads for a few days. Moody Penguin on ransom of 1 instant mee goreng, has sold his approval to Dentist Wuuu Wuuu that we'll head up with the rest for the trip, putting Moody on potential perils and opened a hell lot of fun for the both of us.
When the bell rang for our 8th month anniversary, we took off for a 2D 2N drive in Malaysia. It was an endurance drive with extremely interesting people. The sounds from the comms set is still ringing in my ear, "oncoming black car in 200m then clear clear clear..." Our beachfront hotel in Kuantan was breathtaking, not that we had any chance to enjoy. After more than 12 hours drive, Moody Penguin fell flat after lunch and a good shower.
The short stopover at KL gave some of them a decent break - massages for the guys (including Xiaohong) and shopping for the girls. For Moody Penguin and myself, spending some "Snugtime" walking around KL. Must say, it was a fulfilling trip...
A couple of friends had decided to do a Cannonbola Run which is essential a long drive through highways and B-roads for a few days. Moody Penguin on ransom of 1 instant mee goreng, has sold his approval to Dentist Wuuu Wuuu that we'll head up with the rest for the trip, putting Moody on potential perils and opened a hell lot of fun for the both of us.
When the bell rang for our 8th month anniversary, we took off for a 2D 2N drive in Malaysia. It was an endurance drive with extremely interesting people. The sounds from the comms set is still ringing in my ear, "oncoming black car in 200m then clear clear clear..." Our beachfront hotel in Kuantan was breathtaking, not that we had any chance to enjoy. After more than 12 hours drive, Moody Penguin fell flat after lunch and a good shower.
The short stopover at KL gave some of them a decent break - massages for the guys (including Xiaohong) and shopping for the girls. For Moody Penguin and myself, spending some "Snugtime" walking around KL. Must say, it was a fulfilling trip...
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Buffet
"Boo-fay" or "Buff-fay" or even "Buff-fat", whichever way you call it, by buffet in this particular article, the reference is to the unlimited amount of food served in a place for a fixed sum of money per person. In short, it's "all you can eat". Although it has never attracted me, I must say the range at The Line at Shangri-La and the Sunday Champagne Brunch over at Ritz Carlton. You are not only spoilt for choices but the quality of the food isn't compromised just because it's a buffet. To be fair, they do come with a more interesting price tag.
Before I go on, you might wish to read this article on this chap who's complaining about an oyster buffet running out of oysters. What cracked me up and got me thinking was a comment posted at the bottom and it went, "Why so Kiasu? Is there a need to tell the whole world this? It's perfectly normal for a restaurant to run out of Oysters when there are so many tables full of people like you. Oysters do not fall from the sky, they need to be havested. Just because it's a buffet does not mean that they have the Oyster farm in their backyard. Things do run out and they often do. Be real. In any case, each of you did 6 runs of 4 oysters and a 7th of 3, means that you had 27 oysters, which is more than what I consume in a 6 months period. All that for only $38++/person, and not including the free fingers that you were offered. I think you have gotten your money worth. Be satisfied."
To a certain extent, I do agree that the restaurant should have more than sufficient to go around if they were to offer a buffet menu and should turn down customers should they find themselves low on their resources. On the other hand, I felt that the restaurant manager has also extended their apology in an appropriate way. If that chap is unhappy with the offer, he could have told them that he'll come back another day for more oysters probably for another 3 servings or something. I'm sure the restaurant can come up with some form of satisfactory compromise or compensation. All he did in his article is to purely show the ugly side of him wanting to get the most out of the money that he paid for. I guess in a way we all do but the approach just sounds wrong and reflects really badly on him.
Now, I'm craving for some good oysters...
Before I go on, you might wish to read this article on this chap who's complaining about an oyster buffet running out of oysters. What cracked me up and got me thinking was a comment posted at the bottom and it went, "Why so Kiasu? Is there a need to tell the whole world this? It's perfectly normal for a restaurant to run out of Oysters when there are so many tables full of people like you. Oysters do not fall from the sky, they need to be havested. Just because it's a buffet does not mean that they have the Oyster farm in their backyard. Things do run out and they often do. Be real. In any case, each of you did 6 runs of 4 oysters and a 7th of 3, means that you had 27 oysters, which is more than what I consume in a 6 months period. All that for only $38++/person, and not including the free fingers that you were offered. I think you have gotten your money worth. Be satisfied."
To a certain extent, I do agree that the restaurant should have more than sufficient to go around if they were to offer a buffet menu and should turn down customers should they find themselves low on their resources. On the other hand, I felt that the restaurant manager has also extended their apology in an appropriate way. If that chap is unhappy with the offer, he could have told them that he'll come back another day for more oysters probably for another 3 servings or something. I'm sure the restaurant can come up with some form of satisfactory compromise or compensation. All he did in his article is to purely show the ugly side of him wanting to get the most out of the money that he paid for. I guess in a way we all do but the approach just sounds wrong and reflects really badly on him.
Now, I'm craving for some good oysters...
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Closing Down
Due to high levels of stress in my personal life and at work, I no longer have any passion to blog. Hence, my decision to close this blog down. Over the past years/months, I'm really thankful for people who have visited this blog on a regular basis. This blog has always served as an outlet for me and my emotions. My tears and anger are often translated into cryptic messages. Just for an official closing... I love you guys!
P.S. To my FatShark Guru and whoever is interested, the above was my April Fools' Day joke... Sorry FS. I even brought this joke to a bigger magnitude with you on MSN. I was feeling down but not to the extend of closing this outlet. Ha!
Sorry B and everyone else, didn't meant it in an emotional blackmail way. Was feeling down and a sense of alternative corniness yesterday.
P.S. To my FatShark Guru and whoever is interested, the above was my April Fools' Day joke... Sorry FS. I even brought this joke to a bigger magnitude with you on MSN. I was feeling down but not to the extend of closing this outlet. Ha!
Sorry B and everyone else, didn't meant it in an emotional blackmail way. Was feeling down and a sense of alternative corniness yesterday.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Job Seeking Trauma And Fun
In an attempt to hunt for a reasonably good job that keeps me car moving and my interest flowing, I found myself clicking on the "Careers" button on Facebook. Due to my extreme lack of technical skills, I could offer nothing but possibly Human Resource skills. They do not have a job listed but instead, there was a link that guided me to an array of problems with their difficulty levels pegged. There were even a list of people who got hired because they solved the problems. So if you need a job, start solving some problems.
By the way, is anyone in pharmaceutical sales?
By the way, is anyone in pharmaceutical sales?
Monday, March 30, 2009
Imposter Syndrome
Found something interesting today. Have you ever heard of this syndrome called "The Imposter Syndrome"? According to Wikipedia, this syndrome is more common among women and in a gist, sufferers are unable to reconcile their successes/achievements/accomplishments and more often, they will dismiss it as luck. Not wanting to sound like a Münchausen victim but there are some instances in like where I felt that I don't deserve what I'm having. Although I always thought I've always been the most unlucky person around, I also recognise that I must be storing some good luck if I am where I am today. BUT I'm not having Imposter syndrome because I too acknowledge that I did put in the hard work that brought about some of the good things in life.
If you read my blog regularly, just take this post as one of my mindless rantings. I've been moping around with stupid thoughts that maybe I don't deserve what I have and what I have really isn't what I have. This sounds crazy, even to me. I wanted to say "ignore me" but by blogging this, I'm not exactly asking to be ignored, am I? Just one of the days...
I want to be the star that I believe I am. I want to be the star I know I can be. Where can I start finding the light source to keep the star shining?
If you read my blog regularly, just take this post as one of my mindless rantings. I've been moping around with stupid thoughts that maybe I don't deserve what I have and what I have really isn't what I have. This sounds crazy, even to me. I wanted to say "ignore me" but by blogging this, I'm not exactly asking to be ignored, am I? Just one of the days...
I want to be the star that I believe I am. I want to be the star I know I can be. Where can I start finding the light source to keep the star shining?
Thursday, March 26, 2009
What Women Want
Life's full of jigsaw puzzle pieces with jagged and rough edges and because there are not fixed rules and manner on how we should finish the jigsaw, we try in our every might to complete the picture. Inevitably, little spaces between the edges need to be filled up. Just like in every relationship, at most times it's not about the big things that you do but also the little things which it's not unsafe for us to term them simple pleasures in life (provided that they are things that brings smiles to our faces). So what do women really want in a relationship excluding the big pieces, just focusing on the little pieces that fills up the gaps?
- A hug from nowhere. Even if all you wanted to do is to sleep or get on with other things in life, taking that extra 10 seconds to hug the love of your life will mean more than the world to her.
- Call her even when you have nothing to tell her in particular. Need not be sweet nothings but just a call to ask how she's doing will definitely bring a smile to her face. And no matter how busy a woman is, she will always make time for the man she loves. If she's genuinely busy, she will call you back. Trust me!
- Spend a day of doing nothing. It's not about the swanky parties or expensive dinners, it's all about the quality time. The together time. The "Snug" time.
- Appreciate the little things she does. If you know she's more forgiving of you than she really should be, acknowledge that.
- Let her know she's not being taken for granted.
- Ex-girlfriends for friends is cool. Ex-girlfriends for confidante is NOT COOL at all.
- Reinstating point 1, hug her from behind. The closeness is usually unsurpassable.
- Compliment on how she looks. You do not need to lie. If the radioactive green is ugly, tell her maybe ruby red is better BUT she's got either nice shoes or hair though. I'm sure there's something you can compliment on. She doesn't need to know she's the prettiest girl in the universe but she needs to know she's beautiful in YOUR eyes.
- Run your hands through her hair. Smell her.
- She wants you to know she's the best thing that ever happened to you and you need to recognise that.
- Tell her what you're thinking even though you aren't even sure what you're thinking.
Lastly, if you love her, tell her... But only if you really mean it.
- A hug from nowhere. Even if all you wanted to do is to sleep or get on with other things in life, taking that extra 10 seconds to hug the love of your life will mean more than the world to her.
- Call her even when you have nothing to tell her in particular. Need not be sweet nothings but just a call to ask how she's doing will definitely bring a smile to her face. And no matter how busy a woman is, she will always make time for the man she loves. If she's genuinely busy, she will call you back. Trust me!
- Spend a day of doing nothing. It's not about the swanky parties or expensive dinners, it's all about the quality time. The together time. The "Snug" time.
- Appreciate the little things she does. If you know she's more forgiving of you than she really should be, acknowledge that.
- Let her know she's not being taken for granted.
- Ex-girlfriends for friends is cool. Ex-girlfriends for confidante is NOT COOL at all.
- Reinstating point 1, hug her from behind. The closeness is usually unsurpassable.
- Compliment on how she looks. You do not need to lie. If the radioactive green is ugly, tell her maybe ruby red is better BUT she's got either nice shoes or hair though. I'm sure there's something you can compliment on. She doesn't need to know she's the prettiest girl in the universe but she needs to know she's beautiful in YOUR eyes.
- Run your hands through her hair. Smell her.
- She wants you to know she's the best thing that ever happened to you and you need to recognise that.
- Tell her what you're thinking even though you aren't even sure what you're thinking.
Lastly, if you love her, tell her... But only if you really mean it.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Earth Hour
Since young, I've been encouraged to be more environmentally friendly and even went home from school one day, forcing my parents to buy a CFC-free fridge. In every little way I can, I try in my mini might to do what I can. Being absolutely truthful, I'm not an angel and I'm not one who would go all out to do something big to make THE sort of difference. Though genuinely touched by marketing one-liners like, "The earth belongs to all of us..." etc, I've never been able to proactively campaign for any "Save The Earth" movement.
Here comes the chance for all of us to do something. I can't guarantee that I'll do that but I'll try. I'm sure many of you would have heard of Earth Hour organised by World Wildlife Fund. Whereever you are, just turn off your lights. Details as follows:
Date: 28th March 2009 Saturday
Time: 8.30 to 9.30pm Local time
You will not be the only idiot dining in the dark for 1 hour. World class landmarks will also join in this protest to vote for earth. In 2008, buildings like Empire State Building in New York City, Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, Sydney Opera House, London City Hall and the Colosseum in Rome, amng many others turned off all their non-essential lighting during the last Saturday of March 2008 between 8.30-9.30pm. this is not too difficult and let's hope we can do out bit for the land we live on. It's like paying rental but only this, happens just once a year.
Here comes the chance for all of us to do something. I can't guarantee that I'll do that but I'll try. I'm sure many of you would have heard of Earth Hour organised by World Wildlife Fund. Whereever you are, just turn off your lights. Details as follows:
Date: 28th March 2009 Saturday
Time: 8.30 to 9.30pm Local time
You will not be the only idiot dining in the dark for 1 hour. World class landmarks will also join in this protest to vote for earth. In 2008, buildings like Empire State Building in New York City, Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, Sydney Opera House, London City Hall and the Colosseum in Rome, amng many others turned off all their non-essential lighting during the last Saturday of March 2008 between 8.30-9.30pm. this is not too difficult and let's hope we can do out bit for the land we live on. It's like paying rental but only this, happens just once a year.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Life in Snugathology
Was trying to sound smart and at the same time, was deciphering life. While trying to recall how the song Beautiful Boy by John Jennon goes, I stumbled on the lyrics and in which, this is quotable "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." As I thought it might be useful to some people around me, I came up with my very own quote about life and what I think of it.
"Life is what life brings us when life is what we bring to life."
A little along the line of "Do unto others what you want others to do unto you..."
What is life to you?
To me, only when you give, you receive. When you're ready to receive, just keep your arms open and things will fall into place. Or so I believe...
"Life is what life brings us when life is what we bring to life."
A little along the line of "Do unto others what you want others to do unto you..."
What is life to you?
To me, only when you give, you receive. When you're ready to receive, just keep your arms open and things will fall into place. Or so I believe...
Ignorance Is Bliss?
In response to glamourous tai tais with their cheating husbands, I maintained that probably what you don't know will not hurt you. After seeing and hearing more than enough episodes to compile to have my own local version of 真情 (The longest running Hong Kong TVB serial), I can't say the same anymore. Coupled with the unimaginable, inexplicable ability that most women and some men have - The sixth sense. Many times, it's more than merely twitching eyelid, be it left or right, the physical reaction extends to heart palpitation, intense perspiration and short breaths.
Whatever happened to "knowing your enemies (知己知彼)"? With the advantage of information, one could fight a battle fully aware of the potential danger and Achilles' Heel of your enemy, hence, the chances of winning a battle rises exponentially. In a situation where the enemy doesn't attack, would ignorance been a better strategy than true schemes? The fear of knowing some things might happen might be worse than the actual battle itself. Take my only ever bungee jump in my lifetime, I was elevated via a creaky crane. Looking down through the seemingly weak platform with holes to allow one to see their way right down, created the best fear factor for me. I was nudged off the edge of the platform because I didn't had the courage to take the leap. All I could remember of the jump after that was the continuous scream on my way down and semi-permanent wrinkles that lasted for a few hours all because my facial features were squashed up by my scream during the jump. The anticipation of the jump was insane. I couldn't imagine what went through the heads of suicide victims when they were standing on the corner of the ledge.
If you're someone who believes in ignorance being the ultimate bliss like what I used to believe, what if one fine day, you stumbled upon packs of lies built on your foundation of your years of bliss, would the pain be any lesser than the little pains put together over the years which you could at some point in time be in control of your life and choose the life you want to lead? But of course, these are things we can't quantify, neither would I attempt you. No one has the absolute answer for such things. Some people even live in denial to prevent feeling the pain. But who is to say this person never shed a tear before bedtime. Is ignorance bliss for you?
Whatever happened to "knowing your enemies (知己知彼)"? With the advantage of information, one could fight a battle fully aware of the potential danger and Achilles' Heel of your enemy, hence, the chances of winning a battle rises exponentially. In a situation where the enemy doesn't attack, would ignorance been a better strategy than true schemes? The fear of knowing some things might happen might be worse than the actual battle itself. Take my only ever bungee jump in my lifetime, I was elevated via a creaky crane. Looking down through the seemingly weak platform with holes to allow one to see their way right down, created the best fear factor for me. I was nudged off the edge of the platform because I didn't had the courage to take the leap. All I could remember of the jump after that was the continuous scream on my way down and semi-permanent wrinkles that lasted for a few hours all because my facial features were squashed up by my scream during the jump. The anticipation of the jump was insane. I couldn't imagine what went through the heads of suicide victims when they were standing on the corner of the ledge.
If you're someone who believes in ignorance being the ultimate bliss like what I used to believe, what if one fine day, you stumbled upon packs of lies built on your foundation of your years of bliss, would the pain be any lesser than the little pains put together over the years which you could at some point in time be in control of your life and choose the life you want to lead? But of course, these are things we can't quantify, neither would I attempt you. No one has the absolute answer for such things. Some people even live in denial to prevent feeling the pain. But who is to say this person never shed a tear before bedtime. Is ignorance bliss for you?
Monday, March 23, 2009
Snake & Ladder
How would we usually describe our partners whom we marry or plan to marry? - A friend? A companion? A lover? A parent to the kids? Family? Best friend?
At times when you're thankful for having someone who speaks your language, who understands the alien-glish that you speak, then you start to wonder if this is someone you can share your deeper thoughts and darker secrets. To be fair, everyone has their untouchable piece that only belongs to only themselves. That is one piece that we should not attempt to pry open nor seek entry permission. When a door is ready, the door will open so prying doesn't help. In my opinion, prying will only scar the door frame.
But I suppose what seems like a door readily available to you is actually by invitation only. What that could potentially be a practical joke is that the person retaining and holding onto the key is someone you'd love to hate. And you start to wonder, which part of the "snake and ladder" game you're actually at. When you feel that you keep sliding back to square one but yet on good dice throws, you get so much nearer to safe ground, this is a game you love but hate to love.
My turn to throw the dice again...
At times when you're thankful for having someone who speaks your language, who understands the alien-glish that you speak, then you start to wonder if this is someone you can share your deeper thoughts and darker secrets. To be fair, everyone has their untouchable piece that only belongs to only themselves. That is one piece that we should not attempt to pry open nor seek entry permission. When a door is ready, the door will open so prying doesn't help. In my opinion, prying will only scar the door frame.
But I suppose what seems like a door readily available to you is actually by invitation only. What that could potentially be a practical joke is that the person retaining and holding onto the key is someone you'd love to hate. And you start to wonder, which part of the "snake and ladder" game you're actually at. When you feel that you keep sliding back to square one but yet on good dice throws, you get so much nearer to safe ground, this is a game you love but hate to love.
My turn to throw the dice again...
Friday, March 20, 2009
Trauma? Nah... F*** it.
It's been a week of trauma and I hope it's coming to an end.
Part of the nightmare was tax-related and my life was greatly inconvenienced. This episode should come to a close real soon and my fingers are all crossed. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise, procrastination has turned into real action and I can finally close this chapter and move forward. And on top of this, I might also have unknowingly solved some problems I'll be anticipating in the next few months.
Although I'm usually very expressive in my own way regarding emotions and things happening around me, most people wouldn't have a clue what exactly I'm talking about on my blog but in life, I'm just very real and straightforward. Many times, I stepped on others' tails because I thought, "well, since I've got nothing to hide." Truth is, we can trust no one with our own thoughts. As much as I'm trying to stay away from "toxic" zone, I'm still troubled but who we can call our friends.
You also start to pity people who accuse others and still can't make up their mind. Let's just say Big Black Wolf wrapped up in his latest fleece coat came to Little Rabbit one day and started accusing Little Bunny and said, "Why dun you find out yourself from your own boyfriend first before accusing..." and when Little Rabbit did by calling Penguin in her sleepy stupor because it was 2.45am, our Big Black Wolf started blaming Little Rabbit for running to her boyfriend for everything. True friends are those who bothers to find out the whole truth before judging but unfortunately, from one episode, too much too little of human nature were revealed. As trusting as one may be, the door shuts.
As I always tell Xiao Hong with regards to people's reaction to very loud and straightforward people, if they can't appreciate, we can't change their point of view. If they choose to believe what is painted as a beautiful picture, you can only wish them luck.
I used to hate to be wronged. I still do. But from such situations especially as you grow older, you see people's true colours.
Part of the nightmare was tax-related and my life was greatly inconvenienced. This episode should come to a close real soon and my fingers are all crossed. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise, procrastination has turned into real action and I can finally close this chapter and move forward. And on top of this, I might also have unknowingly solved some problems I'll be anticipating in the next few months.
Although I'm usually very expressive in my own way regarding emotions and things happening around me, most people wouldn't have a clue what exactly I'm talking about on my blog but in life, I'm just very real and straightforward. Many times, I stepped on others' tails because I thought, "well, since I've got nothing to hide." Truth is, we can trust no one with our own thoughts. As much as I'm trying to stay away from "toxic" zone, I'm still troubled but who we can call our friends.
You also start to pity people who accuse others and still can't make up their mind. Let's just say Big Black Wolf wrapped up in his latest fleece coat came to Little Rabbit one day and started accusing Little Bunny and said, "Why dun you find out yourself from your own boyfriend first before accusing..." and when Little Rabbit did by calling Penguin in her sleepy stupor because it was 2.45am, our Big Black Wolf started blaming Little Rabbit for running to her boyfriend for everything. True friends are those who bothers to find out the whole truth before judging but unfortunately, from one episode, too much too little of human nature were revealed. As trusting as one may be, the door shuts.
As I always tell Xiao Hong with regards to people's reaction to very loud and straightforward people, if they can't appreciate, we can't change their point of view. If they choose to believe what is painted as a beautiful picture, you can only wish them luck.
I used to hate to be wronged. I still do. But from such situations especially as you grow older, you see people's true colours.
Friday, March 13, 2009
It's A Chicken. No! Dinosaur! No... Peacock?
Taken from one of the trips to the Bird Park. Loads of fun and laughter. This picture still makes me smile...
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Cankles and Cankles
The extensive talk about cankles with The Playground cracked me up on a low Thursday. As usual, our resident A&E Quack with his odd sense of humour opened a can of gossipy worms. We know of some people's fetishes with certain body parts but cankles is a totally different ball game altogether. Before I get whipped back to hell, I shouldn't go on making fun of people because I still want my ankles. I can't imagine the day that I put on so much weight till I have trouble locating them... I dread!
Anyway, on the topic of body parts, I wonder if there is a part that particularly attracts a person more than any other body parts. Some people are attracted to eyes, neck, chest hair and to most boys, the choices are limited to 3 - legs, ass or boobs. The "I like the whole package" doesn't quite work with me and it's not convincing at all. So, share with me what do you see in a girl/guy? It is true of course that we will still look at the whole package of the person before we reach a conclusion but fact is we are trained to focus on certains parts that are either exceptionally pleasing or enough training or experience, there might just be one particular part that draws you more than the rest.
I remember vividly that on Moody Penguin's first trip to Sepang and during those times, we were still platonic friends. Over the walkie (in an attempt to stay awake), Shameless Trackie and myself were trying to get an answer from him so we drilled, "Legs, Ass or Boobs?" He couldn't give me an answer which I was exasperated so I kept pressing on. At some point in time, when he was so sick and tired of my in-built broken recorder-styled interrogation, he did blurt "legs..." Pretty obviously, I'm not a leggy person and he wouldn't have wanted that quality from me because I haven't got it but I'm sure legs still turn his eyes and still catches your attention. So I reckon these are probably not qualities you look for in your partner but what makes you look twice. But of course, if only I have long slender smooth legs...
But if you were to turn the tables and ask me that question, I genuinely have no clear answer but I always love nice and sincere eyes. They can be big or small, double-lid or slant, brown or black. The eyes is a part that can't lie. As good as a liar someone may be, he will inevitably let out some clues if he/she were to look into your eyes. I believe it is a direct window to the conscience but whether we don the capability to decipher it, is a totally different story altogether.
Legs, ass or boobs? Cankles?
Anyway, on the topic of body parts, I wonder if there is a part that particularly attracts a person more than any other body parts. Some people are attracted to eyes, neck, chest hair and to most boys, the choices are limited to 3 - legs, ass or boobs. The "I like the whole package" doesn't quite work with me and it's not convincing at all. So, share with me what do you see in a girl/guy? It is true of course that we will still look at the whole package of the person before we reach a conclusion but fact is we are trained to focus on certains parts that are either exceptionally pleasing or enough training or experience, there might just be one particular part that draws you more than the rest.
I remember vividly that on Moody Penguin's first trip to Sepang and during those times, we were still platonic friends. Over the walkie (in an attempt to stay awake), Shameless Trackie and myself were trying to get an answer from him so we drilled, "Legs, Ass or Boobs?" He couldn't give me an answer which I was exasperated so I kept pressing on. At some point in time, when he was so sick and tired of my in-built broken recorder-styled interrogation, he did blurt "legs..." Pretty obviously, I'm not a leggy person and he wouldn't have wanted that quality from me because I haven't got it but I'm sure legs still turn his eyes and still catches your attention. So I reckon these are probably not qualities you look for in your partner but what makes you look twice. But of course, if only I have long slender smooth legs...
But if you were to turn the tables and ask me that question, I genuinely have no clear answer but I always love nice and sincere eyes. They can be big or small, double-lid or slant, brown or black. The eyes is a part that can't lie. As good as a liar someone may be, he will inevitably let out some clues if he/she were to look into your eyes. I believe it is a direct window to the conscience but whether we don the capability to decipher it, is a totally different story altogether.
Legs, ass or boobs? Cankles?
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
New Creation's New Creation
New Creation Church raised $19 million in less than 24 hours.
Firstly, I can't wait to see the building up soon. Then we won't have to attend services in the 3rd overflow room anymore. Rejoice!
My main purpose for this entry is not actually to talk about how much the church managed to raise to fund the new premise which I do not deny in itself, it is a huge blessing.
What scared me was a comment in the article - Graduate student Huang Wei Hsuan, 26, who is not a member of the church, felt that part of the funds could be used to "help those who are really in need, instead of being fully used to construct a new building".
As a 26 year old graduate student, she can actually be oblivious to what actually causes the economy to move and pick up again. If funds are always going to the needy, economy will never pick up and more people will join the ranks of the needy. I'm not saying we shouldn't help them but projects of such, should be carried out because such injections creates employment. The very basic of economics. Do you know how many jobs such a project will create and how money will grow money? In fact if Singapore can have 20 of projects of this scale, I can almost guarantee you, recession will be over sooner than you think.
Please remember only in good times, people are more willing to give. And during bad times, it's not because we're unwillingly but because we have lost the ability to. We should be focused on regaining the ability to give than to fault people for not giving.
For myself, I had to reduce my contributions to my sponsored child and I know that it isn't fair to him at all. But when it comes to my own survival, I did what I could. I have continued to sponsor him albeit with a smaller amount as compared to the usual monthly contribution I did previously. But I too hope the economy can pick up and I can continue to give what I used to or even more.
Much of our younger generations should open their eyes and not be so narrow minded. Please do not get me wrong that I'm trying to defend my own church. Everyone has a right to judge for what they see. To me, I just gave with a willing heart. But you have to have the right knowledge to be objective. I think great leaders have their reasons to ask the people to go out and spend...
Firstly, I can't wait to see the building up soon. Then we won't have to attend services in the 3rd overflow room anymore. Rejoice!
My main purpose for this entry is not actually to talk about how much the church managed to raise to fund the new premise which I do not deny in itself, it is a huge blessing.
What scared me was a comment in the article - Graduate student Huang Wei Hsuan, 26, who is not a member of the church, felt that part of the funds could be used to "help those who are really in need, instead of being fully used to construct a new building".
As a 26 year old graduate student, she can actually be oblivious to what actually causes the economy to move and pick up again. If funds are always going to the needy, economy will never pick up and more people will join the ranks of the needy. I'm not saying we shouldn't help them but projects of such, should be carried out because such injections creates employment. The very basic of economics. Do you know how many jobs such a project will create and how money will grow money? In fact if Singapore can have 20 of projects of this scale, I can almost guarantee you, recession will be over sooner than you think.
Please remember only in good times, people are more willing to give. And during bad times, it's not because we're unwillingly but because we have lost the ability to. We should be focused on regaining the ability to give than to fault people for not giving.
For myself, I had to reduce my contributions to my sponsored child and I know that it isn't fair to him at all. But when it comes to my own survival, I did what I could. I have continued to sponsor him albeit with a smaller amount as compared to the usual monthly contribution I did previously. But I too hope the economy can pick up and I can continue to give what I used to or even more.
Much of our younger generations should open their eyes and not be so narrow minded. Please do not get me wrong that I'm trying to defend my own church. Everyone has a right to judge for what they see. To me, I just gave with a willing heart. But you have to have the right knowledge to be objective. I think great leaders have their reasons to ask the people to go out and spend...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
You & Me Baby We're Nothing But Mammals
The song got stuck in my head since Moody Penguin brought this Bloodhound Gang song back from many years back. Somehow, you never quite forget how to sing it and before I knew it, I was singing to it with him. This is besides the point.
How many times have you found your innate animal instinct take over you? I tend to think that it's more than we can imagine. People get into fights everyday which could be in one way or another intruding into one another's territory although more often with human beings, territory can be defined in the most modern way and not just the physical space intrusion.
If you're a guy, you might be trembling with the thought that female praying mantis' eats/chews/bites her partner before, during and after the conception leaving the male mantis trying his best to stay alive. However, in most cases, the male specie will often be the more active hunter. Funny enough, when you dangle food right in front of them, they might just be totally uninterested. But ironically, the female specie are often caught serving the food even when not asked for. Does that in anyway makes the female specie less attractive and in modern human terms, be taken for granted?
How many times have you found your innate animal instinct take over you? I tend to think that it's more than we can imagine. People get into fights everyday which could be in one way or another intruding into one another's territory although more often with human beings, territory can be defined in the most modern way and not just the physical space intrusion.
If you're a guy, you might be trembling with the thought that female praying mantis' eats/chews/bites her partner before, during and after the conception leaving the male mantis trying his best to stay alive. However, in most cases, the male specie will often be the more active hunter. Funny enough, when you dangle food right in front of them, they might just be totally uninterested. But ironically, the female specie are often caught serving the food even when not asked for. Does that in anyway makes the female specie less attractive and in modern human terms, be taken for granted?
Monday, March 09, 2009
Get To Know Yourself Better
Self discovery quizzes never fails to intrigue me and I've never gotten so stumped by any analysis more than the more below.
Your view on yourself:
You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love:
You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.
Your views on education:
You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.
The right job for you:
You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.
How do you view success:
Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.
What are you most afraid of:
You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.
Who is your true self:
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.
Do yours now.
Your view on yourself:
You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love:
You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.
Your views on education:
You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.
The right job for you:
You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.
How do you view success:
Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.
What are you most afraid of:
You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.
Who is your true self:
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.
Do yours now.
Concert Goers vs Concert Etiquette?
Daftbitch flew back last Wednesday and got really distressed with the flight changes because she had to be back for Jason Mraz' concert in Singapore on Thursday. This is one concert I'd really love to attend but I didn't. For someone with all his albums in the car's CD changer, I really appreciated his music but not quite a die-hard fan. Having watched his clips on YouTube, this man is an absolutely awesome live performer.
Over the weekend, I managed to catch some short clips people posted taken of the concert. Before I go on, you might think I'm saying this because of sour grapes but it's not. I just wanted to share my views on my observations. Most of the clips I saw had enthusiastic concert goers singing along with Jason Mraz who was doing his live gig. It seems almost like karaoke and I felt that concert goers weren't appreciating the live act. The difference between paying to watch him live because it's live and you're not gonna hear the same thing on the CDs. Then again, I must admit had I attended the concert on Thursday, I'd sing along too if the mood was right and true enough, I wasn't there to gauge. But that wasn't my point. Is it something about Singaporeans that we need to participate and sing along and can't just appreciate a concert for what it is. As concert goers, should be observe some kind of etiquette or decorum? I'm not an angel and definitely not a Stomper. But it also acts as a review on myself when I catch myself singing along when someone else is trying to appreciate his/her music. I'm definitely guilty of disrupting someone else's music or appreciation of other form of arts but what I'm trying to bring forward is the extra bit of consciousness in sparing a thought for others during public shows like these.
If you need to flame and blast at me, go ahead. I will approve every comment with no reservations.
Over the weekend, I managed to catch some short clips people posted taken of the concert. Before I go on, you might think I'm saying this because of sour grapes but it's not. I just wanted to share my views on my observations. Most of the clips I saw had enthusiastic concert goers singing along with Jason Mraz who was doing his live gig. It seems almost like karaoke and I felt that concert goers weren't appreciating the live act. The difference between paying to watch him live because it's live and you're not gonna hear the same thing on the CDs. Then again, I must admit had I attended the concert on Thursday, I'd sing along too if the mood was right and true enough, I wasn't there to gauge. But that wasn't my point. Is it something about Singaporeans that we need to participate and sing along and can't just appreciate a concert for what it is. As concert goers, should be observe some kind of etiquette or decorum? I'm not an angel and definitely not a Stomper. But it also acts as a review on myself when I catch myself singing along when someone else is trying to appreciate his/her music. I'm definitely guilty of disrupting someone else's music or appreciation of other form of arts but what I'm trying to bring forward is the extra bit of consciousness in sparing a thought for others during public shows like these.
If you need to flame and blast at me, go ahead. I will approve every comment with no reservations.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Have You Ever Told Your Woman...
It is often viewed that women are more emotionally expressive than men. I was listening to Bryan Adam's "Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman" this morning and started to think of the songs sung/written by both sexes. It surprised me that it was easier to find men churning out really emotional songs as compared to the women. It might just be the skill of song writing or that women express their emotions in a different way. Admittedly, I'm an extremely emotional person but expressing it, is a totally different ballgame altogether. There are no standard rules to this game. At times, I never let them run out of my protection, other times, I just let it all go only to have them come back and bite me real hard.
I don't know if I can ever have someone love me so much or to express their love in such magnitude and flow. That said, I'm a happy girl because I know what I already have and I'm not asking for more. Like a young shoot, given the seasons/time and the right climate, it will only grow exponentially. With that bit more patience and care, some things might just grow out of your initial expectations. Sometimes it's tough to express but it's important to feel it in the right place.
To really love a woman, to understand her
You gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought, see every dream
And give her wings when she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman
You tell her, that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
'Cuz she needs somebody
To tell her that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really
Really, really ever loved a woman?
To really love a woman, let her hold you
Till you know how she needs to be touched
You've gotta breathe her, really taste her
Till you can feel her in your blood
And when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman
You tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
'Cuz she needs somebody
To tell her that you'll always be together
So tell me have you ever really
Really, really ever loved a woman?
You've got to give her some faith, hold her tight
A little tenderness, you gotta treat her right
She will be there for you, taking good care of you
You really gotta love your woman
And when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman
You tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
'Cuz she needs somebody
To tell her that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really
Really, really ever loved a woman?
If only more men have that songwriter in them and express it in written or spoken words, their women would be willing to just be there for them, no matter what. It's not about not knowing but the power of expression shouldn't be overlooked and undermined.
I don't know if I can ever have someone love me so much or to express their love in such magnitude and flow. That said, I'm a happy girl because I know what I already have and I'm not asking for more. Like a young shoot, given the seasons/time and the right climate, it will only grow exponentially. With that bit more patience and care, some things might just grow out of your initial expectations. Sometimes it's tough to express but it's important to feel it in the right place.
To really love a woman, to understand her
You gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought, see every dream
And give her wings when she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman
You tell her, that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
'Cuz she needs somebody
To tell her that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really
Really, really ever loved a woman?
To really love a woman, let her hold you
Till you know how she needs to be touched
You've gotta breathe her, really taste her
Till you can feel her in your blood
And when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman
You tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
'Cuz she needs somebody
To tell her that you'll always be together
So tell me have you ever really
Really, really ever loved a woman?
You've got to give her some faith, hold her tight
A little tenderness, you gotta treat her right
She will be there for you, taking good care of you
You really gotta love your woman
And when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman
You tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
'Cuz she needs somebody
To tell her that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really
Really, really ever loved a woman?
If only more men have that songwriter in them and express it in written or spoken words, their women would be willing to just be there for them, no matter what. It's not about not knowing but the power of expression shouldn't be overlooked and undermined.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
I'm A Toys' R Us Kid
Feeling nostalgic. I wonder how many of you here can relate to this song.
I think it goes like this...
I don't wanna grow up
I'm a Toys' R Us kid
There's a million toys at Toys R' Us that I can play with
From bikes and planes to video games
I just wanna be a Toys' R Us kid
I can still remember Geoffrey the giraffe mascot and every weekend, when I visited my Grandma, I'd wanna go to the gigantic Toys' R Us at Marine Parade. But because we could barely afford the toys, I never wanted much but merely taking a walk in there and get out feeling happier.
My last trip to Toys' R Us was actually in 07/08 Winter, NYC. I was fascinated by the ferris wheel in the shop and Wii was just launched. So I was contemplating if I should indulge myself. At any age, I suppose they'd have something you'd wanna bring home - Be it Transformers (I've never had any Barbie doll by the way) or the game consoles nowadays, there's always a kid in us that they can attract.
I think it goes like this...
I don't wanna grow up
I'm a Toys' R Us kid
There's a million toys at Toys R' Us that I can play with
From bikes and planes to video games
I just wanna be a Toys' R Us kid
I can still remember Geoffrey the giraffe mascot and every weekend, when I visited my Grandma, I'd wanna go to the gigantic Toys' R Us at Marine Parade. But because we could barely afford the toys, I never wanted much but merely taking a walk in there and get out feeling happier.
My last trip to Toys' R Us was actually in 07/08 Winter, NYC. I was fascinated by the ferris wheel in the shop and Wii was just launched. So I was contemplating if I should indulge myself. At any age, I suppose they'd have something you'd wanna bring home - Be it Transformers (I've never had any Barbie doll by the way) or the game consoles nowadays, there's always a kid in us that they can attract.
Shoots And Ladders / Korn - Huh?
Took this off Fatshark Guru aka Pui Pui-est's blog... Now that I'm back on public transport, the iPod is back in action!
Rules of the game.
1. Put your iTunes on "shuffle".
2. For each question, skip to the next song to get your answer. You must use the title of that song as your answer, no matter how silly it may sound.
3. Tag at least 10 friends who might enjoy doing this, as well as the person who tagged you. (Not tagging but I guess at least 10 of you will read this...)
4. Tag someone you think has good shit on iPod
5. Tag someone whose music you dunno about
1. What would you say if someone were to say, "Is this o.k.?"
I Don't Feel Like Dancing / Scissors Sisters
2. What do you like in a guy / girl?
Ye Zi (Leaf) / Ah Sang
3. How do you feel today?
Raining Men / Geri Halliwell (Where? Where?)
4. What is your life's purpose?
Did My Time / Korn (Don't I Sound Jaded?)
5. What is your motto?
Yi Ge Ren Shui (Sleeping Alone) / Karen Mok (Just Sleeping Will Do... Really.)
6. What do your friends think of you?
I've Got The World On A String / Michael Bublé (This is interesting!)
7. What do you think of your parents?
Stay On The Road / Corrinne May
8. What do you often think about?
Here To Stay / Korn
9. What is 2 + 2?
Never Had A Dream / S Club 7
10. What do you think of your best friend?
Cai Hong (Rainbow) / MayDay (Question is, who's the best friend?)
11. What do you think of the person you like?
Fly Away / Corrinne May
12. What is your life story?
Just Another Day / Jon Secada
13. What do you want to be when you grow up?
Superwoman / Cao Ge (Haha! Incredible! I think I do, just in a different way from Marvel)
14. What comes to mind when you see the person you like?
Coming Home Baby / Michael Bublé
15. What do your parents think of you?
What Child Is This / Corrinne May (I swear I didn't come up with this...)
16. What will you dance to at your wedding?
I Could Fall In Love - Selena (Actually I Might...)
17. What will they play at your funeral?
What I Want / Daughtry (It's all about me, right?)
18. What is your hobby / interest?
Promiscuous Girl / Nelly Furtado (Haha! This made me laugh...)
19. What do you think of your friends?
She's The One / Robbie Williams (How many friends do I actually have?)
20. What is the worst that could happen?
Joy To The World / Corrinne May
21. How will you die?
Learn To Fly / Foo Fighters (I never knew I have ever aspired to be a pilot but well..)
22. What is the one thing you regret most?
Push Up On Me / Rihanna (Good gracious... I was thinking of wonder bras and how they push me up and I hated it!)
23. What makes you laugh?
Venus / Bananarama
24. What makes you cry?
Over You / Daughtry
25. Will you ever get married?
Torn / Natalie Imbruglia
26. What scares you the most?
Hark The Herald Angels Sing / Corrinne May
27. Does anyone like you?
What About Now / Daughtry
28. If you could go back in time, what would you change?
Wo Men De Ai (Our Love) / F.I.R
29. What hurts right now?
Say It Isn't So / Bon Jovi
30. What will you post this as?
Shoots And Ladders / Korn
Rules of the game.
1. Put your iTunes on "shuffle".
2. For each question, skip to the next song to get your answer. You must use the title of that song as your answer, no matter how silly it may sound.
3. Tag at least 10 friends who might enjoy doing this, as well as the person who tagged you. (Not tagging but I guess at least 10 of you will read this...)
4. Tag someone you think has good shit on iPod
5. Tag someone whose music you dunno about
1. What would you say if someone were to say, "Is this o.k.?"
I Don't Feel Like Dancing / Scissors Sisters
2. What do you like in a guy / girl?
Ye Zi (Leaf) / Ah Sang
3. How do you feel today?
Raining Men / Geri Halliwell (Where? Where?)
4. What is your life's purpose?
Did My Time / Korn (Don't I Sound Jaded?)
5. What is your motto?
Yi Ge Ren Shui (Sleeping Alone) / Karen Mok (Just Sleeping Will Do... Really.)
6. What do your friends think of you?
I've Got The World On A String / Michael Bublé (This is interesting!)
7. What do you think of your parents?
Stay On The Road / Corrinne May
8. What do you often think about?
Here To Stay / Korn
9. What is 2 + 2?
Never Had A Dream / S Club 7
10. What do you think of your best friend?
Cai Hong (Rainbow) / MayDay (Question is, who's the best friend?)
11. What do you think of the person you like?
Fly Away / Corrinne May
12. What is your life story?
Just Another Day / Jon Secada
13. What do you want to be when you grow up?
Superwoman / Cao Ge (Haha! Incredible! I think I do, just in a different way from Marvel)
14. What comes to mind when you see the person you like?
Coming Home Baby / Michael Bublé
15. What do your parents think of you?
What Child Is This / Corrinne May (I swear I didn't come up with this...)
16. What will you dance to at your wedding?
I Could Fall In Love - Selena (Actually I Might...)
17. What will they play at your funeral?
What I Want / Daughtry (It's all about me, right?)
18. What is your hobby / interest?
Promiscuous Girl / Nelly Furtado (Haha! This made me laugh...)
19. What do you think of your friends?
She's The One / Robbie Williams (How many friends do I actually have?)
20. What is the worst that could happen?
Joy To The World / Corrinne May
21. How will you die?
Learn To Fly / Foo Fighters (I never knew I have ever aspired to be a pilot but well..)
22. What is the one thing you regret most?
Push Up On Me / Rihanna (Good gracious... I was thinking of wonder bras and how they push me up and I hated it!)
23. What makes you laugh?
Venus / Bananarama
24. What makes you cry?
Over You / Daughtry
25. Will you ever get married?
Torn / Natalie Imbruglia
26. What scares you the most?
Hark The Herald Angels Sing / Corrinne May
27. Does anyone like you?
What About Now / Daughtry
28. If you could go back in time, what would you change?
Wo Men De Ai (Our Love) / F.I.R
29. What hurts right now?
Say It Isn't So / Bon Jovi
30. What will you post this as?
Shoots And Ladders / Korn
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Dream Home
These couple of weeks/months have been filled with people who bought houses, buying houses and planning to buy houses. Childhood friend bought his nest a while ago before taking the plunge recently but his Mom reminded me during the dinner, "you must have a house first before you can step into a marriage or else you might end up with no where to stay". True enough, considering the fact that I don't plan to live with my parents or in-laws. I've always stood by the age old belief that it's easy to get along with others when you meet occassionally but not when you're living together and see one another every single day. To keep everything simple and nice, it's only best to be on your own. Ideally, not be too far away from the parents and in-laws as they can always pop by to have a look when you're away or when the kids need to run to someone when there's no parent at home.
Daftbitch is funnier with her version of getting her in-laws involved. It basically involves the in laws covering a huge chunk of the house that is going to guarantee her kids to good schools within that 2km radius so these couple of months, she's been hunting high and low but what really tickles me is that someone who is as crazy as myself (if not, worse) as Daftbitch, is worried over the most nitty gritty when it comes to her house. Well, I guess if you're talking about your little nest, all that may seem insignificant, actually really matters. I would imagine myself to be even more fussy and anal when it comes to my turn.
I know of a few couples who just settles for whatever/whereever HDB "blesses" them with or whatever that comes along the way. Others are happy living with their in-laws because of unique situations where more often, it involves an unplanned little one. If given a choice, my house would be cosy. (Read: Small)
Having big spaces isn't really an issue for me although a nice view would serenade me every evening. As long as the house has its bare necessity (which includes a wardrobe, a fully functional kitchen, a family room, a bedroom, etc), size really doesn't matter. Smaller spaces will also mean an easier job when it comes to cleaning up. By the way, answering some of the voices, small is not equivalent to cramp.
More importantly, home is made up of the people and not the sheer space. Although it would be nice if things are made comfortable, without it, life still goes on. A home is what you make out of the house. Having said that, the way the place is gonna be done up will need special attention. As long as it's cosy with the right occupants...
Daftbitch is funnier with her version of getting her in-laws involved. It basically involves the in laws covering a huge chunk of the house that is going to guarantee her kids to good schools within that 2km radius so these couple of months, she's been hunting high and low but what really tickles me is that someone who is as crazy as myself (if not, worse) as Daftbitch, is worried over the most nitty gritty when it comes to her house. Well, I guess if you're talking about your little nest, all that may seem insignificant, actually really matters. I would imagine myself to be even more fussy and anal when it comes to my turn.
I know of a few couples who just settles for whatever/whereever HDB "blesses" them with or whatever that comes along the way. Others are happy living with their in-laws because of unique situations where more often, it involves an unplanned little one. If given a choice, my house would be cosy. (Read: Small)
Having big spaces isn't really an issue for me although a nice view would serenade me every evening. As long as the house has its bare necessity (which includes a wardrobe, a fully functional kitchen, a family room, a bedroom, etc), size really doesn't matter. Smaller spaces will also mean an easier job when it comes to cleaning up. By the way, answering some of the voices, small is not equivalent to cramp.
More importantly, home is made up of the people and not the sheer space. Although it would be nice if things are made comfortable, without it, life still goes on. A home is what you make out of the house. Having said that, the way the place is gonna be done up will need special attention. As long as it's cosy with the right occupants...
Monday, March 02, 2009
洋葱
I've been listening to this song and can't help relating to the very well written lyrics.
如果你眼神能够为我
片刻的降临
如果你能听到
心碎的声音
沉默的守护著你
沉默的等奇迹
沉默的让自己
像是空气
大家都吃著聊著笑著
今晚多开心
最角落里的我
笑得多合群
盘底的洋葱像我
永远是调味品
偷偷的看著你
偷偷的隐藏著自己
如果你愿意一层一层一层的剥开我的心
你会发现你会讶异
你是我最压抑
最深处的秘密
如果你愿意一层一层一层的剥开我的心
你会鼻酸你会流泪
只要你能听到我
看到我的全心全意
听你说你和你的他们
暧昧的空气
我和我的绝望
装得很风趣
我就样一颗洋葱
永远是配角戏
多希望能与你有一秒
专属的剧情
Most people love and hate onions. Without onions, some foods might not taste half as good but it stinks. Many of my recipes are laced heavily with onions, take for example my clam chowder soup. My idea then was to cook it in such a way kids will still love it and not know it's onions but nowadays, I love them a little less fully sauteed so you get the bits of onion that still retains it's sting.
Some people liken me to an onion I suppose. At times when not prepared right, I leave a bad aftertaste in your mouth but because of the smell, it's not the most presentable dish but with everything else in life, without it, life goes on but may be a little less colourful. Not about to put myself on the altar with onions but I hope to think that I have made a difference.
According to the lyrics of the song, onions are always just a side and never the main. And if someone can take the take away the layers of the onions leading to the heart, you will hear the sincerity.
I have to admit I might not be the most pleasant person you'll meet in your life and I can bet, I don't come anywhere close. But friends who have been friends for a long time, who take the effort to know me better will know who exactly am I. Whether you'd appreciate me for who I am, I can't force that to happen and neither would I. I know there are parts of me that needs refining. I mentioned in my earlier posts that there are things I've seen my Mom doing and I hated it and worst of all, I could identify with the things I do. I'm not about to justify my actions but if it means me changing for the better for my own good, I'll do it but some things just takes time.
If you would take time to peel off the onion layer by layer, getting to know me better slowly, you will find a deeper side of me which I hope you can appreciate.
Childhood Friend
I think it's about 24 years but honestly, I lost count.
Attended my childhood friend's wedding dinner last night at Rasa Sentosa but missed the solemnisation during the earlier part because it was raining cats and dogs and I was desperately trying to find a petrol kiosk to feed Kokoro. It was running really low on Coke... I mean fuel. I get sugar low when I'm Coke deprived so it felt kinda the same.
Seeing his parents brought back some memories. We attended the same kindergarten, same primary school and eventually, same JC. His Dad sent both of us to school every morning during my JC days and he would take 15 minutes to warm up the car. Even then, I was always late. It was until I moved out of that area that we didn't quite keep in contact for a while. It wasn't too long before "Childhood Friend" tried to matchmake me with his friends. Although nothing came out of it, I made some friends and it was fun. With common friends, things kinda drew closer for both of us. I've always appreciated him for making the extra effort to be a friend whereas I just let fate take me to wherever and more often, nowhere.
When I was signing in, wedding helpers asked, "friends from where?" And I went like... "way back when... try childhood friends..." and HEY, I was there as "Childhood Friend". It might seem a little over-reacting but how many people can you actually categorise into childhood friend? He's probably my only childhood friend as far as I can remember! When he acknowledged me in his speech on stage, it was his wedding day mind you, I was slightly embarrassed but was so touched. As much as he always try to be politically correct being the up and coming grassroot leader, I wouldn't even expect anything even if he omitted me out of the speech.
A little anecdote I'd like to share about us during our childhood years. We were 7 and were waiting for the school bus to pick us up. It was after a raining morning and we were accompanied by his Mom and my Grandma. We saw toadstools and he warned me, "these are poisonous so don't step on them." Being the good girl I WAS, I didn't dare go near but I was still curious. So I tried to touch them with the tip of my shoes. Then he exclaimed, "No, the poisonous mushroom will melt your shoe." Man, that scared the hell out of me so I stayed really far away from toadstools until I was like in my teens that I realised they weren't that poisonous afterall and it would take ALOT OF POISON to be melting my Bata away.
Frankly, we're not like best of friends and we don't even have major common groups of friends. But it's part of being there for one another watching the other person hit certain milestones in life, acknowledging the presence of the other person and also your very own presence. These are people who form the skeletal part of your memories, a little like the "Join The Dots" kiddo game where he's part of some of the major dots although he might not be in the actual picture itself most of the times.
To Childhood Friend and you're called so because you're the one and only - I'm truly happy you found yourself a beautiful, sweet bride whom I know will be there for you and support you along the way. We know we'll still be here marking each other's lives along the way. Do know, I hold you very dear as my friend even if we may not have paths that crosses one another's. Congratulations and Happy 28th Birthday!
Attended my childhood friend's wedding dinner last night at Rasa Sentosa but missed the solemnisation during the earlier part because it was raining cats and dogs and I was desperately trying to find a petrol kiosk to feed Kokoro. It was running really low on Coke... I mean fuel. I get sugar low when I'm Coke deprived so it felt kinda the same.
Seeing his parents brought back some memories. We attended the same kindergarten, same primary school and eventually, same JC. His Dad sent both of us to school every morning during my JC days and he would take 15 minutes to warm up the car. Even then, I was always late. It was until I moved out of that area that we didn't quite keep in contact for a while. It wasn't too long before "Childhood Friend" tried to matchmake me with his friends. Although nothing came out of it, I made some friends and it was fun. With common friends, things kinda drew closer for both of us. I've always appreciated him for making the extra effort to be a friend whereas I just let fate take me to wherever and more often, nowhere.
When I was signing in, wedding helpers asked, "friends from where?" And I went like... "way back when... try childhood friends..." and HEY, I was there as "Childhood Friend". It might seem a little over-reacting but how many people can you actually categorise into childhood friend? He's probably my only childhood friend as far as I can remember! When he acknowledged me in his speech on stage, it was his wedding day mind you, I was slightly embarrassed but was so touched. As much as he always try to be politically correct being the up and coming grassroot leader, I wouldn't even expect anything even if he omitted me out of the speech.
A little anecdote I'd like to share about us during our childhood years. We were 7 and were waiting for the school bus to pick us up. It was after a raining morning and we were accompanied by his Mom and my Grandma. We saw toadstools and he warned me, "these are poisonous so don't step on them." Being the good girl I WAS, I didn't dare go near but I was still curious. So I tried to touch them with the tip of my shoes. Then he exclaimed, "No, the poisonous mushroom will melt your shoe." Man, that scared the hell out of me so I stayed really far away from toadstools until I was like in my teens that I realised they weren't that poisonous afterall and it would take ALOT OF POISON to be melting my Bata away.
Frankly, we're not like best of friends and we don't even have major common groups of friends. But it's part of being there for one another watching the other person hit certain milestones in life, acknowledging the presence of the other person and also your very own presence. These are people who form the skeletal part of your memories, a little like the "Join The Dots" kiddo game where he's part of some of the major dots although he might not be in the actual picture itself most of the times.
To Childhood Friend and you're called so because you're the one and only - I'm truly happy you found yourself a beautiful, sweet bride whom I know will be there for you and support you along the way. We know we'll still be here marking each other's lives along the way. Do know, I hold you very dear as my friend even if we may not have paths that crosses one another's. Congratulations and Happy 28th Birthday!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Ants On Fire
The level of worries escalates as the end of the month draw nearer knowing that my fate will be sealed if nothing happens. Being entirely helpless obviously does nothing to a mind that thinks that it has to do a g'zillion things at a time. That said, ironically, the body refuses to move. It is not the lazy bone at work but the thought and hope that things might take its turn, just allows procrastination to take its place. All these will end with the panic that sat in of a sudden and the realisation of how dire the following times can get. Maybe desperation is the only word that can aptly describe the situation.
As much as I think I'm possibly a very unlucky person but somehow, I'm often very blessed with little things in life that will sort itself out when comes crunch time. However, not to test fate and take life for granted, the hunting process for survival must be doubled up. God only help those who help themselves and I'm not about to feed myself with my excuses. Any food within reasonable reach is edible!
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
As much as I think I'm possibly a very unlucky person but somehow, I'm often very blessed with little things in life that will sort itself out when comes crunch time. However, not to test fate and take life for granted, the hunting process for survival must be doubled up. God only help those who help themselves and I'm not about to feed myself with my excuses. Any food within reasonable reach is edible!
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Let's Start From Here
Song by Joanna Wang that moved many. The soothing voice just adds on to the myriad of emotions that came with the lyrics. The videoclip can not longer be embedded so follow this link. Joanna Wang - Let's Start From Here
Giving up, why should I
I've come to far to forget
We're beautiful, we just got lost
Somewhere along the way
So much was missing when you went away
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don′t need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises we couldn′t seem to keep
I don't care where we go
Let's start from here
Standing here face to face
A finger on your lips
Don't say a word don't make a sound
Silence surrounds us now
Even when you were gone I felt you everywhere
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don′t need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises we couldn′t seem to keep
I don't care where we go
Let's start from here
Let's start from here
I've never been the one to open up
But you've always been the voice within
The only warmth from my cold heart
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don't need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don't need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises we couldn't seem to keep
I don't care where we go
Let's start from here
Giving up, why should I
I've come to far to forget
We're beautiful, we just got lost
Somewhere along the way
So much was missing when you went away
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don′t need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises we couldn′t seem to keep
I don't care where we go
Let's start from here
Standing here face to face
A finger on your lips
Don't say a word don't make a sound
Silence surrounds us now
Even when you were gone I felt you everywhere
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don′t need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises we couldn′t seem to keep
I don't care where we go
Let's start from here
Let's start from here
I've never been the one to open up
But you've always been the voice within
The only warmth from my cold heart
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don't need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don't need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises we couldn't seem to keep
I don't care where we go
Let's start from here
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Pet Peeves
Everyone will have their pet peeves and bottom lines, almost like a self-defence mechanism. It may be a common peeve and one found on Wikipedia even mention what I know is a common pet peeve among many drivers here in Singapore, "Gap Snachers" - drivers who speed up to keep others from changing lanes. It is difficult to come up with a list of pet peeves that bother us because we are often unaware of what annoys us especially when it comes down to the nitty gritties. If you ask me, I think there's an inherent fear in everyone and depending on what it is, some things might just annoy the hell out of you. Most of us learn about pet peeves of friends and family over time and as you interact, others just tolerate nonsense as they come your way. In the worst case scenario, things turn ugly. Mostly, this greatly depends on the tolerance level for others within ourselves and at least for me, this tolerance level exist in exponential levels relative to the importance of the person.
As far as my memory serves me right, I remembered my Grandma wronged me on several occasions (because of an irritating younger brother which I am sure most of you can relate to...) when I was little and all I did in retaliation was to hide in my little corner and sob. There were also times when I flew into a rage but those times got far lesser as I grew older. My defence mechanism got stronger and all I did was to hide in my little corner. I was extremely upset and annoyed especially if these things are caused by those you love most.
Some little things in life may signify the bigger picture what life can bring. Pet peeves could be due to fear for things that could possibly happen in the future. For every little thing done, there could possibly be another similar act this is of a much bigger magnitude/scale. So how much would the little pet peeve set you off and how much can one tolerate? As amazing as our tolerance levels can surprise us, if pet peeves get in the way, would we still walk the walk and talk the talk?
As far as my memory serves me right, I remembered my Grandma wronged me on several occasions (because of an irritating younger brother which I am sure most of you can relate to...) when I was little and all I did in retaliation was to hide in my little corner and sob. There were also times when I flew into a rage but those times got far lesser as I grew older. My defence mechanism got stronger and all I did was to hide in my little corner. I was extremely upset and annoyed especially if these things are caused by those you love most.
Some little things in life may signify the bigger picture what life can bring. Pet peeves could be due to fear for things that could possibly happen in the future. For every little thing done, there could possibly be another similar act this is of a much bigger magnitude/scale. So how much would the little pet peeve set you off and how much can one tolerate? As amazing as our tolerance levels can surprise us, if pet peeves get in the way, would we still walk the walk and talk the talk?
Monday, February 23, 2009
Simple Pleasures in Life
It might just be a fresh & warm chwee kueh to some and most times, an ice cold Coke blows me away. Lying down in the comfort of your very own room watching TV can just be as comforting or if not, more peaceful. In that aspect, hugs are miraculous when it comes to soul healing. Even that little touch of the finger when silence slowly engulf the atmosphere, can possibly send some spark down your nervous system heading straight for the blood pumping organ. When the breaths becomes deeper and longer, the heartrate responds accordingly. The mind gives in and thinks while it takes a break from thinking as well. The complexity yet the simplest in life...
The weekend wasn't the most thrilling neither was it the happiest but it was one that I could just take things slowly and absorb the best of what people around me fills me with. It was just so peaceful to be able to pour the toxins out and the body once rid of the bitter bits, will start absorbing the beautiful and serene ones. It's the little things in life that completes it.
The smile that you put across my face with the words you splash across my screen, gives me the nutrition I need to walk down the desert and may there be drought ahead, I know I'm well prepared for the journey. For I know, you will be waiting at the finishing line...
"I love you. You... you complete me. And I just..."
"Shut up, just shut up. You had me at 'hello'. "
The weekend wasn't the most thrilling neither was it the happiest but it was one that I could just take things slowly and absorb the best of what people around me fills me with. It was just so peaceful to be able to pour the toxins out and the body once rid of the bitter bits, will start absorbing the beautiful and serene ones. It's the little things in life that completes it.
The smile that you put across my face with the words you splash across my screen, gives me the nutrition I need to walk down the desert and may there be drought ahead, I know I'm well prepared for the journey. For I know, you will be waiting at the finishing line...
"I love you. You... you complete me. And I just..."
"Shut up, just shut up. You had me at 'hello'. "
Friday, February 20, 2009
I Wish I May, I Wish I Might
Penguin has swam across the ocean in search of bigger fishes while Rabbit stays behind to hold the fort and plant some carrots in this drought-strickened fields although she constantly peers over to the land across the next mountain and hoping to see some healthy plants growing there. Life seems to go on and Rabbit is happily missing her partner. Penguin might be away but he's never been closer to Rabbit. It's unexplainable...
Many things in life in amidst of the cruel Rat Race, the chase for endless results tires many down. Some lose their smiles, others might even lose their lives. It is unthinkable that without emotional support, where does survival gets its nutrition? Friends of the forest ease highly strung situations and bodies. Laughs take our minds off the ongoing war. Smiles remind us of the moments. The feet becomes lighter because of hope.
During times when it feels like the chase is imminent and without the fight, the soul slips. It is only when one has straighten all the fingers, losing the grips and grabs then the gain is immense. It is when the seek becomes the sought and only to discover, it was never too far away to begin with.
Love the star that the star is and only when you forget that it actually shines, it will sparkle right up your face.
Many things in life in amidst of the cruel Rat Race, the chase for endless results tires many down. Some lose their smiles, others might even lose their lives. It is unthinkable that without emotional support, where does survival gets its nutrition? Friends of the forest ease highly strung situations and bodies. Laughs take our minds off the ongoing war. Smiles remind us of the moments. The feet becomes lighter because of hope.
During times when it feels like the chase is imminent and without the fight, the soul slips. It is only when one has straighten all the fingers, losing the grips and grabs then the gain is immense. It is when the seek becomes the sought and only to discover, it was never too far away to begin with.
Love the star that the star is and only when you forget that it actually shines, it will sparkle right up your face.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
When Rabbit Goes To Hell
It's been a few days and I wonder how I can actually blog this. I'm barely an explicit blogger neither do I wanna share certain bits with the world. But how much that has happened is enough to bury my soul. Right now, I'm beyond words. Let me try to reiterate in my way.
When Bunny first decide to move for greener pastures, she already had a patch of greens, albeit it was a small patch. Maybe this little Bunny, or "Rabbit" as Stitch9966 likes to call her, just wasn't happy with that 2 x 2 sq feet space so when the 10 x 10 sq feet came along, she jumped into it not knowing that this patch of grass is situation on the downhill. Then it started to rain, soil was waterlogged, the flood slowly sat in. In an attempt to remove the flood, all the grass and soil must first be removed to see if there's anything blocking the flow of water but while they do so, the rabbit can't survive on a grassless patch. There will be no food and the food Rabbit borrowed last winter has still not been paid up, no matter how hard Rabbit has been working. If the neighbours wants the interest for the food left, Rabbit will need to jump into the puddle of water and kill herself first. So Rabbit will need to seek another pasture to feed upon but this time, she is carrying her little knapsack and she'll be walking miles to a brand new area. (At least this is what Rabbit hopes.)
During the time when Rabbit was moving from 2 x 2 to 10 x 10, she met her friend, Penguin. Both of them trottered in her little bunny mobile and went places. That was one of her happiest times although both of them were nursing wounds from previous falls. Penguin mobile was undergoing plastic surgery and they spent some time just visiting the hospitals.
To lose her Rabbit mobile was imminent but has proven highly unlikely. So right now, Rabbit will have to find her way to the new piece of greens so she can start harvesting anew and be the star that she once was, all over again. Whereever this piece of land may be, waits to be seen.
Penguin finally broke out of his little quiet moody self and became the man she always saw him to be. He was patient with her antics and stood by her, trying his best to understand her frustrations and what caused her tears. The pressure that was cooking in Rabbit was far more than she would think she could ever handle. Although she's surviving well, she was mentally exhausted and torn apart. Had it not been the support Penguin gave and stood by her all this while, Rabbit's decisions may just be unthinkable.
By now, all the friends from the jungle came out and offered their concern and hugs and Rabbit is very thankful for the friends she has and the hugs they gave. All she wants now is to find the new patch of grass knowing that Penguin is there to hold her hand and her friends from the jungle will be there for her whenever she needs them.
The End.
When Bunny first decide to move for greener pastures, she already had a patch of greens, albeit it was a small patch. Maybe this little Bunny, or "Rabbit" as Stitch9966 likes to call her, just wasn't happy with that 2 x 2 sq feet space so when the 10 x 10 sq feet came along, she jumped into it not knowing that this patch of grass is situation on the downhill. Then it started to rain, soil was waterlogged, the flood slowly sat in. In an attempt to remove the flood, all the grass and soil must first be removed to see if there's anything blocking the flow of water but while they do so, the rabbit can't survive on a grassless patch. There will be no food and the food Rabbit borrowed last winter has still not been paid up, no matter how hard Rabbit has been working. If the neighbours wants the interest for the food left, Rabbit will need to jump into the puddle of water and kill herself first. So Rabbit will need to seek another pasture to feed upon but this time, she is carrying her little knapsack and she'll be walking miles to a brand new area. (At least this is what Rabbit hopes.)
During the time when Rabbit was moving from 2 x 2 to 10 x 10, she met her friend, Penguin. Both of them trottered in her little bunny mobile and went places. That was one of her happiest times although both of them were nursing wounds from previous falls. Penguin mobile was undergoing plastic surgery and they spent some time just visiting the hospitals.
To lose her Rabbit mobile was imminent but has proven highly unlikely. So right now, Rabbit will have to find her way to the new piece of greens so she can start harvesting anew and be the star that she once was, all over again. Whereever this piece of land may be, waits to be seen.
Penguin finally broke out of his little quiet moody self and became the man she always saw him to be. He was patient with her antics and stood by her, trying his best to understand her frustrations and what caused her tears. The pressure that was cooking in Rabbit was far more than she would think she could ever handle. Although she's surviving well, she was mentally exhausted and torn apart. Had it not been the support Penguin gave and stood by her all this while, Rabbit's decisions may just be unthinkable.
By now, all the friends from the jungle came out and offered their concern and hugs and Rabbit is very thankful for the friends she has and the hugs they gave. All she wants now is to find the new patch of grass knowing that Penguin is there to hold her hand and her friends from the jungle will be there for her whenever she needs them.
The End.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Take 5
Never realised the importance of time with myself, even if it's just for a mere 5 minutes. It was my time with God and myself. I can't remember a time that I was more antsy than this morning. I fret like a little baby in the wrong environment but not knowing what was up. Short breaths, cold fingers and a running mind weren't considered fun. The time with myself was definitely needed.
Whenever we say, "whenever you need me, I'll be there". This morning was a time I felt I needed someone, badly. But not knowing what or who I needed, I knew it had to be just myself. I had to be there for myself if no one else would or could. Fretting is not going to get one past a day near a small percentage of efficiency. Clearing my mind was the only way out. I tried breathing and I spoke to myself in the tiny but silent room.
In life, people say all kinds of things. Some are pleasant to our ears, others just fire us up. Eventually, it does boils down to perspective as I've always pointed it out. We can choose to listen to them or turn a deaf ear. Some words are comforting even after a few months since it was first written. If the words still takes on the same meaning, life would be great. But things changes. Things people used to say might mean nothing now as much as we treasure it like our last heirloom and find comfort reading it over and again. I suppose that's why many keep little notes and letters by old friends, only to remind ourselves how great things used to be.
Human beings tend to look back and think of the beautiful things and forget how painful and crazy those times can be. Take for example, my last employment drove me to nuts with painful little episodes but now that I'm out of it, I look back and only recall the good portions. Only fond memories are left UNTIL Babhooska Mom reminded me of some things. But memories are just memories and I'm glad to leave them there.
Someone once told me before that human beings only remember the good things and dump the bad which is why memories are generally fond and wonderful. Pain is too temporary that we forget once we're out of it. Some of us carry this pain further but eventually, we will let them go. The story of the monk carrying the lady across the river, one that I believe many of you have heard or read it before, has left the lady at the river bank but his counterpart was the one harbouring thoughts on how proper it was for a monk to carry the lady across the river. If only we can leave some things behind like the monk... During the last service, Pastor Prince said something along this line - "Leaving it behind you". It immediately reminds me of this monk story as much as it may seem like two conflicting religions and I was in church!
Some of us still carry baggages be it knowingly or otherwise. We might have thought we left it behind but truth is, we might not. My Grandma left me some years ago and on days, I still wake up thinking she's alive. Whenever I feel low, I still try to seek comfort speaking to her before I sleep. I know she's someone I can never let go. I know no matter what, she will live in me. Before I slept last night, I tried to speak to her but didn't get to because I broke into bags of tears. I miss her dearly but I know she's no longer here for me. To me, it was sufficiently to know she has once loved me like no one else in this world ever did. That was enough for me. Whether one still consider her as a baggage, that is perspective. She left fond memories and whatever she taught me, will only make me a better and stronger person.
Before she left, she told me that one day someone would truly love me. At that point in time, I just brushed her off because no one can love me like she did. Since then, I have very little confidence of being loved by anyone. There are several occasions I thought some people did come close but I was left disappointed and stranded. Confidence is not exactly something I have that is building within me unless reassurances are enforced. Then I learnt to slowly let myself go to learn to love again and be loved.
I was once told via a text, that if I have more faith in myself one day, someone would truly love me and then I'll know, I have all the time in the world to share it with... I still hold that thought very very close to me.
Take 5 minutes with yourself when you're antsy and the world should appear brighter.
Whenever we say, "whenever you need me, I'll be there". This morning was a time I felt I needed someone, badly. But not knowing what or who I needed, I knew it had to be just myself. I had to be there for myself if no one else would or could. Fretting is not going to get one past a day near a small percentage of efficiency. Clearing my mind was the only way out. I tried breathing and I spoke to myself in the tiny but silent room.
In life, people say all kinds of things. Some are pleasant to our ears, others just fire us up. Eventually, it does boils down to perspective as I've always pointed it out. We can choose to listen to them or turn a deaf ear. Some words are comforting even after a few months since it was first written. If the words still takes on the same meaning, life would be great. But things changes. Things people used to say might mean nothing now as much as we treasure it like our last heirloom and find comfort reading it over and again. I suppose that's why many keep little notes and letters by old friends, only to remind ourselves how great things used to be.
Human beings tend to look back and think of the beautiful things and forget how painful and crazy those times can be. Take for example, my last employment drove me to nuts with painful little episodes but now that I'm out of it, I look back and only recall the good portions. Only fond memories are left UNTIL Babhooska Mom reminded me of some things. But memories are just memories and I'm glad to leave them there.
Someone once told me before that human beings only remember the good things and dump the bad which is why memories are generally fond and wonderful. Pain is too temporary that we forget once we're out of it. Some of us carry this pain further but eventually, we will let them go. The story of the monk carrying the lady across the river, one that I believe many of you have heard or read it before, has left the lady at the river bank but his counterpart was the one harbouring thoughts on how proper it was for a monk to carry the lady across the river. If only we can leave some things behind like the monk... During the last service, Pastor Prince said something along this line - "Leaving it behind you". It immediately reminds me of this monk story as much as it may seem like two conflicting religions and I was in church!
Some of us still carry baggages be it knowingly or otherwise. We might have thought we left it behind but truth is, we might not. My Grandma left me some years ago and on days, I still wake up thinking she's alive. Whenever I feel low, I still try to seek comfort speaking to her before I sleep. I know she's someone I can never let go. I know no matter what, she will live in me. Before I slept last night, I tried to speak to her but didn't get to because I broke into bags of tears. I miss her dearly but I know she's no longer here for me. To me, it was sufficiently to know she has once loved me like no one else in this world ever did. That was enough for me. Whether one still consider her as a baggage, that is perspective. She left fond memories and whatever she taught me, will only make me a better and stronger person.
Before she left, she told me that one day someone would truly love me. At that point in time, I just brushed her off because no one can love me like she did. Since then, I have very little confidence of being loved by anyone. There are several occasions I thought some people did come close but I was left disappointed and stranded. Confidence is not exactly something I have that is building within me unless reassurances are enforced. Then I learnt to slowly let myself go to learn to love again and be loved.
I was once told via a text, that if I have more faith in myself one day, someone would truly love me and then I'll know, I have all the time in the world to share it with... I still hold that thought very very close to me.
Take 5 minutes with yourself when you're antsy and the world should appear brighter.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Honesty Is The Best Policy, Or Not?
Is it delusion or plain stupidity that drives people to a point of no return? The hand is all open and things fall effortlessly.
Imagine a provision shop where payment is based on trust and honesty in people, there is no shopkeeper nor security cameras. Patrons are expected to pay for what they consume. Are human beings naturally honest or circumstantial? Well, if I dangle a carrot in front of a hungry bunny, I expect certain results. So would Socrates be correct that people are basically honest? And when trust is betrayed, what would it take to regain that? This is not plain Freakonomics, it's humans and their predictability vs unpredictability.
When the provision shop owner places the products in the shop to be consumed freely by its patrons, he/she would be totally vulnerable to invasions and hurt to know that people aren't as what he/she thought they would be. But without opening a window to subject yourself to pain, how would one know how wonderful some people or life in general can be? But more often than not, when given too much freedon, men in general do breach that zone. Taking the honesty rule for granted, takers think very little of the harm they are causing until they see the blood and tears for themselves. Or maybe until a day, the shop will no longer be there. Would the desire of convenience then prevail and guilt sits in?
Honesty is the best policy - An age old idiom that still holds water.
Packing up the shop and leaving might just be the best way for the shopkeeper albeit with much realisation and pain. The best way is also subjective. In this case, the shopkeeper is keeping the window of vulnerability open in search of hope.
Imagine a provision shop where payment is based on trust and honesty in people, there is no shopkeeper nor security cameras. Patrons are expected to pay for what they consume. Are human beings naturally honest or circumstantial? Well, if I dangle a carrot in front of a hungry bunny, I expect certain results. So would Socrates be correct that people are basically honest? And when trust is betrayed, what would it take to regain that? This is not plain Freakonomics, it's humans and their predictability vs unpredictability.
When the provision shop owner places the products in the shop to be consumed freely by its patrons, he/she would be totally vulnerable to invasions and hurt to know that people aren't as what he/she thought they would be. But without opening a window to subject yourself to pain, how would one know how wonderful some people or life in general can be? But more often than not, when given too much freedon, men in general do breach that zone. Taking the honesty rule for granted, takers think very little of the harm they are causing until they see the blood and tears for themselves. Or maybe until a day, the shop will no longer be there. Would the desire of convenience then prevail and guilt sits in?
Honesty is the best policy - An age old idiom that still holds water.
Packing up the shop and leaving might just be the best way for the shopkeeper albeit with much realisation and pain. The best way is also subjective. In this case, the shopkeeper is keeping the window of vulnerability open in search of hope.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
爱于诚 - Love & Truth
This is one song I've been hearing over and again but never quite found out what it meant until I googled it earlier and was repeating it on my music player. If you can read Mandarin, you would probably find some wisdom in the lyrics although the song is in Cantonese.
其实自己一个更开心 只等你讲
其实大家早已嫌大家却扮忙
恨有多一点碰撞 仍然无聊事干不敢打搅对方
要是你愿意 诚实讲一趟
彼此都起码觉得释放
不要哭 我也忍得了这些年来的委曲
没法真心爱下去 只好真心真意的结束
别再做情人 做只猫做只狗 不做情人
做只宠物至少可爱迷人
和你不瞅不睬 最终只会成为敌人
沦为旧朋友 是否又称心
没有心 只像间人
若有空 难道有空可接吻
注定似过路人陌生 你怎么手震
长期被迫恋爱也真比 失恋更惨
长期扮演若无其事般 更困难
是我专登反应慢 明明为时甚晚 牌一早该要摊
再像我伴侣 仍望多一眼 一生都将会记得今晚
对不起 自动分手错愕的你怕会伤感
盲目的我 现在也可转台来贺你新生
别再做情人 做只猫做只狗 不做情人
做只宠物至少可爱迷人
和你相交不浅无谓明日会被你憎
沦为旧朋友 是否又称心
没有心 只像间人
若有空 难道有空可接吻
注定似过路人陌生 你怎么手震
其实自己一个更开心 只等你讲
其实大家早已嫌大家却扮忙
恨有多一点碰撞 仍然无聊事干不敢打搅对方
要是你愿意 诚实讲一趟
彼此都起码觉得释放
不要哭 我也忍得了这些年来的委曲
没法真心爱下去 只好真心真意的结束
别再做情人 做只猫做只狗 不做情人
做只宠物至少可爱迷人
和你不瞅不睬 最终只会成为敌人
沦为旧朋友 是否又称心
没有心 只像间人
若有空 难道有空可接吻
注定似过路人陌生 你怎么手震
长期被迫恋爱也真比 失恋更惨
长期扮演若无其事般 更困难
是我专登反应慢 明明为时甚晚 牌一早该要摊
再像我伴侣 仍望多一眼 一生都将会记得今晚
对不起 自动分手错愕的你怕会伤感
盲目的我 现在也可转台来贺你新生
别再做情人 做只猫做只狗 不做情人
做只宠物至少可爱迷人
和你相交不浅无谓明日会被你憎
沦为旧朋友 是否又称心
没有心 只像间人
若有空 难道有空可接吻
注定似过路人陌生 你怎么手震
Friday, February 06, 2009
Not A Superwoman
As I always quote George Sands, "There's only one happiness in life..."
Life is unpredictable and intuition has proven to be more than just a pre-menstrual syndrome. Silence is painful but necessary. Life is complex and unfathomable. Drive is the going and the inertia. Rollercoaster ride is not a selected game in the amusement park. Pause is to rest and recollect.
Many a times, we question ourselves "what do we really want"? And more often, we find that we may not have an answer that is the answer. Trials forms the process, the process forms the ride and the ride takes you there, or not.
Is happiness how we perceive or do we have a formula? Can we gauge happiness by the smiles or the trials? How many times have we say, "if only I did or did not do certain things" and regret becomes part of the baggage. Baggage aren't meant to be permanent, or will they grow onto you? Can we all pick up and walk? We're still human.
The desire to be a super person keeps the lazy bone moving. And the love for another keeps the mind going. Not everyone is Clark Kent and even Clark Kent can be paralysed.
I wish but I'm not... A Superwoman...
Early in the morning I put breakfast at your table
一夜都没睡但我 不曾如此清醒
我早餐准备了你 爱吃的东西
这次换我等你被咖啡 的香味叫醒
想要找回每天早晨 对我微笑着的你
还能够 做些什么代替我的歉意
总是望着我 小心翼翼 顺着我呼吸
而我竟然理所当然 让你精疲力尽
You were my superwoman
安静的在身边 无条件给我 梦寐以求的温柔
But I am only human
我怎么不懂你多寂寞 残忍的犯了错
不能失去你
You fought your way through the rush hour
Try to make it home just for me
月光下静静靠着彼此 只求夜长一点
有多久没有好好看你 只是认定了我
无论在什么时候回头 都有你的笑容
是我忽略了你也会有 想要哭的感觉
没有一种付出应该永远心甘情愿
再给被宠坏的男人最后一次机会
换我忍耐换我等待 不要真的弃权
You were my superwoman
安静的在身边 无条件给我 梦寐以求的温柔
But I am only human
我怎么不懂你多寂寞 残忍的犯了错
不能失去你 Ooh—Babe---
是我把爱想得太简单
以为只要我存在就能让你取暖
心里唯一的superwoman没有人能代替
不能想像更不能原谅这样让爱化成 灰烬
You were my superwoman
安静的在身边 无条件给我 梦寐以求的温柔
But I am only human
我怎么不懂你多寂寞 残忍的犯了错
不能失去你
One can only make a difference if it's perceived that a difference is being made or was made. Making a difference is not a forte one can master. All you can is to surrender yourself, do your best and leave the rest to life to arrange into place. There's only so much one can do...
And Karyn White sang in the same tune...
Early in the morning
I put breakfast at your table
And make sure that your coffee
Has its sugar and cream
Your eggs are over easy
Your toast done lightly
All that's missing is your morning kiss
That used to greet me
Now you say the juice is sour
It used to be so sweet
And I can't help but to wonder
If you're talking 'bout me
We don't talk the way we used to talk
It's hurtin' so deep
I've got my pride, I will not cry
But it's makin' me weak
I'm not your superwoman
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down
And think that everything's okay
Boy, I am only human
This girl needs more than occasional
Hugs as a token of love from you to me
I fought my way through the rush hour
Trying to make it home just for you
I want to make sure that your dinner
Will be waiting for you
But when you get there you just tell me
You're not hungry at all
You said you'd rather read the paper
And you don't want to talk
You like to think that I'm just crazy
When I say that you changed
I'm convinced I know the problem
You don't love me the same
You're just going through the motions
And you're not being fair
I've got my pride, I will not cry
Still I can't help but care
I'm not your superwoman
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down
And think that everything's okay
Boy, I am only human (I'm only human)
This girl needs more than occasional
Hugs as a token of love from you to me
Oh, baby, look into the corners of your mind
I'll always be there for you through good and bad times
But I can't be that superwoman that you want me to be
I'll give my everlasting love if you'll return love to me
I'm not your superwoman.
Life is unpredictable and intuition has proven to be more than just a pre-menstrual syndrome. Silence is painful but necessary. Life is complex and unfathomable. Drive is the going and the inertia. Rollercoaster ride is not a selected game in the amusement park. Pause is to rest and recollect.
Many a times, we question ourselves "what do we really want"? And more often, we find that we may not have an answer that is the answer. Trials forms the process, the process forms the ride and the ride takes you there, or not.
Is happiness how we perceive or do we have a formula? Can we gauge happiness by the smiles or the trials? How many times have we say, "if only I did or did not do certain things" and regret becomes part of the baggage. Baggage aren't meant to be permanent, or will they grow onto you? Can we all pick up and walk? We're still human.
The desire to be a super person keeps the lazy bone moving. And the love for another keeps the mind going. Not everyone is Clark Kent and even Clark Kent can be paralysed.
I wish but I'm not... A Superwoman...
Early in the morning I put breakfast at your table
一夜都没睡但我 不曾如此清醒
我早餐准备了你 爱吃的东西
这次换我等你被咖啡 的香味叫醒
想要找回每天早晨 对我微笑着的你
还能够 做些什么代替我的歉意
总是望着我 小心翼翼 顺着我呼吸
而我竟然理所当然 让你精疲力尽
You were my superwoman
安静的在身边 无条件给我 梦寐以求的温柔
But I am only human
我怎么不懂你多寂寞 残忍的犯了错
不能失去你
You fought your way through the rush hour
Try to make it home just for me
月光下静静靠着彼此 只求夜长一点
有多久没有好好看你 只是认定了我
无论在什么时候回头 都有你的笑容
是我忽略了你也会有 想要哭的感觉
没有一种付出应该永远心甘情愿
再给被宠坏的男人最后一次机会
换我忍耐换我等待 不要真的弃权
You were my superwoman
安静的在身边 无条件给我 梦寐以求的温柔
But I am only human
我怎么不懂你多寂寞 残忍的犯了错
不能失去你 Ooh—Babe---
是我把爱想得太简单
以为只要我存在就能让你取暖
心里唯一的superwoman没有人能代替
不能想像更不能原谅这样让爱化成 灰烬
You were my superwoman
安静的在身边 无条件给我 梦寐以求的温柔
But I am only human
我怎么不懂你多寂寞 残忍的犯了错
不能失去你
One can only make a difference if it's perceived that a difference is being made or was made. Making a difference is not a forte one can master. All you can is to surrender yourself, do your best and leave the rest to life to arrange into place. There's only so much one can do...
And Karyn White sang in the same tune...
Early in the morning
I put breakfast at your table
And make sure that your coffee
Has its sugar and cream
Your eggs are over easy
Your toast done lightly
All that's missing is your morning kiss
That used to greet me
Now you say the juice is sour
It used to be so sweet
And I can't help but to wonder
If you're talking 'bout me
We don't talk the way we used to talk
It's hurtin' so deep
I've got my pride, I will not cry
But it's makin' me weak
I'm not your superwoman
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down
And think that everything's okay
Boy, I am only human
This girl needs more than occasional
Hugs as a token of love from you to me
I fought my way through the rush hour
Trying to make it home just for you
I want to make sure that your dinner
Will be waiting for you
But when you get there you just tell me
You're not hungry at all
You said you'd rather read the paper
And you don't want to talk
You like to think that I'm just crazy
When I say that you changed
I'm convinced I know the problem
You don't love me the same
You're just going through the motions
And you're not being fair
I've got my pride, I will not cry
Still I can't help but care
I'm not your superwoman
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down
And think that everything's okay
Boy, I am only human (I'm only human)
This girl needs more than occasional
Hugs as a token of love from you to me
Oh, baby, look into the corners of your mind
I'll always be there for you through good and bad times
But I can't be that superwoman that you want me to be
I'll give my everlasting love if you'll return love to me
I'm not your superwoman.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Belated Birthday Gift
After an entire day of excruciating pain from some strained muscles along my shoulder blade, I knew I had to see a doctor when a sneeze felt like it could take my life away and breathing became a chore. Painkillers were prescribed to ease the pain (duh) rooting from an injured deep tissue muscle that was near to my ribcage. Friends have been making fun of Moody Penguin and myself for injuring ourselves at the same time but truth is, we weren't injured while attempting some kinky stuffs. I pulled my muscle when I was trying to lose those flabs at the gym! Then again, the more you explain, the worse it becomes. People love to hear what they love to hear.
Anyway, Moody Penguin had wanted to get me my birthday pressie since... well, my birthday. Knowing him, he ranks last in the hopeless romantic list and practicality reigns in terms of the things he bet his last dollar on. And those of you who are thinking of "useful girlfriend", wipe that thought off! He briefly mentioned late last week that we're gonna hit town and get my pressie sometime this week and he needed for me to be present. But that thought didn't quite occur when we went to Marina Square yesterday. His prelude of hanging around aimlessly and stories of finding an old point & shoot camera at home being less than decent to loan it to a business counterpart convinced me that he was going to get a point & shoot for himself when we walked into Cathay.
As he was browsing, I took very little interest in the camera stuffs because that was my g'zillionth time in that shop ever since I dated him. As he picked up some cameras to see, I casually picked another camera to play with since that was the sucessor of the camera I almost bought a few years ago but eventually settled for a Sony T10 which by the way, he thinks it's a crappy camera (I do not disagree at all). After seeing my cousin carrying a similar camera during Chinese New Year, I took special interest in the Canon Ixus 870 IS with the HUGE viewfinder and I mean the 3" screen nearly filled the entire back of the little camera. I was pretty impressed by the wide angle function (although I didn't think it was very wide-angled) but I was sold on the macro function. Not to compare with people with the "tua leng kong" ie DSLR, I could take relatively sharp images of objects that was less than 2cm away from the lens.
At this time, Moody Penguin "showed interest" in the camera I was holding and started playing with it. And within a minute, told the guy that he's getting it. He liked the silver one but I thought the gold one looked better. Without even batting an eyelid, he told the guy to bring out a new piece of the gold one. So I questioned him as to why the gold one. He was so quick, he said "more unique". I bought that (the story). Even until this point, I was totally oblivious to his intentions because we could pay in instalments on my credit card and I thought that was the only reason why he brought me along.
As we were walking, he shooed me to buy an ice cream cone for him which I was more than willing to do since he never fails to chomp down on that mint chip thingy everytime we pass by Andersen's. It's extremely pleasing to see that smile on his face whenever he's chowing the ice cream down to nothing. Simple pleasures in life. Me watching him and him munching his favourite thing. And within 10 steps, he just casually passed me the bag and mumbled "nah your birthday present". I was pleasantly surprised but I didn't want him to spend so much money on a gift like that on me. Besides, I'm not a serial point & shoot blogger. (Think: Ms PillowLim)
Moody Penguin, being the guy he is, has this MAN thing. No sweet talk nor nonsense. His concern is beyond words and as much as I can get extremely exasperated at times when I just need a little sayang, I know he cares. Similarly, he said nothing sweet nor romantic but just gave me the "nah your birthday present" nonchalantly. It's not the cost of the gift nor the practicality and for once, we mean every word of "it's the thought that counts". Not that it's not a good gift and in fact, I totally dig it. I think it's a major improvement from my "lok kok" T10 and I can now go snap happy and be a second PillowLim, aka PillowSim. But what mattered most was his intentions. Not every gift is perfect or even great as much as we appreciate most of them. But the amount of effort one puts in to get someone an apt gift, is irreplaceable.
A quote we can hardly forget if you belong to this generation of mine. In Jerry Maguire, Dorothy (Our Bridget Jones whose name escapes me this very moment... Right... Renée Zellweger) said, "I love him! I love him for the man he wants to be. And I love him for the man he almost is."
Meanwhile I'm going to play with the camera... Provided that I have a charged up battery. See! This morning I came into the office thinking that I'll charge it in here since I need a minimum of 9 hours to charge and after I do that, I can use it tonight. Our smart friend here (it's ME by the way...) brought the camera, the memory card, the charger but forgot about the battery entirely! Marvellous! For a review of the camera, you have got to wait for me to have a chance to charge my camera's battery.
Thanks Dear...
Anyway, Moody Penguin had wanted to get me my birthday pressie since... well, my birthday. Knowing him, he ranks last in the hopeless romantic list and practicality reigns in terms of the things he bet his last dollar on. And those of you who are thinking of "useful girlfriend", wipe that thought off! He briefly mentioned late last week that we're gonna hit town and get my pressie sometime this week and he needed for me to be present. But that thought didn't quite occur when we went to Marina Square yesterday. His prelude of hanging around aimlessly and stories of finding an old point & shoot camera at home being less than decent to loan it to a business counterpart convinced me that he was going to get a point & shoot for himself when we walked into Cathay.
As he was browsing, I took very little interest in the camera stuffs because that was my g'zillionth time in that shop ever since I dated him. As he picked up some cameras to see, I casually picked another camera to play with since that was the sucessor of the camera I almost bought a few years ago but eventually settled for a Sony T10 which by the way, he thinks it's a crappy camera (I do not disagree at all). After seeing my cousin carrying a similar camera during Chinese New Year, I took special interest in the Canon Ixus 870 IS with the HUGE viewfinder and I mean the 3" screen nearly filled the entire back of the little camera. I was pretty impressed by the wide angle function (although I didn't think it was very wide-angled) but I was sold on the macro function. Not to compare with people with the "tua leng kong" ie DSLR, I could take relatively sharp images of objects that was less than 2cm away from the lens.
At this time, Moody Penguin "showed interest" in the camera I was holding and started playing with it. And within a minute, told the guy that he's getting it. He liked the silver one but I thought the gold one looked better. Without even batting an eyelid, he told the guy to bring out a new piece of the gold one. So I questioned him as to why the gold one. He was so quick, he said "more unique". I bought that (the story). Even until this point, I was totally oblivious to his intentions because we could pay in instalments on my credit card and I thought that was the only reason why he brought me along.
As we were walking, he shooed me to buy an ice cream cone for him which I was more than willing to do since he never fails to chomp down on that mint chip thingy everytime we pass by Andersen's. It's extremely pleasing to see that smile on his face whenever he's chowing the ice cream down to nothing. Simple pleasures in life. Me watching him and him munching his favourite thing. And within 10 steps, he just casually passed me the bag and mumbled "nah your birthday present". I was pleasantly surprised but I didn't want him to spend so much money on a gift like that on me. Besides, I'm not a serial point & shoot blogger. (Think: Ms PillowLim)
Moody Penguin, being the guy he is, has this MAN thing. No sweet talk nor nonsense. His concern is beyond words and as much as I can get extremely exasperated at times when I just need a little sayang, I know he cares. Similarly, he said nothing sweet nor romantic but just gave me the "nah your birthday present" nonchalantly. It's not the cost of the gift nor the practicality and for once, we mean every word of "it's the thought that counts". Not that it's not a good gift and in fact, I totally dig it. I think it's a major improvement from my "lok kok" T10 and I can now go snap happy and be a second PillowLim, aka PillowSim. But what mattered most was his intentions. Not every gift is perfect or even great as much as we appreciate most of them. But the amount of effort one puts in to get someone an apt gift, is irreplaceable.
A quote we can hardly forget if you belong to this generation of mine. In Jerry Maguire, Dorothy (Our Bridget Jones whose name escapes me this very moment... Right... Renée Zellweger) said, "I love him! I love him for the man he wants to be. And I love him for the man he almost is."
Meanwhile I'm going to play with the camera... Provided that I have a charged up battery. See! This morning I came into the office thinking that I'll charge it in here since I need a minimum of 9 hours to charge and after I do that, I can use it tonight. Our smart friend here (it's ME by the way...) brought the camera, the memory card, the charger but forgot about the battery entirely! Marvellous! For a review of the camera, you have got to wait for me to have a chance to charge my camera's battery.
Thanks Dear...
Monday, February 02, 2009
Twenty Six Cents
This post comes a little late but better than never. I told myself, I had to blog this because thinking about it gives me the giggles.
Was having coffee with Dentist Woo Woo end of last week and just before we met, he rang me and asked if I have got postage stamps with me. Who the hell carries stamps around with them unless you're got one stuck on each eye? Not wanting to sounds any lamer, let me continue...
So we met and I offered to walk with him to the Sam machine to purchase those stamps all for a cuppa hot milo. On the way to the machine, he blatantly revealed that he doesn't know where else he can buy a stamp without stepping into the post office. Right. This was totally forgiveble since the admin does most of the posting work and none was left for him to dirty his hands with.
When we got there, he was amused that local postage cost 26cents. To be utterly honest, I knew we had to pay GST for the stamps but I didn't know they cost 26cents either (the last price I heard was 22cents), which of course, he didn't know cuz I didn't try to exclaim how equally dumb I was and as you can see, I don't post my own mails either.
When the stamps were dispensed, they took the form of a sticker rather than the traditional square jagged edged you-gotta-lick-it-to-stick-it-stamp (this I knew very clearly that it was a stamp and not a Panini collectable sticker). I swore the look on DWW's face turned from amused to bemused. He was seriously worried if the machine cheated him out of his $2.60 since he bought 10 stamps. Which I wonder... What would he do with the other 9 stamps?
And you think my fun ended there and then? Not quite. When we were at the post box posting out this mail, he was hunting for some sign. The sign that said local postage costs 26cents! He was still in disbelief that he had to pay GST (and probably inflation) for stamps. His time stood still when local postages were a mere 20cents. I was in disbelief how a man of such intelligence and success had trouble understanding postage stamps are subject to GST as well and post office wasn't the only place you can purchase postage stamps.
All these only because he had to get a small cheque out to a car club to "chope" his membership.
I had an amused Friday and I dare say, I worked hard for that Milo.
Was having coffee with Dentist Woo Woo end of last week and just before we met, he rang me and asked if I have got postage stamps with me. Who the hell carries stamps around with them unless you're got one stuck on each eye? Not wanting to sounds any lamer, let me continue...
So we met and I offered to walk with him to the Sam machine to purchase those stamps all for a cuppa hot milo. On the way to the machine, he blatantly revealed that he doesn't know where else he can buy a stamp without stepping into the post office. Right. This was totally forgiveble since the admin does most of the posting work and none was left for him to dirty his hands with.
When we got there, he was amused that local postage cost 26cents. To be utterly honest, I knew we had to pay GST for the stamps but I didn't know they cost 26cents either (the last price I heard was 22cents), which of course, he didn't know cuz I didn't try to exclaim how equally dumb I was and as you can see, I don't post my own mails either.
When the stamps were dispensed, they took the form of a sticker rather than the traditional square jagged edged you-gotta-lick-it-to-stick-it-stamp (this I knew very clearly that it was a stamp and not a Panini collectable sticker). I swore the look on DWW's face turned from amused to bemused. He was seriously worried if the machine cheated him out of his $2.60 since he bought 10 stamps. Which I wonder... What would he do with the other 9 stamps?
And you think my fun ended there and then? Not quite. When we were at the post box posting out this mail, he was hunting for some sign. The sign that said local postage costs 26cents! He was still in disbelief that he had to pay GST (and probably inflation) for stamps. His time stood still when local postages were a mere 20cents. I was in disbelief how a man of such intelligence and success had trouble understanding postage stamps are subject to GST as well and post office wasn't the only place you can purchase postage stamps.
All these only because he had to get a small cheque out to a car club to "chope" his membership.
I had an amused Friday and I dare say, I worked hard for that Milo.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Happy Birthday to All
Today's Dad's birthday and also all of ours. Known as "RenRi" (Man's Day), this day falls on the 7th day of the Chinese New Year. Birthdays of Chinese were traditionally celebrated on this day. So you get older during this day instead of a particular day in the calendar that marks our individual birthdays that we are more commonly used to. For Dad, it was easier. According to the way we're more used to calculating age, he's 57 this year. I'm still not used to the repeated "sudden" realisation that they are fast growing older by the day although it did hit me when it was my birthday earlier this year when I inched closer to the big 3.
Dinner at my place was never a huge affair given the space constaints but also made gatherings alot cosier. Without too much room to roam, people were forced to interact and not that it's a bad thing. To have my favourite cousin whom I'm closest to and her two princesses over was the highlight of my day although XiaoMeiren cousin never fails to be a better "daughter" to Dad. She bought him a nice cake and I on the other hand, totally forgot about it. She's like the big sister who always covers my arse. Somehow, I feel happily inadequate...
Dinner at my place was never a huge affair given the space constaints but also made gatherings alot cosier. Without too much room to roam, people were forced to interact and not that it's a bad thing. To have my favourite cousin whom I'm closest to and her two princesses over was the highlight of my day although XiaoMeiren cousin never fails to be a better "daughter" to Dad. She bought him a nice cake and I on the other hand, totally forgot about it. She's like the big sister who always covers my arse. Somehow, I feel happily inadequate...
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