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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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Tuesday, November 18th, 2008
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1:47 pm - Sick, Sick, Fucking Sick!!
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I am fucking sick, fucking again! Fuck fuck fuck! No matter how much I swear, I’m going to fall sick again. It’s really bad bad bad. This is my sickest year ever in my entire life! I can go doctor-free for a whole year before. Or at max, maybe just 4-5 times a year but in less than 6 months, I fell sick at least 10 times over! FUCK! This is affecting my mood seriously.
I can’t WAIT to get out of here. The fengshui is really bad for me.
It started on Friday. With a day off, I sleep as much as I could. Most of the times, I was awoken by a severely blocked nose or a drying cough. On Sat, I still managed to get out of the house for some pampering sessions with my mom. Then at night, went for a birthday dinner with Sam at Traders Hotel. The spread was quite ok even though the lobster suck big time. I really enjoyed the blue stinky cheese and raw oysters. Sam was happily indulging in the fresh prawns and soup galore.
Come Sun, I was stuck in a super cold aircon room as the Wang family enjoy their karaoke session. It was so cold, I had to breathe through my mouth. It didn't help as I quickly re-developed my sore throat. After that I sleep for 4 hours straight, had dinner and was still sick on Mon.
I am really frustrated over it. I think I really ought to exercise to bring up my immune system. That is if I can abide by the schedule that sam and I discussed, 3 times a week.
Once I recover, let’s see how much we keep to the plan…
current mood:  sick
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| Thursday, November 13th, 2008
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2:21 pm
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I was just watching Oprah on the tele and the topic of the day is Hoarding. Basically it just means there are people that are obsessive compulsive shoppers and keepers. They simply just cannot clear stuff and throw stuff away. In the end, the stuff just over takes over them and they end up in a house with 70% to 80% stuff and just 20% life.
I enjoy watching the makeovers and the emotions of the victims. It is very gross and touching at the same time. I don't think we have the extreme hoarders here in Asia, it seems like the weird behaviors are always found in the US only.
But I do know of some people that are something like that. My maternal granny, my sis’s parents-in-law and my own mother. Contrary to the beliefs of it being genetic, I’m nothing like that. In fact I’m the only one in the house that enjoys throwing things away. I use to clean out all my cupboards once every six months. To me if you don't use the item for six month, you can dump it away. And I almost throw away my degree certification once… =P
Anyway, back to my close relatives. When my maternal granny died, my mom rallied Sam and I to clean house. Well, we didn't really clean the place, she was telling us that we can take anything we wanted and so we did. But the experience was horrifying. The place was so packed with stuff that you can barely see in bright daylight! The whole place was dark and smelly, I feel dust and had to cover my sneezing nose. When we moved the bed, we found accumulated dust of up to almost 5 cm thick! I freaked out, the dust could have chocked the most powerful vacuum cleaner in the world.
Then we found at least 20 bottles of assorted perfumes, sprays and tins, 15 bars of soap, 10 brollies and everything came in more than a pair. My granny brings in new meaning of buying in bulk. It was painful to see all these dust and mess, I felt like vomited and desperately needed a good clean bath which I promptly did the moment I went home.
Next, my sis’s parents-in-law. I think ever since my sis got married into the family, they have started to get part time cleaners to help to clean the house. My sis once showed me the bedroom, they had so much stuff on their bed that they have to perform daily clearing so that they can sleep on the bed every night. And so in the morning, they will put the stuff back on the bed. There are clothes, more clothes, and even more clothes. How can someone own the whole Gap store in their master bedroom?
And so my mom wanted to rent out her place and live with my sis. Once again, poor Sam and I involuntarily assisted. I mean who else there are? We both had a rude shock. I think my mom’s like her own mother. The place is just filled with bags of bags. So apparently my mom will use just one bag, place all her stuff in and when done, dump the bag one side and use the next bag. In the dumped bag, I can find receipts dated up to 2004! She never clears the bag! And never reuses the bag!!
I am truly sick to my stomach with it comes to such mess. I am an organizing freak bitch and I make sure everything has its place and it will remain in its place. Sam on the other hand, never place things back the same place and his whole family is the same. I have such difficulties finding things around because they are just all over!
And because we are just staying for a while in Sam’s parents house, most of our things are in archive mode. We have boxes for things that we temporarily don't need, and the daily stuff that we need. Of course I’m the one that organized all that, Sam’s in charge of packing them into the box. If I live it up to him, I will be sleeping with boxes around me now.
I remembered moving in for the first 2 days. I was super disoriented. I didn't know where my things are, I was always trying to fit things and organize them well. If I needed something, I had to think for a long time where they were. It was really frustrating for me. Now that I’m here for almost six months, I can proudly tell Sam where the cotton buds are or where the scissors are placed.
I can’t wait for the new house to be ready so that I can super organize my things all over again. This time it will be fun because I can plan for the whole house! Before, dad always forbid me to clear his room. He’s afraid that I might throw away his important documents again or accidently find out how much he is earning…
Sometimes, I think that I’m quite the Monica in Friends…
So I dreamt about P@D again last night. And when I got up, I desperately wanted to see the estate plan and Sam misplaced all the P@D documents! The official documents are in there! I need to induce a cleaning convention this weekend to clear the mess.
~grinning happily~
current mood: I'm a Freak Show
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| Tuesday, November 11th, 2008
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2:17 am - Parents, MSN, Freedom and Everything in Between
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You know, after so long of seeing my parents apart, I’ve come to know them as an individual person rather than a couple which is also known as my parents. I’ve never referred them to as my parents, always either one or the other.
Like I will say my father’s car, my mother’s house, my mom’s grandchildren or my dad’s daughters. Somehow I have come to terms about their divorce eons ago and have forgotten about those times when they were still together. I wonder if that’s bad or good.
As strange as it sounds, I’m not one of those kids that are traumatized by their parent’s divorce, in fact I believe was the one that pushed for it to happen. I just got so sick of the noise and needed peace in my life. And I am just glad that everyone turned out happier.
So my sis will be out of town this weekend and I think my mom is slightly freaking out. If the maid is to be gone by then, she and my dad will be alone in the house, with separate room of course. I think she’s going to feel really uncomfortable and she’s asking if she can go my place to stay the night, which sadly I can’t.
Nonetheless, I’ve arranged an array of activities on Saturday to keep her out of the house.
On another note, I sincerely think that my parents are way advanced for people their age or maybe they are just still young. I was on MSN chatting with them both at the same time, of course separate window, as I need to know the block number that they are staying. They are staying together for my sis’s sake, in due time (hopefully by CNY) which my sis and mom will be moving out.
So the texting on MSN was really weird. I chat with my mom constantly whereas for my dad, it’s the first time that we are chatting. In fact he talked to have a conversation (something like Skype lah) but I didn't have a microphone to allow that request.
The downside of it all is that indirectly, I will become the tech support for their PC problems. I find that people that knows half-fuck computer stuff (usage) and not know the more important portion (maintenance) just pissed me off. It’s like driving a car and not knowing how to fill up the petrol or change a tire. But then again, you can get the car fixed in a workshop with a price. Me being the tech support means that they don't really pay me for my services and they will gesture with food in return.
I’m not complaining but sometimes I just wished that they are normal. Like any normal family with the mom always at home and the dad working.
Then again, I don't think I will be as street smart as now if they are normal. It is their abnormalities that somehow developed my character, and I love my character. Heh.
In fact I was just talking to Sam and his godsister. I realized how tough their childhood was with rules and regulation, no freedom, curfew and consent forms. God, by the time I was in Secondary 4, all of these were out the window. But of course, around the period that’s when the issues between them started to happen and they couldn't care less about me. Which is to my benefit but I’m never those sort that takes their kindness for granted.
I’ve taken their experience as a valuable lesson especially when it comes to choosing the correct partner and marriage.
current mood:  melancholy
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| Friday, November 7th, 2008
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10:50 am
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FUCK YOU!
Damnit. I really don't understand narcissistic people! I was giving her the eye on the bottom and said – ‘Why you always wear like that har?’. She snaps and say – ‘It’s Friday! And why do you always dress like that on Friday?’ Pointing to my suit. Well I don't dress in suit every Friday, it’s meeting day hence I need to dress up.
‘No, I’m saying why you never wear long jeans? I’ve never seen you wear long jeans before’. I’m so over the Friday causal thing, it’s her manager that allows it, I’ve nothing to comment on that.
Then she goes snapping like a alligator, ‘Well you don't know me! Don't think you know me at all, even after 5 years you don't know me!’ What the fuck?! Who fucking cares about knowing all of you?!
I think people with ego double the size of their ass should just take a minute to understand how fucking small they are in compare to the big wide world.
I don't think I want to make peace today. It’s just not worth it.
On another note, yesterday was a surprise day. So I got 1 more charity kaki, met up with my current charity kaki and realized that he put on weight. I went to the main clubhouse gym with Sam yesterday and met up with Michael, my long-time charity kaki. Both Sam and I worked with him before and we both agree that he’s quite the fun kid, always laughing and smiling, always helpful. Then during gym, I caught up with a friend where the last time I saw him was like when I was in Secondary 3. It must have been like what, at least 15 years?
My god! He couldn't recognize me! Doesn't matter as long as I do. Ha!
Saw some action-pack dragon boat rollers in the gym. Damn sickening. When in poly they always like to show off, tease the netball girls and action damn macho. Now also, all the dragon boat people are the same – sickening.
I’ve a wedding tomorrow night, maybe a lunch gathering and I need to complete all the housework by at least 10:30AM. ARGH!
current mood:  moody
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| Monday, November 3rd, 2008
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11:35 am - Housewife Dream
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I guess in every woman’s life somehow, somewhere, sometime, they will toy with the idea of being a housewife. I have known women that aspire to be a tai-tai and to them it’s like a career establishment, a life accomplishment and a retired wealthy bitch.
I’m not bitching about being a wealthy bitch. Apparently it comes with no health hazards, plenty of material pleasures and equally flashy tai-tai mates. It seems like there is a Tai-Tai Organization somewhere out there where all the tai-tai gather around for high tea and shopping sprees. They flash their sparkly jewels and shining Bentleys, their dazzling LVs and glittering salon-set hairdos.
I don't ever want to be such a tai-tai. I get bored over conversations about the latest sale or the stock prices. I need mental stimulation to keep me alive. If I ever want to me a housewife aka tai-tai, I will be an artist, a creator, an inspiration to others.
Here’s my dreamlist:
1. I want to write leisurely for magazines
2. I want to do part time digital creative work, provided that I can authentic licenses for Photoshop
3. I want to teach Yoga part time, that is if I ever take up a Yoga course… still pending lah
4. I want to learn to paint in watercolors
5. I want to volunteer
6. I want to take up a rigid exercise routine now that I have time
But of course, being full-time at home comes with a price, housework is a must and that’s fine by me. In fact I cleaned the main loo so well, I got praises over the weekend but not from my mother-in-law. I kinda suspect that she might be slightly jealous or maybe I’m just over thinking.
Anyhow, as titled, Housewife Dream, it’s just a dream. I will need money and a car to indulge in this lifestyle and I don't think my hubby is fully supportive. No harm dreaming right? I need to space out during Mondays…
current mood: bored
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| Friday, October 31st, 2008
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12:05 pm - It’s a Question of Love
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Love is a question, it is never a solution or a problem, always a question. I despise people (ok the word despise is a little too much, how about loathe), who see love as a fairy tale or a romantic story of the man saving the woman. This ridiculous fairy tale is almost as good as believing in tooth fairies or the existence of Santa Claus. If indeed this is true than men should have 10 inches long dick and women should have breasts the size of basketballs. Impossible right?
So, my point is, once people are in love, blind love, they stop questioning it. It’s like blind faith for all religion. If the master asks you to suck his cock, you do, if the master asks you to kill yourself, you do. It’s like the sick old 60s where weird cults were form where they have mass orgies and mass suicides. Scary. So is love like that? No right?
Since when we stop to look how good this person is and evaluate how bad he/she might really be? Is it really true that only when you are in a relationship that you can truly see how this person is? Is every one of us living with a mask on the surface? Is courtship that scary? Do you fart out loud during your courtship?
I am awfully puzzled by people that put on a front during courtship. Like fanciful packaging and once you get to the product inside, you get a rude shock because the product really sucks! Why can’t we begin questioning the product once we see it with its pretty packaging? Why can’t we evaluate the situation before we start committing? Is love a joke to make fun of us?
I have never been the girly-est of the girls. I don't cover my mouth when I laugh, I don't treat men around me differently and I burp and fart as and when I want to even if it annoys others. And I get constant feedback of how disgusting I am, how man I can be and how brotherly I am. I often tell them, what you see is what you get, I have no surprises and I have no little birdie up my shelves.
When I fall in love, I question every bloody thing. From his hair to his family, his secrets to his fetishes. I want to know what I’m dealing with and what am I not capable to deal with. This is really important to me. What if 5 years down the road he confesses that he’s gay and has fallen in love with my father? It’s over the top but it could happen!
Of course sometimes there are things that you cannot predicate. But for those that you can see in subtle clues, most of us madly in love chose to ignore. I don't, I see everything in high definition and every fault is emphasized at least 1000 times. All these are done digitally so the guy will never know it. Then comes the question. Do I want to fix it or fuck it? I ask this question as early as possible to avoid disappointment in the end.
I think it is important to question love constantly so that the meaning of love is always defining to oneself. You ought to know why you love this person and what this person attracts you most. Because once you question, you gotta answer it and deal with the truth. Few people are ready for the truth.
current mood:  nerdy
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| Thursday, October 30th, 2008
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11:22 am
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So on Tuesday, my mom brought Estia (my sis’s daughter) over to Sam’s place. Seeing that I’m working from home and that my father-in-law is out of town, she decided to pay a visit with the 2 and a half years old. I’m quite ok to entertain, I try to finish up as much as possible before they came over at around noon time.
Estia’s pretty much excited and bouncy. She jumps on my bed, touches my loewe TV (ouch!) and pokes at my BOSE speakers (double ouch!). But easily tamed, still I had to feed her, bath her, change her because once she sees me, my mom becomes no longer in existence. I had to take care of both the young and the old one. Didn't help that half way through I started having my period.
Then during dinner time, we decided to hit the nearest mall. Estia, in typical 2 year olds style, couldn't hold her bladder and did it in a clothing shop.
Me: So sorry! My daughter (no point explaining that’s my sis kid and I’m helping to take care, too long story) wetted your floor.
Lady: It’s ok. (proceeds to take a mop). Water ar?
Me: Errmm, no, it’s pee, urine!
Lady: Ok….. (super black face)
Nobody wants pee in their shop! I proceeded to take out my tissues and started drying the patch. Thank god it wasn't yellow or smelly. Yuck!
I had to run out to get additional clothes for her, bring her to the loo for number 2 and halved my ramen for her consumption. Sometimes I find that I can almost really own her as my daughter.
Of course they spent the night. My mom insisted.
Thankfully Estia didn't cry like she used to but I keep waking up to the slightest of noise outside. I have this alert system in me whenever I sleep close to a child. Hence I woke up panda-eyed.
During departure in the morning, I can feel my heart tearing up. I called Sam to sob over and he asked me if I wanted a kid. It was totally uncalled for and I stopped crying the very moment. Maybe I just miss the kids, that’s all, and he shouldn’t throw a bomb like that knowing our criteria for child-bearing.
Nonetheless, the episode of smuggling my mom and Estia to my house is over… so I thought!
I just received a call from mom about 10 mins ago saying Estia’s brother Damian is throwing a hell of a fit because he didn't get to spent the night with Yima (aka me) and Ya Ya (aka Sam). And mom insisted that she comes over on Friday night and spent the night.
Dear me. And my hubby is not picking up the phone now. Has he suddenly developed a sixth sense or something?
current mood:  curious
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| Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008
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11:56 am
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Recently I think I’ve been outcast in the team, but rather I think I want myself to be outcast. Initially I thought that it’s pretty essential to join them and gel in but till recently, I realized that they are seriously not the kind of people that I want to mix with. Maybe I’m judgmental but I do have my supporting points:
1. They don't really talk or socialize outside the group. They don't even go on personal levels with the people that they work with for a long time. And because of this, whenever they need anything from Service Centre or people outside the team, they always look for me. =<
2. Next, they are really judgmental. They don't like this person because she doesn't look like a manager, they don't like that person because she keeps to herself and is an introvert. What the hell man? Can’t you bloody make the first move to say hello?
3. Everything is political to them. Everything has to be by the book and I tend to take personal working relationships more important than going by the book.
4. They are too rigid whereas I am flexible, I work base on common knowledge and allowing mistakes to happen as long as I can cover up and answer for them most of the time.
5. They kinda ill treat the admin girl because they think she’s weird and talks loud. Now that they want to give her a treat and makes it really weird by saying… ‘May sound funny to you, but I decide to buy my neighbour a simple lunch, for helping a bit here and there.’ What the fuck?! Are you fucking born in the era of the caste system??!
6. Materialist. Somehow.
7. They think they are very classy just because we are managers. Managers so what? We still work under the bourgeoisies right?
I am just glad that I am a loner. It gives me a sense of pride. =>
current mood:  pleased
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| Monday, October 20th, 2008
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1:35 pm
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I’m having lots of mixed feelings now. No, not about relationships, family or friends, it’s not even about my career or anything relevant. Sadly, when it comes to material things, I find it very hard to let go especially if I’ve owned the item for a number of years. I don’t usually buy stuff unless if the old one is really old and out of service or if I need something to improve my daily operations. The last category is that the item must be very worthwhile aka on huge discounts, cheap, warehouse sale (some of my favorite words in the English dictionary). Impulse buying does not apply to me. On average, I need to ponder at least 2 weeks and above for each purchases above $30 for myself. Food and gifts do not count.
So, in a short period of time, Sam and I invested in a very good quality television and multi system. It’s a price that we couldn't resist. We have been walking in and out, thinking up and down, talking day and night about it and finally when the clearance sale comes, we knew our patience has finally paid off. But then again this time round, we are able to achieve at least 50% off the previous deal plus the television was so much better than the first one. The multi system was a little off but who could resist a BOSE of any model? To me, it’s the best deal because I hate the 5 speakers systems, it just makes the whole place messy with wires, 2 speakers and a big ass woofer is enough to satisfy me. Sam however thinks otherwise.
The downside is that we have to sacrifice our current multi system for a trade deal with BOSE. I know it’s great that BOSE is doing charity by collecting usable systems to donate and in return giving discounts to customers but parting with my 6-7 year old Philips is painful. And I insist that my 9-10 year old CRT Thomson 15” television CANNOT be thrown away. It will be placed in my new kitchen.
AND to add on to the misery, Sam brought my analog cable box to StarHub to change into a brand new digital setup box. Oh my god! I have that thing for almost 5-6 years! And the plastic cover covering the display is not even torn! You cannot imagine how I feel inside. The last time I changed my laptop, I hugged my old laptop and was quietly sobbing. I told the next person to take good care of it because it has been a good son to me.
I’m a little mad and I know it.
So, my room is a little disoriented, the Philips has sadly been dismantled and ready to be taken away, the unless digital box is sitting on its arse because the cable signal is not strong enough and what’s left is my Thomson tele that will soon be outcast into another room. I will miss you guys, thank you for all the great times that we have, I will remember you guys for ever. ~big sob~
On a happier note, I’m really happy on the deal that Sam and I got. It was unbelievably reasonable and cheap. Thinking about the quality and it’s original price. It’s about 70% to 80% off! Yes, it’s a little too soon to get new electronics but hey, this offer will not come again.
I think I’ve been quite bless with my purchases. I’ve gotten a very nice watch at 50% from its original $600, a bag that everyone loves also at 50% from $500, and many other small purchases at value prices.
current mood: melancholy
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| Wednesday, October 15th, 2008
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12:40 pm
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I’m drinking this HUGE cup of tomato juice and when filled to the brim, it looks like a bowl of thick red blood that was recently sucked out of somebody. The look really puts people off, the smell couldn't be rawer and the taste is just vomiting to some. Not for me! I simply love tomato juice. Sometimes I wish I can replace it with my daily water.
Isn’t it amazing to discover the different tastes and feelings people get when they eat certain types of food? My girlfriend and I was just discussing about food yesterday. Food brings her pleasure, food to me is just stopping hunger prangs. When she sees something she likes, she will think of how enjoyable it will be to eat and fulfill her desires. When I see food, especially when I’m not hungry, I feel like vomiting.
And I can never pre-plan what to eat. When I have just finished eating, I cannot think of my next meal or I will feel like vomiting. I remembered walking around Lido cinema at the ground floor once. I just had lunch and passed by this ice-cream shop. Inside the freezers where tubs and tubs of colorful ice-cream, the moment I looked at it, a gag response triggered and I was running to the nearest washroom as if my toes were on fire. The tubs of ice-cream looked horrifying to me, they are like buckets of shit dipped in rainbow colored dyes with a scoop in them ready to feed the next innocent consumer. URGH!
Of course, my friend had a rude shock. So the next time we pass by the same ice-cream parlor, he will steer his body blocking the awful buckets of colorful shit. From that day onwards, I never buy ice-cream. Now, I just eat organic ice-cream because the word organic sanitizes the word shit.
So I was telling my girlfriend yesterday that I enjoy food with not much flavor, nothing too rich or too tasty. I prefer a bowl of plain clear soup to a broth of thick shark’s fin. I like the minimum taste as possible so that I can keep my mouth bland. Her on the other hand, she needs rich thick foods like curry and pastry to fulfill her mouth and stomach. While we were talking during lunch, she got this piece of apple pie where I took one tiny slice and had to drown it down with a big cup of water. She was happily eating the whole piece and smiling all the way.
Sometimes I really don't understand why I can’t enjoy food. And I realized that I don't even allow food to stay too long in my mouth, it has to go down to my stomach to stop my hunger. Actually I even wish that I can eat a lot for like the beginning of the week so that I don't have to eat for the rest of the week. Life will be perfect if we just eat once a week!
current mood:  groggy
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| Monday, October 13th, 2008
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12:04 pm
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No, I’m not exhausted that I have to wake up early on a Saturday morning. No, I’m not exhausted that I have to lug my heavy luggage and make a trip to the ferry terminal by myself. No, I’m not even mildly exhausted that I have to drag and wait and walk the whole day in the resort, visiting such a tourist place with extortion prices but of course a gentle soak in the pool and a book to read to sleep on a beach chair. But then again, I didn't really fall asleep, I was just closing my eyes in deep rest.
Then I was still not tired that I went karaoke till 2 AM in the morning. I was still pretty fresh faced after scratching my head lots of times and rubbing my eyes, it somehow keeps me awake.
The thing that didn't make it was sleep. I feel like I’ve been on a treadmill for the longest time and I’m still running. The bed was HORRID, it had an awful smell, the pillows were too soft, bed too soft and I can’t smell Sam. I tossed and turned, fumbled and stared. My room mate was well asleep and didn't move even a single bit. Damn it!
That’s how I realized I got the can’t-sleep-anywhere-but-my-bed illness. When I finally get to lie down on my own bed, I was almost tearing up. I missed my pillows and burrow my nose into my quilt. I kissed anything around and moaned in happiness. Sam didn't even get this treatment!
Now, being a little paranoid about overnights at foreign places, I begin to appreciate things around me and never wanted to buy a new bed anymore.
current mood:  content
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| Thursday, October 9th, 2008
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10:19 am
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| Wednesday, October 8th, 2008
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3:53 pm
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I got new gadgets! In view of my terrible neckache for the past month, Sam was strongly recommending a Osim product. Ucrown
In Sin, it’s about $270.
So on Sunday, he handed me some brouchure to read which did and didn’t think much about it. Last night, we just happened to walk into a stall because I wanted Sam to try if it can really target the neck.
Try he did and about 1 hour later, we busted almost 600 bucks of Osim goods.
We got the iTango too.
I like the electric current that jerks up your nerves. When placed correctly, you will act like a retard because it pulls your muscles and nerves and you simply can’t control it. So far, the effects have been good and my neck/headaches have been less painful.
As for uCrown, it massages the head, vibrates, throws out weird repeated music but it sure feels like you have been massaged by a amateur therapist. You know after a very good massage, you come out feeling all groggy and sleepy, that’s roughly what uCrown does to you.
On the other side of the scale, iTango jerks you up as the electric waves run thru your body. I tried peeling off the pads and I got electrocuted at my finger tips! Sam hated it lah.
Next, a massage chair, some gallop thing and what not. I’ve a feel that our parents will come to our new house very regularly.
current mood:  energetic
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| Monday, October 6th, 2008
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2:59 pm
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There are 2 things in life that I don't really ever want to master. Well, other than Maths which is quite essential in our daily lives, and I’m still having problems counting the right cash return for my purchases.
Back to the 2 OTHER things. 1 is all banking and financing products, news, information, methods, terminology and daily operations. I don't like to know more about fund transfer, fixed deposit, cash returns, investment funds, credit/debits, interest rates and e-banking. I don't believe in playing around with money for one day, you will be played back at.
I miss those old days of putting money into POSB and updating your bank book regularly. Me getting the ATM card is the biggest change in my entire life. I’ve never felt so empowered when the sliver card arrived. Inevitable, then comes letters of payment statement and the bank book soon becomes obsolete. Next ventured the multi-banks because your employer is anal about sticking to pay you according to the bank that they like and getting more fanciful ATM cards and hence remembering more pin numbers.
No, you just don't stop there! When you reach a certain income limit, comes the credit cards. Your first credit card is logically the first one you will ever need to apply yourself. All the subsequent ones come on it’s own free will and some don't even bother to say hi and crash comes a credit card into your mail box, that you didn't apply for or agreed upon, saying that it’s there for usage upon a call for activation. The worst thing, they didn't even ask you for a favorite name on your card! The next time I get a ‘free’ card, I’ll call up the bank and get them to change the name to ‘HelloKitty Bon King Eu’.
Then they flood you with information in every possible way. By means of mailing, emailing, texting and calling. Whenever I tell the fast talking lady that I don't need cash transfer, she will get stumped for a moment. Until I repeat myself – ‘I don’t need cash! I have enough!’ Her reply – ‘Oh, but it’s interest free for the first 6 months!’ If she’s a machine, I would run to her and cut off all her wires.
Then what about – ‘Spend $800 and get a $10 voucher free!’ Are you fucking kidding me? I need to buy a house so that I can get a stool for free?! What’s that all about?
When it comes to terms and conditions, always read the fine lines. They are called fine lines because almost always, you got to end up paying something.
The advertisements always tell you that you have reached somewhere when you get their gold, platinum whatever card and that you have access to VIP privileges. What VIP privileges when it’s just a plastic card? You can’t get rich or laid with a plastic! Everybody knows that! Or do they…
Next facet in life that I don't want to face is the myriad of television. I’m a simple girl with simple needs. As long as there are documentaries on the tele, I don't really care much about others. But recent it has been difficult. I need to chose between StarHub cable, Singtel Mio TV (whatever that is), analog or digital setup box, HD ready or full HD, LCD or Plasma, Loewe or Sony. And no, you don't just stop here! You want a BOSE lifesystem system? You want it 5.1 inch surround sound or THX? You want it 32” or 52”? Wide screen or normal screen? You want glass speakers, tube amplifiers, wireless cube speakers or all-in-ones?
For Christ sake, I just want to watch David Attenborough and Anthony Bourdain! I don’t care if Jaime Oliver’s voice is not crystal clear or Ian Wright appeared pixilated on a projector TV. Oh did I mention that Curtis Stone has got a real charming voice? And I hearing it over my cranky old Thomson TV that is almost 10 years old, CRT, 20”, needs regular banging and jumps as and when it wants to.
I’m in the midst of changing my analog box to a digital box because they are transferring Hallmark to the digital platform. Sooner or later, everything’s gotta go. I will start missing my ‘Nanny” series with Fran Fine and other soap opera series which I rarely watch. But in return more documentaries on the new digital box which could justify this cumbersome swap.
And what’s with OKTO? Youtube invading our television now?
current mood:  nauseated
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| Friday, October 3rd, 2008
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3:29 pm
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A local known blogger is doing her MBA with her hubby overseas for about 1 year. They left their jobs (I think) and pursued their studies. I think it’s romantic. I also want liddat.
I realized that whenever you go on a trip with your loved one, especially to places that are really far and ulu, aka Edinburgh, you tend to stick together and be more tolerant. Yes, I did quarrel with my hubby while on the 10 days trip but mainly because I was sick and meekly depressed. Please hor, how to find happy sick people? We will usually a little sad when we are sick right?
Nonetheless, we managed to do a lot of things on our own without the help of travel agencies, group guides or friends/relative recommendations. All we had was a brochure from the airport, my wit and Sam’s balls. He’s the one that is more daring, to travel out of the city into the country side (we saw cows!) even though we didn’t really know where we’re going.
Then we had the lovely self-cook dinners and self-made lunches, Sam suddenly became a chef that can actually cook beyond instant noodles.
Seriously, you got no choice but to depend on each another, you simply just can’t run anyway and sometimes that’s a good feeling.
I think that’s how life is when you live overseas alone with a love one. I’m dreaming of doing my masters together with Sam in some place far far away too. =D
~Bonds that are almost broken tie even harder after~
current mood:  sleepy
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| Monday, September 29th, 2008
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2:11 pm - Anxiety Attacks
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No, I’m not mad. I’m just under sub-conscious stress. It just means that I’m under stress and I don't even know it. Heh, cheam rite?
So, after moving to Sam’s parents house, I’m been sick non-stop for the past 2 months. Illness that I don't fully recover from, flu and cough that never goes away, cold sore outbreaks, irritating neck aches and irregular periods.
There are only 2 possibilities of this:
1. Moving house stress
2. Fengshui not good lah
Safely, I would choose 1. I read somewhere that relocation stress is as bad as having a bad breakup or having someone you love die. Well, ended relationships never make me skip my period, having someone I love die did, it always does.
So I’m taking, the latest ‘illness’ is this super stiff neck that can only be released by painkillers, is caused by a sub-conscious stress that I am feeling due to the relocation. Maybe it’s the environment, maybe it’s the people or maybe it’s the whole I-need-at-least-1-hour-to-get-home thing everyday from work.
It’s irritating because I don't know how to make it better. For workwise, I know that I can segregate or plan my time, for such stress, I can’t possible move somewhere else to live.
So I’m adopting this ‘I’m really happy, believe me!’ attitude since Sunday. Trying to smile and laugh a lot and cheer myself out of the stiff neck situation.
So if I giggle for no reason, I’m actually solving a complicated biological issue with the reoccurrence of a fixture position of muscular displacement of neck conjunction. It’s a goddamn serious problem mind you.
current mood: giggly
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| Friday, September 26th, 2008
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9:46 am - Morning conversations in the car
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Grabs my hand and hurts my finger and pretty nails.
ME: Ouch! You have to be careful! I’m like a flower and you need to treat me gentle.
HIM: I pluck flowers one leh…
-_-
~end of romance~
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| Monday, September 22nd, 2008
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11:52 am
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You know, I really don't know lah. It’s too much of a coincidence. I mean how lucky can I get? Or rather how unlucky can I get? I’m not really into all that whole star sign thing because I think I am rather un-virgo but at times I can be pretty anal about things. And to think that I can hole-in-one 3 times over, it’s fucking unbelievable! Maybe they are there for a reason, to piss the hell out of me!
So okay, it’s official, I have 3 Aquarius people around me. But information showed otherwise:
Virgo Compatibility
August 21 – September 21
Most Compatible With: Capricorn and Taurus
Somewhat Compatible With: Libra, Scorpio, Leo and Cancer
Least Compatible With: Sagittarius - seen as unreliable and unresponsive
Pisces - gloomy, sullen, moody disposition
Gemini - impractical, inconsistent, too whimsical
Neutral: Aquarius and Aries
Neutral leh! How can it be??!
My mother, my mother-in-law and a good friend are all Aquarius and I tend to see similarities between them.
1. They are rather self-absorbed, self centered.
2. They tend to be messy in some aspects of their lives.
3. They like to talk out loud, mindless talking to themselves.
4. Information don’t get filtered or processed in their brains.
5. Uncontrollable temper, swaying temperaments constantly.
6. Unable to see both sides of things, always seeing just one side of the coin.
7. Bad listeners
8. Uncomfortable in social surroundings.
9. Unable to balance life, always taking extremes.
10. Excessive talkers.
Oh my god, I’m so critical and typical.
Guess what, Bon Bon’s mom is an Aquarius too and she’s feeling the same way as I do (she being a Virgo too).
Okay, I shall stop this Star Sign nonsense and keep a comfortable distance from them.
current mood:  surprised
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| Thursday, September 18th, 2008
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3:26 pm
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So, I'm sick again, hospitalised again.
For the 3rd time since I've started work. That excludes the other times I was in a hospital when I was a teenager, a toddler, a baby... okay, I've to admit it, it has become somewhat of a 'habit' of mine to check in every once in a while. For a full body overhaul.
As with the previous time, it was viral fever, unknown causes. It was suspected to be my liver, my heart, my digestive system, my kidneys, UTI, my lungs, basically all the vital organs. Apparently my white blood cells was ridiculously high and it kinda affect my major organs. Thankfully after rounds of blood test and culturing, heart ECG, cat scans and dunno what tests, all came back normal. Just abnormal high levels of white blood cells.
The thing is, this time I’m in a different hospital and they don't share the same database. Instead of checking me in, they ask me to go back and nurse my fever for 5 days before they can perform a blood test for dengue fever. Bull shit, if they can track my previous records, I wouldn't have to suffer for 5 days with temperatures of up to 41 centigrade! I thought my brains would fry and I would turn crazy and have a terrible fit. I had to force myself to bath to bring the temperature down.
Anyway, it has been almost 2 weeks of missing from work. Today’s the first day back and I’m feeling a little dizzy from all that action. I better take this slow and clear my 200 emails.
current mood: tired
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| Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008
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4:02 pm
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I damn bo liao lah. My outlook is hanging, still hanging…. Yup, still hanging now so I’ve decided to write a spontaneous post.
Here are 10 silly things that I want to do at this current moment:
1. Brush up my hokkien slang and scold bad words and make them sound more real. Much more real. Apparently Sam says that I’m not cho-loh enough when I spitted them.
2. Go up to my mother in law and tell her to stop shouting when she’s talking. She talks too loud, WAY TOO LOUD for my dainty ears…
3. Go up to her and tell her that I’m getting sick of her shit and that there is a balance for every damn thing.
4. Go for a damn shiok back massage and relieve the pain in my back.
5. Tell my father in law off for messing up the bathroom and the kitchen.
6. Tell my mom to shut up.
7. Buy good ear plugs to shut off all the noises.
8. Give Sam and big fat kiss.
9. Give my babies multiple kisses.
10. Cane Shourei for being rude.
Ok, just nice. The outlook ‘unhang’ liao. My letter J on the keyboard got something wrong.
Should I get the iphone?
current mood: curious
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