Bullying.

All of a sudden, there was a strange whooshing sound. Did I just overboiled my soup?

I could still see the sparkling lone star, there wasn't much clouds ... but it was raining.

Strange.

Here are my winning games ... but one shouldn't gloat too much, especially if the game's not ended yet.

Oh well ... I was stressed. heh heh. :P





Look ma ... One WHOLE rook up!! In both games! hahaha. Teach me how not to gloat. :P

It's too early, you say? :P

And two more games with one WHOLE knight up!!

*bleah*

Funny memories imprinted

Sometimes these just come into the mind ...

how hubby's friend ran to the water feature after his swim because he thought it was a cool wading pool to soak the feet.

the look on dear hubby's wickedly grinning face as we ran the car over the 'goal-post' slippers on the road of boy who was dismally staring at our car.

the priceless look on dearest hubby's face when he opened the door after he looked through the peep-hole with me eyes right over it staring straight back through the hole.

:)

Hungry thoughts

When you are quite hungry and you are simply waiting for some more time to pass before you start preparing for dinner, and staring at cookbooks doesn't help to satisfy the hunger, sometimes it's good to not to think so much but blog about it instead. :P

Gee, I have been doing yoga for like five(?) plus years. Wow. Somehow I still never really seem to be very good at it.

Such as arms are still too weak to support myself completely in handstands.

Or like my hamstrings are still too tight to do forward bends completely.

What have I acheived, if at all?

The peace and serenity in the doing of it all. That feels enough for me, though I really do need to work harder on those damn hamstrings and arm strength! :P

I remember a long long time ago, Xel asked me to join her for tap dancing ... or was it ballet? I promised her I would, after I get some flexibility from yoga. I really wanted to sign up to do ballet ... just to be a little more graceful, rather than being a yellow duckling. It had been five/six years ago, and here I am, not doing any of those dancing yet. Perhaps deep within, I'm just not too keen at all.

Instead, I picked up the violin. :P heh heh ...

Which is now sitting in one of those numerous cupboards collect mould and losing its tune. Perhaps I should look for it later, and ... ahem, play a little tonight?

There are just so many things to do, and time passes by too fast. The dreams one once had disappear in the spiral of time. Lost and forgotten, twirling away far far back into the pot of desires. I do wish ... but wistfully, no longer urgent or really wanting. It fades away quietly.

Blatantly showing off

You know, sometimes a gal got to do what a gal got to do.

Especially after an awful day at work, where you feel worse than a cockroach, trodden and slighted upon, and you just feel so crappy afterwards, you just wanna sit in a corner and cry and feel sorry for yourself.

Then these are the little things that kinda cheer you up.

:P


Here's the game where I'm still trying to fry the liver. Do you think it's going to work? :)

Life's like that

The things I missed:

1. practising handstands, doing all kind of twists and the backbends. It's getting harder to do shoulderstands and headstands as well.
2. blading, ice-skating, cycling, jogging and swimming.
3. shopping
4. sashimi

:(

Lunch today was a packet of chocolate pockey, some cherry tomatoes, and now nibbling on a bar of Lindt wafer. There's no point trying to cook something for myself right now, as dinner will soon be ready in a couple of hours time.

Let's see, dinner tonight:
Chicken with dried chilli
Variations on a theme of mushroom
Egg?
Soup?

I'm quite sick of Chinese style cooking. But I'm too lazy to get all the special sauces and what have yous for those western style cooking. Oh well ...

Present state of mind.

I had been sleeping soundly a while ago when I was rudely woken by a phone call by Wen from Hong Kong. She has been delightfully shopping left, right and centre, because things are slightly cheaper there. Oh no ... I won't be tempted, not at all ... well, just a teensie weensie tempted :P for I've asked her to check out some stuffs there for me. heh heh.

Really really tempted lah. :P

But okie, the difference isn't really very big, but I feel so deprived of shopping.

*mutter*

And suddenly I found that I couldn't get back into my state of sleeping.

Wish I were there shopping too.

:P

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The best thing is life is when suddenly dearest hubby told parents to hold the lift because he forgot something, and ran back to give me the very much needed hug.

:)

:) :)

Gloomy Friday

I guess there are days when one feels down in the dumps. Today feels like one of them. Very much so. When you feel sorry for yourself and envy others of what they have.

*sigh*

One little thing at a time

After another particularly bad day today, where I didn't even have time to go to the toilet or have lunch ... *sob*, plus some bad news ....

it's really quite overwhelming to come home and find that
a) there are dirty dishes waiting to be washed in the sink.
b) I have to clear hubby's lunch away (throw away plastic bag)
c) clothes are stewn on the floor.
d) house is dirty.
e) I have to prepare dinner soon.

But you know, sometimes you just have to take things in stride. One little thing at a time. Just one little thing at a time.

1. Wash the dishes. That takes 5 minutes.
2. Take out the chicken which was half defrosted and thaw it completely.
3. Throw away dirty plastic bag of hubby's lunch. :P heh.
4. Get a quick cold bath to really cool down.
5. Pick up all the clothes and sort them out to soak later.
6. Start preparing dinner.

And before you know it, things are looking up! Yay. And of course dear hubby does indeed feel a little guilty and helped me out somewhat when he came back. :P

heh.

And so another busy day coming to an end, and I get to sit down and read a little and to write a little.

And it feels good to get things done, to forget about unhappiness at work.

I was thinking of writing about what made me upset, but decided that it's not worth writing about it, or ranting about it. Because there is nothing I can do, it's just that way, and there's no point asking why or trying to change things.

Perhaps if you are truely interested, I might tell you about it one day. Then again, it wouldn't matter anymore ... would it?

I shall now declear a break and play chess. It can be destressing sometimes especially when you're winning on easy games. heh heh.

Little things over the weekend

One of the most telling reason why I went with Wen to the market again is really for the breakfast.

heh. I kinda like the breakfast there! And it really doesn't do much to give Wen a lift. Though sometimes I really feel like lazing a bit longer in bed. :P

And besides, most of the time, Wen is good company. Sometimes one has to take some effort to keep friendships close. Otherwise, it is so easy to drift apart.

Besides there are always delicious mangoes to buy. :P

Hmmm, what should I ask her to get for me from Hong Kong? ;P ;P

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They fixed the floor pretty all right now. I guess we shan't ask for the moon but accept their work. I insisted that they mopped up the place after that. That saves hubby the mopping, so dear hubby was of course happy to supervise then. heh.

Now for the walls. Just the really more obvious cracks.

At least I feel at peace when I get home.

And that means back to ironing. bleah

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We spent some time exploring our neighbourhood. These are the moments in life that are more precious than gold or silver. A slow romantic walk under the bright round yellow moon, gawking at the zoological exhibits and theme parks below us. To see the rhinos and sleeping lions and leaf-eating giraffes. To giggle and point at exhibit no. 5431 and grimace at the monkeys running around and climbing the trees. All because the windows were supposed to be misted, but somehow they didn't really work that way.

heh.

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We left all the street directories at home, and got hopelessly lost. At least I still had some sense of direction, somewhat .... and managed to impress hubby now and then with the correct direction. heh. It was a nice feeling to get lost together and it was definitely fun wandering about looking at the scenery. Nothing to be panicky about especially your loved one is with you.

We saw sand dunes and greenish yellow lalang fields. We saw strange UFO-shaped buildings and plain empty roads. There was a river runneth through, but it didn't look like it would stink, so where was all that smell coming from?

Still, this place is too small to truely get lost. All roads lead to home, and just follow the road with most cars on it.

:)

Little things that cheer me up

It was really really an awful day. Them kids are so terrible. I guess the best is just to ignore them and pray that the lesson ends quickly and that they will spontanously combust.

I really hate them.

And I really wish that one day they will run across the road and get knock down by a car. Those few of them. If I pray really hard, will my wish come true?

Why do they bother to come to school?

Why do adults bother to have children when they cannot take good care of them and teach them proper values?

Those few ought to be smothered in their beds when they were babies. What a pain in the neck.

I swore I will not get angry. I shall not get angry. Why do I bother to get angry? After all it is their own problem if they don't want to study, but they just have to make so much noise and can't shut up.

What shall I do next time? Just ignore them and don't bother continuing with the lesson. No one can hear me anyway.

Why do I bother preparing so many things for them anyway? What a waste of my time.

I wish I could do something to really teach them a lesson that they will regret their existence.

Brainless horrible worms.

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But these are the little things that cheer me up.

1. Step out of the building.
2. Clean up the kitchen and put away my new tupperware. :)
3. A big hug from dear hubby.
4. A nice dinner which was duly appreciated.

Hubby had a bad Monday too. But at least he didn't have to be annoyed by irritating pesky screaming noisy kids.

Thank god not all the classes are like that. There are still some things to look forward to.

:(

sniff sniff

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You know the place isn't a good place when they place the new teachers in the worst classes.

In my previous school, it wasn't done that way. Experienced teachers who truely understood those kids were given those classes and they knew how to deal with them. And there were a lot of support given. Special needs and special attention and special programmes.

Here, no one wants to teach those classes so the new people get them. What the heck. And people are just not friendly. They backstab you when they could, telling tales behind your back. I really dislike the environment. I really dislike the people there.

After more than half a year of teaching the NT class, I realised that the contents are really not suitable for them. Some of them can't even read properly, and most of them just aren't interested. The stuffs are just simply too theoretical for them. They shouldn't be staying in the class each lesson and made to study. Oh yes, they are streamed, but afterwhich, they are forgotten. Up there doesn't seem to understand their situation.

I cannot bring myself to their level. I cannot understand their horrible little world. I am not of their stupid low standard. I have not gone through their hardships. Their world is a totally different world from mine.

I do not know what resources there are to help them. The stuffs I prepare and have are for more intelligent kids who have a keen interest to learn. There is nothing I can fall back on to give them. There is no support from the place I work and from the people there. I do not know who to ask or where to find things. No one wants to bother about them. And neither do I.

Three more months to go.

Three more freaking months to go.

Little things to look forward to

After a really really bad day at work, these are really some of the little things I'm looking forward to:

1. Getting a much needed hug from hubby later.
2. Celebrate birthday with mom tomorrow.
3. Having dim sum with Min soon.

Must not shout must not shout must not shout must not shout must not shout

Tummy really hurts. :(

sniff sniff

Not motivated

Was thinking of going out after dinner to get a new swim suit. Dear hubby doubled up laughing when I said swim pants. Such a nice weather to get a swim. Such a nice weather to stay in and vegetate. Such a nice weather to do nothing at all. Which is what I would do.

Dinner tonight was potato soup (again) with pumpkin. Tasted a bit strange, but it was pretty all right after adding lots of pepper. :P Together with stir-fry soft bean curd with minced pork and prawns, and prawn-egg omelette. Pretty edible. Yesterday was fried ikan bilis, bittergourd with eggs and ginger pork. I think I should cook more vege.

How boring.

There's nothing much to do tonight. House is still messy so don't feel like doing anything at all.

How boring.

In the meantime, playing chess. Thinking how to fry the liver properly. heh. Opponent's queen didn't get trapped in the end, but I've managed the semi-royal fork. King and rook. heh heh heh.

It's fun when you're winning.

Easily too. :)

Yahoo game bricks of egypt is very nice to play. Unfortunately free one hour has expired. Anyone got the free version of the game? :P

Perhaps I shall go out tomorrow night instead. Need some motivator. Wonder who's free for dinner. *sigh*

Irritating brother

You know how irritating it is when your brother took your favourite chess book away without telling you and you need to refer it urgently later.

Gaa.

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Xena's server is down again, I guess. I think she needs to shoot her host, or at least get money back or else.

:P

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They're coming to redo the floor again tomorrow. This time the 'so-called' floor man will do both sanding and varnishing. Now we wonder, why didn't he do it in the first place rather than let the Indian workers do it? Isn't it more troublesome in the end? I guess the pinched-faced smoker of the sub-con has nothing to say. Ha.

We've reached the zen state now. We're just complain until they do it right. *shrug*

And it's getting there now. The floor is at least ... well, pretty good. Just need a little smoother will do! :)

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I forgot how to play the Marshall attack. I could remember it as a strong attack but I just can't remember how exactly it goes. Isn't it so irritating, plus the book not with me? :(

Wished I've paid more attention when I was learning that move last time.

One board fell for the fried liver attack. heh heh.

Another two boards by the same opponent but of different colours seemed to have his queen trapped. In similiar ways. heh heh.

From India the fried one. heh heh ... really! no no I'm not at all, you know. :P Just coincidence ya.

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My ear is still blocked. Extremely uncooperative today. And it feels kinda blocked but not really blocked right now. Good money down the drain. Cheh ... must complain to friend next time. Ask me go and see him end up nothing could be done ... and still have to pay.

Gaa.

Gaa. gaa. gaa... *bleah*

Repetitive strain injury

My fingers hurt. My hand hurt. My arm hurt. Ouch. I'm addicted to yahoo games. :P

That was yesterday. Couldn't blog about it after that. naturally.

There were new yahoo games, and I downloaded them and played each of them until the one hour trial period expired. So sad. I want more!

Good that I can't play too much then. heh.

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Feeling damn tired. No mood to do anything. What should I be doing?

1. Clear up the mess around the house a bit.
2. Wash the dishes in the sink.
3. Boil some hot water for tomorrow.
4. Finish some markings which I've brought home and back and never touch at all.
5. Make my move in chessworld.

What do I feel like doing?

Be a slug and slug around.

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Baby plays drums quite often nowadays. :)

There. I've finally mentioned it in my blog. heh heh. :)

Makes me tired. It's kinda nice I guess.

We were laughing ourselves silly trying out names for baby. :P We were quite bad, I'm sure baby could hear. There was one we liked, until a few weeks back, when I realised dear hubby's best friend's dog was also called that. Whoops. Perhaps we should shoot the dog. hmm.

Anyway, we have finally thought of one, but it's a secret. shhh.

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My friend offered to give me two days of MC for yesterday and today. Soooooo tempting. Sooo soooo tempting. Damn him for tempting me. But I can't, not for today, or I'll never be able to prepare lessons properly for the week. Ack. Just feel so tired nowadays. And there're so many things happening in the afternoon. Where can I find my rest? *SIGH*

Why do I feel like a damn guinea pig when he stuck the tube down my nose?

It was the first time ever I could breathe easily through both nostrils. It felt so strange, that I had difficulty breathing! Believe it or not! Ended up kinda breathing through mouth instead. So duh.

But my ear still gets blocked. Nothing doing to it. Oh well.

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Sometimes me wish that dearest hubby doesn't have to work till so late at night.

Other times it's good to go and tidy up the place when he's not around.

To work, lazy butt!

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A thought just came into my head.

What does it mean to love someone?

Loving him doesn't only mean accepting him as he is. It's not just about love, it's respecting the kind of person he is, and to be proud of him and everything he does. It's a lot, and sometimes it's hard to put into words. Not to put him up on a pedestal definitely, but to think of him dearly and to need him too. :)

I love my one and only one.

And sometimes in our busy schedules in our busy daily lives, perhaps we might take each other for granted, or forget about the little things that are more important than ourselves.

And something dearest hubby said to me today, and I just felt so very proud of him. *beamz*

And I want to remember it here. Everyday may seem mundane sometimes, but I'm glad he shares with me the things he does, that he thinks it's worth telling me about, and it brightens up my day just listening to him. :)

*warm fuzzy feeling*

:)

And you know what? The second best thing in life is to receive a call from him or an sms when he's not around with you.

:) :)

Of course the first best thing is to have him with you all the time. heh heh heh. *bleah*

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Latest news on yahoo. Another plane crash. Why are there so many plane crashes these few days? :(

Sleepy thoughts

It's nice to have the whole house to yourself. Peaceful and quiet. Sometimes it's nice to have parents around, or families, but the whole idea of living on your own is to be on your own. I can understand how it felt like to be staying with another family. It is really rotten. Poor thing.

My parents want to come over today to help me clean my place. Unfortunately we're getting them to redo the floor again. Yup that's right. Not passed yet. So house is still in a mess, and if my parents want to come over, who am I stopping?

It's nice that mom volunteers to cook for me, but somehow I feel like being alone at home today.

Women are so strange creatures sometimes. :P

Bored to the ears

Saturday afternoon.

A nice hot lazy shimmering afternoon.

Nothing much to do, don't feel like doing much. The streets are quiet, the birds are snoozing and the cat just wanna lie on the bed.

I don't feel like cleaning up the house, when it is still in a mess. My toes are prettily painted, so I don't need to spend another hour on them. The clothes are stewn all over the floor, but the toilet is filled up with boxes, and there's an excuse not to wash the clothes, or to vacumn the floor either. heh heh. Perhaps I should do more unpacking, but I'm not in the mood at all, certainly not on a hot dull Saturday.

Thinking of what to cook for dinner. Mom bought a pumpkin over. All the recipes with pumpkin seems too difficult to do. What am I supposed to do with it?

Dinner for tonight:
potato soup with mixed vege
broccoli with soy-lemon dressing(?)
chicken with pumpkin

It'll be nice to go for a really lazy swim. But I just don't feel like going out or going shopping.

Just wanna be a slug at home. Sluging hard to be a slimy slug. :P

Gleeful strikeback

Okie, nothing really happy about, really. Just that I felt that I've scored one with that pinch-faced irritating smoker of a sub contractor. So much for his bullshit. Oh yeesssh, he tried to bully his way to have the indian worker do the varnishing of the floor, but I was having none of that! Learnt from the experience of the neighbours who had to have the floor done twice after the indian worker did the first round. Oh no ... no no no. None of that at all. He could not overtalked me, as I persisted and stood firm. And reminded him all the past mistakes he had made which led to the re-doing of the floor this time.

Like, hadn't I insisted that they remove every piece of wood right in the beginning instead of patching a few here and there.

Like, hadn't we insisted that they were not to use glue but only wood putty.

Oh nooo ... indian worker is just as good as his workers. And he will be supervising.

Ya right. Get a non-specialist and it's no go. At least his workers are 'so-called' experts in the wood thingy.

And if they can't do it right, then you expect the plebian to get it right?

And if they can't get it right, then they just have to do again.

And again.

And again.

And hear from my lawyers.

Gaaa.

I could have swore right into his face, except it's really not ladylike, and in front of my dad.

I went down and looked for the main con, and she was on my side. Perhaps she had a conscience after all, for all these would not have happened if she had agreed to our requests right from the beginning.

Or perhaps it was the lawyer's letter after that.

Or all the neighbours' complains.

I dunno. Or maybe she felt sorry for us.

Seems that she gave that pinch-faced arsehold a talking to.

haha.

Yeeehar!

heh :P

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Ate too much last night and felt tummy extremely bloated.

Help!

Couldn't breathe!

Must really NOT eat too much.

Even though parents food are the most wonderful and the most delicious things ever. :)

And my parents are the most wonderful people ever.

Who else would come over and help me supervise all those work? Who else would help me mop the floor after that? Who else would cook a wonderful dinner later?

Although I was just a little annoyed with my father as he did not really 'supervise' those indian workers and they left the doors open and dust flew all into the house. I guess it only takes a woman to be that meticulous and detailed and fussy and bitchy when it comes to getting work done perfectly.

:P

Hopefully, all's well that ends well.

Time to prepare dinner.

Just another day

Xena seems to be gone. Her blog is not available anymore. I wonder if she's no longer writing or if her blog is temporary down. I hope she still continues to write, for her writings are one of the better ones, inspiring and entertaining at times.

:)

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Hubby seems to have done something to the computer. Nowadays a lot of things also cannot access. duh.

Hmm hmm hmm ...

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It was such a hot hot hot day today. My nice massage in the morning was negated after all the shopping after that. What a dodo I am. Next time shop first then get a massage. Did my nails too. Boring boring day.

I am a boring boring person. I quite like routine most of the time. It is steady, and sometimes just for the fun of it, if something unexpected happen, all the more interesting it is. Life is mainly boring and mundane. But it's nice to be living a life with someone one loves and cares about.

My feet aches. :P

I digress. It's still too hot to do think of anything earthshaking to write. It had been pretty boring these few days. Not boring ... just uninteresting. Mundane. Routine. Found I couldn't quite fit into my swimsuit anymore. Ack.

:P

So hot.

Must remember to finish the fruits in the fridge. Wen asked me if I've finished the whatthatcalled? the .. err ... fruit. haha. which we bought at the market at that time. Oh, we've finished the mangoes, the last one was almost rotting ... but not the other fruit. Whoops. I forgot all about it, must cut tonight. Still got a pear which have been in the fridge for ages ... and the kiwi ... and oranges and apples. Oh dear ... *slapes forehead*. I do hope they are still edible.

So here's to just another day, just another boring entry, wonder why I bother to write anyway, such a hot day ... tralalala.

duh.

Mood = grouchy

Extremely.

Because they came and mess up my house again.

And will do it again and again and again.

Because I'm the only one doing all the unpacking.

Because I've climbed up and down fifty times today carrying all those heavy books.

Because I have to wipe each dusty volume with a wet cloth myself.

Because I have to climb up and down the high stool to put the books on the top shelf.

Because the rest of the shelves aren't up yet.

Because guys do not see dirt at all, and cannot do hard labour.

Because I'm sick of nagging.

Because I want to buy my pretty ear-rings.

Because I hate the people at work.

Because it seems that no one can clean as clean as I, and the only person who surpasses me as my mom.

Because I'm becoming a cleanliness freak.

Because my ear kept going on block.

And finally because I'm just sick and tired.

So there.

Grrrrrrr.

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So shopping was fun over the weekend. I used Min's gift to get myself a very pretty set of Japanese tea-cups. Unfortunately teapot not included, so I have to get a nice one myself sometime.

Perhaps the rest who haven't bought me anything yet might want to consider. :P Min: Go hint to them!! I'd like an English tea-set as well. Gee. I do like tea-sets a lot! :P

I've also got myself a big tanya(? too lazy to check spelling) pot to do double boiling. And a small one for the inner pot. I think it is too small, I'll know when I next cook the black herbal chicken.

Also got my nice expensive frying pan. heh heh. Not expensive after using all those vouchers. Must exchange for more vouchers!! There are still a few things I'm eyeing. Oh greedy!

Over the weekend, I've experimented with cooking herbal black chicken. It was a tight squeeze in the ginseng pot I got at somewhere (you know where it was supposed to be the 'cheapest' but I found Tangs selling same thing more cheaply!!) So duh, I got hubby to return the pot and get a refund, because I was so absolutely pissed. And we only managed one cup of soup after the tight squeeze. I'm afraid the new pot is even smaller. Gotta go Chinatown sometime!!

*haiz*

Me and my perfectionistic view of having things. :P

The herbs were bought in a packet. I think next time I'd rather buy my own herbs myself and do the concortion on my own. Probably will taste nicer too. Yesh, I am THAT fussy! :P

So we shopped till my feet hurt. It was so exciting to buy things, but somehow when we got home, it seems that there weren't many things that we bought. I could have sworn that the amount of bags we were carrying seems like we'd bought the whole department store! And the amount of money and vouchers spent! Shessh.

What a slight letdown it was when unpacking the shopping stuffs. Not enough kick. *bleah*

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We were talking about how to eat ice-cream in a stick. Apparently Wen and hubby doesn't like the haggan daz ice-cream sticks as fanatically as I do. I think they eat too slow till the ice-cream melted, that's why they drip chocolate. tsk tsk tsk. It was a hot day today, especially after all that hard work, and I treated myself to one ice-cream stick. And I found that hey, I only take less than FIVE minutes to finish the ice-cream. See, that's the trick to eat such ice-cream.

:P

Cold in your mouth till brain do freezes.

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Listening to Brahms Cello Sonata. Gloomy and dark, just the way I like, just the way I felt while doing all those work.

Thighs are damn achy after yoga yesterday. I do certainly feel out of shape! More swimming needed! So hot a weather!

Guests are coming for lunch tomorrow! Oh what shall I cook? Here's the plan:
Bai Cai soup
Chicken stir fry or till I take a peek at those new cookbooks I've got!
Egg (always a safe choice!)
Prawns (the style I love ... and a little bit of lemon this time)

I sure hope those workers finish their work by ten so that I can clean up and get ready. They'd better, the dragon is sprouting fire nowadays. I went down and blasted them today for doing so slow.

Question: How many Indian workers does it take to patch a wall?
Answer: 4
One to hold the ladder, one to climb the ladder to actually patch the wall, one to hold the pail of putty, and one to walk around and leave dirty footprints on the floor.

Bloody freaking hell.

I was hoping that they would have finished before I come home from work.

Bloody freaking hell.

And it only take one Chinese worker to do the same work the last time.

My father told me they spent twenty minutes or so laying the newspapers and covering up the furniture, and disappeared for their looonnng tea break.

An hour later, they returned to hack the wall.

And soon after disappeared for a two hour lunch break.

I'm not really racist or anything but I'm absolutely pissed off, and when you tell them off, they just roll their heads and protested god-knows-what.

Bloody freaking hell.

And I insisted that they sweep and vacumn and mop the floor before they left. Well, I did the vaumning and my father did the mopping in the end.

Good rididence. And they are going to dirty my place again tomorrow.

Please give me strength.

And if still quite dear hubby is not going to clean up his mess, I'm going to start throwing things away.

So there.

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Okie, so I still need:

1. One microwave oven.
God knows where I am going to put it in my tiny kitchen, but it's really useful to have one to reheat food.

2. One slow cooker.
Mom says can make herbal chicken in slow cooker. Time to get more vouchers!

3. One heavy cleaver.
I saw the one I like on sale at Isetan yesterday but I ran out of vouchers. Next round of shopping then!

4. More tupperware!
But I haven't decide which types yet. Must finish using the rest first. Mainly about ten percent left untouched actually, so can buy some more. I'd hate to buy them and end up storing them in boxes or under the sink like some other people!

5. ... there's more, but I'll put it down when they come to my mind. :P

Quiet thoughts

On bitterness: If you were going to give me a D anyway why should I be working so hard for you?

On unhappiness: Everyone is so unfriendly. There is so much tell-taleings. They have a knife by their side to stab and hurt.

On unfairness: Why did you assume that would have been done by me just because?

People who are insecure about themselves will seek to hurt others just to feel superior.

Definitely time to think about alternative resources. Definitely time to move on.

I'm not very upset, kinda immune to it all. Bochup really, because it's important to concentrate on doing what it is that you enjoy.

But sometimes it does get me down, and makes me feel demoralised. And especially so lonely.

And you end up buying something like this. :P



And have your eyes on that.



They're all silver, small and sweet. I can't afford the white gold ones, although white gold is certainly more me! :P Will maybe buy the ear rings next month!

:)

A little penguin this way come

Today we had a speaker. Dr William Tan. Now that is what I call inspiration, courage, humour, humility all in one. A most interesting talk ever for assembly. The kids were well behaved, for once ... and they too enjoyed the talk.

You don't ever feel sorry for people like him. You can only admire. I had never listened to such a speaker before, certainly no one like him was ever invited to previous school. I'm really impressed and glad that we have that for our kids here. It makes assembly talks all so much more interesting and meaningful.

If only I had known he would be so long-winded, I would have taken my lunch first. Darn. Still ... funnily enough, no bad thoughts about it. heh heh, except my stomach growled.

How different things are. Some better, some worse. Oh well.

There had been some thoughts swirling in my head but they floated away before I had captured them down. Sometimes I wish I am more proficient in writing but what do I know? *sigh*

In the end, it's hard to be able to express what exactly I felt and thought at that time. The mood is different too.

*****
Virtues. Perhaps that is what is lacking nowadays. Hardwork, humility, simplicity, courage. To work hard to achieve your personal dreams. In spite of adversity. To have the courage to go when no one believed. To have faith, and to put in one's mind and heart into it.

It's easy for me to sit here and think about it. And all I ever felt is half-heartedness. Even anger to rant dissipated after a night's sleep, because it would just be a rant and not something I would have felt strongly to fight for a change for it. You just feel tired, and tell yourself nevermind. To quit and not able to find the will or the energy to complete the passion or anger you had at that point. It becomes mundane. And you lose interest, and energy ... and the effort to make things work. A downward spiral.

Perhaps it all depends on what priorities are in your hand, and simply to make those things which you treasure and important worthwhile. Would that be enough? Would that be all that matters?

*****
It's getting easier to throw nasty sarcastic remarks nowadays. You just can't help yourself, and trust me, one day perhaps I will swear as well. As it is, the words form in my head, taunting me to spit and scream at them, full of malice and evil intent. To burn them all alive at the stake, and to dig out their eyes and wipe their stupid smirk off their faces. It's so simple to go into abuse. A loud satisfying sound of a slap against their oh so chubby cheeks. To tame the monsters they have become, of rudeness and defiance and rebelness. To become a monster yourself and bask in the glory of subduing them.

I need a break. Oh when are the hols?

Sanity comes back when the day ends and you are let out of your cage.

I wonder what happened to them. Why did things all turn out like this? You look at their faces, stuborness set in the eyes, defiant and restless. Anger and unhappiness they faced. You can't talk sense to them, nor plead with them. You look into their empty stupid faces, and you just wonder what goes on in their heads. How different, oh how so very different.

I'm so tired.

And there is the fear that if you do not do it properly, they would also be like that.

Why do people all grow up so differently?

One who struggles so despite being inconvenienced, who lived life to the fullness, humble and human and happy. Others who seemingly have it all, yet lived in immaturity and anger. And yet others who end up destroying and killing who believed in ideals so strangely different that they are willing to sacrifice, no destroy themselves in the process of destruction.

The world is so complicated when you start to learn to watch. How nice it was not to know anything.

*****
I went back to yoga and downgraded myself to the beginner's class. But after talking to my teacher, I am feeling more confident to go back to her general class. heh. Will have to try to complete housework by Saturday! Motivation!! Inspiration!!! Do not clean house on Sunday. That's basically it actually. hahaha.

Darn, she was so kind to her students for beginner's class. Every other pose do already also can rest. Wah lao eh.

Saturday at last!

It's one thing to wake up early to go to work. It's another thing all together to wake up early and not go to work.

What a lovely morning it was, when I left the house at seven ... and nope, definitely not to go to work.

The air smells fresher, the morning dew sparkles in the clear light, the wind whispers along the grass, and there're hardly any cars on the road.

heh heh. I missed waking up early on weekends and not going to work. Perhaps I ought to get my butt down to the park and do some jogging. Hate jogging on threadmill though. Morning's the best time for a run.

At seven plus in the morning, I see people returning from the market. It makes me wonder what time they actually go to the market. And I thought I was early! Mom used to go around eight or nine plus. She's good old friends with the people at her market and they always reserve the best parts for her. But this is different. It is different when you go to the market with a friend. It feels different. More independent kind of. You know, looking around on your own and doing your own shopping. :P

I picked Wen up at her place and we went down to Tekka market for breakfast with her friends. She bought beef and mutton for her dogs, boy, they really get the best! Her friend saw me buying some beef too, and wondered if I too have a dog? Whoops ... that was for dear hubby. hahahaha.

Wanted to buy some herbal stuffs and spices to try out more adventuous cooking, but gotta start planning first. I can't make a list for peanuts. :P

Dinner last night was really great. Wen made Thai, I thought it was really good this time. That is going to be the last meal she'll ever make. I guess it's hard to be cooking when one starts work. I hardly have time to cook anything fanciful, and on weekends one just want to rot. Where got time to make interesting food?

Cooking can be fun, if one have lots of time ... and the inclination. It's sad that there are families out there who never gets to have a nice proper meal at home. Homecooked food is da best. And it brings the family ever closer together. I'm not a super traditionist, but I somehow feels that a wife and husband should spend some time cooking together. Even housework is done by an external maid. What is left to be done together?

Darn, speaking of which ... back to cleaning the house.

A silent scream

Depressed. Disillusioned. Demoralised.

There is a need to rant. But here is not a place to do so.

The scream goes on and on soundlessly. The mind collapses upon itself, in an unsinking infinte blackhole. Multiply that by a few million light years.

Echos hollowed through the emptiness, eons apart, yet doubling back and forth within the closed prison walls.

There is a need to tell someone something, yet there is no one to hear.

The scream goes on, falling into a pinpoint prick of a dimming light.

Externally, another mask is built in place.

I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care

Anymore.

It sucks.

A voice not to be heard. A scream drowning itself out. Thoughts bursting into stars of ugliness.

giggles

And life will go on the same tomorrow.

While the words remain unsaid. And the rant was stilled.

Pretty little baubles perhaps to chase away the harsh discordants. Best to be forgotten, to save the sanity.

Memory rejects

Before I forget ...

Lunch tomorrow to remember to cook the fish cakes.

Duh. I forgot to cook them yesterday. It's now how many days old? I hope they can still be eaten.

Not quite unlike the squid, where the smell was so strong even cooking with chilli couldn't mask it.

Double triple doh.

Menu for dinner tomorrow would be:
bittergourd with eggs
bittergourd with soup
crab meat balls
either fish or chicken

I forgot to buy tofu for the soup.

See how absent-minded I've become.

Triple quad doh.

Nice tupperware. heh heh heh. Feel like buying more stuffs. :P

I still want:
1. one frying pan
2. microwave oven
3. double boiler
4. slow cooker
5. one egg white seperater
6. one lemon squeezer

Actually come to think of it, there're a lot of things I want.

It's the stress of teaching those kids. I feel so stressed. I really really felt very very stress. I really really really prefered teaching express students.

My brain feels really really really dead after trying to 'teach'.

You know how terrible it can be if you do not get enough brain stimulation sometimes?

That's why I enjoy playing chess.
That's why I enjoy doing puzzles.
That's why I enjoy creating puzzles.

Potato head me now.

And what do we do when we feel stressed? Just felt like shopping mindlessly and spending mindlessly to fill up the emptiness.

I have a headache.

War and peace

It is war, but of a different kind all together. A type which we have yet to come to understand and accept. It is indeed a war, not much of a difference between the world wars 1 and 2. You invaded a country, and people get killed. There is retaliation, and more people get killed. And it is always the innocents and the front-liners who died for an ideal, for a vision, or for some madman.

Do they actually realise that their country is at war with another, and although it seems that they have been the conquerers, there will always be strike backs, for the losers are not taking it quiet.

We may all seem so civilised and enjoying the peace, but the war rages on.

Sensational news really make a difference.

*****
The time is now 9.20am. I have yet to wash the clothes or vacumn the floor. Looks like I'm hardly likely to go for yoga. Lazy bones just set in. The matter is stronger than the mind.

The floppy disk I stuck into the computer screamed bloody murder when I tried accessing the file. Thank goodness I saved out the important ones before that happened. Doing favours for people can be quite tough, you want to please, yet sometimes it can become a chore. I had to look through every disk for the backup I hope I had kept. I was quite surprised that the file I wanted was deleted off my computer. That tells me so much about my memory now.

The antivirus software is too good. It's preventing me from sending out emails.

Shessh.

*****
Wen is really good to me. Amongst all my friends, she is someone I still meet up quite often, and who actually cooked for me and ensured that I had sufficient to eat. heh.

Of course her mom's cooking is much nicer, more of the traditional sytle, but hers sure is exotic.

And the main difference between she and me is that she follows the cookbook religiously, down to the minutest details, and even made notes after that.

I would never have done that. To me, the recipe is just a guide on how else I can cook something with. And if it's too difficult, next please.

The first dinner she made some green-coloured pancakes. Con put it nicely. Is she trying to poison us? heh heh. That wasn't very successful. The prwans were delicious though, with the lemon orchid sauce. Yum. Fifty dollars well spent. The soup was a little diluted and slightly salty. The curry chicken tasted strange without the chilli hot hot that I'm used to, but it was actually quite interesting and nice. Overall, not bad if you don't count the pancakes.

The second dinner she didn't try anything too exotic or time-consuming. Both Con and I decided that sometimes she shouldn't follow too closely to recipes. The egg omelette with chives was too much chives and too little egg. The chicken was nice and so was the fish. And soup was really good this time. Much better definitely.

It's nice to have someone cooked for you and you eat till you really feel full. Somehow after when I cooked, I just don't feel like eating much. And perhaps because of that, I might not be eating enough.

But yesterday was a pig-out session. We had peking duck. heh heh heh. It's a one in a three years affaire. I know she likes it as much as I do, but she doesn't say so. Oh well, sometimes there is a reason for celebrating. :P And shark's fin soup too. She actually mentioned she liked it. I was quite surprised, always thought she only liked double-boiled herbal soup. heh.

And dinner was with family. Seafood. Oh boy, the crabs were really good. Succulent even when cooked with pepper. And huge! And delicious! Oh droooool.

I've forgotten how nice it is sometimes to be able to shop with someone who gave valuable advice. It was nice shopping with Wen. It was nice to have company. It was definitely a rather nice day yesterday.

Perhaps sometimes you just felt that there are no friends left to talk to, or to do things together, and become so immersed in work and your own life. Then someone comes along and took that belief away. Sometimes one just need to have the company, sometimes one just need to have someone else to affirm that you are still alive, to be interested in you as a person. It's not just about work, work and work.

It's nice to have someone showing concern over you, and I mean real concern, and not only just because of the circumstances.

Oil thyself

Tonight's dinner was mightily horrible. This just goes to show that if you have never seen such stuffs before, it's best to look it up in a recipe book instead of trying to cook it in a way you think it should be done.

Damnit.

Dear hubby was so uncritical as usual. Love him so! :)

Critical moi's heart sank when I saw what I've done. I really should have check out how it should be done properly. It was simply a disaster.

Perhaps one should not have cooked when one was feeling tired, or depressed, or had a irritatingly blocked ear. Yes, it's still bloody blocked, and do I hear a ringing sound? Or when one has so little time to prepare, after the repairman came to fix the cookery hood. *sigh*

Well, that was only half of it. I still have half to try another way. Can't seem to find a recipe in my books though. Nevertheless, the safest way is to cook with eggs.

Now all I need to do is to wash the bloody dishes and mop up the kitchen. I swear if you leave it, the floor really absorb all the oil.

Damn the whitebait. Tell me how to strangle you.

A-tis-shooo

My ear was blocked since early this morning ... about eight. That would make it almost seven hours now. What a record.

And guess what, just as I was forming the words to the above sentence, I sneezed twice. 'Poop' goes the ears.

woohooo.

Now why didn't that happen much much much earlier? Perhaps I did sneeze then, but it didn't help.

The question now is, should I seek medical help when my ear is blocked? Would it matter if I get help when my ear is not blocked?

It's been four months.

Blistering bloody irritating.

*****
Meeting up with ex-colleagues really makes me miss them very much. However, it also reminded me just how much I wanted to get out of there the last time. Situation was just getting worse. How awful it is, when after all the work you have done, and all the effort you put in, you are of the least priorty, and not even considered in her eyes? To the extent that you didn't even have a place to sit after all your duties.

Sad, isn't it?

Whoops, I sniffed, and my ear got blocked again. Is there going to be another new record?

The situation is the same just about everywhere. It sucks so much now that I just don't feel like getting out of bed anymore in the morning. It's just so depressing that I just want weekends to last forever. I whine. I whine. *sigh*

*****
Perhaps it was just all a conspiracy to put someone of their own camp up there. Or perhaps that was just part of their plan. Whatever it is, I wonder when will others start to question just exactly how much are them getting?

I wonder when the e is. Have all been beaten so much that there isn't anyone left to have one? Then again, it really doesn't matter. There's no power anyway. Life still rotates with this world.

And it was indeed interesting to note that someone was being critisised pubically. Now, that would never ever have happen if they are powerful or important enough ya? Don't wanna go Siberia, ya?

*****
The gantries are put up and money will start disappearing in a few weeks time. How does it help? Building a new road or enlarging the width of the road might, but noooo, money is more exciting and more rewarding. And believe it, it'll never go away even if they do build one. What's the point? It's too clear.

To live in this place, you have to pay through your nose. And all we can ever do is sigh.

TGIF

Boy, do I look forward to Friday. Thursdays are awful days, with a horrible class in the beginning of the day, and an awful one at the end. Can die. By the time work ended, I was so dead tired, and it was starting to hurt. :(

Thank god it's Friday.

Dearest hubby bought a new ps2 game. After watching him losing his balance again and again on the wooden slits, I offered to help him there. Sometimes it takes a gentle woman's touch. :P And it was kinda fun. A little longer on it, and I finally pushed him off the sofa (yup, literally) and hogged the game for myself.

It's kinda good to play a hack and slash game sometimes to slash away the day's frustrations. But I guess it's not too good to be sleeping at 3am because of that.

Whoops. :P

Another lonely Friday night, but monsters are awaiting.

Being dead tired

How in the world did I end up with eighteen boards of chess games?

My brains are definitely fried this time. Besides I'm not really up to heavy brain work this time. Oh dear.

Feeling dead tired ... especially on the feet. Been walking lots, and climbing lots of stairs. Must do something. Dear hubby might come in useful later. *wink*

heh heh heh.

The GSS is a joke. Nice stuffs aren't on sale. How disappointing.

Why does the kitchen stink when I got home? The cat needs spanking. Grrr.

*bleah*

Brain feeling mushy. Need to sleep.

Friday night blues

It's another of those lonely friday nights. You'd think I had enough of computers, what with staring at them for the past two days. We did e-learning see, and got the students to stay at home, while poor us slogged to work early in the morning and to sit in front of the computers and teared our eyes out.

It crashed today. haha.

I can't seem to access the server back home, so too bad to all those emails tonight, tomorrow and Sunday.

Actually it was quite fun. I completed quite a lot of my markings. :P

And there's no one to shout at. Bliss.

*****
So it's another lonely Friday night in. I toyed with the idea of going out to shop, have dinner and veged out, but ended up scrubbing the kitchen while cooking dinner for hubby. The blasted hood melted, but it sure gave me a good excuse to get a new and better one. Hubby said I'm blackmilling him when I told him I would be able to cook even nicer stuffs if I have a nice new one. Then he said I'm threatening him when I protested that I can't cook without a hood. :P But we shall go and shop for a new one soon. Perhaps we could get it repaired under warrenty, but the bloody blasted design has an internal design error, and I bet even after repairing, six more months of intensive Chinese-style cooking will cause the sky to drop on my head. Again.

Ouch.

So I ended up scrubbing the kitchen cabinets and walls, because of the blasted internal design error of the blasted cookery hob, which caused the doors of the cabinets to be oily with muck.

I shall get a new one with a better design.

Blasted bloody you-know-who. Cheapskate.

*****
We caught Fantastic Four yesterday. There was nothing fantastic about it. Just that it was rather sweet and boring. I think we are so conditioned to watching superheros act in a certain manner, and this storyline actually felt rather crappy. It's really kinda dumb, you know, when all the troubles seemed to be started by trivial arguements among the superpowers, be them good or so-called evil, and have the public applauded when the so-called evil guy lost. Hell, the evil scarface (Dr Doom) didn't seem to do anything particularly evil, or evil enough that the whole world knew he was evil, so how come the on-lookers and public seemed to know who's evil and who's not? Apparently he killed some people, but it was in a dark and gloomy night, and I bet he left no clues so who's to know?

If it were me, I would have thought the heros were all trouble, since they started all the destruction in the first place.

You have to watch it to know what I'm talking about. I wasn't very impressed.

But I'm rather impressed with Jessica Alba, no, not exactly with her acting, but she is rather beautiful ... in an rather exotic charming kind of way. Hmm, I think dear hubby got her mixed up with someone else.

*****
So I busied myself with scrubbing the kitchen, but I don't feel tired enough to be happy yet. And I don't feel motivated to do any manual labour to make myself tired. Perhaps what is left is to have a nice hot bath, and find a good book to read.

Just that there isn't any good books left to tickle my interest.

bah.

*****
It's kinda boring, and sad ... nowadays that my favourite blogger is not blogging too. I'm sure she has her reasons, just that there isn't really nice stuffs to read online.

*sigh*

Oh well ... time for that nice bath I promised myself. There's something about being clean, that makes it ... nice. :P

Getting away with it

Now the problem with cooking just for two is ...

We had better love celery for the next few days.

And beef as well.

So I'm taking a short break, scanning through my cookbooks. How else can celery be cooked, besides with beef? We had that on Monday, and dear hubby refused to look at another dish of beef with celery. So beef will go with ginger stir fry ... and celery? Celery can last four more times. Many stalks you see.

If only I had scallops. That will go nicely with celery. We're kinda tired of prawns for a while, and we had fish yesterday.

Oh dear celery. I'm not strongly against you, just that I don't like you very much either. Just enough as garnishes. But not too much.

Can you imagine what would happen if I were to cook every meat meal with celery for the next few weeks?

yikes.

***
I'm tired of being nice and making special photocopies of worksheets for them when they lose them again and again.

They can jolly well get from their friends and make copies themselves. And if they aren't able to hand in on time, they can just as well get a zero or go for D.

No more mrs nice person.

*bleah*

Similariy, I'm tired of being their wastepaper dustbin and collect their worksheets and stuffs as and when they feel like handing them in. If they are unable to keep datelines, then too bad. Either get a zero or go for D. Maybe fine them. We are a fine country.

*double bleah*

***
I've thought of what to cook with celery. It shall be celery main dish. Vegetables rulz. hahaha.

I hope it tastes nice. Tell you later. :P

Things to remember.

I like this. I really really like it.

Isaac hefted the spanner thoughtfully. 'You are advanced fellows for Class Threes. There's just you and me here, and we none of us are non-metallic humans. Do you intend to molest me?'

'Our orders are to escort the contents of this machine to our mistress,'said Three. He was watching the spanner.

'You could disobey.'

'Class Fives may disobey. Class Fours may disobey in special circumstances. We are not Class Fives. We are not Class Fours. It is a matter for regret.'

'Then I will temporarily disable you,'said Isaac firmly.

'Although you are more intelligent than myself I will resist.'said Three. He shifted uneasily.

'We will resort to violence on the count of three,'said Isaac. 'One. Two.'

The spanner clonked against Three's cutout button. 'Three,'said Isaac, and turned to Eight who was staring at his fallen comrade with a perplexed air.

'I perceive an illogical sequence of events which included a violence,'he said. Isaac hit him.


...

Twenty guard robots wheeled as one on Joan's amplified command and ran towards him.

He stood his ground, which seemed to worry them. To the first who approached he said:'Are you Class Threes, all of you?'

The robot called Twelve said:'Some of us are Class Two robots, but most of us are Class Three robots. I am a Class Three robot myself.'

Isaac looked at the sky. He felt very happy. It was very wrong of him.

'Correction,'he said.'As of now you are all recumbent water-fowl of the genus Scipidae.'

Twelve paused. 'I am a Class Three robot myself,'he said uncertainly.

'Correction,'said Issac. 'I repeat, you are all sitting ducks. Now, I am going to count three ...'

He walked forward, and his atomic heart sang a lyrical hymn of superior intelligence.

...

'Twenty of you and they got away!'

'The Class Five robot precipitated an illogical series of events,'explained Twelve.

'He was a Class Five mind. He told us to count to three,'added Nineteen helpfully.

'Then he hit us,'said Twelve.

'When we get back to civilization I'll see to it that the robot is lobotomized,'said Joan grimly. 'Why did we ever start builting human robots?'

'The Class Fives were constructed because of their ...' began Twelve, and was intelligent enough to stop when Joan looked at him.

'Four more robots trudged in, carrying the prone bodies of Three and Eight.

'I feel sad,' said Twelve.

'May they rust in peace,' echoed Nineteen.

'When they're recalibrated I'll make sure they go down a class,'muttered Joan.

~abstracted from The Dark Side of the Sun, Terry Pratchett.

I dunno, that just read soo damn funny. heh.

Now if only the story doesn't end quite so abrupt. It felt like ... okie, long enough, time to end. There could have been much much more possibilities. It was starting to be fun, yet disappointing at the end.

Much like one simply got tired ... much like those compositions your teacher always tell you not to do, so exciting, yet you wake up and it's just a nightmare/dream. It could have been more, it just left me unsatisfied.

Just like H.G. Wells, War of the Worlds.

Did I mention?

The resident lizard appeared again two days later after the unfortunate accident. Unfortunately, most most tragically, and most most unluckily, it had to come out when I was around. Lizards on the wall I can somewhat stand. But lizards running around on the floor freak me out. I don't wanna them to run over my feet.

I think I did the job properly this time round. It's been almost a week. No more sign.

Please stay dead.

*****
There were so many security personnel at the shopping mall today. So silly. I wonder why I always go beep even when I'm not carrying anything at all. Hmmm.

*****
Wen told me this: when you have a surname Sng ... Charles Sng as a name will definitely not do. Go figure that out.

Damn funny.

*****
I finally got my piano over. It's nice to be able to bang on it now and then. Pathetically practising the Pathetique again. And it's not sympathetique. :P Forgot everything. Damn. Fingers frozen. How I missed the time when I could play all those difficult pieces with ease.

My take

You know how it is, when it strikes you, you just wanna go all ahead for it.

We caught two shows in one day. Adrenaline definitely. All those action. Whee.

It's a good thing we caught War of the Worlds first though.

Now, I've always thought I've read the book before. I have the book at home, and somehow I always knew what the story was about. But all the middle bits seem very foreign. I knew what the aliens were like, I knew how they died, but when I went home and rift through the book, it seemed that I have not read it before. How strange.

Anyway, the story was written in the 19th century. In the 21st century, expectations are different. It certainly seems quite ridiculous that for an intelligent species who had been watching Earth for millions of years, they would do such a stupid thing like exposing themselves to the atmosphere and food of this world, without even knowing about germs, bacteria and viruses. Kinda really silly. It seems a convenient way for HG Wells to kill them off, without going into specifics.

Oh well. I thought Tom Cruise didn't look very suitable as the hero. He didn't looked rugged enough. He just seemed to have this clean cut military chap look about him. Not really just a crane operator. And besides ... he looked so short. heh. But the action was rather cool. Mind numbing fun.

I think I've always mixed up War of the Worlds with another sci-fic story by another author, which I can't remember right now. The aliens were also tripod-like. But that one was in more detail ... and it kinda reminded me of a combination of robotech and well ... war of the worlds, I guess. Hmmm.

Batman Begins, on the other hand, is great. Christian Bale definitely looked real good. I think he's the best of all batman ... well, except that his head is too almond shaped. Not much of a squarish jaw of batman. Can't really be helped I guess. The story was a bit slow, but engaging. Only fault I guess is that ... well, that machine which vapourised water seems rather far-fetched. What is stopping it from vapourising water in one's body?

Next ... Fantastic Four. :)

*****
I finally got my belated birthday present from Wen. She got hers as well. I decided that I don't need to look for something she really really likes and that it'll be useful for her, it's simply too difficult. Just something which I know she would probably like, and heck if she doesn't like it. Anyway, I think she does liked what I gave her .. though they're probably quite useless.

Well, she gave me something really useful. I got a lovely set of nail polish with all the works. Darn. She knows I like nail polish ... but she doesn't know that I hardly use them! Oh dear ... now I have got to go and paint my nails myself. Darn darn darn. :P

Did I mention I'm too lazy to do such stuffs? Gee, I'd rather go out and get it done for me.

*bleah*

Perhaps I shall do my nails later ... after I clear up dinner.

She brought me to do threading. I must say the effect is really nice. heh heh. Quite painful though, I think the lady must have pulled out quite a lot of hairs. doh.

Can go again. Pretty cheap. :P

And Wen finally realises that there's so much things to do even when one has one month of hols. You don't have to go anywhere at all! Less stress too.

The bum boat

It's so easy to become a bummer.

Yes, I have become so lazy, that I can't even be bothered to blog.

And I haven't been going to swim, or for yoga ... or been doing anything much ... except sleep. :P

And now the ironing piles up.

bummer.

Good grief

I hate taking medicine then going to sleep. When you wake up, the whole body feels like kenna hamtum. Ouch. Still feeling sickish, but I guess much better than yesterday. I shan't take anymore of the medicine if I can help it.

The resident lizard mentioned earlier had met with an unfortunate accident. It attempted to be friendly, but I was not amused. Too bad. I really didn't mean it. Really. It just gave me a fright. I think it had probably drowned.

We exchanged the money plant for another. After its memorable bath, it couldn't really stand upright and was all drooping with the after shock. Was never the same again.

Still feeling sick. Damn.

Last Day

Bliss is when you finally get to sit down, put your feet up, and enjoy your ice-cream.

Dust is what you always see, but the dear hubby doesn't see. And all those long hairs as well. So there is no wonder why you are always doing the vacumming.

It makes me sneeze.

The resident lizard has arrived and taken up a nice place in the toilet. It scuttles away whenever the lights are switched on. Still a bit shy, and rather small and thin, but I guess that would change soon. I suppose it is feeding itself quite happily, though I wonder what it's eating. No I don't want to know. I'll only be glad if it does not decide to shift house. We would have to take steps if it decides to move out of the toilet. *bleah*

Five more minutes to go and I have to start preparing lunch. There's always something to do, and you can't just lie in bed all day.

I don't feel like going out on my own nowadays. And there isn't anyone to go out with me. I should be shopping for things for the house, but I'm feeling extremely lazy. Was thinking of enjoying my last day to have dim sum with mom, but the house was too untidy to leave alone. I'm becoming obsessed.

It's the sneezing.

Udon for lunch. Fish for dinner perhaps.

My top of the list of all favourite fruits is now the cherry. Need to buy more. Second in place are mangosteens. They're a bit messy that's why. Then followed by lychees, grapes (of the sweet seedless and thin skin types), watermelons, oranges and apples. Bottom of the list include banana ... and last of the last are papayas.

Need to do more exercise.

Happy endings

I've finally gotten to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. After hearing so much about it too. Didn't really read the reviews, but heard it was pretty good. Well, it was a pleasant surprise. I always thought Jim Carey was only good as a lousy joker. He sure did a pretty good job in this show. In the beginning, I caught no ball ... but as the story progress, it capitavated and engrossed ... and it was really rather charming ... and most interesting. Ingenious too.

No matter how much you can erase your memories, what attracts you to the person still seems to attract.

And going back into your memories of the good times, you realised just how important the person you loved is to you.

It just felt so powerful.

There are always good times and bad times. Perhaps the trick to live happily (or maybe not happily but to be in love) ever after is to remember the good times and continously change and improve. Both learn important things about themselves and each other. And when they are willing to accept that and work towards loving each other ... perhaps that's all that matters?

True isn't it?

There was a mutual attraction, yet they ended up pushing each other away. I'm so glad it ended happily ... with a hope, and a hope is enough for a dream.

And I'm so glad to be so lucky ... to have found someone to belong to.

:P

There will always be good memories and bad memories ... and hopefully there will always be more good than bad memories. :)

Blow wind blow

The windows were opened the whole day today, welcoming the cool wind throughout the house. Oh blow, things went flying and tumbling, doors went a-banging and my hair flew wildly around me. Lovely to have such cool wind, that is ... if you close your eyes to the dust it brings in as well. You don't want to think too much about that.

It's nice to go out to do up the hair, and feel very different from the frumpy housewife you've become recently. With hair styled and blown, you just looked good in the clothes you try on, plus having a special discount really makes you part with your money even faster. People all tell me that I've lost weight. From my aunts to the therapist ... and even the weighing scale seems dubious. I'm not sure if I've really lost much weight, and hubby remarked that my arms seem rather watery lately, having not been going religiously for yoga. I guess it's just part of becoming older. One finally loses one's baby fat. heh

I should have gone for yoga this morning, but it feels good to lie a bit longer in bed. Realllly good. That's bad. I need motivation.

I returned Xel's call today and finally told her. There was a stunned pause for a while. I swear I could hear her thinking ... what? I thought you ... But she recovered pretty quick. It doesn't matter. That would have been my reaction too. I just thought it was pretty funny. heh. Anyway, all that is behind, and we're certainly looking forward. It's kinda strange how fast people adapt to things. :P

It's so easy to be a frumpy housewife at home. There's always the cooking, cleaning, washing and ironing to do. What else do you wear except a frumpy old T and shorts while you sweat it all out? Just did an hour of ironing and boy, do I creak after that. Twists are best after standing for such a long time. It's amazing how easy it is. Fortunately I'm simply too lazy to be too obsessed with cleanliness. As long as it looks neat and clean, I'm quite happy.

The most frightening movies ever are not those horror shows that play on your nerves and try to scare the shit out of you by all those cheap trills. The most frightening shows ever are instead those real life documentary shows you see on BBC world or Discovery or National Geo which depicts the life of a woman in a third world country, or in some very ulu part of Africa. I was watching one such during my vacation. A young girl of seventeen was forced into marriage. The groom gave ten cows to the father, and the girl was promised as wife. Oh no, they were not selling her. those were just a gift. No one gave a damn what she wanted. She wanted to continue her studies (they were not as ulu as not having an education), but she was simply told to marry the guy, and promised a better life. Groom wanted a fat wife. So the fiance was force fed cow's milk everyday, almost every hour for four months before the wedding ... to be fat. And to continue after the wedding as well. Imagine being shuttered in a small hut, waking up drinking a gourd of milk, another, an hour and half later, another for lunch, another for tea, another round for dinner and last round for supper. One big gourd each time under the watchful eyes of Grandma who would beat her if she did not comply. In between each feeding, there was nothing for her to do except to sleep, and not to think. I could not imagine the horrors of that. I could not tear my eyes away. There was a horrid fascination about the whole show. It was just simply so awful. And the villages were Christians, who believed they were giving her a better future, and in time to come, she too had accepted her fate. Resigned.

I cannot get that out of my mind.

Being fat had problems too. Her sister-in-law had heart problems and other illness due to her obesed body. She had difficulty getting up, walking around and probably had her life shorten by twenty years. She was interviewed too, and you can see in her eyes the resignation of her life. That is the life they knew. That is the life they lived.

At the end of the programme, you could see that from a gawky skinny teenage, she had become much rotund and fat. There was a sense of dispair and sadness about her, she cried every night when not seen by relatives. Her tears flowed as she was being interviewed. She cried silently during the wedding ceremony. There was just not a glimmer of smile or joy about her person. Her face just read misery and resignation. How could anyone look forward to such a life?

Back at my grandma's place, my two aunts spent their day cleaning, washing, cooking and all the housework which have to be done as well as seeing to the kids and granny. After which, they would plop down in front of the tele and while away the rest of the time glued. Horrors of horrors, they were watching our local productions! Arrgh. One soap after another, another after another. Maybe HK as well, or Taiwanese etc. Perhaps only to unglue to cook or to take a short break. And beyond that conversations were trival and superficial. I can't imagine a life like that either.

What do I have? Work - repetition after repetition. Home - cleaning, washing, cooking, ironing. Rest - the tele? Books? Conversation? What is to prevent me from spiralling downwards to become mush or an unintelligible glob? What is there to allow me to keep my sanity and to give me room to grow? Do we all become monotonous and boring and unthinking? Is that how we become as we grow old? Oh horrors.

Xel reminded me that Noriko Ogawa is coming to town again. We might just go and see her. I need my piano soon! I need to learn new things! Arrgh.

The travelling apples

The best part about Malaysia was the relatives and definitely the food. It was nice visiting my uncles and aunties and cousins and most certainly getting free lunches and dinner ... and transport. heh heh.

All in all, a most satisfying holiday. The first hotel we stayed wasn't too good though. A three star one which faked a five star on the internet and cheated us to pay five star rates. Thanks to my father who remembered wrongly and gave the lousy recommendation. We moved out almost immediately the next day, and you can sure as hell hear me grumble the whole day! Even hubby wasn't too pleased, and that says a lot ... since he's usually the easy-going one. We'll never be back there for sure!

Dinner first night was crabs, chilli kangkong, a kind of shellfish called lala ... and I forgot. That three dishes was enough to make me die without regrets. Food there was really good! And pretty cheap. And we didn't even have to pay a single cent. *bleah*

We drove down to SP the next day and had lunch with some of my aunts. The roast duck was pretty good, but that was about it. Nice meeting them though. I always got along pretty well with all my aunts. Then Father drove us down to Alor Star to visit Granny. We stopped for durians on the way ... very very delicious durians, though the aftertaste wasn't too good, what with each of us burping along the rest of the journey and contributing to the sour smell. heh. But the next best part were the one kilo of mangosteens we bought! Oh mangosteens. My favourite. *swoon*

Dinner on the second night wasn't too ideal. Fourth aunt wasn't around, and she's the one with good suggestions on where to get nice food. Still, I guess one shoudn't complain too much especially when they treated us after all. If Grandpa were still around, he would know where to go for nice food. Grandma doesn't want to leave the house nowadays, and we couldn't get her to come along, no matter what. She's getting absent minded nowadays. I guess age is finally catching up.

I'm sure hubby was dreaming of driving fast cars. The next day when he woke up, he told me he wanted to go to Langkawi. My uncle worked there and he sells cars, and over dinner the previous night, my aunts were telling him all about the Ferraris and being able to test drive around the island. You could sure see his eyes sparkling after that. So off we went then. The water was extremely choppy, and I threw up my lunch, which had never happened before. Damn. It's ok though, lunch wasn't too good too. I told Father I wanted to go to the place where we used to always go for lunch with Grandpa, but he brought us to the wrong one. :( It was quite disappointing at AS.

So we spent the third day at Langkawi. No fast cars to test drive though, since most of them had been sold due to the impending tax. But we certainly did have a great time with fourth aunt who brought us to the most delicious seafood place with lovely steamed crabs, steamed fish, big prawns, lala ... and they were very cheap and extremely fresh too. *droooooool* My fourth aunt is like a tribal leader in the island. Almost everyone greets her when they see her and she gets special privileges. heh heh. We got to stay at one of the best resort hotel for half the rate. Must go back again! :P We also went to the pasa malam and bought the nicest mangosteens ever. Oh drrrrrooooooool. I sure as hell stuffed myself full of mangosteens that night!

The last day wasn't very interesting. It was a long road trip back ... from Langkawi to AS to SP and back to Penang to catch out night flight. (oh yes, we changed our flight twice, and almost a third time as well!) Lunch was at AS with very nice noodles. At least Father got that place right. Now I now why mom loves the noodles there. We had three bowls between the two of us. heh. Dinner before leaving was western steak, and I must say ... the portions were huge. So much bigger than what we have here. Oh boy.

Food. I've been eating non-stop since I got there. Crabs, prawns, fish, lala ... and best of all ... mangosteens. Drooling even now to think of them. Oh, the mangosteens. Oh wow .... and the crabs. Too bad I didn't get to eat really nice lala yet. Oh well. :P

Mangosteens. Arrgh.

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Oh, and what was it about the apples? We took some from home before we left, since there were still quite a lot left from that time, and we were afraid they would spoil by the time we got home. So the apples went island and town hopping with us as well, till they were finally slaughtered at AS.

:P

Arrrgh ... those mangosteens. I sure didn't have enough of them. The stomach can only hold that much each time! *bleah*

*****
I wonder where xena has gone off to. Has she gone off blogging for good?

Mangosteens?

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Everyone seems to be talking about it. All because the nation main newspaper published a lousy gossipy article. I just have one opinion of it. It's sad when the nation newspapers resorts to taboid gossips to keep its readers entertained.

And hubby brought to my attention the other day that front page news was about how people are all spending so much more, to give a sense of a growing economy, and hidden away on the fourth page was an article about an impending technical recession. Bad times ahead are not important for us to know.

:P

Things are decidedly starting to look gloomy.

I saw mangosteens selling here. Wonder if they're any good. Expensive though. Very much more ex than back in M.

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Grandma is in hospital back here. She was losing energy and didn't want to eat. Refused to open her mouth. Mom panicked and called the ambulance. She was put on drip and now seems better. Last I heard, mom told me they're sending a speech therapist to see her. Speech therapist?! Whatever for. DUH. The last time we sent her to the hospital they also sent a speech therapist who ended up wasting time and money. Grandma's mind is gone. Gone. I told mom to get a social worker to access the finanical conditions. I doubt anyone can heal grandma in her mind. It was too late. They should have let her see a psychatrist when she was showing signs ... or maybe neuro ... but nooo ... no no no. At least Grandma seems to be picking up again, I suppose that is ... good, and mom's burden of taking care of her on her own will still continue. My friend had advised to get a social worker. I wonder if mom would do that.

Poor grandma. When she was still aware of things around her, she didn't want to live anymore. I wouldn't want to myself if I'm ever in this state.

And mom suffers the most. Oh, she doesn't see it as a burden at all. Who am I to say that she's suffering. I'm sure she would have loved to go with us to Malaysia this round. She loves the food there as much as I do. She hasn't been back there for so long. It would have been fun to have her around too. I bet she'll stuff herself with noodles and durians. :P

*****
Yesterday MIL washed our little money plant the way I would wash my vegetables before I cook them. The poor little plant looked ... well, extremely clean and the leaves are pathetically drooping over the pot. I think the plant must have gotten a shock of its life. hahahahaha. I told hubby he has got to sing to them later to sorta perk them up. I'm no green thumb. Plants are hubby's territory. heh.

uh oh ...

Booked tickets wrongly.

*sticks tongue out*

I wonder if we could change the flight later. I thought I clicked on the one which I was supposed to click. Oh dear.

No harm really ... just not very ideal after all.

1 am. Have not packed yet. Was glued to TV and enjoying comfort of new sofa. heh heh.

Will have to wake up early and pack.

Shesssh.

Super idle sunday

There isn't anything much to write about nowadays since life is peaceful and monotonous. Some may say boring, but I kinda liked it. Just days passing by, like the clouds floating across the sky. Not much worries ... and being happy to spend the time with my dear hubby. Perhaps it has also because I've come to accept it as part of life. After all, if not now, when?

So another idle sunday goes by. We woke up latish ... not me, I managed to catch Japan Hour again, had a nice dim sum brunch at a kopishop near by, which was pretty good, and idled the afternoon away. When hubby wakes from his nap, I bet he'll be feeling hungry again. heh. Going for a dip later in the evening, pack the bags for tomorrow, and perhaps if there's time, go out and buy some stuffs for tomorrow.

Yep, and that will be a short trip to Penang. I've not been there for ages. The highlight would be all the nice food which I'm kinda looking forward to. And we'll be visiting my granny as well. Father has volunteered to be our tour-guide, but he hasn't been to Penang either for a while. Hopefully my aunts/uncles would be free to bring us around. Never had been really close to all my cousins. The big ones are all over the country, I doubt we'll be seeing any of them.

Teesie Weesie Problems

The problem with having a nice hot shower is that afterwards you just don't feel like doing anything much at all, except wrap yourself nicely and snuggedly in bed and snooze a bit.

The problem with eating out is that those food contain so much salt and MSG that it makes you so thirsty and you found horribly that your stomach can only hold a certain amount of water and watermelon and it's still not enough to quench that awful thirst.

The problem with having dinner with dear hubby is that lunch was only three hours ago and the food in your stomach have not had the chance to really digest but you would rather eat with him than eat alone later, so you stuff yourself happily because once you start eating, it doesn't seem so bad, except that afterwards you really feel fat and bloated.

The problem with dearest hubby is that he is a kaibutsu (monster) who actually can feel hungry three hours after huge lunch, and three hours later after huge dinner, and almost every hour in between.

Hey, so I didn't succumb to the nice inviting bed with the cozy covers to wrap oneself in, but I washed the clothes instead. You can't just dump them all in the washing machine, you have to soak them for a while, not too long or they'll smell, rinse and/or scrub them and finally put them into the wash. Hubby is more detailed than I. Me? I'm not that patient.

I wonder how Xena is. She doesn't seem to be writing anymore. I hope she is all right after her treatment. I must remember not to bug her to write more often for my amusement, else she'll definitely start charging me a flat rate. heh.

Okie, now all I need to do is to try to throw out all that dinner I had earlier so that I'll feel much more at ease. Damn feeling so bloated now. ... n e e d w a t e r ! Must not watch TV and eat at the same time. Unconscious shoving of food in mouth is definitely not healthy! Arrgh.

Chuzzle puzzle

When all else fails, you know that you can always rely on mom to have lunch with, or to spend some time together with. I guess I'm one of the lucky few people who really get along with their mothers. Last night she accompanied me to get some groceries and we had dinner together. This afternoon, when there's no one else to have dim sum with, and you really feel like having dim sum, because otherwise there will hardly be a chance to have nice dim sum again ... so who do you call? Mom's the best! :)

We don't eat a lot, and it's nice to bring her out to eat something which we both like. Now if only my grandmother is well. She loves dim sum too. Unfortunately and sadly, her life is pretty much gone. So I tell myself, I will bring my mom out more often to enjoy nice meals together, especially to places where she likes to eat. One never knows when a stroke might hit, or when the brain fails. And everyone gets old ... too fast.

After that, I tried to put my mind seriously into getting something for Wen ... for her birthday many many months back. It's really difficult to get something nice for her. She has everything she wants .... and damn it, she got a damn expensive taste as well. In terms of trinklets ... I cannot appreciate the stuffs she likes, so it's kinda difficult. Very difficult. Very very difficult. Extremely explosively difficult. It's giving me a headache and I had to retire early. Will shop another day. :P

Didn't manage to get my books from the library yet. Should I play more chuzzle? Or maybe I should go and do some housework. heh heh. Four rounds. That's really it. :P

Insomaic ramblings

Just a cup of Earl Grey this morning and I'm doomed to be awake and hyper the whole day. Tea was at about eightish, and it's more than twelve hours but the effects have not worn off. Oh dear me.

Perhaps three teaspoon is way too much. Even hubby felt super hyper after that. Must use less leaves. :P Wedgewood's having a sale. Is the tea there any nicer than Godiva? The Earl Grey at Coffee Club tastes really interesting, the last time I had was like two years ago, I wonder what kind they use. I'm starting to like earl grey as much as ceylon. Mustn't drink too much though. :P

So here I am, after tossing and turning for a while in bed. My brains are still on full gear, and my body is extremely awake. We swam this morning, extremely refreshing ... and I think I'm of two colours now. There were millipedes on the floor of the pool, must be careful not to squash them. Yikes. Hubby didn't care much. But I went all googled eyed staring hard and trying to avoid them. I need to build up stamina again, kinda feeling breathless after a while.

I was remembering something earlier, and thought that it might be worth putting it down to remember. But unfortunately, there are people reading this, and it might be rather strange. Perhaps another time. Somehow, my eyelids seem to be getting heavier. Somehow the mood seems to have dissipated too.

Ah well.

A different perspective

I wonder what happened to Hammie. He's not on icq anymore, nor is he writing his blog. It's kinda strange I guess ... one always see him around on icq but hardly ever talk to him ... and only in absence does one remember. Hmm.

Did I ever mention that Hammie got me writing blogs? I wasn't very interested in writing initially, till I read some good and interesting blogs ... like xena's. heh. There .. inspirations. But I'll never write as well as them.

Nor am I funny or entertaining. I write because sometimes I'm bored.

Like now. After playing chuzzle for the umpteenth time, I really need a break. I'm seeing cute little fuzzle creatures at the back of my closed eyes, and hearing weird explosions all over the place. Pop .. goes the weasel.

And I ran out of books to read. Just finish The Fifth Elephant a while back. A book a day because the later ones were good. Need to haunt the library soon for more.

I must remember, in future, only to buy wrinkle-free shirts for hubby. A wrinkle-free shirt takes only less than five minutes to iron, but more than fifteen damn minutes otherwise.

Do I sound very lethargic? That is because I am feeling extremely bloated after dinner. Also did yoga this morning, and my thighs feel like lead. Plus all that chuzzle playing makes my brain kinda numb. Feeling extremely fat, foolish and fluffy.

And no, I should not lie in bed anymore for it'll only make it worse.

I think I'm quite deprived in my childhood. I never get to read books like Cat in a Hat ... hmm, where did my pretty bookmark disappear to? ... or many other cute picture children books. Mom didn't believe in too many picture books. She wanted us to read lots of words ... and not be distracted by too many pictures. Strangely she allowed us Tintin though, I think she liked those books, though she should be more wary with those books, since Captain Haddock had so many swear words. :P Mom patiently taught me to read and write and to say the multiple table before I entered school. She wrote words on cards and got us to read. I remembered her hand over mine as she helped me write out letters. I remembered standing and reciting the whole multiple table and feeling extremely clever after that. Studying under her was fun. The only thing she didn't believe in was studying chinese. Being English educated herself, I remembered her saying ... aiyah, Chinese not important one .. nevermind. heh heh. Unfortunately ... and till now I always wondered why, I went on to do Chinese as a first language, and suffered horribly over those years. Life goes on, and I still managed to survive that phrase in life. The saving grace I guess was my Chinese teacher in sec four. Who made the language slightly more enjoyable, so I did not spend those time practising my drawing secretly in my books. I really listened, and made an effort. Well, as much effort as I could in my weaken state. It's amazing how with some work one can always pass.

Perhaps I should have worked harder. But my parents never had any ambition or goals for me. Neither were they anyone I could looked up to. Perhaps it's important for parents to have a positive influence for their kids. PM was telling me her mom wanted them to be this, and her father wanted them to be that. They always knew what they wanted. They had an aim. They were rewarded for good grades. I never was. When I got slightly older, all I felt from them was indifference. As long as they see me studying during exams, which can be easily achieved with a storybook hidden inside a textbook, they were okie. There was no interest or urgency to study. I spent my time killing monsters instead. I never studied. I never worked hard. Till now, I can't seem to work hard either.

And it's easy to fall into a depression never knowing what it is that you really wanted. I guess I should be contented with what I have, for it is not in me to work hard. Perhaps I should pick up something and put in effort to be good at it. And that's where personal satisfaction comes in. But I can't seem to find anything worth doing. And so sometimes life is like a monotone. And you can only admire and sometimes envy the passion your friends have in the things they do.

And at the end of the day, you lie to yourself and paint pretty pictures around you.

Perhaps then, that is all that matters.

I wondered then, if my friends would have envied me for what I have. A loving husband, a beautiful home, and a close family. Not much worries most of the time. A pretty easy life and long holidays. Not that I'm complaining, not at all. But sometimes it just feel a little hollow and frightening. All that I have and need and want is just my dearest hubby. What if ... love fades away? Would that ever happen? What would I have left? Nothing, nothing meaningful left for myself.

Woe betide the careless

Oh, what have I done! *slaps hand to forehead*

My two games of chess in chessworld have gone down the longkang. Flush and see it swirling. No photoshop to show the horrible mess I'm in, thank goodness ... not something I want to remember. I'm just sitting on them till I decide on a good day when I'm in a happier mood to resign. They are absolutely hopeless. No knight in shining armour's going to help me. *sob*

Latest addiction of a game: Chuzzle! Wow ... my eyes kinda hurt playing for hours. Very addicitive. That of which was like ultima was a bit tough. After getting killed twice, enough is enough. Perhaps I shall go and dig out my old games. Wonder if I still have them.

I think I should go and rest my eyes. Chuzzle is damn addictive. All those yahoo games in fact. Brainless and addictive. Just the sort to pass the nights away. Definitely good to vegetate.

I should continue on my knitting instead. Of maybe even ... ahem, put in a bit more effort in my chess. *bleah*

We might do a class action suit. Neighbours aren't very happy either.

I'm very tired. I just want my furniture and my lights and have a warm and cozy home.

Nothing doing

It's a beautiful day this morning. If only I do not need to go to work later, that would have been perfect. Now that hubby is not in, it's indeed a good time to clean the house. It's still a bit messy. And it still needs a few more furniture, just that we ran out of money.

Oh well, don't we always need more money? :P

Going out with PM is always interesting. Pigs would fly if she were on time. And I was too optimistic to think that I could get her on her handphone. Yep, it died on her. YS was disappointing too. She didn't turn up. Now why wasn't I too surprised after all? Anyway it was a fun evening. I did my nails before that, and now got a pretty set of toes. heh. PM must learn to be firm and say no without feeling bad. I never have any problems with that ... most of the time. I guess I'm more practical and bochup what others think. Oh well. I got irritated and told her to just tell them no if she didn't want it instead of saying next time. It reads indisicive and sharks are out smelling that blood. The sales talk was really annoying. And I was getting hungry.

Poor PM. I guess sometimes we get gullible when we are down.

But now is a good time to look for apartments. Min might want to take note of some around the city area. Some of the small units looked really good, and perhaps the prices might be suitable. Check out Saturday's newspapers. They usually have their adverts then.

I guess I'm really fortunate to have someone to share the burden of buying a place of our own. It's nice to be able to live away from your parents. My parents are the nicest people on earth, yet I still felt stifling staying with them. I think it's the being able to be mature and independent thingy. You also grow up faster. Not allowing people the means to live on their own is really rotten. Lack of space and housing is just so lame. They just don't want the young people to be too individualistic and independent huh. So they rather let all those public housing go empty.

Well, I'm sure my galfriends can afford it when it comes down to getting a small place of their own. Just that, it simply shackle you to the bank and you really become a poor slave after that. Freedom of another kind, prison of another type.

*sticks head back into the sand*

And we continue to fool ourselves and have pretty dreams.

What a nice morning this is. There are things that need doing around the house. To work!