mardi 9 février 2010

Gawd, it's hot!

She was sitting there, outside BK, with a cup of bubble tea in hand when I suddenly came to her and asked to borrow her mobile.
Ask me why mine was not in my bag. Senile dementia.
Ask me why I chose her. Looks like a nice enough person, reminds me of Ann Su, my sis-in-law to-be?
Her brows arched into a frown. She hesitated. I explained it wasnt a prank and I wasnt going to run away with her phone. I made sense of her anxiety when she fished her phone from her bag. It was an iPhone. Of course, it's about the only thing that's on half the population's mind. And those who cant afford it (in this case - me) can only resort to the lamest tricks in the book such as this one to get my hands on it. Plus, I most definitely saw through her sling bag to know that she was, indeed, carrying an iPhone. Precisely why I picked her.
Then came Boyfriend. Huge, menacing and uber unfriendly. Sized me up. In buay song tone, asked girl what was happening. ' I ' was happening and actually afraid of him.
She asked for the number, even dialled it for me; obviously not trusting me to operate the complex iPhone properly. Passed it to me once it got through. No answer.
Asked for permission to try another number. Burly boyfriend shot me another look, twitched his mouth which I believe was supposed to let loose one fatally-poisoned dart (or two) and have me killed. She okay-ed. Same result.
Anxious and glad at the same time, I thanked her for the phone. Was more thankful for them to be gone.

Before that day, I never thought asking for help was this stressful.
Or maybe I did. Shows up in my unwillingness to get shop assistants' help to find items or ask people for directions until I have at least wasted too much time trying on my own and piled on enough stress to give up. Always thought it a sign of weakness. Now I know it takes a strong person to do that.
Neither am I strong nor thick-skinned. Positive qualities, both.
Why do I even bother with this post? Because I'm appalled. By how such an incident has affected me to make the decision/s I did. At how forgetful I can be. How uneasy asking for help makes me feel. How un-easy it is for people to help without judging. The decapitance following pay-phone obsoletion. The number of times sarcasm knocked last night.
Suddenly, a scene flashes. A scene in The Mentalist where Patrick Jane(Simon Baker) says to Lisbon,"Sarcasm is the lowest form of revenge." And any reactive response to it, lower. Naturally.
Am I bowing low enough for your liking??? Let me know yah. I'd be sure to hear it the first time, to not give you the joy of repeated delirium.

samedi 6 février 2010

If a woman deserved to be left at home while the man clubs with friend and new-found lady friends, that man deserves to be cheated upon.

vendredi 5 février 2010

It's been more than 34 days since our return and no one has said a word (i.e. blogged) or at least uploaded photos onto Flickr. We either hate it, or love it so much that we are still in denial - that it's a thing of the past, that we have left those places of memorable Christmas and 2010 countdown.

Aqua Thursday
Vitamin Friday

mercredi 3 février 2010

Satis-food

NYDC lunch. Simpang Bedok dinner. First T.B.T experience @CHV. Mask aloe vera.

Today's epiphany:
iphone GPS vs. take-for-granted human GPS;
unnerving spastic repetition, or not;
angry > bochap >> smugness;
guy = no planning; planning = game hen;
time-wasting;
rest wasted;
wasted day;
bored and conversation-less DINK;
$60 for meals to satiate.

mardi 2 février 2010

Yoga with Yaad. Masked @Bella. And dinner so bad I want to delete this day - and previous - from my life.

lundi 1 février 2010

DINK!

We are DINKs - double income, no kids. So says Yahoo-ooo!

Masked again.

dimanche 31 janvier 2010

SHS

One of those Stay-Home Sundays.

Back to watching TVB dramas.

Time to remove mask.

samedi 30 janvier 2010

Maskingggg

vendredi 29 janvier 2010

Driven by boredom (what's new this year) to clock first attendance at CHV's Boot Camp class last night. Too few variations. Felt intense in class but no aching body parts today.

Proved a theory this morning: it IS possible to be out of the house within 35 minutes from phone's alarm.

Time / He / She
0715 sleep / shower
0730 fill water / froze outside rm due to huge flying cockroach in corridor, until maid came along
0731 shower / face and clothes (spent 4 mins searching for tights. new maid, new location.)
0740 change / grab hp, put mac book in sleeve, accessorise, ready to go
0745 style hair / -
0750 out of house and butts in car
0823 in office

Amazing! Only because after being tardy for the entire first week of this month, we have been trying to at least be on time. The one day we made it was 14th, when I had training and alarm was set to 0645. Initially, we blamed jet-lag, the weather (too hot), the food, room's clock 9which before being set right gave us 9 mins in hand) et cetera.

Therefore the only explanation is that whoever has been stopping the ringing since 2010 did not act on it immediately. How is it that we have been consistently leaving house between 0800 and 0810? Where did all those minutes go? Need I even mention that we never once bought breakfast in?

Today's breakfast was chee cheong fun and yam cake. We had enough time to dare stop and buy.
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Have been on a 1-mask-a-day 'project' since Saturday, 23 Jan. Missed 2 nights so far. WnD-ing at KPO tonight so...

Mr. Brown brought wife to Barossa and Orgo for early Valentine's lomantic dinner.

jeudi 28 janvier 2010

Enjoying planning company's annual incentive trip to Hawaii for this CNY.

婶婶的母亲去世了。Last saw her on 11 Jan, at Changi Airport Terminal 1 with returning father. Guess we'll be hanging west this weekend.

mercredi 27 janvier 2010

bored to hell...mask time!

mardi 26 janvier 2010

Mask. Bought another 10. Inexpensive ones.

Nearly bought shoes from Mimosa or CnK. Fortunately unfortunate, no M)phosis (read emphasis) makes me want enough to spend.

Checked out this alternative stationery shop (opposite Nanyang Optical, can't remember name and PP's website needs updating) carrying max quantity of French stuff. Mad prices. You either have to be mad in the first place to consider buying or you go mad after it all sinks in.

lundi 25 janvier 2010

农历12月11

Went for a run with - despite - residual ache in thighs from Saturday's Body Pump class.

dimanche 24 janvier 2010

Pitseleh

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Posting the screenshots here simply because this theme is so not forever and I so want to remember it.
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Brunch at Hediard. To us, prices and portions can be better. On Hediard's side, there's no need to. Enough suckers around to contribute to their profit margin. They shoved 8 petite jars of honey and jam in 2 Hediard paper bags, and we took.
Dinner was stingray, fu rong omelette and kangkong. Shiok!
Mask!