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Life's Like That...
Human beings make wrong judgments all the time and yet we are allowed to drive killer machines at 100Km/h.
The only time that people will brush and floss their teeth diligently is before their appointment with the dentist.
Why are the catwalk supermodels sulking when they are wearing expensive fabulous couture?
Find an imperfect relationship so that you can improve it to perfection.
It is not the house that you live in that matters, it is the home that you are going to create together.
If life is suppose to be good, why do babies cry when they are born?
I love a guy that doesn't mind getting down on his knees, not for a marriage proposal but for fixing a sink.
The mind of a man works like a computer... if u are missing a 0 or 1, the system wouldn't work.
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Monday, February 1st, 2010
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12:20 pm
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The house project is really finally drawing nearer and I’m chocking my vomit with excitement. Okay, that’s not a good thing to say but have you ever feel like you are so excited and perhaps scared that you just want to puke? When I get really excited and extremely happy, sometimes I have a gagging sensation but most of the time I don’t. In fact I don’t think I have ever vomited anything when I’m happy, maybe because it’s the butterflies in the stomach feeling and I might be allergic to butterflies. Duh.
Anyway, I would say that we are 70% done. Sam goes by 90% done. But then again, my doneness includes the furniture arrangement, the placement of all the items and the routine in place. When I first moved to Sam’s place about a year and a half ago, it took me up to 3 weeks to ‘put everything in place’. By doing it, I know where my pain killers are, and where my nail clippers are. Routine and structure is essential in keeping a place clean and neat. Unlike my sister, where I can find 5 different scissors in 5 different places, that’s so messy.
I was scheduled to dedicate myself 2 full days to keeping everything organized. It took be 3 weeks in Sam’s place because half the time I was working and the other half being sick. So 2 full days (and nights) will be sufficient to put everything in its place and they will never leave their designated spot. How I wish that I can go to Draggon Alley and purchase a charmed wand where I can just miraculously click everything in place. But then again, they wouldn’t be where I wanted them because most of the time, wands have their own piece of mind and agenda.
So, what’s pending now in summary is the air-conditioning installation, the Venetian blinds installation, the delivery of the new bed, the window grille for the bathrooms, the move of furniture and stuff and that’s about all. I hope. We are to accomplish everything by next week, just in time for CNY. I’m getting excited now and I wanna vomit once again.
I’ve already had several visitors seeing the progress of the house, including future neighbours, indirectly invited relatives, repeated visitors and of course, unwanted visitors. Someone actually came in and sticked some brochures on my wall which I highlighted to my ID to keep a watch out for. Other than that, everything is running smoothly and minimum changes. But the ID did crash my handle bar in the toilet.
Nonetheless, I told my dad that we can have our reunion lunch in my place and he said that it’s too small. Don’t tell me that he wants to invite the entire family again -_- But then again, they can always go to my place for round 2 and place some Wii games. I got Wii-ed finally!!!
current mood:  nauseated
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| Tuesday, December 29th, 2009
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12:17 pm
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| Monday, December 28th, 2009
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2:09 pm
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I really don’t get it. Really really. Sometimes I think that I’m a bad person but looking at things all I can say is that we are all so different.
There I was talking to the kids to settle a dispute. Sam’s brother kids always have me to settle their dispute maybe because I’m fair, I take no sides and I always try to make it a happy ending. In the end, I will even thank the greater one that gives in to the other.
So I was trying to get them to come to a conclusion and my mother in law was behind me. She kept asking if we’re coming back for dinner as I was talking to the kids. I really cannot hear her as I was concentrating and the constant drilling sound a few floors down didn't help much. So I was still talking to the kids and my mother shouted, ‘ARE YOU GOING TO BE BACK FOR DINNER OR NOT?’ Quite literally in caps and in Chinese, I was really irritated by that and shouted back ‘NO!’ very quickly trying to shut her up. So apparently dinner was more important than solving a dispute where I was trying to teach the elder kid about sharing and letting others go first.
Seriously speaking, my mother in law is not as graceful and not as aware about certain social graces. I am trying so hard to tolerate that. My mom was once like that and I gave her a piece of my mind.
2 more months and that’s it, I’m so gotta here.
PS – strangely enough, the drilling noises make the house ‘quieter’
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1:24 pm
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Renovating a house is SUCH a tedious process. Suddenly your ID becomes your best friend on the fast dial, single digits. You dream, eat, shit and think about how to solve the multiple problems. Even though it is partly resolved by the ID, you will still feel the need to provide solutions.
Every time we meet up with Rachel, our ID, we will have changes done. May it be a light setting, a slight material or color request or the latest change, changing of tiles. Sam is having the headache of routing the aircon piping and electrical configuration. I keep thinking of incorporating the nature looking to be inline with the latest requirements. It’s bloody never ending!
By the second hour of discussion with Rachel, I am drained and exhausted and I will say yes to anything. Then after a shower and a day, I will suggest solutions to the issues faced the day before. It seems like everything is at a halt now and I have no desire to work or whatsoever.
I have been to my house almost everyday since we took the keys. Hosted several trips to the sky bridges with different groups of people and have even familiarized ourselves with where to get food around the area. It’s not that tough actually, everything is quite accessible. But I totally dislike all the dust. I’m getting a very terrible allergy reaction to it and it has started to affect my throat and nose. Sam wanted to get a mask for me later when we visit again. He wanted to show me how giant trunks will run across my room.
Can I just sleep through the whole process and wake up with a brand new apartment all nicely done up? Please?
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| Thursday, December 24th, 2009
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2:49 pm
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Today’s my fifth day at my ‘new’ work. It’s not that I have quitted officially, it is just that there is a need to go back to my previous office to clear some ‘important’ things before they allow me to officially go. Long story and I’m sick of the tricks they used on me. Well, just do it and move on. I’m really exhausted from all that talks and arrangement that I reckon a real divorce would be so much simpler.
Anyhow, I think there are lots of improvements to be made. Typically me, I’ve already started to get to know everyone around, even the toilet staff and post ladies. It is good to know your surroundings, you will never know when you need their help. As for our own people, most of them are in the holiday mood (truth be told), so am I so I am not going to implement or kick off anything. My improvements plans will be shelved till its time, just not now.
So last night, we finally made the appointment with the Fengshui Grand Master. I am highly uncomfortable addressing people by Grand Master (GM), Master, Shifu, Doctor or Sinseh. I mean, it is just totally impersonal and weird. So the GM implemented some changes on our design which luckily didn't create too much of an impact. In fact I think we managed to mitigate some issues with creating a brand new design.
So the moment the idea came, I started smiling. I wasn't really happy during the consultation as I was thinking of the design. Then I felt extremely hungry and explained to Sam that stress keeps me skinny.
We have been visiting our house since Tuesday. And seriously we really don't mind staying overnight if we have something to sleep on. It’s like a quiet sanctuary without screaming, crying and television. But I know that the television part will end soon as Sam is a TV addict.
So I’m stuck in the office on Christmas Eve feeling really sleepy (insufficient coffee), hungry, cold, tired and having a headache (insufficient coffee). Maybe I should go get a cup of coffee.
Tonight, we will be conducting our first official visit to our new house with a group of people. My dad did visit us but his is by himself. I bet that there will be more group visits to come.
current mood:  lethargic
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| Tuesday, December 8th, 2009
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9:02 am
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It feels really surreal right now, even after the morning after (sounds weird in a sentence though). And no, I’m not talking about great sex. I think I got offered a job last night and the person said that the HR will be calling me today.
I’m still trying to sink in the information. If it is true, I will need a good exit strategy with the ‘lard factory’ (that’s what a good friend calls her).
Then, it will be new house, new career and new… haha.
I’m definitely getting my keys on 22 Dec. I’ve logged in several times on the website to make sure that I didn't make it up. Sam logged in for the first time on Sunday and he got the good news. I’ve been logging on for the past 5 years and nothing. Talking about first timer luck!
Till the HR call, I hope that I can get the letter of offer to finally see the real thing. To date, last night was the eighth interview and it was an hour late. I was so gearing to just walk out of there and thank god I didn't!
current mood:  anxious
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| Wednesday, November 25th, 2009
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1:44 pm - TOXIC
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You will never know the wrath of having a lady boss until you really get a lady boss. I have always prized myself as being very straight faced and distance from my work. I let no emotions overtake me no matter how dire the situation maybe, neither do I allow myself to sink too deep into thoughts with the unnecessary insults or criticism that one has to endure during sometime into one’s career. It may deem unnecessary but you will never know especially when during tense scenarios involving egos and sometimes money.
And because of that, I take into assumption that I can handle the toughest of the lady boss. It’s like an open secret that lady bosses tend to use their heart to handle situations, never their brains and being the subordinate, one must know the art of behavior. The last lady boss that I reported to lasted only 3 months but during that 3 months, she wiggled her way to make me do something unthinkable and using my sensible mind, I hesitated my execution and confronted her about the consequences of a sneaky move. Shortly after that I left her and shortly after that she left the company.
She wasn't brave enough to face the customer with the issue even though it’s none of our fault. Nonetheless, I didn't bother to ask her how she settled the issue but I do know that my descendent had a hard time trying to figure her out.
So recently, I had another brush with the deadly lady boss toxin. It was out in the open, unexpected and totally PMS-ly she yelled at me but promised to continue the conversation the next day. I thank her even after that. If I were to flare up, I will be as low a level as her. The person just beside us told me that she’s like that. She needs to have ‘cool down’ periods before she can continue. I’m like what the fuck? It’s pretty much like an overheated laptop that needs to kick in the fan for the cooling process. This is so not professional.
Insanely, I checked on her schedule to reserve a suitable time to continue the conversation. Others told me to go straight to the management which I refused. I’m not willing to give up yet and I have some golden chips that I need to ‘show hand’. But I did ran through all the scenarios in my brain, striking situations where I might wake the dead again. It’s like walking on a goddamn grenade grass patch, you will never know if one is going to blow up right in your fucking face.
I wanted to draft an email but preferred face-to-face to avoid any misunderstanding. In the end I booked a time slot and apologized in the mail. She wrote back and said that she needed to apologize for her behavior as it was a bad day and she had a hard time sleeping after that. Yeah, like I wasn't affected but I didn't bother to indicate too much. Nobody likes to hear sob stories.
Anyway, we ended with a phone conversation and as usual, we did the apologies again. It was easy once you do the submissive role, sometimes it is necessary to get things done. In the end, she agreed to my transfer to another department and I’m so damn happy to finally release myself from her clutches. Later then I realized that there are lots of people that couldn’t work with her and left. I guess I’m the lucky one.
current mood:  optimistic
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| Monday, November 16th, 2009
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3:24 pm
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14.Oct.09 – 2:30PM
So after about a month, we finally met up with our ID again. This time she produced some hand drawings on our design. Sam was impressed by the living area design that I came up with. Seeing it in 3D makes him really happy. The ID proposed another idea but I rejected it as it didn't agree with my concept.
Basically when it comes to the design of our home, we took up different roles based on our forte.
Sophia – I’m the creative designer. I care about the aesthetics, functionality, texture and colors. I’m more of an overall design view point.
Sam – He is into the nitty gritty details as how the door should open, how the joints should be made and if it is easy to function or to maintain.
So in our design for the living room, I came up with the concept, the look of the texture and color. He chooses the exact type of material and how the hinges should be. I think in general we work pretty well as a couple.
I thought of the color scheme. It wasn't much as we didn't like living in a cartoon so we stuck with basic tones. I think the most daring item was his room, it was in bright funky colors that matched purpose of the room. I didn't have any theme in my room, it’s simple white. I have intentions of playing it up with a bright red sofa bed and lush carpeting.
So we’re in the ID’s office discussing the details and measurements for about 4 hours. Sam and I keep yawning and were walking around a lot. It was fun but tiring. The office had a show flat which really allows us to have a visual sample of the place. I’m into how the materials and textures will match with the floorings and having laminate with real wood is horrible.
I think sometime in mid December we will meet her again and see the computerized 3D version. I hope she can mimic the sun and night effect on the overall look of the house. I remember saying something yesterday – ‘light colored wood make it look cheap, like those from Courts.’ Sam burst out laughing.
14.Oct.09 – 6:30PM
So it was Sam’s birthday yesterday. Nothing much happened, in fact nothing really happened. My treat to him was dinner at this fancy Chinese restaurant that he was always talking about. He raved about the excellent fried rice with juicy ingredients and perfect rice beans. I’m not a fried rice fan but anything on this birthday. So I made a reservation, we dined and we will never step foot into it again.
We wanted to order crabs but hesitated as it will get messy and they have nothing much pepper crab only. I stopped eating shark’s fin hence the item is out. Other ‘couple’ package either doesn’t have the famous fried rice, too much meat, not enough vegetables or no soup. We ended up having the basic one with additional dishes and the total bill came up to $80.
It is so not worth it. The rice was only for 1 serving each (so not enough for Sam), the soup wasn't hot or tasty enough, the pig liver had a funny smell and the asparagus we ordered, dished as 3 flavors, came out with 3 flavors on a dish literally. 1 was fried onions, the other chili and the last some sauce. Our jaws dropped on the table. The asparagus itself was stir fried with oil and that’s it. The eight treasure tea we ordered was too sweet and it cost $8 for a mere bottle.
We were so half satisfied that have to have pizza for supper. Fuck. By the way, the name of the restaurant was Chen Fu Ji.
14.Oct.09 – 10:00PM
After finishing that horrible dinner, we strolled around the area and headed for a sale in Dempsey Hill. The bloody place is so crowded, we left. It was merely a small hut squeezed with like at least 100 people and it takes about 30 minutes just to get to the door. The discount just aint worth the wait.
14.Oct.09 – 10:30PM
So we decided to go to my auntie’s house to get the Singapore Flyer discounted tickets for Sam’s brother. Chatting with my ‘long-lost’ cousins, talked about Cafe World and Bejewel Blitz and had pizza for supper.
My aunty came back at 12:00AM exactly and presented Sam with a half eaten birthday cake with the wordings: Happ Birth Josep. It was actually her own cake as her birthday was 2 days earlier and she’s having a post-birthday celebration with her friends.
So I muttered in the birthday song to Sam ‘… happy birthday to JOSEP!...’ It was hilarious. Then I shouted ‘SURPRISE! I planned all these dear!’. It jolted him out of his sleepiness and was laughing uncontrollable.
15.Oct.09 – 3:00AM
Falling asleep soon after watch 102 minutes on the Discovery channel. It was a documentary about the exact minutes of the fall of the twin towers in New York. Scary stuff.
16.Nov.09 – 3:23PM
I’m waiting for that phone call that will change my fate forever. Wish me luck!
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| Saturday, November 7th, 2009
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5:11 pm
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SKIN
I realized that my face is quite anal. I’ve been using lots of products over these years and have basically stuck to certain products as so far as worked without ill side effects. There are times where I bought certain items (on sale thankfully, saving tons of money) and after a few applications my skin became oily without tiny oil blots aka mini outbreak. It frustrates me, wasting a whole bottle of thing. Then I will pass it over to my mom thinking that her aging skin will need some stronger moisturizer but being with the same type of skin gene (I think), she can’t take too oily products too.
That’s when I started the obsession of asking the counter ladies ‘Contains oil?’ Even essential oil also cannot one.
Just about 3 days ago, I opened up this sampling bag from Origins, some anti-aging mushroom serum thing. The sales lady was highly recommending it hence passing me a sample. Good move cos after 3 applications over 3 nights, I have my mini outbreak again. Damnit!
My last outbreak lasted at least 4 months all due to a makeup primer from Sephora. It wasn't exactly a skin care, it’s more like a cosmetic product and the outbreak is so serious that I had to visit the doctor twice to get some not-off-the-shelf acne cream. I was so near to asking for a oral cure where I discovered that it was all because of the damned primer. After 3 days of not putting it on, my skin cleared immediately.
I am so weary of trying stuff now and I realized that a lot of products are very oil based. From daily moisturizer to SPF care, especially anti-aging products. I must admit that I don't have visible winkles but at the age of 33 and still having oily skin makes me feel like a over-grown teenager.
So now, my basic skin care contains 80% Clinique and 20% others. I love Clinique (almost all its products) as it is really suitable for my skin, especially the basic care. Other products include Khiel’s and origins.
PIL
PIL is in short of parents-in-law. My French colleague said that even step parents in French are called ‘in-laws’. So I wrote this English translation for him on his desk board (those with seats in the office have a white board) as:
Mother-in-law = Wife’s Mother
Step Mother = Bitch that married your dad
He laughed and quickly erased the bottom portion. Okay back to my story, so as known I’ve been living with my in laws for a year plus now and overtime I realized a few things:
- The FIL always comment whenever we buy new shoes. When he sees a shoe box he will say in typical fashions ‘Wah! New shoe again ar? Need to many meh?’
- The FIL also always comment whenever we buy stuff. Each time we return home with a big bag or carrier, he will comment ‘Wah! Buy things again? Need to many meh?’. He has no idea that we are starting a new home for the first time and details like chopsticks have to be purchased and in no way I’m using whatever hand-me-downs.
- The MIL always, whenever we come home early, comments ‘Wah! So early? Why never say want to eat dinner at home?’ For basic reason, we don’t want to eat dinner at home and that’s why we never say. And for basic reason, she don’t get it.
- The MIL always thinks that whenever we go out at night means that we must be going for midnight shows. I think we’re too old to stay up late.
My life got pretty interesting living here. Now I treasure privacy and quietness a hell lot more.
HOME
Final topic. I really hope it’s final. I can’t believe that in about 2 months time (less than that in fact), I will be able to step into my new house. My spanking fucking new house!! Shit, I’m so excited I could pee in my pants!!!
After 5 fucking long years, it is finally here! We are gearing up on our purchases, living it lying around the home without much complaining. But including about a month of renovation, I hope we can move in by end Jan 2010. I can predicate now that once we have the keys, we will be popping by every other day, especially Sam. He volunteered to manage the renovation of the house.
Goodbye noise, goodbye funny people, goodbye bad luck and last but not least (hopefully) goodbye stinky old job.
Phew, writing so much makes me really exhausted!
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| Friday, October 30th, 2009
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2:55 pm
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guess what... she DID called me and ask me what is the dress code...
*falls off chair and faints*
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1:51 pm
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I was rambling to Sam one day about how stupid and clueless a friend of mine is and he simply concluded my behavior as – ‘You just hate stupid old women’. I fought back but after much thought, I think I bloody do!
In fact, more than that, I hate stupid people, especially stupid old women. I use the word old loosely, it can mean matured women from the age of 21 to 100 (depends on how long you live) and for any women passing the age of innocence where stupidity doesn't really work anymore. As far as I’m concerned, there’s a huge percentage of women out there that just refuses to use their brains (regardless of size) to make the simplest decision. I pity their spouse really.
This friend of mine, tasked to arrange an outing, despite given specific instructions (halal, centralized, ignore the non-attendees, etc) she still makes mistakes. She called me like half a dozen times to ensure that I’m ok with the location, date, timing, blab blab blab (clothes that she’s wearing?), and for Christ sake, I simply don’t fucking care! In the end, it was cancelled. I don't get such people, why you do need everybody’s approval? Can’t you just lead for once?
Sadly my mom’s like that too. She never really did make any big decisions in her life accept to insist to marry my dad (for practical reasons I reckon). Everything about her is decided by people around her and I’m one of her consultant. At times I get so irritated that my poor husband needs to take over. I make way too many decisions at work, I just need someone else to take the driver seat.
I guess that’s part of the result why I left my previous relationship. It turns out that the guy wanted someone else to take the driver’s role and he just wants to permanently sit at the back row. Thankfully Sam at times still takes over in easier situations. Confrontations, argument and bargaining I still have to take charge. It’s the good cop bad cop thing and guess what, I designated to be the bad cop for the rest of my life.
Anyway, I took on the task to arrange for a large gathering today, ensuring that it’s Halal (finally some Malay friends joining), central, affordable and buffet. I hate splitting cheques hence making it free flow for a standardized fee. I don't really care who attends, even if there is just me and another person, we will still sit and eat and have a good time. So in typical sense, she texted me and asked me who is going. I replied that I don't know (actually I don't fucking care) and I will only know when I’m there. She was quite shocked by my reply and proceed to asked me when train station is the nearest… oh lord!
I hate neediness, it irritates the hell out of me and in our internet age, everything is searchable. I remembered she called me once and told me that she and her friend are interested to setup an online store, I told her great and asked her what she wants to sell. She has no idea and asked me to recommend suppliers to her. I’m like quite literally pulling my hair off. Don't you first confirm a product, find several suppliers, confirm on a good price, determine the shipment method THEN decide on placing it on the web? She asked me which website is good for online service, I told her to go Facebook, but deep down inside I’m just speechless. I just admire her total naivety.
Let’s hope that I can control my temper tonight, I might need to drink more in the office before visiting them.
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| Thursday, October 22nd, 2009
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3:16 pm
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I'm really not in a good mood today due to several reasons, in fact for the past week my mood have been really foul.
But looking at cartoon strips cheer me up: http://www.babyblues.com/
My favourite comic.
Let's hope that I can get good news soon. I hate being stuck in the middle.
~mad~
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| Monday, October 19th, 2009
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3:26 pm
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For the lack of a better word, sometimes I find it really ridiculous to be obsessed with branded bags especially for ladies. Obsession is the correct figurative speech of the impact for it brings along negative effects for those that need an installment plan to foot the bill. This also includes diamond wedding rings and silly massage chairs. I can never comprehend the necessity of such big ticketed items.
I was browsing a blog and this person apparently ‘demands’ a super expensive bag from her husband. The bag is rumored to be in 5 digits, which might be quite similar to the price of a down payment for a car. Is that even necessary? If you go to a public loo with no handle on the door and no place to put your bag, will you put it on the floor?
The only thing worth the price is maybe a fancy designer kitchen with everything built in.
Speaking of which, I was just calculating the dollars and cents with Sam on our house payment and keeping our fingers crossed, we hope to fully finance the house within 10 years. That will be the time that we can start planning for a second property or investment of sorts. Sometimes I really hate it that we started finance planning so late. But then again, better late that never loh.
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| Tuesday, October 13th, 2009
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1:45 pm
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It’s quite a well known fact that I’m a loner. And I don’t really like to eat lunch. So I rarely join my colleagues out for lunch. I hate going to sweaty smelly places and chop seats with tissue paper. The hassle of it all just puts me off plus I usually eat a lot during breakfast, all thanks to my morning hungry husband. So today, I was with the newbie that will take over part of my duties and I decided to go lunch with her. As with any social activities, much talking is needed and in a crowded noisy food court on the top floor of Central at SOHO, I pretty much lost my voice as we parted our ways. My throat is extremely coarse and irritated but thank god I can keep quiet and rest now.
Anyway, just to add on to my mindless rambling, this morning I was forced to drink instant coffee! 3 in 1!! Imagine the horror of tasting sugar! I had to force the drink down literally for the sake of not sleeping in meetings. It really awful tasted, it tasted like ginseng or something. Yuck. Thankfully my second cup (which I’m slipping right this moment) is totally sugar-free, added coffee and lesser creamer. I moaned in pleasure with my first slip. Nothing sexual, so enjoying the bitterness in my tongue, strangely I really like bitterness, sourness and spiciness. I super hate sweetness and saltiness.
I’m tired, I wanna play Cafe-something in Facebook…
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| Saturday, September 19th, 2009
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10:24 am
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My skin have been suffering for the past few months. Mostly due to stress, not enough rest and this stupid primer i got from sephora. I realized that at this age, i can't use 'cheapo' stuff anymore. It's horribly bad for my skin even though it's good on my wallet.
So yesterday my orders from strawberrynet came finally! Giant facial wash from dermological (1st time trying), my usual clinique moisturizer (5th bottle i think) and my favorite origins scrub (4th bottle i think). I've stopped trying new stuff and sticking to whatever works now. Besides, Sam's ok to use them too.
So it's Sat morning, cool and calm and i woke up with great skin. My skin always look good on weekends because i sleep a little more. I could sleep a lot more but because of the everlasting noise outside. That's the great difference between Sam's and my family.
In his family the television is on almost everyday, and when Sam's brother is back, it will be on till at least 3am to 4am. I'm ok with it but the volume is really loud. You see, even if there's a fire engine alarm blasting at the front door, i think nobody would be awake. All of them, like Sam are dead sleepers.
If the noise goes on in my household, you will see all of us at the front door within 5 seconds. I remembered once in my old house, there was an accident at the expressway which was quite a distance away. And the bang wasn't exactly that loud to say, both my dad and i jerked up and went to check it out. We both had our aircon on which muffled most of the outside noises and yet we will wake up if someone just quietly open our door.
So being the lightest sleeper in Sam's house, i don't get much rest without ear plugs. And the worst thing is the family are not trained to keep the volume down when someone's sleeping. I'm badly affected by it and i hope that it ends in 2 months time. I really miss my total soundless rest -_-
current mood:  cranky
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| Tuesday, September 15th, 2009
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5:10 pm
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So, I’m 32 and 2 days old. When I woke up on Sunday at around 9 plus, I turned to Sam and said, ’You know 32 years ago, I will be just 1 hour old. How wonderful would it be? Actually on birthdays, I think we should wish our mothers a great thank you, for just giving birth to us.’
Then he replied, ‘Well did you call her and tell her that?’ ‘Ermm, no.’
‘And you should say, 32 years ago TODAY. It’s today, not the whole of the year.’ He corrected me.
I argued a little and left it alone. Don't feel like ironing out things with him.
Anyway, it was more of a house-day rather than a birth-day. We were busy measuring the sofa, blinds in the showflat and deciding if it suits us. There are SO MANY things to do and I think at times, we might be taking it too lightly. It’s rather enjoyable shopping for stuff and bargain hunting. I’m afraid that it might be addictive and we *never* stop buying for the house. We simple love house-shopping too much.
Then Sam treated me to a nice dinner. I wasn't expecting much but was happily delighted. There was quite a spread of delicious seafood, coupled with very very smelly blue cheese (super yummy!) and bitter green tea. I thoroughly indulged myself with lots of fresh oysters, lobster and an insane amount of blue cheese (knowing that I can’t really eat it until we get our own house).
So I realized something about myself:
-I really love blue cheese, the smeller the better. I like it empowering in my nasal cavity.
-I love ‘smelly fish’ (Sam calls it that) in Ikea. It’s actually herring. I love it in all sorts of preserved methods and upon goggling it, I realized that it has high Omega 3, much like the Salmon fish.
-I can never OD with raw oysters but it has to be really fresh with no sauces. The scent of the ocean pleases me.
-Green tea ice cream is addictive because it is bitter and leaves a nice lingering taste on the tongue.
Eating all these things makes me really happy and Sam is quite irritated by my choice of ‘gourmet’ food.
I can't find another person that loves them all…. =(
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| Friday, September 11th, 2009
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6:26 am
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I really don't understand why some people can put all kinds of informative messages on their MSN like:
- Changing name soon!
- Relocating to a new house.
- New ride!
And when you really MSN them and ask them more, they don't wanna tell you much.
WTF?
You wanna share stuff but leave out the details.
Go and die lah.
current mood:  irate
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| Saturday, September 5th, 2009
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8:34 am - THINGS I DO FOR WORK...
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It's 8:30am on a Saturday and I'm sipping my black coffee without milk and sugar in my office.
I'm back today in the office to complete work that I didn't manage to finish over the week as there are 2 HUGE meetings next week.
I keep telling my boss - 'I'm good at my work doesn't mean that I enjoy it.'
I remembered when I was primary school, I used to just study and do very well for the subjects that I super love (ie, Science and English). Then I would give crap attitude towards my other subjects.
My dad pulled me over one day and said sternly - 'Sometimes in life, you gotta do what you don't like to survive.' At times like that, I think my dad deserves a page in the bible.
I didn’t really get that and so I continued flunking my Chinese and Math. When in secondary school, same thing but thank god it is restricted to just these two subjects, for the rest I did relatively well. In my poly days, same thing, as long as it requires simple math formula, I will screw it up big time. But my other more difficult engineering math (fluid calculation and mass particles stuff) I’m ok. I really don't know how my bloody brain works.
The real realization (duh) was when I started work. There are tasks that I really hate but I continued doing it. Even until now, I really hate what I’m doing but I did such a great job that I got an ‘employee of the month’ award. I didn't smile, I didn't cheer, I didn't even bother.
So, to end the story, I’m here, still drinking my bitter coffee and waiting for the aircon to be turned on at 9am.
We will be committing to the designated ID firm later, Orange Cube. We’re comfortable with her service and haggle somemore on the pricing. Gotta make it worthwhile.
current mood:  okay
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| Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009
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8:39 pm - THE PROMISE OF A BETTER LIFE?
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It has been a strange 2 days. I’ve experience extreme depression and ultimate happiness sometimes both in 1 day. It is so deep that it gives me a headache.
So I finally did something. To talk about it and to address it politically correct. I don't want to use my performance as a bargaining chip or worst, give the wrong impression of threatening to leave. I wrote a long email to my boss and just simply tell her everything, hiding nothing. I didn't even hide the fact that I was (I was contemplating between writing ‘I am’ or ‘I was’) looking for a job. I still am but decided to stop sending out my resume. To be fair, I told her I will not leave unless the offering is so darn irresistible. I want something totally irresistible. I want it so bad, I can sacrifice a whole year without sex for it (much to my husband dismay).
I haven’t feel the feeling of appreciation for a very long time. Everything I do before is ‘expected’. I am required to perform and excel and no rewards will come after that. I’ve been a stupid donkey that slogs for an imaginary carrot and this time round, I’m really determined to make that carrot real, for Christ sake…
So after the mail, I sobbed a little in the office. When I met Sam in the car, I just burst out in tears. I need to just cry and get it off my chest. After that we went to buy 2 designer chairs costing up to almost $400 in total. What a great way to blow off steam. I told Sam that we should do that more often as it ensures an immediate cooling period. Ha-ha.
Anyway, back to the chairs, Kartell leh! It’s our favorite designer chair brand. Famous for its ghost chairs. We got this range called the Dr. Yes chair. Cool, comfortable and sleek. Being a plastic molder in my poly days, I super love all big things in plastic. I really like the full molded plastic sofa for 2 but it cost up to 3K for it. *drools*
So today, I had a prep talk with my boss. I cried again as I just couldn't hold it in. I’m such a whiner. She did promised me that by end Sep, she will try to transit me over to the Comms Team. Told me not to leave and get it a chance. I told her yes but deep down, if a good offer comes, bye bye.
Then I started polling people around me if they stay on their job for their bosses. Surprisingly people do and then they totally regretted it. Their bosses did it for his/her sake and left even before keeping the promise of a promotion or an increment. Haiz… the real world loh. If you don't take care of yourself, no-one would.
current mood:  sad
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| Tuesday, August 25th, 2009
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1:07 pm
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Sam jumped when he saw a letter from HDB. He thought it was a letter telling us that our house is ready for collection. For a moment, he truly believed in it. Then upon seeing the addressed-to names, he came back to earth.
It's nice to see him getting excited, usually he likes to act aloof and accuses me of being obsessive.
We are into our buying frenzy again with all the mid and end year sale. The OM sale that I stumbled upon was really fruitful. I got a 1K organic mattress (good for my sinus) with topper attached (good for softness) and turn-free (good for me). Other incredible features include mozzie and bug free, zoning springs and cooling. Whatever it is, it's worth it as retail is up to 1.8K and if OM is confident enough to carry the brand, who am I to argue?
We got a damn cool lamp for just 50 bucks. I must upload the pic one of these days...
current mood:  relieved
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HEART!
HEART HEART!!
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