Saturday, December 19, 2009

let's shop!

sometimes.. we need a little retail therapy

Sunday, October 25, 2009

It wasn't love at first sight.

When I first saw you, I never thought you could make my heart go faster. It has been a long time since I last felt this way.

Grudgingly, I decided to give you a try because I was bored and wanted something different.

The first time we got together, I thought it was just a fleeting liking, a touch, a caress, no more. I didn't know what made me do it but I felt maybe I should give you a chance. Who knows, we may really be meant for each other.

As we told ginger steps together, I fell more and more for you. I could not help it. Being with you was like floating on a cloud. You made me stand tall and I felt proud to have you with me.

My heart began to beat faster and my lungs could not seemed to get enough air. It was then when I began to think that we could really work.

Alas! You were not what I was used to. You needed me to invest more in you than what I was used to. We soon parted ways.

I could not stop thinking of you. My heart was still racing, my mind running wild with the things I will give up just to have you. I made my choice.

And we are together now.

My new 5 inch heels. Yes. FIVE! F.I.V.E!

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

his pain

it started with a backache.

he thought yoga would help. so he asked his friends for some moves that he could do. it didn't help.

he was overseas. he went to the doctor when the pain got too bad. i msn him because his status was about losing 7kg in a week. he told me the doctor made a hole in him to drain out the pus and it was 'very very very' painful. medication didn't help. it was supposed to be appendicitis. i asked him why he didn't come back to singapore since it was so bad. he said he couldnt travel then. we were still thankful that insurance covered the bills.

but it didn't cover his life. he passed away yesterday. doctors had misdiagnosed. in the one month that he was asked to wait for his surgery, the cancer might have raged on. it was colon cancer. and stage 2.

they told me all the treatments were too late. we were supposed to have gathering when u came back.

goodbye my friend. i hope there's no more pain now.

please take care of your health. pain is the sign that something is wrong.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Good bye Mr Ng. I hope you are no longer in pain. Take care my friend.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

blah blah blah

it's been so long! i've changed job, went to perth (and back) and going to hong kong soon..

ahhh.. time flies... do u know in another 3 months, another year would have passed? zzz

ah well.. that's all for my 'im still alive' post :)

Thursday, August 27, 2009

OMG! Photobucket messed up my blog! WTF!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Birthday 2009

Oh man! Older by another year. I think there is a formula in this universe:

Excitement at planning for birthday celebration(s) is inversely proportional to age to be celebrated

The "more matured" I get, the less I feel like celebrating. Be happy about the wrinkles on my face or the sagginess of my cheeks? Bah!

But a birthday is a good reason to receive gifts and get together with friends! Let me get the "thank yous" out first:

Thank you for your well wishes and presents, SBZ, JT, SJ, PY, Debbie, Wailing, Andre, Helen, Mary, Colleen, Eunice, Lyndy, Colin, Magdeline, Lidan, Terence, Beishan, Huimin, Lika, Ivan, Celine, Serene, Liping, Meixin, Joanne, James, Raymond, Hoilan, Dean, Gerald, Meiru, Nhu, Tji Hun, and Edgar! Of course, my family as well! :)

It is not everyday I get sms from people all over the world. :) Thanks for the thought.

He also made the effort to plan a trip. Although it didn't materialise in the end, we still spent a great night here:

And had dinner at Fish & Co, which, by the way, still serves the best grilled calamari I've ever had:

"Deliciousness of calamari is directly proportional to width of smile"

Not to mentioned my friends who had to plan my birthday dinner to suit my on-off-on-maybe-on-off-on sorta birthday "trip":

The girls from waaaaaaaayyyyy back! The guys were too shy? :)

"Can you tell I'm happy?"

Really happy! Yes, I'm 22 by the way. ;)

Girls at the office also planned a 'surprise' for me. Come on, I'm the Queen of Surprises! Who can top me! :) I was in the toilet when they came back, carrying the cake. They sent Celine to stall me but alas! She was disgusted distracted by the "fragrant" toilet that she hurried me back, only to find Lyndy squatting at the table, lighting the candle. Lol... But A+ for the effort!

Best of all! My friends gave me the gift of happiness, health, and beauty! I'm over the moon with all the well-wishes and the effort in planning the "trip", the dinner, and the "surprise". I'm going to be healthy because I'll be getting the cervical cancer vaccine and contact lenses using the ang bao money. Now, how many people on earth can claim they gave their friends "happiness, health, and beauty" as presents?

Ps: One more celebration coming up! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Songs that mean something

I've been listening to Launchcast Radio by Yahoo at work recently. I introduced it to my boss, who loves to blast his favourite 80s rock bands.

Now, I am listening to the 1990s pop station. For the uninitiated, this radio station allows you to play songs by decades so you can be an old woman and go back to the good old days when the songs were hits, not classics. I asked boss what he felt when he listened to the songs.

"Do you feel sad because the time has passed? Or do you feel happy because it brings back memories? Or is it bittersweet because it is a bit of both?"

"I feel steam lor!"

That was his reply to me. By that, I assume it means that he really enjoys the songs and the memories they evoke. When I listen to the 90s channel, I don't know if there is a word to describe what I felt. Let me attempt to illustrate what I mean.

I know the song by listening to its opening.
I know the lyrics without consciously remembering them.
I know when the singer is going to 'style' their voices to give the song something special.
I know the 'hoooooo's, 'haaaaaaaa's, 'laaaaaaaaaa's and 'mmmmmmmm's.
I know when to breathe in the songs.
I know because I grew up with them.

If you ask me what I feel for songs I have heard the past 5 years, I will say 'nothing'. Is it because they are not old enough? Or perhaps they do not mean much to me? I am not sure why but it seems that every song I hear on the channel can be related to a particular incident.

En Vogue - Don't Let Go
The first time I heard this, I was playing uncle's CD at grandma's. It quickly (temporarily) took over "Free Your Mind" as my favourite En Vogue song.

Jewel - You Were Meant for Me
I didn't like this song the first time I heard it. Too 'raw', too many twists and turns to her voice. I started appreciating this when he told me he liked it. Or maybe I started appreciating it because I was slowly realising what she was singing about. For the first time.

Savage Garden - Truly, Deeply, Madly
Ah! The days where guys would ask girls out to the skating rink and hold their gloved hands under the pretense of teaching them how to skate when they were wobbling around. The jukebox loved this song; or rather, we always dedicated this song with our $1 coin. The guys would move in for the kill. After the song ended, we headed for the small kiosk for our instant noodles with an egg cracked in. $2 frikking bucks!

Of course, there are many more songs, with many more memories. I will continue basking in the nostalgia. :)

Friday, April 24, 2009

Ramblings after a long day's work

I'm scared. I think I'm getting to the stage where I have to wear something new each time I go out. That's not healthy. My wardrobe is filled with things I have only worn once and I think it's hanging on by a single screw on the hinge.


I got home from work at 10.30pm. That's not life. Think about it. You wake up in the morning, spend 30 minutes getting reading for work. The trip to office takes 1 hour. You settle down and work for the next 3 hours. You head for lunch that has to be completed within the hour. You come back to office and work at least for the next 5 hours. You take 1 hour to travel back home. You shower in 30 minutes and have your dinner with another 30. That's 12 hours and 30 minutes. If you want to have your 8 hour beauty sleep, you're only left with 3 hours and 30 minutes of free time. No wonder you compromise on your sleep. What a life.


As it was late and I wanted to be home asap, I took a cab. Cabbie started telling me about his life. I listened with semi-interest. Then he spoke about his kids and divorced wife. I wasn't that interested but okaaaay. He went on to elaborate the kind of woman he wants in his life now. "Tall like you, your kind of look..." Wait a minute! Was that a proposition I'm hearing? Ermm... You're 52?!?! Like my dad's era? You know what he ended the conversation with?

"我很会玩老婆的。" (I know how to play my wife very well.)

Saturday, February 28, 2009


Whenever I drink juices, I feel healthy. I head for the loo within 30 minutes of downing the concoction.

I didn't know there are skills required to operate a juice extractor! You know the thing you use to push the fruit down to the blades? Apparently, after you throw the piece of fruit towards its inevitable doom, you have to ram that thing straight in without a moment's hesitation. After ramming the thing in, you have to moderate your speed so that you get your maximum juice from the fruit.

Ok, my description sounds weird.

The definition of a housewife's nightmare

Monday, February 16, 2009


Fashion Toast - Girl who will be inspiring for those teens at Far East
Karla's Closet - Girl who's into studs and oversized jackets
Styleclicker - We all want to know where she got that

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Skool is so cool. Likely totally.

Would you let your child go to school at "My First Skool"?

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Operation Ants Eradication II

Ok! Ant count!

Kitchen counter: None visible
Down from 10

Door frame: 01
Down from 5

Yay! Share your food my dear ants! DIE DIE DIE!!!

My bro said they seemed to have stopped eating after some of their counterparts kaput. I am still observing them. More updates!

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Operation Ants Eradication I


Back in the days when I had to count my coins, I finally chose the soft, fluffy Breadtalk bun for tomorrow's breakfast. It was going to be a 4-hour lecture with little hope of getting a break. Carefully, I tied the transparent plastic bag the bun was placed in and told it I was looking forward to eating it tomorrow. Next, I tied the hand-carry plastic bag as tightly as I could. The precious bundle was then securely brought to the microwave and with tender hands, I put it in, right in the middle.

After a hurried shower, I skipped joyfully to the microwave, rubbing my hands in glee. Yes! I'm finally going to sink my teeth into the soft, fluffy Breaktalk bun. I gently removed the two intricate knots. Holding the baked dough in both hands, I opened my mouth. Wait! What's that? As I was closing my eyes in anticipation of the ecstatic bread-biting moment, I spied a moving creature on my bun. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! It was an ant. Never mind, an ant doesn't kill anyone. I flicked off the ant, and peeled the bun into half for my inaugural bite. WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

WHAT THE FUCK?!!!!!!!!!!


I rushed to throw the bun in the dustbin. WAIT A MINUTE! The ants should not be let off so lightly! Even though I was running late for class, I threw the ant-infested bun into the sink and poured boiling water over the bun. There! SCREW YOU!

I live in an old flat, more than 30 year-old to be precise. With cracks in the walls, you will be very naive if you think that ants do not live side-by-side with us. From the white chalk ant bait, to the nth bottle of insecticide, nothing has worked against the 6-legged pests. Today, I was talking to my colleagues about pests and I brought up the ant situation at my house.

Me: My house has sooooooooooo many ants, it's disgraceful!
Eunice: Just buy the ant bait and use lor! So simple.
Colleen: Ya! That one so useful, all the ants will die.
Me: Where got? Don't lie la. I use that one the ants will detour around it lor.
Eunice: Which one you used?
Me: You all not talking about the white white one meh? Like chalk that one?
Eunice: No la! The one we saying like biscuit crumbs.
Me: Got such a thing meh?
Eunice: Ya la! That time my father bought I thought how come the ant bait attracted more ants. But after a while, you see the ants all lying there, dead liao. Super useful!
Me (excitedly): Really?!?! Where to get??
Colleen: Anywhere can buy what.
Eunice: Ya. You go the medical hall also have. If not the cheapskate place can get. (Ed note: Cheapskate place is what we call the shop that sells hardware, cutlery, and utensils.)

So, after lunch, I rushed to get the deadly ant biscuits:
Only $1.80? Sure or not?

Remember to read the instructions before use!

Really look like biscuit crumbs wor!

After eagerly breaking opened a pellet, I liberally sprinkled it at Ants HQ. One pellet was not enough, so I went for the second.

1 minute gone... *tap tap tap*

2 minute gone... *tap tap tap*

5 minute gone... *tap tap... WOAH!!!! THE ANTS HAVE ARRIVED!!!

Eunice and Colleen said the ants will come and bring back the 'food'. Do not worry at this point because the ants are bringing the sweet biscuits back to its colony to share with its mates. When they ingest the poison-filled crumbs, they will crumble and die! Muahahahaha!!! Call in your logistic company then!

Bring them all home! COME ON!!!

It's late now and I think I should read a bit and turn in for the night. I'll update you Operation Ants Eradication on the morrow! Muahahahahahahahaha!!!

Monday, January 26, 2009

Burning sensation when urinating? Get yourself checked!

I was reading the tragic news on Mariana Bridi da Costa, a 20-year-old Brazilian model who died after contracting urinary tract infection.

Mariana Bridi da Costa, a two-time finalist in Miss World Brazil

Source: The Australian

A 20-YEAR-OLD model who was a finalist to represent Brazil in the Miss World contest has died after having her hands and feet amputated because she had contracted a severe urinary infection.

Doctors had been forced to amputate her hands and feet after she developed septicaemia.

Health officials said in a statement that Mariana Bridi's condition deteriorated overnight and she died early this morning.

The Espirito Santo State Health Secretariat said in the statement she died from complications related to a generalised infection, Associated Press has reported.

It was caused by the bacteria Pseudomonas aeruginosa, which is known to be resistant to several kinds of antibiotics.

Bridi had been in the hospital in the city of Serra in south-eastern Brazil since January 3.

She became ill in December and doctors originally diagnosed her with kidney stones, local media said.

Mariana Bridi da Costa had been in a hospital in Serra, in the south-eastern state of Espirito Santo, and on artificial respiration following the procedures, according to several newspapers.

Her boyfriend, Thiago Simoes, told the G1 news website that Bridi fell ill on December 30, but was initially misdiagnosed with kidney stones.

The infection quickly spread, causing her to go back to hospital for tests that revealed her condition.

Surgeons had to act to remove her damaged hands and feet.

Bridi was twice a finalist in the Brazilian stage of the Miss World pageant.

I never knew that having UTI may cause you the loss of your hands and feet and even result in death. So the next time you feel a burning sensation when you head for the loo, get yourself checked. It may just save your life.

Some advice on UTI prevention (Source:

1. Drink lots of water. Water flushes bacteria and other icky things from your urinary tract.

2. Never hold it! If you have to go to the bathroom, make a beeline for it. Holding it in gives bacteria the chance to flourish instead of being flushed.

3. We all know this, but let's say it again: Wipe front to back.

4. Baths and hot tubs are soothing, but they give a place for bacteria to thrive. Minimize the amount of soaking you do in hot water.

5. Sexually active? Make sure you're washing after (and before if you can!). And make sure that you're always practicing safe sex.

6. Wear panties with cotton where it counts. Nylon and poly-fibers don't breathe, and that's where nasty little bacteria can breed.

7. Vitamin C supplements have been shown to strengthen your body's immunity to bacteria that cause UTIs, as well as a whole other host of benefits. Stock up on C!

8. Finally, guzzle down some cranberry juice. Even if you have one, 4oz serving of the red juice a day, you give your body the weapons to fight this infection, and kill it if you happen to contract it.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

This, that, and those

You know there's this page in My Paper where people like to take photographs of rude/unpleasant/bizarre stuff and post it in? Somehow, it always about this person not giving up the 'priority' seats in bus and mrt. Let me ask you a question. If you are sitting in one of those 'non-priority' seats and a pregnant woman boards the train, wouldn't you (assuming you are a nice kind person and all) give up your seat too? I have friends who always opt NOT to sit in those 'elderly' seats in buses because they say those are meant for old people. Well, if I feel that someone needs the seat more than me, I will gladly stand up no matter which seat I am on.


Recently, I went to Bintan for a short getaway. I had no idea that ferries can get tossed around like sampans in the sea. Suffice to say that retching sounds were the music of choice in the small, cramped ferry. Thank goodness for 'Little Nonya' on the TV Mobile for diverting your attention away from the Viking-ride motion of the ferry.

Welcome drink with some citrusy stuff inside. Yummy after the terrible ferry ride. Now I know why Bintan is a spa destination. You need to calm your nerves. +_+

The pseudo-arty look. Yes, as with most of my island trips, it was cloudy.

The lobby. Those sea creatures glow at night.

One of the 2 pools. By the way, this is Bintan Lagoon. We got the lead-in room for S$132/night via Wotif, which included welcome drinks and breakfasts. The meals there are pretty expensive, starting from about S$40/pax. It's a good idea to bring some instant food along. If you want to save, be like us and pig out at breakfasts, so you only need another dinner to get you through till the next breakfast. Of course, there's no need to prepare Indonesian Rupiah because everything is in SGD. Ferry took another S$60 or so. Another advice on the ferry: do not go for the upgraded category. They cramp you into a tiny tiny cabin (with some seats facing the back of the ferry!!!) where you have to turn your head to watch telly. Yeah, they give you food, but who needs a Coke and an oily chicken pie when your lunch is coming up your throat anyway?

The room was pretty decent. The raised platform is a good place to play games. I lost about $30 here learning Texas Hold 'Em. ): I don't really get the whole idea of putting cushions on the bed. You throw them on the floor when you're about to sleep anyway.

The rough rough sea. It was windy.

The lobby at 3am. Tip: Go outside when it gets dark. The sky is filled with stars! Beautiful! It would be good to read up on the stars (not the horoscope variety) before going so you can have fun trying to identify them. I only know Orion Belt. ):

The hotel's club - Silk. Decent live band but DJ spins House/Dance/Trance. Not my tunes.

All in all, it was a great trip to zou bo (do nothing). I was saying that I want to save up and go traveling this year. He felt that travel was a luxury which should come when you have the excess to do so. Other things have to come first. While I do see where he's coming from, I wonder whether we can live in a sequential way. Traveling at 25 and traveling at 35 will make a vast difference. When Mum and Dad were in Australia, they rented a car and were going to drive back to their accommodation in the middle of the night. When they got lost, they tried reading the street directory but couldn't because of their long-sightedness. There's the whole cliche but true notion that you do not know what will happen tomorrow. Carpe Diam amigo! (Yes, I know one is Latin and the other is Spanish. Sue me!)


The last time we met, it was half a year ago. When the secondary school gang turned up at the reunion, it felt like we were back in school again. Old but still funny banters kept going back and forth. Anecdotes flew out like missiles. Huizhong's Three Bad Things and Three Retributions at Sentosa were mentioned again and again. Kelvin's knack for handling hot objects came into the topic as well.

All too soon, it was midnight and the cake was brought out.

Tip for potluck: Please bring some 'cooling' stuff to balance the finger food, curry chicken, and pizzas.

Amidst Texas Hold 'Em with leftovers as forfeit, sipping champagne with curry chicken, we spoke of the past and how we do not feel our age. The night flew by in a flash, and soon it was 3am. Tired but happy, the old bones started to protest the close contact with the cold floor after 5 hours. We all got ready to leave and started planning for the next reunion. If you asked me what exactly we had talked about in those 5 hours, I will tell you the topics were Huizhong's Three Bad Things and Three Retributions at Sentosa and Kelvin's knack for handling hot objects. :)


All my colleagues have never heard of "force field" and deemed me an ancient tortoise because of that. Better to be an old, wise tortoise than a mountain one right? :)

Saturday, January 03, 2009