I refer to my entry "Amazon" on 28 July.
Except for "Happiness", I can't get "Reservoir Dogs", "Jackie Brown" and "Clerks" shipped to Singapore! It says "We're sorry. This item can't be shipped to the country you selected....." What the.............?!!!!
Have you ever tried something for the first time, with so much enthusiam, but failed?
DO YOU KNOW HOW DISAPPOINTING AND DISCOURAGING IT IS????? :(
Monday, July 31, 2006
Breakfast with ole friends
Finally I had breakfast with Serene and WB on Saturday.
Being a light sleeper and a mom too - are they mutually exclusive? - the day started really early with Serene first. Imagine, almost before 8am. She drove her Honda Accord to my place and we headed for hers. She wanted to pick up some mattress sheets and newspapers. Took me on a tour round her place...very nice but very clinical. It's all white, inclusive of the kitchen. Hence, her lucky maid is not expected (or rather, not allowed) to cook. She told me there are 44 small white lights in her living room itself. Mind you, her living room is NOT big.
So anyway, the breakfast session was really all about catching up. We hadn't seen each other since the O Levels. We used to be rather close when we were 14. The feeling I got is that we can do it again really soon. The chemistry with some friends just doesn't go away completely...and it always helps that we live near one another.
Being a light sleeper and a mom too - are they mutually exclusive? - the day started really early with Serene first. Imagine, almost before 8am. She drove her Honda Accord to my place and we headed for hers. She wanted to pick up some mattress sheets and newspapers. Took me on a tour round her place...very nice but very clinical. It's all white, inclusive of the kitchen. Hence, her lucky maid is not expected (or rather, not allowed) to cook. She told me there are 44 small white lights in her living room itself. Mind you, her living room is NOT big.
So anyway, the breakfast session was really all about catching up. We hadn't seen each other since the O Levels. We used to be rather close when we were 14. The feeling I got is that we can do it again really soon. The chemistry with some friends just doesn't go away completely...and it always helps that we live near one another.
Friday, July 28, 2006
A Rare Visitor
Yesterday evening, my dearest cousin-in-law Lawrence or very affectionately known as Howu Howu by family members and relatives (pronounced as "Hou Hou" with Cantonese accent) visited with this (101th?) gf.
OK, he wouldn't have come without the promise of Xbox. Still, he came not empty-handed, no less Cookies N Cream - one of my favourite flavours.
One cannot hate this guy. He's the most unpretentious person I've ever known - "TAKE ME AS I AM". Anyway his gf seems pleasant enough. I guessed her age to be 27 but she turned out to be 34. Wow... Howu Howu does seem to have a penchant for older women.
Hope to meet him again over dinner soon. :)
OK, he wouldn't have come without the promise of Xbox. Still, he came not empty-handed, no less Cookies N Cream - one of my favourite flavours.
One cannot hate this guy. He's the most unpretentious person I've ever known - "TAKE ME AS I AM". Anyway his gf seems pleasant enough. I guessed her age to be 27 but she turned out to be 34. Wow... Howu Howu does seem to have a penchant for older women.
Hope to meet him again over dinner soon. :)
Amazon
I'm about to make my virgin purchase at Amazon.com. I've been wanting to buy some DVDs which I'm sure I'll never find on the surface of Singapore.
1. Happiness
2. Jackie Brown
3. Clerks
I have the sudden urge to watch Quentin Tarantino films, especially Jackie Brown and Reservoir Dogs. I remembered watching Pulp Fiction when M got the video tape (???!!!) from USA. I tried twice, gave up halfway twice. Maybe if I try it again now, I may be able to understand it. :P
Apart from lack of time, I also miss the company of friends who's had the same interest in watching non-mainstream movies with me back then. 3 of them...1 whom I lost touch with, 1 who is in NZ and 1 who reads my blog regularly...you know who you are :)
1. Happiness
2. Jackie Brown
3. Clerks
I have the sudden urge to watch Quentin Tarantino films, especially Jackie Brown and Reservoir Dogs. I remembered watching Pulp Fiction when M got the video tape (???!!!) from USA. I tried twice, gave up halfway twice. Maybe if I try it again now, I may be able to understand it. :P
Apart from lack of time, I also miss the company of friends who's had the same interest in watching non-mainstream movies with me back then. 3 of them...1 whom I lost touch with, 1 who is in NZ and 1 who reads my blog regularly...you know who you are :)
Thursday, July 27, 2006
OUT
I WANT 2 GALS IN MY TEAM OUT! O-U-T OUT!
Lots of urgent leave application, always 'more sick' than the rest...one came in denim skirt and slippers today. I heard that HR questioned already and her reply: "I thought it is Friday today mah.".
Talk about relek one corner...I say attitude is just pure f*cked-up!
It's true I mentioned in one of my past entries that the turnover is high now...but no movement in my Division for the past years. I know that it can be something to be proud of but sometimes, we need a overhaul too...
Lots of urgent leave application, always 'more sick' than the rest...one came in denim skirt and slippers today. I heard that HR questioned already and her reply: "I thought it is Friday today mah.".
Talk about relek one corner...I say attitude is just pure f*cked-up!
It's true I mentioned in one of my past entries that the turnover is high now...but no movement in my Division for the past years. I know that it can be something to be proud of but sometimes, we need a overhaul too...
The Kissing Game
I always told myself - Asians only hold their love and affection for one another close to their hearts but they don't (and can't) display them openly so please do not apply the same to my kids.
I haven't.
Mong may not have reached the stage of understanding or appreciating it yet (or maybe it's just him being the quieter and reserved one...like M?). But Becks does spring me with her frequent and random "I love you's" and pecks. :)
Recently, I decided to play this l'le game with her. Maybe it's just a way of stealing more kisses from my gal. Heh.
Hello, how are youuuuuuuuuuuuu *Lips puckered, we kiss - muack*.
How do you dooooooooooooooooooo *muack*.
I am fine, thank youuuu................... *muack*
My favourite colour is bluuuuuuuue *muack*
Oh, you toooooooooooooooooooooo? *muack*"
She has lots of fun; always end up in giggles.
I may have given the Phonics lesson a run for their money though. :P
I haven't.
Mong may not have reached the stage of understanding or appreciating it yet (or maybe it's just him being the quieter and reserved one...like M?). But Becks does spring me with her frequent and random "I love you's" and pecks. :)
Recently, I decided to play this l'le game with her. Maybe it's just a way of stealing more kisses from my gal. Heh.
Hello, how are youuuuuuuuuuuuu *Lips puckered, we kiss - muack*.
How do you dooooooooooooooooooo *muack*.
I am fine, thank youuuu................... *muack*
My favourite colour is bluuuuuuuue *muack*
Oh, you toooooooooooooooooooooo? *muack*"
She has lots of fun; always end up in giggles.
I may have given the Phonics lesson a run for their money though. :P
Auntiness
Is it simply being in our 30s? I choose not to think so!
Well, I was just showing CF updated photos of my troops before sealing them in an envelope to be sent to my ex-maid when she commented: "What? Are you serious...you are going to send to her?"
I thought what the big fuss was...then in all auntiness, she clarified that she never did it despite several requests from her previous maid (who according to her, was reliable throughout the 2 years and doted on her kids) because she is 'very pan-tang' (superstitious).
OK, what now. Afraid of bomoh? Afraid she would accidentally leave behind a strand of her kids' hair or what. Her own pubes????????? WAHLAUEH.
Last week when I told her I was going to cut my hair this Saturday - much-awaited and needed, believe me - she said: "You sure....7th month coming. Cannot cut hair."
HUH? Then out of amusement and curiosity, I asked her what other restrictions. The rest I have heard before - DO NOT go out late at night, DO NOT buy new clothes for people, DO NOT move house, DO NOT go for ops (OK, what if someone is in dire need for the op??? OK, be polite...shut up Lorr...), etc.
I know I shouldn't mock at someone with their own beliefs and superstition. I mean I'm doing it here without her knowledge right? I was polite enough to just listen, smile and told her in my usual style: "Relax...chill."
So dear friends who know and read my blog, please spare me from such ****. Otherwise you will be blogged! :P
Well, I was just showing CF updated photos of my troops before sealing them in an envelope to be sent to my ex-maid when she commented: "What? Are you serious...you are going to send to her?"
I thought what the big fuss was...then in all auntiness, she clarified that she never did it despite several requests from her previous maid (who according to her, was reliable throughout the 2 years and doted on her kids) because she is 'very pan-tang' (superstitious).
OK, what now. Afraid of bomoh? Afraid she would accidentally leave behind a strand of her kids' hair or what. Her own pubes????????? WAHLAUEH.
Last week when I told her I was going to cut my hair this Saturday - much-awaited and needed, believe me - she said: "You sure....7th month coming. Cannot cut hair."
HUH? Then out of amusement and curiosity, I asked her what other restrictions. The rest I have heard before - DO NOT go out late at night, DO NOT buy new clothes for people, DO NOT move house, DO NOT go for ops (OK, what if someone is in dire need for the op??? OK, be polite...shut up Lorr...), etc.
I know I shouldn't mock at someone with their own beliefs and superstition. I mean I'm doing it here without her knowledge right? I was polite enough to just listen, smile and told her in my usual style: "Relax...chill."
So dear friends who know and read my blog, please spare me from such ****. Otherwise you will be blogged! :P
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Colleagues
Lunch was with Ben Son only. First time...cos CF couldn't make it with us last minute. That guy is truly C.R.A.P. but luckily in the midst of that, there is humour.
Apparently, the people in my company aren't as stoned as they appear to be in the office. You need time to warm them up. Outside office, they know where and when to chill.
Gone are those days of mine. These days I can't hang out late without stifling a yawn at 9pm, I can't feel upbeat the following day. I'm like this unfit old bag of bones! I still enjoy a club with a good live band though. Anytime.
Talk about bag of bones...I think M is becoming one. I swear I work better than the iSymphonic. :P
Apparently, the people in my company aren't as stoned as they appear to be in the office. You need time to warm them up. Outside office, they know where and when to chill.
Gone are those days of mine. These days I can't hang out late without stifling a yawn at 9pm, I can't feel upbeat the following day. I'm like this unfit old bag of bones! I still enjoy a club with a good live band though. Anytime.
Talk about bag of bones...I think M is becoming one. I swear I work better than the iSymphonic. :P
Welcome home
Yesterday evening when Mong saw me come home from work, he called out: "Mama."
Finally...
Audible.
Crystal clear.
:)
Finally...
Audible.
Crystal clear.
:)
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Resignation
No no...not me. I haven't the guts (and insanity) to resign yet.
Yes I know I just broached on the "resume" subject. That was me. This is about :B.
As I am typing, :B is in the midst of THROWING (ooooh, I just love this word) the letter to her micro-managing boss. She has gotten 2 new offers and have decided on 1.
Tendering can be nerve-wrecking. While I am sure in most cases, it is something we dream of doing (cos I believe push factor is usually stronger than pull factor), the process of bringing that letter to the face of your boss, asshole or not, is still not fun.
I thought back on the days I did it. Those who know me well knew I was quite the job-hopper before my troops came along. I remembered for my 1st job, I was reduced to communicating via email with my boss on my last day. And in my last job (before this one), it wasn't pleasant too cos the boss didn't approve of my leave offsetting and hence, I was stuck cos I promised my new employer I could start on a certain day. In the end, I did the unthinkable - MCs and urgent leave. All of 4 days...and I was home-free.
Still, we always look forward to a new chapter.
PS: *yay* I am done with the 'interrogation and scrutiny' by those Jap dudes!
Yes I know I just broached on the "resume" subject. That was me. This is about :B.
As I am typing, :B is in the midst of THROWING (ooooh, I just love this word) the letter to her micro-managing boss. She has gotten 2 new offers and have decided on 1.
Tendering can be nerve-wrecking. While I am sure in most cases, it is something we dream of doing (cos I believe push factor is usually stronger than pull factor), the process of bringing that letter to the face of your boss, asshole or not, is still not fun.
I thought back on the days I did it. Those who know me well knew I was quite the job-hopper before my troops came along. I remembered for my 1st job, I was reduced to communicating via email with my boss on my last day. And in my last job (before this one), it wasn't pleasant too cos the boss didn't approve of my leave offsetting and hence, I was stuck cos I promised my new employer I could start on a certain day. In the end, I did the unthinkable - MCs and urgent leave. All of 4 days...and I was home-free.
Still, we always look forward to a new chapter.
PS: *yay* I am done with the 'interrogation and scrutiny' by those Jap dudes!
Burstin Bladder
I dunno what overcame me. I have been disciplined enough not to consume fluid/water after 8pm every night because of my frequent trips to the loo in the middle of the night. Yet yesterday after that lovely bowl of white radish soup, I 'caved in' at the sight of green bean soup (my favourite!) in the fridge (OK, I also need to kick this bad habit of checking out the fridge every now and then, esp after meals).
The price to pay was awaiting me. 5 fucking trips to the toilet in the middle of the night! How am I gonna survive the meetings today! Some dudes from HQ are coming down to discuss with me what I have indicated in the Internal Control Ops Checklist. Sounds like a wonderful Tuesday...
The price to pay was awaiting me. 5 fucking trips to the toilet in the middle of the night! How am I gonna survive the meetings today! Some dudes from HQ are coming down to discuss with me what I have indicated in the Internal Control Ops Checklist. Sounds like a wonderful Tuesday...
Monday, July 24, 2006
Resume
Finally, it's updated. Upon reflection, I'm sure the 3 years and 3 months haven't given me a strong competitive edge over other people in similar capacity. But the working hours are so god-damned good to pass. I dun want to miss out on my kids' growing up...but I wonder - is this it? My ultimate sacriface?
Belated Cake-cutting (for sis)
Cake-cutting for sis' big 3-0 was belated this year. Cos of Becks' fever last weekend, we didn't hold it during dinner. Instead it was done on Friday.
Sis didn't want it but I pressed on. She probably doesn't understand the thrill candle-lit cakes bring to a child (Becks for this case). And of course, the joy of family gathering....,as well as, a chance to eat Awfully Chocolate cakes again (haha, so this IS my hidden agenda huh).
Weekend was the usual. In the end, I didn't attend Katherine's son's one-month celebration. Just didn't feel like it. Instead we went to my in-law's place at Marine Parade where I could have the chance to taste the char kway teow again. I crunched on a couple of crispy lard and felt that my life just lost by a few years. :P
Speaking of that, WB (or "Bong" known to some of my sec school friends since we were 14) emailed that her friend died of heart attack suddenly at the age of 37. She sent me and Serene a heart-warming email suggesting more frequent breakfast meetings at Compass Point. Close friends and family are most important. We never know when the last day of our lives is.
Sis didn't want it but I pressed on. She probably doesn't understand the thrill candle-lit cakes bring to a child (Becks for this case). And of course, the joy of family gathering....,as well as, a chance to eat Awfully Chocolate cakes again (haha, so this IS my hidden agenda huh).
Weekend was the usual. In the end, I didn't attend Katherine's son's one-month celebration. Just didn't feel like it. Instead we went to my in-law's place at Marine Parade where I could have the chance to taste the char kway teow again. I crunched on a couple of crispy lard and felt that my life just lost by a few years. :P
Speaking of that, WB (or "Bong" known to some of my sec school friends since we were 14) emailed that her friend died of heart attack suddenly at the age of 37. She sent me and Serene a heart-warming email suggesting more frequent breakfast meetings at Compass Point. Close friends and family are most important. We never know when the last day of our lives is.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Toilet Training
No, I haven't started with Mong yet. Initially I was worried why he hasn't shown any signs of readiness yet at his age (Jiejie was completely toilet-trained in the day by age 2). But I did recall my friends who have sons, telling me that they did not rid the diapers in the day till their boys were above 3-4. This is consoling.
So anyway, I came across this article which was very useful.
Does it really take longer to toilet train boys than girls?
Yes, although no one, including expert T. Berry Brazelton, seems to know why....(blah blah blah)
How do I teach my son to pee standing up? Once your child has mastered going to the bathroom sitting down, he can advance to trying the standing position. Having a readily available male role model is key. Arrange for your son to follow Dad, an uncle, or family friend to the bathroom to watch him in the act. When your son seems to understand how to do it, let him give it a go, perhaps into his own potty chair while standing next to the big toilet.
If he seems reluctant, try floating a few Cheerios or other small, flushable objects (some companies sell products just for this purpose) in the toilet bowl for target practice. Be prepared to do some cleanup around the toilet since it may take him some time to master the skill (practice makes perfect).
Cheerios???? OK, if friends happen to visit and see some Cheerios or chocolate bits or raisins (I think chocolate bits and raisins are a bad idea...they look like shit from a person who is constipated...so let me think what Mong's favourite snacks are...) floating in my toilet bowl, please dun misunderstand for poor house-keeping. It's simply that I have begun my mission with Mong. ;)
So anyway, I came across this article which was very useful.
Does it really take longer to toilet train boys than girls?
Yes, although no one, including expert T. Berry Brazelton, seems to know why....(blah blah blah)
How do I teach my son to pee standing up? Once your child has mastered going to the bathroom sitting down, he can advance to trying the standing position. Having a readily available male role model is key. Arrange for your son to follow Dad, an uncle, or family friend to the bathroom to watch him in the act. When your son seems to understand how to do it, let him give it a go, perhaps into his own potty chair while standing next to the big toilet.
If he seems reluctant, try floating a few Cheerios or other small, flushable objects (some companies sell products just for this purpose) in the toilet bowl for target practice. Be prepared to do some cleanup around the toilet since it may take him some time to master the skill (practice makes perfect).
Cheerios???? OK, if friends happen to visit and see some Cheerios or chocolate bits or raisins (I think chocolate bits and raisins are a bad idea...they look like shit from a person who is constipated...so let me think what Mong's favourite snacks are...) floating in my toilet bowl, please dun misunderstand for poor house-keeping. It's simply that I have begun my mission with Mong. ;)
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Withdrawal Symptoms!
No wonder I've been feeling restless and fidgety lah (OK OK, besides the boredom from work)...I realised I haven't eaten chocolate for days! Craving is strong now; I hope the chocolate bars that ah-neh stall sells are not expired yet...
Things about Me that most wouldn't know...
I was listening to the radio on the way to work this morning...and I heard a song which sounded like a Christmas carol. Instead of being turned off by it, it brought me back to 1986. The year when I went for my one and only caroling. It had been so so enjoyable.
Then I kinda thought, hmm...what are the other things that most of my friends didn't know about me?
1. Caroled at 12.
2. Took part in story-telling at 11 in school. Came in 2nd.
3. Nail-chewing habit (still super active today!) started at 11.
4. Went for a piano studio recording at 12.
5. Went to a DJ workshop with Amy at 16.(Yes, I always wanted to be a radio broad-caster!)
6. Got dropped out after 2nd round of interview with Power 98 in 1995.
7. Really 'broke up' with a galfriend in 1997 along Boat Quay.
8. Stalked outside Mike's flat unit with WL...(WL, when? 1999???)
OK. I feel stripped naked so let's stop at 8 for now. What are yours? :)
Then I kinda thought, hmm...what are the other things that most of my friends didn't know about me?
1. Caroled at 12.
2. Took part in story-telling at 11 in school. Came in 2nd.
3. Nail-chewing habit (still super active today!) started at 11.
4. Went for a piano studio recording at 12.
5. Went to a DJ workshop with Amy at 16.(Yes, I always wanted to be a radio broad-caster!)
6. Got dropped out after 2nd round of interview with Power 98 in 1995.
7. Really 'broke up' with a galfriend in 1997 along Boat Quay.
8. Stalked outside Mike's flat unit with WL...(WL, when? 1999???)
OK. I feel stripped naked so let's stop at 8 for now. What are yours? :)
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Rafee's Corner (#02-85)
Only after Michelin has left Tanjong Pagar area and :B is going to too do I discover this heavenly stall at Amoy Food Centre that sells yummilicious teh tarik. The stall will have you know through a newspaper article dated 15 Jan 2006 hanging outside.
Move over #01-67.
PS: OK, as I was typing this, :B sms me that she may be going Japan for an interview! WOW!
Move over #01-67.
PS: OK, as I was typing this, :B sms me that she may be going Japan for an interview! WOW!
Get Star Trekked!
Did I tell you what M has been up to every night? 11pm-2am without fail. Star Trek Voyager first, then X box. I can understand the enthusiam for the latter but Star Trek????!!!
He said the series is a span of 7 years wor.
I know I will offend some die-hard fans. Just can't get it though, what with the spandex, colour of the spandex, hairstyle, cheesy backdrop, etc.
OK, at least it's not porn he's into. :P
He said the series is a span of 7 years wor.
I know I will offend some die-hard fans. Just can't get it though, what with the spandex, colour of the spandex, hairstyle, cheesy backdrop, etc.
OK, at least it's not porn he's into. :P
Got cold?
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been sneezing dunno-how-many-thousand-times since this morning. Please dun tell me I've caught a cold. :(
Phase 2 of Project
The project team met yesterday to discuss about Phase 2. Finally. Let the real work begin! :P
Civic-mindedness (in the office)
I walked into the pantry to warm up my soya bean milk when I saw so much crumbs on the table top. Tsk tsk...
Last time, there had been coffee stains, unwashed containers, mouldy bread, long-expired yoghurt in the fridge. Then there were used sanitary pads found inside the dustbin outside the cubicles of the female toilet...this really set off the cleaner who complained to CF.
After a few complaints and even a self-made notice (by Admin) aimed to remind females to dispose their used sanitary pads properly, the episode finally stopped.
I just can't understand that some person/people in the same office would be this daft?! CF's dirty job I guess. To spot check and to send mass emails which all of us dread to receive and read.
Last time, there had been coffee stains, unwashed containers, mouldy bread, long-expired yoghurt in the fridge. Then there were used sanitary pads found inside the dustbin outside the cubicles of the female toilet...this really set off the cleaner who complained to CF.
After a few complaints and even a self-made notice (by Admin) aimed to remind females to dispose their used sanitary pads properly, the episode finally stopped.
I just can't understand that some person/people in the same office would be this daft?! CF's dirty job I guess. To spot check and to send mass emails which all of us dread to receive and read.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
In & Out of Sleep (night diaper weaning)
I have been waking up more often in the night....Becks frets quite a lot now. I suspect that is when her bladder starts getting full. You see, she has been managing to stay dry for much longer periods and finally, on Saturday 15 Jul, despite her illness, she woke up, woke me up and asked me to bring her to the toilet. That I gladly did. :) Signs of growing up.
Anyways, luckily most of the time, I managed to sleep back when I got woken up....then I'd move on to dream a new dream.
I dun remember all of them and when I do for some, it's only a distinct part. The night before yesterday, I dreamt of integration of trigonometry. I dun really know if I did a test on it or I stumbled upon some work (yea right...John Nash's?), but when I woke up, first thing I thought: integration of sine becomes cosine? Tangent becomes cotangent?
WTF?!
If it is true that we dream of what lies in our sub-conscious state of mind, what was my mind thinking on Sunday night then?
Sibling Bond
Mong has reached the age whereby he'll take refuge in the one whom he finds most comforting.
Whenever Jun calls out to him: "Travis, are you hungry? Time for dinner.....! Mumm mumm...!", he'll come running to me. Heh. Yesterday, he ran into the room where I was, with his favourite Hungry Caterpillar book in hand and sat at my feet literally. I had to scoop him up and bring him to his chair.
He is also at the age whereby he is capable of feeling and expressing empathy. Last weekend when Becks was feeling so unwell and cranky, he looked at Jiejie and hugged her from behind. 2 arms around the entire circumference of Becks' body. Jiejie immediately stopped crying and broke into a smile despite tears-a-flowing.
Becks could also recover fast cos she's been such a co-operative gal. Unlike stories you hear of children protesting over medicine consumption, she needed no coaxing. She'd know when it was time for her medicine, opened her mouth widely and swallowed the liquid in a split second. She reasoned with me: "I must get well soon so that I can get near Travis again."
Kodak moments.
Happy Birthday Sis!
Time flies...it didn't occur to me that my cute l'le sister has finally reached the big 3-0 today. She says it's the new 20. Heh.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FONG!!!
My cousin Ivy emailed me last week that she will be doing a c-section today. So her twin boys, Ian & Aidan will also share the same birthday as sis. :)
Twins...gonna be oh so very cute...but I shudder at the thought of the care-giving part. Good luck to her man. :P
Monday, July 17, 2006
New Staff
I am amused by CF. Each time she brings new staff around to introduce them to us, she will shake her q-mo and flutter her eye lashes as she speak. God save us please...
Anyway, 3 new staff. They don't belong to my side but the other. Still, I appreciate that I have new faces to see every now and then. Of course the manager will not share the same sentiment; it's been a very tough period for the ops team.
3 gals of different shapes and sizes. One had her pants a tad low that I heard her bright blue undies was peeking out (her blue bra can be seen through her top though - that I saw), the other appeared immaculate and the 3rd was just different (short hair, funky specs) and seemed aloof. Angie said Blue Undie Gal looks like xxx (name of ex-friend). I checked her out again. She does. Hmm, I do miss her a leeeeetle bit.
Anyway, 3 new staff. They don't belong to my side but the other. Still, I appreciate that I have new faces to see every now and then. Of course the manager will not share the same sentiment; it's been a very tough period for the ops team.
3 gals of different shapes and sizes. One had her pants a tad low that I heard her bright blue undies was peeking out (her blue bra can be seen through her top though - that I saw), the other appeared immaculate and the 3rd was just different (short hair, funky specs) and seemed aloof. Angie said Blue Undie Gal looks like xxx (name of ex-friend). I checked her out again. She does. Hmm, I do miss her a leeeeetle bit.
Down and Out (Becky's turn)
It was a looooong and tiring weekend. On Friday afternoon, I received a call from mom informing that Becks was running a high fever (39C). I gave instructions on what medicine and the dosage to give. Mom's lack of sense in taking instruction (or simply too lazy to listen to wordy advice or anything from ME) grated on my nerves. She seemed to be in a hurry to disconnect also. Got me flared up... in the office. So there ya go. More than 3 years of cool n calm image projected in the office was gone in 1 sec.
By night, her temperature got higher. That meant sleepless night for M & I.
Saturday was spent separating the troops from each other ...and listening to Becks' every beck and call. Tired as I was, I was the willing 'slave'.
Finally, at 7am on Sunday, her fever broke and all was well when she woke up. We hurried her to Tien Hsia and again, brought Mong to Punggol Park. I am beginning to love that place. :)
It didn't end badly...but it taught me a few things. That being a parent isn't for the weak-hearted, it isn't for the impatient, it isn't for those who love or need to sleep, it isn't for those who badly want time and space for themselves. I got none of those.
I've learnt to function with just 2-3 hours of quality sleep on Friday and Saturday night. By function, I meant being the clown and playmate to Mong, being the attentive care-giver to Becks, being the companion to M (thank God we managed to squeeze in time for Gelare's waffles with their to-die-for chocolate ice cream - kept my sanity in check!), being the employer to Jun, and being the regular friend to :B (I didn't respond too poorly over sms despite my crazy schedule, did I?).
To better days ahead...... *cheers*
By night, her temperature got higher. That meant sleepless night for M & I.
Saturday was spent separating the troops from each other ...and listening to Becks' every beck and call. Tired as I was, I was the willing 'slave'.
Finally, at 7am on Sunday, her fever broke and all was well when she woke up. We hurried her to Tien Hsia and again, brought Mong to Punggol Park. I am beginning to love that place. :)
It didn't end badly...but it taught me a few things. That being a parent isn't for the weak-hearted, it isn't for the impatient, it isn't for those who love or need to sleep, it isn't for those who badly want time and space for themselves. I got none of those.
I've learnt to function with just 2-3 hours of quality sleep on Friday and Saturday night. By function, I meant being the clown and playmate to Mong, being the attentive care-giver to Becks, being the companion to M (thank God we managed to squeeze in time for Gelare's waffles with their to-die-for chocolate ice cream - kept my sanity in check!), being the employer to Jun, and being the regular friend to :B (I didn't respond too poorly over sms despite my crazy schedule, did I?).
To better days ahead...... *cheers*
MotoGP 2006 in Sepang
It's here again. Staff has received CF's email regarding the trip.
After seeing this article online about Rossi's victory (one of his many), I reckon it should be another exhilarating experience.
Rossi battles to German MotoGP win
July 17, 2006 - 8:14AM
Valentino Rossi has kept alive the defence of his MotoGP title with a battling victory in the German Grand Prix.
The Italian Yamaha rider fought from 11th position at the start for his second straight win at the twisting Sachsenring circuit, holding off a stiff challenge from compatriot Marco Melandri on the final lap to win by 0.145 seconds.
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Details of the trips are forgotten....of course I'm not going, again. :P
After seeing this article online about Rossi's victory (one of his many), I reckon it should be another exhilarating experience.
Rossi battles to German MotoGP win
July 17, 2006 - 8:14AM
Valentino Rossi has kept alive the defence of his MotoGP title with a battling victory in the German Grand Prix.
The Italian Yamaha rider fought from 11th position at the start for his second straight win at the twisting Sachsenring circuit, holding off a stiff challenge from compatriot Marco Melandri on the final lap to win by 0.145 seconds.
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Details of the trips are forgotten....of course I'm not going, again. :P
Friday, July 14, 2006
Hidetoshi Nakata
Everybody loves him. Or rather, I know WL loves him.
In our almost-daily afternoon sessions, Shen forwarded us a picture of Nakata and I can't help but agree that Shen does look like him. Wow, Shen...I never knew leh...
Block and Delete
MSN Part 2?
These days, we don't go "I dun fren you anymore". OK OK, cos I am 32 this year and most of my closer friends are born in the same generation where we know what SBC is and that Skid Row & Guns N Roses are rock of all mother-fuckin rock.
Thanks to :B, I remembered OUR "ex-friend"'s birthday is approaching. I remembered how she used to tell me how great MSN was when she was still in this company. If I had signed in sooner, 4 of us would have had a complete blast, i.e. no need to work anymore.
Then shit happens and we struck her off. Literally. She probably did the same too cos :B, not having done it sooner than Michelin and me, no longer saw her online. Even her blog was deleted (or maybe it turned private).
So anyway, such is the sad ending. I still think of her sometimes.
These days, we don't go "I dun fren you anymore". OK OK, cos I am 32 this year and most of my closer friends are born in the same generation where we know what SBC is and that Skid Row & Guns N Roses are rock of all mother-fuckin rock.
Thanks to :B, I remembered OUR "ex-friend"'s birthday is approaching. I remembered how she used to tell me how great MSN was when she was still in this company. If I had signed in sooner, 4 of us would have had a complete blast, i.e. no need to work anymore.
Then shit happens and we struck her off. Literally. She probably did the same too cos :B, not having done it sooner than Michelin and me, no longer saw her online. Even her blog was deleted (or maybe it turned private).
So anyway, such is the sad ending. I still think of her sometimes.
MSN to be banned?
CF aka Bitch (or more professionally known as "Corporate Finance-cum-HR Manager") sms me 2 days ago, revealing that Management has decided to ban MSN. It was one of the topics discussed during Management Meeting. IT governance. Corporate social responsibility. Blah blah blah...
So anyway, first thing that struck me was - Old Man (MD) wouldn't know what MSN is or even bother with it unless some evil force out there has hit him hard. Chances are such evil force won't strike unless the Mother of all Evils told him, which I know she's damn capable of.
Some of them who sat inside the meeting wanted to know how the topic was born. Then CF told me without my prompting (whoa......guilt?). Indirectly, it was her who brought up the subject. Again, why am I not surprised?
So anyway, if MSN is really gone, there goes my connection with many good friends.
I know friendships should be more than just online liaison...but it's that daily dose you get. Hey, I see you online, now you are off, now I know you are 'out for lunch', 'on the phone', etc.
Shen, again you will be dearly missed. The almost-daily hellos amongst you, WL and I.
Let's see when it happens, if it happens.
So anyway, first thing that struck me was - Old Man (MD) wouldn't know what MSN is or even bother with it unless some evil force out there has hit him hard. Chances are such evil force won't strike unless the Mother of all Evils told him, which I know she's damn capable of.
Some of them who sat inside the meeting wanted to know how the topic was born. Then CF told me without my prompting (whoa......guilt?). Indirectly, it was her who brought up the subject. Again, why am I not surprised?
So anyway, if MSN is really gone, there goes my connection with many good friends.
I know friendships should be more than just online liaison...but it's that daily dose you get. Hey, I see you online, now you are off, now I know you are 'out for lunch', 'on the phone', etc.
Shen, again you will be dearly missed. The almost-daily hellos amongst you, WL and I.
Let's see when it happens, if it happens.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
No appetite...for food, drinks and work
Have you tried plum juice mixed with sugarcane before?
Please dun...not especially when you are recovering from stomach flu or whatever I suffered from yesterday.
Lunch with :B was not the usual as there was no TT to end it off.
Luckily boss is away on business these 2 days, so I can look dead, feel dead and play dead during office hours. I have to do a half-year MBO review with my staff (read my lips: BS).
Please dun...not especially when you are recovering from stomach flu or whatever I suffered from yesterday.
Lunch with :B was not the usual as there was no TT to end it off.
Luckily boss is away on business these 2 days, so I can look dead, feel dead and play dead during office hours. I have to do a half-year MBO review with my staff (read my lips: BS).
EXcess & ACcess
We live in an era whereby there is so much to choose from and the freedom to choose them.
Are we happier?
Are we happier?
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Down and Out!
Gosh, whatever I ate yesterday, I really went down man.Rock bottom.
I couldn't think about food, chocolates, ice cream, teh C or TT the whole of today.
2 more days of MC left for the year... :(
I couldn't think about food, chocolates, ice cream, teh C or TT the whole of today.
2 more days of MC left for the year... :(
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Lunch with Jennifer
Jen noticed that we tend to meet once every 3-4 months. We met up today cos I sent her an email last week, going: "End of Q2 already, when's our meeting?" The consistency is considered quite a feat given that she practically lives out of a suitcase (her biz trips are so frequent!) and I'm caught up with family life.
She always has stories of her friends' kids to share and of cos, they don't come without her interesting analysis. In one of the many topics squeezed into 1 hour, we discussed about job (and salary) satisfaction. I said being parents, we can't be contented, not with salary. But she said having kids isn't all that expensive. They eat simply, they treat anywhere their playground, they read books found readily in the library or big book stores, school fees are regulated by MOE...it's the extras that the parents want to give their children that cost.
For e.g. 3 kids - one learns the violin, one the piano and one ballet. 2 musical instruments and 1 dress and pair of shoes. Hell, the parents can just sign all of them up for piano lessons to minimize cost...but no, parents don't do that.
Montessori or PAP: does it make a difference for a 3-4 year old? The benefits that can be reaped may be marginal considering the difference in school fees is a bloomin' $800 per term.
When we meet an inspiring CEO of a company, do we wonder: Hmm, he could be from Bridges Montessori Class of 1965 man....
She always has stories of her friends' kids to share and of cos, they don't come without her interesting analysis. In one of the many topics squeezed into 1 hour, we discussed about job (and salary) satisfaction. I said being parents, we can't be contented, not with salary. But she said having kids isn't all that expensive. They eat simply, they treat anywhere their playground, they read books found readily in the library or big book stores, school fees are regulated by MOE...it's the extras that the parents want to give their children that cost.
For e.g. 3 kids - one learns the violin, one the piano and one ballet. 2 musical instruments and 1 dress and pair of shoes. Hell, the parents can just sign all of them up for piano lessons to minimize cost...but no, parents don't do that.
Montessori or PAP: does it make a difference for a 3-4 year old? The benefits that can be reaped may be marginal considering the difference in school fees is a bloomin' $800 per term.
When we meet an inspiring CEO of a company, do we wonder: Hmm, he could be from Bridges Montessori Class of 1965 man....
Long weekend
Yesterday was a company holiday. I took the chance to bring L'le Mong to the hospital for his follow-up check-up.
Kids are unpredictable and amazing. The minute we emerged from the MRT station and the hospital building loomed ahead, he cried. Actually he sniffed. Then tears rolled out. I swear he will always be the man of my moment - HE ALWAYS BREAKS MY HEART! (sorry, M.....). It was very traumatic for him at the hospital about 2 weeks ago...with the neubilizer but I didn't expect him to recognize the place, the building. But thinking back, why not. We brought him to the playground at the other side of the estate on Saturday, he protested. Then I realised that we would take the same route if we brought him to see the family doctor. 4th floor of Compass Point has also proven to be a horror to him. On our way to the library, he'll cry cos the barber is located next to the library. Guess the shaving experience in May didn't leave fond memories. Aw.......poor Mong.
So there, he was playing hide n seek with the nurses. He hid behind the pram and luckily, sought some comfort from there. The toys distracted him further. When it was finally his turn, I said: "Come, let's go, follow Mummy", his lips dipped and he cried again. Pretty Dr Toh couldn't even get near him. Her charm, her soothing voice, sweets, my hp videos did not help. So we ended up asking and answering questions above the wails and protest. That session which lasted for 20 minutes also cost me $309 (consultation plus 60 sachets - please tell me the sachets work wonders).
Having about 1.5 hours before his lunch-time, I brought Mong to the Central Library. His 1st time there. My 1st time there. Selection of books isn't very wide but space was. He had a very good time exploring the place and arranging chairs in a row and counting them one by one.
My tiring but fruitful afternoon ended up with a teh C by myself and a tabloid thrash magazine. :)
Kids are unpredictable and amazing. The minute we emerged from the MRT station and the hospital building loomed ahead, he cried. Actually he sniffed. Then tears rolled out. I swear he will always be the man of my moment - HE ALWAYS BREAKS MY HEART! (sorry, M.....). It was very traumatic for him at the hospital about 2 weeks ago...with the neubilizer but I didn't expect him to recognize the place, the building. But thinking back, why not. We brought him to the playground at the other side of the estate on Saturday, he protested. Then I realised that we would take the same route if we brought him to see the family doctor. 4th floor of Compass Point has also proven to be a horror to him. On our way to the library, he'll cry cos the barber is located next to the library. Guess the shaving experience in May didn't leave fond memories. Aw.......poor Mong.
So there, he was playing hide n seek with the nurses. He hid behind the pram and luckily, sought some comfort from there. The toys distracted him further. When it was finally his turn, I said: "Come, let's go, follow Mummy", his lips dipped and he cried again. Pretty Dr Toh couldn't even get near him. Her charm, her soothing voice, sweets, my hp videos did not help. So we ended up asking and answering questions above the wails and protest. That session which lasted for 20 minutes also cost me $309 (consultation plus 60 sachets - please tell me the sachets work wonders).
Having about 1.5 hours before his lunch-time, I brought Mong to the Central Library. His 1st time there. My 1st time there. Selection of books isn't very wide but space was. He had a very good time exploring the place and arranging chairs in a row and counting them one by one.
My tiring but fruitful afternoon ended up with a teh C by myself and a tabloid thrash magazine. :)
A typical Singaporean answer?
The morning chirpy-as-usual DJs were talking about Zizou's mysterious head-butting.
What did the Italian player actually say to him that made him do that?
So they invited listeners to call in, supposedly giving them a chance to exercise their creativity, at the same time, injecting humour.
This guy called up and said: "Your (Zizou's) gu gu chiao is too small."
And the DJ (I'm not even gonna mention her name....) laughed.
On national radio. And she aired it...and she found that funny? OMG.
I hope that didn't find its way to international level...
What did the Italian player actually say to him that made him do that?
So they invited listeners to call in, supposedly giving them a chance to exercise their creativity, at the same time, injecting humour.
This guy called up and said: "Your (Zizou's) gu gu chiao is too small."
And the DJ (I'm not even gonna mention her name....) laughed.
On national radio. And she aired it...and she found that funny? OMG.
I hope that didn't find its way to international level...
Friday, July 07, 2006
The Meaning of Life
You'd think it's TGIF today and I'll wrap up my last entry of the day with stories on booze, sex and drugs.
I hardly read...books/novels that is. The last one I managed to finish was more than 2 years ago. Then during one of the many trips to the library with my troops, I saw it lying on the main table, supposedly one of the 'books of the month'.
It was just the right size, just the right thickness, just the right font, just the right font size. :P
I decided I could use it for my train trips back home from work. Well, I got lucky. I judged a book by its cover (and many other things) and found that I got to read about the meaning of life - Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom.
An excerpt which I read yesterday:
"Yet when I looked at Morrie, I wondered if I were in his shoes, about to die, and I had no family, no children, would the emptiness be unbearable? He had raised two sons to be loving and caring, and like Morrie, they were not shy with their affection. Had he so desired, they would have stopped what they were doing to be with their father every minute of his final months. But that was not what he wanted.
"Do not stop your lives," he told them. "Otherwise this disease will have ruined three of us instead of one."
In this way, even as he was dying, he showed respect for his children's worlds. Little wonder that when they sat with him, there was a waterfall of affection, lots of kisses and jokes and crouching by the side of the bed, holding hands.
"Whenever people ask me about having children or not having children, I never tell them what to do," Morrie said now, looking at a photo of his oldest son. "I simply say, 'There is no experience like having children.' That's all. There is no substitute for it. You cannot do it with a friend. You cannot do it with a lover. If you want the experience of having complete responsibility for another human being, and to learn how to love and bond in the deepest way, then you should have children."
It's 5:30pm now. Time for me to end my work week and go back to my humble abode, into the arms of my family...............Till next week.
I hardly read...books/novels that is. The last one I managed to finish was more than 2 years ago. Then during one of the many trips to the library with my troops, I saw it lying on the main table, supposedly one of the 'books of the month'.
It was just the right size, just the right thickness, just the right font, just the right font size. :P
I decided I could use it for my train trips back home from work. Well, I got lucky. I judged a book by its cover (and many other things) and found that I got to read about the meaning of life - Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom.
An excerpt which I read yesterday:
"Yet when I looked at Morrie, I wondered if I were in his shoes, about to die, and I had no family, no children, would the emptiness be unbearable? He had raised two sons to be loving and caring, and like Morrie, they were not shy with their affection. Had he so desired, they would have stopped what they were doing to be with their father every minute of his final months. But that was not what he wanted.
"Do not stop your lives," he told them. "Otherwise this disease will have ruined three of us instead of one."
In this way, even as he was dying, he showed respect for his children's worlds. Little wonder that when they sat with him, there was a waterfall of affection, lots of kisses and jokes and crouching by the side of the bed, holding hands.
"Whenever people ask me about having children or not having children, I never tell them what to do," Morrie said now, looking at a photo of his oldest son. "I simply say, 'There is no experience like having children.' That's all. There is no substitute for it. You cannot do it with a friend. You cannot do it with a lover. If you want the experience of having complete responsibility for another human being, and to learn how to love and bond in the deepest way, then you should have children."
It's 5:30pm now. Time for me to end my work week and go back to my humble abode, into the arms of my family...............Till next week.
Engrish
The 'fog' and giddiness have cleared somewhat. Just a 60c-remedy (TT). Thank you #01-67....you know I love you.
It was a nice simple lunch with an ole friend. WL, work around here longer lah. I think I have met up with you more often in the past year than I had in total in the last 5. :)
After lunch is my unofficial siesta. I was just surfing the net when I came across this article:
Push for Simpler Spelling Persists
WASHINGTON - When "say," "they" and "weigh" rhyme, but "bomb," "comb" and "tomb" don't, wuudn't it maek mor sens to spel wurdz the wae thae sound?
Those in favor of simplified spelling say children would learn faster and illiteracy rates would drop. Opponents say a new system would make spelling even more confusing.
Eether wae, the consept has yet to capcher th publix imajinaeshun.
I realised that most people speak better than they write.
You can have this top manager, decked in cufflinks, shirt and tie whom you are in awe of and when he sends an all-important email, the professional image can be gone forever as a result of lack of grasp for correct spelling, grammar and choice of words.
Common ones in speech or writing that I've encountered: Nowsaday (nowadays), delicate (dedicate), moral (morale), advice/advise (advise/advice), practice/practise (practise/practice),
I back (beg) your pardon.
Any more you know?
It was a nice simple lunch with an ole friend. WL, work around here longer lah. I think I have met up with you more often in the past year than I had in total in the last 5. :)
After lunch is my unofficial siesta. I was just surfing the net when I came across this article:
Push for Simpler Spelling Persists
WASHINGTON - When "say," "they" and "weigh" rhyme, but "bomb," "comb" and "tomb" don't, wuudn't it maek mor sens to spel wurdz the wae thae sound?
Those in favor of simplified spelling say children would learn faster and illiteracy rates would drop. Opponents say a new system would make spelling even more confusing.
Eether wae, the consept has yet to capcher th publix imajinaeshun.
I realised that most people speak better than they write.
You can have this top manager, decked in cufflinks, shirt and tie whom you are in awe of and when he sends an all-important email, the professional image can be gone forever as a result of lack of grasp for correct spelling, grammar and choice of words.
Common ones in speech or writing that I've encountered: Nowsaday (nowadays), delicate (dedicate), moral (morale), advice/advise (advise/advice), practice/practise (practise/practice),
I back (beg) your pardon.
Any more you know?
ABC Song
There Mong was, in the dark, stumbling over pillows and bolsters, doing his usual thang when he said something familiar ...or rather he was singing. The alphabet song! OMG OMG OMG.
"ABCDEFG....HIJK.......................Now I know my ABC....."
And he trailed off. So mummy continued: "next time won't you sing with..........mummy."
Again, the blue italic word was finished off by him.
No no, not biased. I know I'm blogging more on the boy than the girl...but this is the stage when a toddler is most amazing and amusing. I regret I didn't start blogging earlier. I did use to consider keeping a journal, recording down each and every development and milestone the kids go through. Then the disorganized and lazy side of me would take over, as usual...
"ABCDEFG....HIJK.......................Now I know my ABC....."
And he trailed off. So mummy continued: "next time won't you sing with..........mummy."
Again, the blue italic word was finished off by him.
No no, not biased. I know I'm blogging more on the boy than the girl...but this is the stage when a toddler is most amazing and amusing. I regret I didn't start blogging earlier. I did use to consider keeping a journal, recording down each and every development and milestone the kids go through. Then the disorganized and lazy side of me would take over, as usual...
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Bosses: Female vs Male
Most of us would shudder at the thought of reporting to a female boss. Word association - PMS.
I am perfectly accepting to my current boss (he's Japanese, remember?). Afterall it's been 3 years. 3 years is usually the window to decide if the relationship is heading anywhere. Well, this one is still on the right track.
But I realised the difficult part is handling a male's ego. You dun agree with what they say or how they plan, you can't express it too strongly. If you do express, you have to choose the right words...by which time, half the meaning is lost and half your brain cells are wiped out. So you choose the easy way out - to shut up.
Finally last evening, he spoke to me about the transfer of the 2 gals in my team to the other side. I thought he was agreeable to the idea. But as Japanese would be, they spend another 10-15 min going one full circle and finally I grasp the story - NO, he doesn't want them transferred.
Another 20 min was spent blah blah-ing.
I am FOR the transfer but I know that no matter how I reasoned, how much I reasoned, dun want means dun want.
DAMN. Win liao lor.
I am perfectly accepting to my current boss (he's Japanese, remember?). Afterall it's been 3 years. 3 years is usually the window to decide if the relationship is heading anywhere. Well, this one is still on the right track.
But I realised the difficult part is handling a male's ego. You dun agree with what they say or how they plan, you can't express it too strongly. If you do express, you have to choose the right words...by which time, half the meaning is lost and half your brain cells are wiped out. So you choose the easy way out - to shut up.
Finally last evening, he spoke to me about the transfer of the 2 gals in my team to the other side. I thought he was agreeable to the idea. But as Japanese would be, they spend another 10-15 min going one full circle and finally I grasp the story - NO, he doesn't want them transferred.
Another 20 min was spent blah blah-ing.
I am FOR the transfer but I know that no matter how I reasoned, how much I reasoned, dun want means dun want.
DAMN. Win liao lor.
Kids & Words
As far back as I can remember, "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" has been Mong's favourite book.
If you keep it in the book shelf, propped up among many others, somehow he can spot the title on the spine and pull it out.
I love it when he completes the sentences.
"On Saturday, the caterpillar ate through one piece of chocolate CAKE, one ice-cream CCCCONE, one slice of CHEEESE, one cherry PIE, one cup CAKE, one salaMI, one lolliPOP .............and one slice of water MENON (melon). That night, he had a stomach ACHE. PAIN PAIN".
For a quiet boy like him, to hear him say those words in italics blue is an inexplicable joy to me. And finally M heard them all last night. :)
Speaking of words, last night in the midst of our usual conversation, Becks went: "Mummy, gingko bar." And she started breaking into one of those hysterical giggles, fast becoming her signature *she's turning more and more cheeky*.
I asked her: "What's so funny about that? It is true that there is such a vegetable (someone please tell me the accurate category of this FOOD - fruit, veggie, nut, etc?) called 'gingko nut'."
Then she replied: " No no...not a vegetable. Gingko BRA."
A bra??? Latest by Triumph?
Becks finally said again: "Mummy, the snake."
OH! King Cobra!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)
You see, during one of our recent trips to the zoo, we saw the King Cobra. Mighty active - slithering and sliding. And I had the chance to see one of them take a piss. Either the gooey yellow stuff was piss or it was poo. Anyway, I was amazed. Some sort of organ came out of the snake and out came of the yellow stuff. It looked like curry. (Sorry, curry lovers)
This explains my latest fascination with the snake.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
One of those mornings...
I was going to leave home when I thought I saw a small figure running out of the room, straight to the kitchen.
I was taken aback....then realised it was L'le Mong. Aw...still so sleepy, running towards comfort.
I carried him and he immediately embraced his little arms around me. I brought him into the room. I realised I had to leave then and there if I didn't want to sweat my armpits off to run for the bus or worse, miss it entirely (and have to pay extra and squeeze with 100001 people in NEL). So when Jun (the maid) took over, he was crying his hearts out. Again he broke my heart.
I am so envious of mothers out there who have the choice of staying at home. Well, not full-time. Heh. I would like to work 3 days a week and be with my troops for the other 4 days.
I know they have such arrangements with companies in Europe and Australia.
In Singapore, in private companies? Let's just put it simply - FAT HOPE.
I was taken aback....then realised it was L'le Mong. Aw...still so sleepy, running towards comfort.
I carried him and he immediately embraced his little arms around me. I brought him into the room. I realised I had to leave then and there if I didn't want to sweat my armpits off to run for the bus or worse, miss it entirely (and have to pay extra and squeeze with 100001 people in NEL). So when Jun (the maid) took over, he was crying his hearts out. Again he broke my heart.
I am so envious of mothers out there who have the choice of staying at home. Well, not full-time. Heh. I would like to work 3 days a week and be with my troops for the other 4 days.
I know they have such arrangements with companies in Europe and Australia.
In Singapore, in private companies? Let's just put it simply - FAT HOPE.
WC 2006 - to the finals we go!
Yay, Germany lost. Haha....
Better if Portugal emerges the winner. (ps: I didn't bet lah)
Let's hope for the unpredictable....and world peace of course. :P
Better if Portugal emerges the winner. (ps: I didn't bet lah)
Let's hope for the unpredictable....and world peace of course. :P
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
A question
WL asked me yesterday - is it mandatory to drain off the blood from the corpse for preparation of his/her funeral?
I dun have the answer...do you?
I dun have the answer...do you?
Monday, July 03, 2006
Wabbit
I dunno how to upload Youtube to blogspot so this is the best I can do.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7s2hPkTT1lA&eurl=
Thanks, Shen.
You are dearly missed. :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7s2hPkTT1lA&eurl=
Thanks, Shen.
You are dearly missed. :)
Lee Jung Jae
In case you are wondering the K-drama bug has gotten me too, I would like to strongly clarify no, it really hasn't.
Lee Jung Jae isn't one of those sissy farts who have taken the Asian world (or women...or aunties) by storm. He is the cutsie who acted in Il Mare. Then I saw him again over the weekend. I mean, in a VCD movie called Typhoon. All beefed up and looking very much like our own James Lye. But I bet much better in person cos I just read his stats online - 1.8m *drool*
I can't believe Hollywood is gonna make a version of its own with Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock as the romantic leads. Aren't they a tad over the hill already? I hope they have onscreen chemistry.
Lee Jung Jae isn't one of those sissy farts who have taken the Asian world (or women...or aunties) by storm. He is the cutsie who acted in Il Mare. Then I saw him again over the weekend. I mean, in a VCD movie called Typhoon. All beefed up and looking very much like our own James Lye. But I bet much better in person cos I just read his stats online - 1.8m *drool*
I can't believe Hollywood is gonna make a version of its own with Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock as the romantic leads. Aren't they a tad over the hill already? I hope they have onscreen chemistry.
Do the blues get to you?
How do radio DJs do it? They sound so sickeningly chirpy regardless the time and day of the week.
There I was, slumped in the seat of the bus (I bet with my dead-panned look - if :B were in Singapore now and saw me, she would be able to confirm so), mind in a daze. System launches today for the rest of the vendors. The project team members didn't want it to happen. What with all the bugs and manpower issue, it isn't a realistic call to make.
But the bosses! Never do, dunno what is bad yet. Damn them!
4 years ago, I had the luxury to watch any match of World Cup 2002 and at any time I want.
Today, I hear the results from M who get them from his Blackberry. So pathetic.
Brazil is out.
Not that it affects me at all. But I guess for the thrill of it, I would watch the finals...and hope the predictable team - Germany - doesn't win. Lala.
There I was, slumped in the seat of the bus (I bet with my dead-panned look - if :B were in Singapore now and saw me, she would be able to confirm so), mind in a daze. System launches today for the rest of the vendors. The project team members didn't want it to happen. What with all the bugs and manpower issue, it isn't a realistic call to make.
But the bosses! Never do, dunno what is bad yet. Damn them!
4 years ago, I had the luxury to watch any match of World Cup 2002 and at any time I want.
Today, I hear the results from M who get them from his Blackberry. So pathetic.
Brazil is out.
Not that it affects me at all. But I guess for the thrill of it, I would watch the finals...and hope the predictable team - Germany - doesn't win. Lala.
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