Archive for October, 2008

TGIF!

This week is fucking fast or what?

Anyway.

This week I have heard enough things to make me cringe, blush, stun, or just, don’t know how to react.

Imagine, someone who works with you, suddenly says, “You should never blog about your colleague’s open zipper. It is not hard to guess who is it. Please do not blog or take picture of my open zipper the next time…”

And then. “So, what is the answer you get from your male friends?”

I took like 3 seconds before I realised he was referring to a particular post below which is nothing short of embarrassing.

I mean, embarrassing when someone from work reads it lah.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh man. Just kill me.

So.

Wednesday went down to the east for a shoot, and conveniently missed a movie(sorry……. I owe you a date!), and made someone wait very the long.

We ended up missing an entire 007 event when we turned up only after the event was over.

But it was a nice dinner of Frog’s legs porridge at Geylang.

And did I mention I broke out in hives, with my injured finger swelling up again after few sips of very mild alcohol?

Argh.

Thursday was courier service day.

Rushed home from work, finally had a decent meal for the day(nowadays I only take dinner, and I take double the portion!), before I took the dreadfully long journey to the north-east to drop Minibean off at her grandparents’.

I stayed for dinner(my 2nd, full dinner), spent some time with the baby, before taking a cab…. to go supper.

Seriously. Like seriously. I am not fat for nothing(okay, tummy fat).

And I am going diving again! I think!

I am like on a sugar high today. I have no idea why. I am typing with too much exclaimations and girly sentences. So unlike me. So.. uncool.

To think I was mostly tired and exhausted this week!

Seriously… and.. oh, I was told I shouldn’t blog about… some stuff. So I shan’t.

And then. What else?

Woohoo! Mahjong tonight with my wifey!

I watching Lee Hom tomorrow, unfortunately cutie pie isn’t singing backup this time round. I thought he would be. So there is not much of a draw to watch Lee Hom. Tickets are free anyway, so yeap, I will be there.

And Avenue Q on Sunday!

Whee.

And of course, much needed rest for the weekend! :D

Have a great one, everyone.

Zipper

After spending sometime figuring out Gears of War 2 on the Xbox 360(damn awesome lah, the game, I tell you!), I realised I am seriously not gifted in gaming.

But I am seriously gifted in swearing while gaming.

***

While having a meeting today, I noticed the usually sleekly-dressed Korean colleague of mine was wearing a very crisp shirt.

I was looking at the other colleagues, who either never wear shirts, or that their shirts are so crumpled that… you know, they are likely to belong to my camp of untidiness.

His was meticulously ironed, and whoever who did the ironing, is terribly gifted in doing so.

This colleague of mine is no Rain(hahaha, the first meeting involved me telling him and another Korean colleague that “Huh! But you guys don’t look like Rain! -bimbo alert-), yet his sense of style is pretty interesting. Uniquely so. I once saw him in a pair of checkered pants and thought to myself that I would dress this way too if I were a guy.

There is just something about men’s style that intrigues me. I think I might head for a sex change soon or something.

Anyway, that’s beside the point.

So when I was checking out his neatly-ironed pants, while wondering to myself if he is one with OCD or a cleanliness freak… I uhm, noticed something.

His zipper was down.

I contemplated for the longest time before I gathered ALL of my courage to type a message in my handphone, before I “psst” at him, and passed him my phone, with the typed message, “By the way, your fly is undone. I think.”

He was draped casually on the couch when I said that, with a notebook covering it.

He raised a brow slightly and lifted one end of his notebook to look at you-know-where, and registered a too-cool-an-expression-to-be-embarrassment, before I looked away to spare him a few seconds of modesty.

I am not a pervvie. I think he must be thinking why was I looking at his crotch lah!

It didn’t help that at one point he stood up and I was sitting down to lean across to grab something.

Okay. I swear I ain’t a sleazeball.

***

I am officially annoyed.

With the usual.

Tsk tsk. Territorial is not a good trait, really.

SBB’s family want to spend time with Minibean from the 30th October to 9th November.

I know very well what would be Mum’s response, and thus, shortened it to just a few days.

She was showing me hell lot of attitude when I said it has been a long while since she went over, and it is only fair since they adore her.

And to be fair, they take very good care of her, and taught her a lot of things.

I mean my Mum teaches well too, and Minibean can recite A to Z all by herself.

And amazingly, she said “Charissa” and clapped for herself on Monday night. I was surprised when she said her name wholly for the first time.

She is one smart cookie.

Anyway. So I have to get “approval”.

I always go to Dad first but this time, I thought I would exercise some sensibility and respect, so I spoke to her.

She said after she sends the maid(yes, she is sending our 2nd maid back) back, they can take care of her when she not free.

Like, seriously.

And that would be 2nd week of November onwards.

So I said she could go this week and then after that, in November, anyway.

She just snapped.

“No, she cannot go so often.”

She went into her room, and possibly wanting to slam the door at me, but afraid I might do the extreme.

Huh? Like seriously.

And as usual, the rebel in me acted up. It was like me being grounded all over again.

So, I just silently retreated. I have became a wuss over the years.

Then, I called my dad today.

And yes, it is now resolved with mediation.

And I need a solution for it before it becomes a repetitive dread.

The weekend…

Not sure if it was all that long, cos I sure am hoping for more time, more rest, more space.

I sure indulge in plenty of guiltless sleep… lots and lots of rest. Just what I needed.

On Friday I saw a fabulous start to X08, which I will soon blog about.

On Friday, I learnt a lot. On Friday, I wonder if I will ever get there.

On Friday, it was a memory blast. I saw so many people. From the past. I saw people. The present.

On Friday, I was slightly lost.

On Friday, he was there waiting. On Friday, he was also there waiting. I was there, distracted.

On Friday, I was dead tired.

***

On Saturday, it was an early start of the day.

On Saturday, Minibean was scheduled to have her DNA profiling test done at Thomson Medical.

On Saturday, he picked us up from my place.

At Thomson Medical, he was there. He walked over to us, as he held Minibean over in his arms.

I looked away, as it was a moment I did not want to indulge in. The inevitable.

Tension. Awkwardness. A silent stare behind those glaring shades, an awkward smile in return.

It passed fast, and peaceful enough.

It was a long wait. And I wonder if she would get scared.

But she didn’t.

Minibean was a brave little girl. She didn’t squirm when the blood dripped from her tiny finger. In fact, she was looking at it with morbid interest as I taught her… “red colour”.

It took a while for it to get done, yet she was an absolutely darling which amazed the healthcare staff as well.

I was asked to give a sample too. And it added to my X-th visit to a hospital, and being pricked by a medical professional.

I was amused to see my occupation column wrote “DOC/NURSE” and I was even more amused when I showed it to a doctor, and he asked, “What is DOC?”.

LIKE SERIOUSLY?!

She did not even cry, and she was amused by the little plaster she had on her finger, just like how mummy has one on her index finger.

Matching shoes, matching black dresses… and now… plasters :)

***

We popped by TTSH to get Sharifah’s pressies wrapped, cos I didn’t have scotch tape.

Minibean was running up and down, and she spotted a box of raisins on someone’s table and then started crying for it.

And it was funny seeing everyone scurrying around to get her a big box of it.

Dropped by Simei, and then realised Mum had conveniently left Minibean’s milk powder out… and someone’s gotta get it.

Anyway, Minibean was so shy at the party that she was on the verge of crying when she saw so many kids and people. She hugged my thigh so tightly that I couldn’t walk, before she whimpered, “Mummy, carreeeeeee”.

So cute lah.

I actually was so tired despite 7 hours of sleep that I took an uber long nap at the carpark of Marina Square.

We popped by X08, and bumped into Zoe, who gave Minibean this little accessory that she refused to take off even till yesterday.

Had Kenny Rogers’ and someone actually recognised me from River Valley… someone whom herself, changed lots.

It was nice, and she couldn’t stop cooing how clever Minibean is. *beams with pride*
***
We popped by SBB’s for dinner, and as usual, she is the centre of attention while I get some break.

His auntie sent us back, and she fell asleep in my arms, and I like how she drilled herself into my embrace, and found a spot she comfortably fell asleep in.

I was finally home, and was thinking how nice it was to finally have some ME-TIME when she was fast asleep.

I can’t remember when was the last time I was this relax, and had some me-time to myself.

I was adamant about staying up till 4 ish, at least.

And before I knew it, I was fast asleep by 2am, with my glasses, and clothes still on, next to my desktop.

The next time I woke up, it was bright.

I only managed to take off my glasses before I fell asleep again.

I woke up at 12, to use the loo, and took off my clothes, before I crawled back into bed.

I don’t remember much, but I was up at 2pm.

I remember trying to wake up. But I fell asleep again.

It was then 4pm.

I tried waking up.. but….

So, it was 5ish when I finally woke up.

Woohoo!

15 hours of unadulterated sleep. BLISS I TELL U!

I had my me-time before going over to WT’s for dinner. His grand scheme of things include feeding me fat with his cooking, which honestly, is not bad. The food, not the scheming part.

Then, we had supper at Fong Seng prata shop. I somehow couldn’t stop eating. :(

We then searched for hot fudge sundae in the middle of the night to curb my cravings.

Which started from West Coast Mcdee’s to Tea Garden, before I had no choice but to settle for Magnum from a petrol kiosk, before I dozed off in the car as he sent me home.

I finally stayed up till 5ish am, which was such a norm for me in the past, and hardly achieved in recent days.

Man, I miss the 5am side of me.

I contentedly went to sleep, and woke up at only 2pm today.

Hell yeah, I need more rest, and space.

And it was great to wake up to Minibean’s giggles and endearing voice.

While she was asleep, Mum and I caught up by sitting by the table, having a bit of the prata she cooked(those you can buy from supermarkets), and we shared a pack of…. Julie’s crackers!

Apparently she doesn’t know about the biskies, and luckily I told her soon enough cos she had let Minibean had some recently.

And before we know it, it is already 6pm now, and barely any R & R left for myself before I set out to complete what I wanna do today.

Watch at least 1 episode of CSI. Get on Xbox LIVE. Finish up with eDM. Finish up with report. Smother Minibean with lotsa kisses and cuddles. Finish at least 1 blog entry(check!).

What a weekend… what a weekend.

Wankers

Giggles.

I just messaged like 7 chaps I know to ask them to spill information on the frequency of the above.

So, what is the average… like?

Giggles.

I am so matter-of-factly that I think I am going to lose male pals faster than I think I would.

So what’s YOUR average.

Number 1 reason not to skip lunch…

I have this habit of skipping lunch in the past couple of weeks.

And if you had asked me what I had for breakfast, lunch, and sometimes dinner.. I would perhaps had replied you, “Biscuits”.

The easy access to biscuits given out by the company, and the free-flow of diabetes-inducing drinks, are a very good and convenient reasons for me not to go for lunch, and to avoid the scary human-traffic.

I can’t tell you how much I depend on these biscuits.

Especially the plain crackers. I love, love, love them.

I think I could have had 10 packs of them in a day, over a 5-day week.

We ran out of these crackers earlier in the week, and I switched to the next best thing.

The peanut-butter ones.

Don’t have? Nevermind! There is always, the cheese-filled ones.

And when the crackers stocks were back a couple of days later, I took some for breakfast.. lunch.. tea… and pre-dinner snacks.

Many a times, they were also subject of my MMS, and you would definitely spot them if I took pictures of things on my desk.

So.

Melamine has also been found in 17 biscuit products from Malaysia. These are:

1. Julie’s Golden Kaka Crackers
2. Julie’s Wheat Crackers
3. Julie’s Cottage Crackers (Vegetable Yeast Cracker)
4. Julie’s Cottage Crackers (Original Yeast Cracker)
5. Julie’s Chez Creamy Cheese Sandwich
6. Julie’s Sugar Crackers (extra flaky)
7. Julie’s Waferico Chocolate Coated Wafers with Chocolate Cream Filling
8. Julie’s Cream Crackers
9. Julie’s Minico Rich Chocolate Chip Cookies
10. Julie’s Peanut Butter Sandwich

Seriously, damn cool.

And all I am worried about now, is what am I gonna snack on next?

I hope I ain’t gonna die. From hunger.

Drug twelve

Well well, the finger triggered off a chain of events, and a series of reactions.

Now, I have yet another infection from the stress of the long course of antibiotics(arghhhhh), and I can’t curse my luck enough.

Cos I really, really, hate this one. Candidiasis, baybeh.

Whines.

So. I am given yet another drug, my 12th(or was it… 13th?) for the month!

Fluconazole.

My body feels like a chemical factory, ready to explode anytime with the concoction of medication it houses.

And any more familiarity with medications and their names, I could perhaps graduate from school of medicine already.

The past and me.

It was indeed a bizarre Wednesday.

I happily started the day slipping into my favourite pair of killer heels.

The morning started with me braving the peak hour traffic, and didn’t reach the intended destination after a call that came in abruptly.

World’s safest driver.

And to top the safety checklist, a JB driver too.

From there, I took a cab as I didn’t want to be late. The short trip costs me $17.

I was just on the dot as I struggled to run on those heels.

And I was giving cute manual work to do, which required me to sit on the office floor in a dress, kneeling, bending over… flipping… and getting dirty…

With many of my colleagues chipping in to help as well. Though I don’t know them well, but they are the nicest bunch when everyone ended up sitting on the floor and completed the task fast fast.

Then we went around 3 floors of offices, doing special delivery. ;)

I had barely 5 minutes to rest the very sore feet(why ah? Why on the day I in that pair of heels?), before my next meeting was up at 12noon.

Meetings after meetings. My boss bought me lunch so we could eat and talk at the same time. By the time my beef brisket rice was finished, it was 2ish.

During our meeting, my hand was sweating darn lot, and the carbon from earlier part of the morning kinda made the dressing a little.. unsightly.

And then I realised… my finger was peeling and a large piece of skin shedded due to the opsite.

I didn’t quite update, but I will blog about it soon. I had my finger cut open, and stitched up again.

Bah. I got frustrated and I tore the entire piece out. Opsite. And the skin, of cos.

 

Free skin peel!

I decided to go without my dressing and I just went on with work without dressing on my wound, and feeling the occasion tug on the stitches. My injure finger’s neighbour had to endure the prick from the stitch though.

I met Gigi for tea! It was the nicest part of the afternoon!

And when I was heading up, I saw my primary school classmate I haven’t met for 15 years! He is a lawyer at a law firm in the same building but I didn’t manage to call out to him.

WT picked me up from work to dress my wound, and then we went for dinner at Raffles City, where I was supposed to meet another primary school classmate(Yaolong) who is back from UK for a short holiday.

When we were at MOS Burger, I bumped into Xuefen, who was also from the same class as Yaolong and the guy I bumped into in the afternoon(strange ah, all of us have cheenah names).

I had asked her to join us for drinks thereafter for a short catchup, and her last memory of me was when I was still teaching!

And to think she was closest to me in primary school.

She kinda reminded me of another close pal from primary school, Meiyi, whom I immediately called and managed to drag her out from home, and joined us for the evening!

What we had, was a small mini-gathering for primary schoolmates(since WT was from the next class anyway and was YL’s tuition classmate and hostel mate), at Insomnia.

Er.. yah, we didn’t suggest the place, YL’s friend did, which essentially made us the minority there.

Meiyi, Yaolong, Weitong, Huiting.

Er, or Mei Yee, Yaw Leng, Wee Thong, Wei Tien. Like seriously, we were confused by the Han Yu Pin Yin-transiting-to-dialect era.

Was pretty tired thus looking half-dead. Didn’t even bother popping in contact lens for the day.

Meiyi, whom I see every single day when I was in primary school since we shared the same school bus, and travelled from the west to Woodlands together, ‘cept on weekends.

When I was 18, YL and MY and I had a gathering… gee.. it is almost 10 years since we all last met together, though I saw both of them only late last year.

A stupid cockroach crawled right behind me. Tsk.

The reason why we all ended up at Insomnia - John!


Gee, I know Mei Yi for good 20 years, and the rest for 16.

And suddenly, I feel old.

And I feel my past catching up on me.

Nothing short of bittersweet.

I think I dozed off as soon as my head touched the bed. Maybe wearing those heels for 17 hours kinda killed me.

It was a series of dreams. I couldn’t quite remember how, but I couldn’t find my reality in them.

***

On a sidenote.

X08 is tomorrow.

Will you be there? ;)

***

So many things I have yet to blog.

Like, er, Tioman/Dayang.

Minibean.

Last weekend.

The past week.

The finger!!! Dammit.

Even my Moscow trip is becoming stale topic.