You know how cravings can creep up catching you completely unawares, then until it is satisfied, it is all you can think of in your waking hour. I was thinking of prata with egg, prata without egg, a dash of white sugar and chicken curry and teh tarik, strictly in this combination.
:B is back from Japan on a business trip. With her extremely tight schedule, even lunch was impossible so today before her flight, both of us met at 7am and took a train down together to the hawker centre and I had the above combination.
I swear given the gloomy weather and time, we were the only ones alive on the train. It was good catching up. EVERY personal mission accomplished! Till the next time, good ole pal!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
How to make a friend an ex?
My 2nd Mike Gayle's 'conquest' - My Legendary Girlfriend - was shortened by many days. So it should appropriately be my 2nd Mike Gayle's 'attempted conquest'. I should have known better when the review mentioned it was like Bridget Jones' Diary. It was so whiny!
Talk about that, WL has been trying to shake off her whiny gal friend for the longest time. 2 months??? Despite obvious signs (which are apparently not obvious to Whiny Gal), she continued to contact WL many times since the 1st day of effecting Avoid-Whiny-Gal-Period.
So how does one get rid of a once-good friend by not breaking his/her heart?
Talk about that, WL has been trying to shake off her whiny gal friend for the longest time. 2 months??? Despite obvious signs (which are apparently not obvious to Whiny Gal), she continued to contact WL many times since the 1st day of effecting Avoid-Whiny-Gal-Period.
So how does one get rid of a once-good friend by not breaking his/her heart?
Monday, October 29, 2007
Dream
What language are you speaking in your dream?
I was asked this once. It struck me because I never thought about it or realised it. It sure as hell isn't French!
I was asked this once. It struck me because I never thought about it or realised it. It sure as hell isn't French!
What's In a Name?
Mong has a pretty Indian classmate by the name of "Arbana" (or so I think this is how it's spelt). We see her often at the nearby playground and they play well together. Such a sweet sight. He calls her "a banana". Trust me, it's not deliberate but kids are just creative naturally and innocently, in every way.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Medium
Michelin is one of the reasons that doesn't make me wonder why I blog what I blog.
I hope she managed to get the Mike Gayle's book at the book fair. He's gonna gain another fan!
I hope she managed to get the Mike Gayle's book at the book fair. He's gonna gain another fan!
Friday, October 26, 2007
The ABC of Blogging (i.e. it's very easy!)
I could have been lunching with a few 'dinosaurs' on Friday. Nice 'dinosaurs' nonetheless...I knew them all during my secondary school years. When they learnt I blog (only one of them knew actually), they couldn't contain their 'oohs' and 'aahs', believing I was savvy and so updated. If only they knew it's just a couple of text typed out like how one does in Microsoft Word.
Anyway, Germ, if you are reading this - Happy Birthday to you!!!
Anyway, Germ, if you are reading this - Happy Birthday to you!!!
Monday, October 22, 2007
Non ti muovere
There are some actresses I have an inexplicable problem watching and one of them is Penelope Cruz. But I'm glad I got over that and spent 2 hours yesterday watching the movie. I must have also spent 75% of that time sobbing. What a melodrama that shouldn't be missed!
Teatime
What do you get when your daughter is very pally with another girl from school? You have tea with her mom! Altogether!
We all have our virgin moments.
We all have our virgin moments.
The Art of Talking Without Talking (not by me)
Here's the scene: my mate Trevor is standing in Wax Lyrical with his girlfriend when he gets the look.
"What?" He responds.
"You know," she replies.
"I don't know!" he protests.
"If you loved me, you'd know," she says. Then Trevor's girlfriend storms off leaving him holding a box of scented candles.
When, days later, he shares his story with me and the rest of our mates down the pub. we all nod in silent recognition. "It's the female art of talking without talking", I say, "It can really bugger up your day."
The art of talking without talking (henceforward known as ATWT) has long been a source of fascination and fear for mankind. I remember when a group of us were at the pub when one of our friends (a woman) came in crying. She exchanged one glance with my better half, then disappeared to the toilets.
"What was that about" I asked my good lady.
"She's split up with Tony, she's just had an argument with her mom, her cat's sick, she can't make her mind up about a strappy floral print dress she saw in Kookai.....oh, and she hates her job."
"You got all that from one look??" I asked.
"Of course," she replied. "Isn't it obvious?"
OK, so that might be a slight exaggeration of what happened but it wasn't far off. When the ATWT is used for the power of good, it's amazing, but when it's used for the power of evil (i.e. against me), it's truly scary.
My first encounter with the ATWT came in my teenage years while I was hanging out in the park. I was minding my own business when a random girl appeared from nowhere, stood next to me without saying a single word for half an hour, then disappeared. Next day at school, I discovered that Melane Chissock and I were now officially 'going out'. How did this happen? The ATWT, that's how. In her world, standing next to me was a declaration of love, while in my world, it meant that she was either lost, bewildered or waiting for a bus. It was all very confusing.
In the last 15 years I'd like to think I've become more worldly-wise, but when it comes to the ATWT, I'm as hopeless as the teenage me. For example, I was at a party recently with the woman in my life. I'd chatted to a few people I didn't know, had a bit of a dance and we'd disappeared home just after two. All in all I'm thinking it was a good night. In the car, however, I got the silent treatment. After much begging and pleading on my part, I discover I'm guilty of being flirted with.
"Who was flirting?" I asked.
"That trollop in the boob tube."
"Which one was that?" I asked.
"You don't even know?!!" she cried.
The thing you have to realise about us men is that we are very simple creatures: what you see is what you get. When it comes to reading between the lines, we can't-we're illiterate-which is why having a go at us for not understanding why you're upset when you refuse to tell us is both cruel and mean. It's like smacking a puppy for leaving a deposit on the carpet when you had clearly stated in a 7-page document left in the kitchen drawer why it's not the done thing. Men, like puppies, can't read 7-page documents or find anything located in the kitchen drawer and , most of all, they can't read women's minds. Which is why if you ask us to guess what's troubling you, we will invariably get it wrong. We don't do this on purpose: what we do is work on the assumption that, mentally speaking, you're a bit like us. This means that there's not a great deal on your mind to 'read' other than endless lists of top-ten favourite things, pictures of naked women and fluffy clouds. Even if we tried to put ourselves in your shoes, there'd be problems. Have you tried walking in a .air of kitten-heeled mules that are several sizes too small? Exactly.
The answer to the problem is, I'm afraid, a little obvious. In a straw poll of my mates down the pub six out of six of us agreed that the one thing we'd love the women in our lives to do is just tell us what's wrong rather than us having to guess all the time. As my mate Trevor put it, "We're reasonable people. If they just talked to us with their lips instead of their brain waves, we'd know exactly what to do."
So, there you have it. Save the guessing games for Christmas Day at your gran's, the psychic exchange for Uri Geller and start taking to your man like a regular human being.
- Dinner for Two
By Mike Gayle (thoroughly witty and enjoyable...thereforeI had to type all out to share and to keep as remembrance...Gayle should be so flattered.)
"What?" He responds.
"You know," she replies.
"I don't know!" he protests.
"If you loved me, you'd know," she says. Then Trevor's girlfriend storms off leaving him holding a box of scented candles.
When, days later, he shares his story with me and the rest of our mates down the pub. we all nod in silent recognition. "It's the female art of talking without talking", I say, "It can really bugger up your day."
The art of talking without talking (henceforward known as ATWT) has long been a source of fascination and fear for mankind. I remember when a group of us were at the pub when one of our friends (a woman) came in crying. She exchanged one glance with my better half, then disappeared to the toilets.
"What was that about" I asked my good lady.
"She's split up with Tony, she's just had an argument with her mom, her cat's sick, she can't make her mind up about a strappy floral print dress she saw in Kookai.....oh, and she hates her job."
"You got all that from one look??" I asked.
"Of course," she replied. "Isn't it obvious?"
OK, so that might be a slight exaggeration of what happened but it wasn't far off. When the ATWT is used for the power of good, it's amazing, but when it's used for the power of evil (i.e. against me), it's truly scary.
My first encounter with the ATWT came in my teenage years while I was hanging out in the park. I was minding my own business when a random girl appeared from nowhere, stood next to me without saying a single word for half an hour, then disappeared. Next day at school, I discovered that Melane Chissock and I were now officially 'going out'. How did this happen? The ATWT, that's how. In her world, standing next to me was a declaration of love, while in my world, it meant that she was either lost, bewildered or waiting for a bus. It was all very confusing.
In the last 15 years I'd like to think I've become more worldly-wise, but when it comes to the ATWT, I'm as hopeless as the teenage me. For example, I was at a party recently with the woman in my life. I'd chatted to a few people I didn't know, had a bit of a dance and we'd disappeared home just after two. All in all I'm thinking it was a good night. In the car, however, I got the silent treatment. After much begging and pleading on my part, I discover I'm guilty of being flirted with.
"Who was flirting?" I asked.
"That trollop in the boob tube."
"Which one was that?" I asked.
"You don't even know?!!" she cried.
The thing you have to realise about us men is that we are very simple creatures: what you see is what you get. When it comes to reading between the lines, we can't-we're illiterate-which is why having a go at us for not understanding why you're upset when you refuse to tell us is both cruel and mean. It's like smacking a puppy for leaving a deposit on the carpet when you had clearly stated in a 7-page document left in the kitchen drawer why it's not the done thing. Men, like puppies, can't read 7-page documents or find anything located in the kitchen drawer and , most of all, they can't read women's minds. Which is why if you ask us to guess what's troubling you, we will invariably get it wrong. We don't do this on purpose: what we do is work on the assumption that, mentally speaking, you're a bit like us. This means that there's not a great deal on your mind to 'read' other than endless lists of top-ten favourite things, pictures of naked women and fluffy clouds. Even if we tried to put ourselves in your shoes, there'd be problems. Have you tried walking in a .air of kitten-heeled mules that are several sizes too small? Exactly.
The answer to the problem is, I'm afraid, a little obvious. In a straw poll of my mates down the pub six out of six of us agreed that the one thing we'd love the women in our lives to do is just tell us what's wrong rather than us having to guess all the time. As my mate Trevor put it, "We're reasonable people. If they just talked to us with their lips instead of their brain waves, we'd know exactly what to do."
So, there you have it. Save the guessing games for Christmas Day at your gran's, the psychic exchange for Uri Geller and start taking to your man like a regular human being.
- Dinner for Two
By Mike Gayle (thoroughly witty and enjoyable...thereforeI had to type all out to share and to keep as remembrance...Gayle should be so flattered.)
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Say....what?
I met Say over a long overdued teh-si and gossip session about everything and nothing. Don't we really wish for times with friends who gather with no agenda?
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Pessimism/Perception
A: It's been so long....when do you expect to break-even?
B: Yea...4 years. I dunno. I'm always hoping to check the end of the tunnel.
C: No! A train coming your way, a collision impending!
Oh.
Maybe I can conclude I'm not much a pessimist now.
B: Yea...4 years. I dunno. I'm always hoping to check the end of the tunnel.
C: The pessimist will say 'there's only a train at the end of the tunnel'!
Miffy: What's so bad? The train is waiting for you, right...to bring you to your destination (goal), greater heights!C: No! A train coming your way, a collision impending!
Oh.
Maybe I can conclude I'm not much a pessimist now.
Post-Fab 4 Dinner
It is not often to have 4 33-year-olds get together to talk about ANYTHING. I felt so comfortable with them that the 'after taste' lingered long after I reached home. I sms-ed my galpals that we needed to do another one again 'soon', that is before The Brave One grew too fat and clumsy and pop (expected delivery date is Jan 08).
By 'anything', I assure you it is a wide range, short of politics (as one can expect with Singaporeans).
Given the current raving culture of Facebook, Instant Messenging, Friendster, Short-Message Service, I am glad I know them well by face, by their mannerisms, by facial expressions, by their tones in which they deliver their opinions on people and any other matter, etc and not simply by smileys, buying each other virtual gifts and joining virtual clubs.
By 'anything', I assure you it is a wide range, short of politics (as one can expect with Singaporeans).
Given the current raving culture of Facebook, Instant Messenging, Friendster, Short-Message Service, I am glad I know them well by face, by their mannerisms, by facial expressions, by their tones in which they deliver their opinions on people and any other matter, etc and not simply by smileys, buying each other virtual gifts and joining virtual clubs.
Just a Thought
Facebook, Friendster, Blogsites, Forums...life seems to be made more easy by getting more complicated...
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Dinner - Fab 4 (self-proclamation)
4 of us: QT "The Brave One" (pregnant with her 3rd child!), SC "The Entrepreneur" (Made With Love is doing well. How does she manage with 2 young kids?) and SK "The Missioner" (she recently went to East Timor) and me (zzz...).
I think the last time we met was 6 months ago. Given our track record, it is surprising that tonight's dinner was so easily arranged. I'm looking forward:)
I think the last time we met was 6 months ago. Given our track record, it is surprising that tonight's dinner was so easily arranged. I'm looking forward:)
Somebody, give him the mints!
One of my colleagues has really bad breath. Imagine when I'm seated and he's standing next to me talking, the distance between my nose and his mouth is a good 60cm apart yet, I can smell it.
He has a girlfriend and I wonder if she has given him this feedback...I mean if not her, then who?!!
I am so compelled to place an anonymous note on his desk.
He has a girlfriend and I wonder if she has given him this feedback...I mean if not her, then who?!!
I am so compelled to place an anonymous note on his desk.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
PDCA
I admit I scoffed at PDCA. I came across it first many years ago when I was 'arrowed' to be in one of those Quality Projects. I thought surely it was one of those theories designed to impress academic nerds.
Well, I am wrong. On the personal front, I skipped the "Check" and found myself plunging into "Act" which is regrettable.
Damn.
Well, I am wrong. On the personal front, I skipped the "Check" and found myself plunging into "Act" which is regrettable.
Damn.
Monday, October 15, 2007
5th
Becky turns 5!
It could be conditioning...she never asks me to buy anything from my business trips, she didn't ask me to buy anything for her birthday too. Oh, does waffles filled with chocolate count?
I'm starting to count the number of candles on her cake. Amazing how time flies...
It could be conditioning...she never asks me to buy anything from my business trips, she didn't ask me to buy anything for her birthday too. Oh, does waffles filled with chocolate count?
I'm starting to count the number of candles on her cake. Amazing how time flies...
Friday, October 12, 2007
Simplicity
As I watched the girl, I was wondering why her gait was so awkward and slow when her father (or guardian) was already ahead.
Then I noticed the all-familiar pattern. Lines of tiles not stepped on, probably imagining the black tiles are land and white ones the sea. Tread, skip, jump, tip-toe, etc. So many different ways to get from point A to B without breaking 'self-imposed rules'. So much fun in such a short distance.
Simplicity.
Then I noticed the all-familiar pattern. Lines of tiles not stepped on, probably imagining the black tiles are land and white ones the sea. Tread, skip, jump, tip-toe, etc. So many different ways to get from point A to B without breaking 'self-imposed rules'. So much fun in such a short distance.
Simplicity.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Anger Management 101?
In the end, CF was the one who dissected my problem and my anger, which had miserably consumed me since last night, dissipated almost immediately.
I'm glad I kept an open mind and heart, to subject myself to another's analysis and criticism.
I'm glad I kept an open mind and heart, to subject myself to another's analysis and criticism.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Leap of Faith
A: "The problem is having to take that first step."
B: "Don't worry, I'll tell you how....
Just close your eyes and jump."
B: "Don't worry, I'll tell you how....
Just close your eyes and jump."
Friday, October 05, 2007
Stick 'em up!
I finally went for my medical check-up concerning my health insurance renewal.
I guess my throbbing vein could not provide enough blood fast enough...never had a needle stick in me for so long! It was truly the adoption of 'mind over matter' technique to get through that!
I guess my throbbing vein could not provide enough blood fast enough...never had a needle stick in me for so long! It was truly the adoption of 'mind over matter' technique to get through that!
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
"Project Ego"
I've been trying to control, not to show my emotions on my sleeve. It gets harder as I find myself being thrown into more tasks and projects by my boss. They all have the same project title that spells E-G-O.
Who says only female bosses are tough to work with?
Who says only female bosses are tough to work with?
What's in a Number?
I can't count the number of slimming centres, spas, advertisements that have sprouted exponentially over the recent years. Earning money from females seems so guaranteed.
Over lunch, my colleague told me she signed up for a slimming package of 10 sessions worth S$5oo. Mind you, she is not fat at all. But after a free trial which probably consisted of vibrating one's thighs for 20 minutes, she found the circumference reduced by 1cm. And so, the slimming centre gained one happy client.
Some women (like me!) just don't get it.
Over lunch, my colleague told me she signed up for a slimming package of 10 sessions worth S$5oo. Mind you, she is not fat at all. But after a free trial which probably consisted of vibrating one's thighs for 20 minutes, she found the circumference reduced by 1cm. And so, the slimming centre gained one happy client.
Some women (like me!) just don't get it.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Everything AND The Girl
It's amazing how the footballers and musicians always get the girl. James Blunt, being one of the currently popular and talented artistes, looked so dishevelled and greasy in his latest video. He is dating some exotic model now, isn't he?
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