Mirror, mirror on the wall
Which is the greatest phone of them all?
The W760i, W980, G900 or C905?
These are all Sony Ericsson (SE) phones as I only buy this brand or the Samsung brand.
However, none of these above mentioned phones have all the functions that I want. It either lacks one or the other and it is a hard choice to make. Although my first take was to buy the W760i but I think it does not have video call!! Not that I use it often but I would like to have it just in case. :P
Then I read the review for G900 on cnet and users were complaining that the battery life was real bad and that there s no HSDPA.
Plus, I really, really want a slide phone and the W980 isn't one!!!
Sigh! Choices, choices. Anyway, I will have to wait for my colleague to buy a new one in November. My contract actually only ends in January and I have the intention of changing my mobile phone service provider from the red one to the green one. I will wait until then to decide.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Choosing the right set of mahjong
I have long wanted to buy a set of mahjong for my Finnish friend. He has a mini set, but I felt that he should have a real one, so that his big hands will not be so uncomfortable.
The thought of wanting to buy did not really coincide with the action, as my knowledge of where to buy it, is limited. I only knew that City Plaza has 2 shops selling it and there is a push cart stall at Marine Parade Promenade that sells it.
When I have decided to buy a set from City Plaza, my dad chided me for going there. He felt that Chinatown would have cheaper sets. On second confirmation with one of my cousins, it was conferred that there were more choices at People's Park.
What a day to go down as there was road closure from 2pm onwards for the lighting up of the roads for Mid Autumn Festival. Had to take a bus down but also had to walk on many diverted roads. Could not even walk across via the bridge.
When we finally reached our destination, I lifted my head to see where we could find a mahjong shop. There, right next to the escalator, on Level 2, was one. It was a wholesale centre. We went there.
We saw what we wanted but the price was not quite right and the lady boss did not really want to reduce the price anyway. We told her we would be back. I was at a lost. I did not know where else to go and my dad suggested we walked back to the other side of the road. I pulled a really long face. I was not ready to walk back there at all. It was a long tedious walk with too many people.
Just as was exasperatingly turning round and round Level 1, looking for a shopping directory, I saw this mahjong shop behind us. We walked in, the lady was friendly but not pushy. After showing us the several sizes of mahjong and me telling her what colour I was looking for, she took out what I wanted.
It was one size smaller than the one I saw before at Level 2, but when compared to similar sizes seen at Level 2, the set was still cheaper. We bargained a little more and got the set at a satisfactory price. My dad was also on the verge of buying a foldable mahjong table. She was willing to throw in the dampening mat at a preferential price.
However, my dad remembered that we did not drive down to town and decided not to buy the table...yet. Good choice as the mahjong set itself was rather heavy already.
The lady was very nice and she knew what was customer service and he concept of repeat business. She told us to come back to her when we decide that we wanted to buy the table. This lady must be called Irene as the shop was called Irene Engraving Services and Mahjong Shop.
Oh! Why did I wait so long to go buy the mahjong and not ask my dad to buy for me instead? I am a little weird in the sense that I feel that the FEEL is very important. I cannot just buy ANY mahjong set but I must look at it and like it, and have a good feel about it. I must also feel that the person playing it will love it. If not, there is no point buying it.
Well, I am glad I went down to get this set myself. I really love the colour and how it looks a bit jelly. I will take some pics and upload it as soon as possible.
The thought of wanting to buy did not really coincide with the action, as my knowledge of where to buy it, is limited. I only knew that City Plaza has 2 shops selling it and there is a push cart stall at Marine Parade Promenade that sells it.
When I have decided to buy a set from City Plaza, my dad chided me for going there. He felt that Chinatown would have cheaper sets. On second confirmation with one of my cousins, it was conferred that there were more choices at People's Park.
What a day to go down as there was road closure from 2pm onwards for the lighting up of the roads for Mid Autumn Festival. Had to take a bus down but also had to walk on many diverted roads. Could not even walk across via the bridge.
When we finally reached our destination, I lifted my head to see where we could find a mahjong shop. There, right next to the escalator, on Level 2, was one. It was a wholesale centre. We went there.
We saw what we wanted but the price was not quite right and the lady boss did not really want to reduce the price anyway. We told her we would be back. I was at a lost. I did not know where else to go and my dad suggested we walked back to the other side of the road. I pulled a really long face. I was not ready to walk back there at all. It was a long tedious walk with too many people.
Just as was exasperatingly turning round and round Level 1, looking for a shopping directory, I saw this mahjong shop behind us. We walked in, the lady was friendly but not pushy. After showing us the several sizes of mahjong and me telling her what colour I was looking for, she took out what I wanted.
It was one size smaller than the one I saw before at Level 2, but when compared to similar sizes seen at Level 2, the set was still cheaper. We bargained a little more and got the set at a satisfactory price. My dad was also on the verge of buying a foldable mahjong table. She was willing to throw in the dampening mat at a preferential price.
However, my dad remembered that we did not drive down to town and decided not to buy the table...yet. Good choice as the mahjong set itself was rather heavy already.
The lady was very nice and she knew what was customer service and he concept of repeat business. She told us to come back to her when we decide that we wanted to buy the table. This lady must be called Irene as the shop was called Irene Engraving Services and Mahjong Shop.
Oh! Why did I wait so long to go buy the mahjong and not ask my dad to buy for me instead? I am a little weird in the sense that I feel that the FEEL is very important. I cannot just buy ANY mahjong set but I must look at it and like it, and have a good feel about it. I must also feel that the person playing it will love it. If not, there is no point buying it.
Well, I am glad I went down to get this set myself. I really love the colour and how it looks a bit jelly. I will take some pics and upload it as soon as possible.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
A lazy Saturday
This would just be an ordinary post, about another ordinary Saturday.
I went down to pay the 'down payment' for my school fees and then went to eat brunch at Makarios at the National Library Building (Level 3).
It has a nice quiet environment. Very quiet. We were the only ones there. Well, it was after all 11 am. It was just ordinary spaghetti carbonara, but the ham was good ham. I could taste it. Not too salty and just the right amount of fat.
However, I would recommend that one should go there more for it's coffee and chicken pie as they are more reasonably priced and the pastry is much better than the cafe at level one. The plat principal (main course in french)costs are very french; on the expensive end. It is very nice but I will only eat there again when I am feeling very rich or when I really feel like pampering myself.
Went to Vivo after that. Spent an hour or so at Page One choosing my 2009 diary/calendar/organiser. Haha! Hopefully this sort of enthusiasm will last me throughout my two years of study.
I went down to pay the 'down payment' for my school fees and then went to eat brunch at Makarios at the National Library Building (Level 3).
It has a nice quiet environment. Very quiet. We were the only ones there. Well, it was after all 11 am. It was just ordinary spaghetti carbonara, but the ham was good ham. I could taste it. Not too salty and just the right amount of fat.
However, I would recommend that one should go there more for it's coffee and chicken pie as they are more reasonably priced and the pastry is much better than the cafe at level one. The plat principal (main course in french)costs are very french; on the expensive end. It is very nice but I will only eat there again when I am feeling very rich or when I really feel like pampering myself.
Went to Vivo after that. Spent an hour or so at Page One choosing my 2009 diary/calendar/organiser. Haha! Hopefully this sort of enthusiasm will last me throughout my two years of study.
What a day!
Yesterday was actually quite a bad day for me. The public bus that was supposed to bring me to work broke down three quarters of the way. Had to take a cab to work. Even though it was not too far away, it cost me the whole of ten bucks due to the peak hour charges.
It did not help that there was a major jam along the same road where my bus broke down. I later found out, from the comfort of my cab that another public bus of a red and white kind had met with a terrible accident. The whole front panel had come off and there was even a police car there to inspect.
In the evening, I waited for a good 15 minutes before the bus came to bring me to the nearest MRT. I was already running late. I guess I had forgotten to factor in waiting time. Then, on my way to Raffles Place, the MRT stopped for much longer than usual at one of the station stops. Made me even later. My cousin was already waiting but luckily, my aunt and the rest of the party have not appeared. They were even later.
It's ok though, for we had a whale of a time and I got to see nephew Rayee! I managed to stop his crying (for a while) as we were trying o train him to change his feedings from 3-hourly to 4-hourly feeds. I think Rayee and I are off to a good start. Hee!
A reasonable dinner was rounded off with very delicious desserts from Ricciotti rushed and bought by my eldest cousin. They sell their desserts at half price after a certain time. We were nearby there and they went to queue up. They were lucky to be first in line as they managed to buy up the last panna cotta, which was oh so delicious!! Next best thing would be their tiramisu, even though my aunt would beg to differ. She thinks that is the best out of all the sweets.
Hmm...all these sweets leave sweet memories and cancels out the bad stuff that happened throughout the day.
It did not help that there was a major jam along the same road where my bus broke down. I later found out, from the comfort of my cab that another public bus of a red and white kind had met with a terrible accident. The whole front panel had come off and there was even a police car there to inspect.
In the evening, I waited for a good 15 minutes before the bus came to bring me to the nearest MRT. I was already running late. I guess I had forgotten to factor in waiting time. Then, on my way to Raffles Place, the MRT stopped for much longer than usual at one of the station stops. Made me even later. My cousin was already waiting but luckily, my aunt and the rest of the party have not appeared. They were even later.
It's ok though, for we had a whale of a time and I got to see nephew Rayee! I managed to stop his crying (for a while) as we were trying o train him to change his feedings from 3-hourly to 4-hourly feeds. I think Rayee and I are off to a good start. Hee!
A reasonable dinner was rounded off with very delicious desserts from Ricciotti rushed and bought by my eldest cousin. They sell their desserts at half price after a certain time. We were nearby there and they went to queue up. They were lucky to be first in line as they managed to buy up the last panna cotta, which was oh so delicious!! Next best thing would be their tiramisu, even though my aunt would beg to differ. She thinks that is the best out of all the sweets.
Hmm...all these sweets leave sweet memories and cancels out the bad stuff that happened throughout the day.
My teacher's day pressies
The first and last pics are the same stuff but from different angle. It is my favourite gift next to a Precious Moments mug that one of my colleagues gave me. It looks good enough to EAT!!
The middle pic is the works! Don't know whether it is because it's the first time I am getting all these but looking at them makes me feel very touched and makes my work that more meaningful. That also means that I have got a greater responsibility to ensure that these kids learn while they are under my care! Hee, but I enjoy my worrk.
Touched...by little angels
Just celebrated Teacher's Day at work today (Friday, 29th August). I never used to think much of these celebrations, thinking that it is another way that business people make more money out of us, the consumers.
I totally soaked in the buying teachers a present fever this year. I saw children running around, demanding their mums buy a certain necklace, because her teacher likes that, and only that type of necklace (spoilt brat). There were kids going around shopping malls shouting at the top of their voices, "Tomorrow is teacher's day, tomorrow is teacher's day... ."
I myself was cracking my head, thinking of what to buy with limited budget. After all, my earning power is no longer like before. While I want to make my gift look good enough, I had to think about my pocket too. There was going to a gifts exchange and we were ordering home deliveries. We had already chosen satay, otak-otak, sushi, chicken from a certain famous Colonel and Indian food such as butter chicken, kitchen korma and stuff like that. Yum!
I am touched. Touched that these little hearts go all out to give us something, even if it is just a small token. Even though it may be their parents' ideas. Touched too, for as we exchange gifts amongst one another, there is this sense of belonging, closeness and happiness. Touched too, that for one day every year, we would get to celebrate OUR day.
However, there were two gifts that were most priceless and valuable to me today (Friday, OK?). It was when I hugged one of the older kids and he whispered, "I love your stories." and when, as I brought one of the kids for toilet break and was helping her with the wearing of her clothes, she whispered very softly but sweetly into my ear, "I love you". I wanted to hug her and cry there and then for it was so endearing.
The boy who told me he loves my stories can be very disobedient and does not like doing work and this little girl who told me she loves me is one of those who cannot stop talking and jumping around. Yet, I love them all. They are so poignant honest and real that no matter how naughty they may be, one cannot help but love them all.
I totally soaked in the buying teachers a present fever this year. I saw children running around, demanding their mums buy a certain necklace, because her teacher likes that, and only that type of necklace (spoilt brat). There were kids going around shopping malls shouting at the top of their voices, "Tomorrow is teacher's day, tomorrow is teacher's day... ."
I myself was cracking my head, thinking of what to buy with limited budget. After all, my earning power is no longer like before. While I want to make my gift look good enough, I had to think about my pocket too. There was going to a gifts exchange and we were ordering home deliveries. We had already chosen satay, otak-otak, sushi, chicken from a certain famous Colonel and Indian food such as butter chicken, kitchen korma and stuff like that. Yum!
I am touched. Touched that these little hearts go all out to give us something, even if it is just a small token. Even though it may be their parents' ideas. Touched too, for as we exchange gifts amongst one another, there is this sense of belonging, closeness and happiness. Touched too, that for one day every year, we would get to celebrate OUR day.
However, there were two gifts that were most priceless and valuable to me today (Friday, OK?). It was when I hugged one of the older kids and he whispered, "I love your stories." and when, as I brought one of the kids for toilet break and was helping her with the wearing of her clothes, she whispered very softly but sweetly into my ear, "I love you". I wanted to hug her and cry there and then for it was so endearing.
The boy who told me he loves my stories can be very disobedient and does not like doing work and this little girl who told me she loves me is one of those who cannot stop talking and jumping around. Yet, I love them all. They are so poignant honest and real that no matter how naughty they may be, one cannot help but love them all.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
DON"T TOUCH!!!!
Had a real bad quarrel with mum two days ago. She had helped me buy the EXPEDIT shelf from IKEA, for which I am thankful.
She had also very kindly temporarily moved my ex-shelving to her room. She also very kindly replicated how I put my stuff in my room. For that I was thankful.
Two days later though. I found that all the shelves and stuff in her room had disappeared!!!!
I panicked. Then I went into hysteria mode. There were letters. Free tickets and stuff that were important. Then there were those stuff that I have not packed onto the new shelves, that appeared on it. I hate that. Anyway, that was how I found out that my things had been moved.
I went into my room, saw stuff that were on my new shelves and went into my mum's room to find that the old shelves were gone. I admit that I am not the neatest person in the world, but I can find my stuff. With the order of things messed up, I was on the verge of a total nervous breakdown.
I had originally wanted to categorise and pack my stuff over the coming weekend, but now, I was at a lost.
This is not the first time that mum has 'meddled' with my stuff and it is also not the first time we quarrelled, but I think it is by far the worse of all quarrels.
The worst part is that she hears but she does not listen. I asked her why she went to touch and move my things and she went around telling my dad that I said she "threw" away my things.
No point arguing though coz in the end, I might have two persons pointing accusing fingers and screaming down at me at the same time (mum + dad).
What did I do?? I just locked myself in my own room and screamed my head off and bawled loudly. Kind of like what my kids do. Except, I never could fathom why they can bawl and scream like that until two nights ago. It must be a great relief to be able to do that.
I am not proud of what I did but I guess this was a chance for me to experience what my kids feel, first hand. After that, you get real exhausted and you sleep like a baby.
Sigh...the day that all these squabbles and all this touching of my stuff will stop, is the day that I have the ability to move out of the house (which is like never, from the looks of it).
Oh yes, a speaker at this talk once said to accept your child's abilities. It does not mean that you are a fast-paced person, that your child is expected to be one. Let them learn and grow at their own pace. Wish my mum would let me do that (do things at my own pace that is. Not that I have much to grow except for sideways). I almost also remember to let my kids do that too.
She had also very kindly temporarily moved my ex-shelving to her room. She also very kindly replicated how I put my stuff in my room. For that I was thankful.
Two days later though. I found that all the shelves and stuff in her room had disappeared!!!!
I panicked. Then I went into hysteria mode. There were letters. Free tickets and stuff that were important. Then there were those stuff that I have not packed onto the new shelves, that appeared on it. I hate that. Anyway, that was how I found out that my things had been moved.
I went into my room, saw stuff that were on my new shelves and went into my mum's room to find that the old shelves were gone. I admit that I am not the neatest person in the world, but I can find my stuff. With the order of things messed up, I was on the verge of a total nervous breakdown.
I had originally wanted to categorise and pack my stuff over the coming weekend, but now, I was at a lost.
This is not the first time that mum has 'meddled' with my stuff and it is also not the first time we quarrelled, but I think it is by far the worse of all quarrels.
The worst part is that she hears but she does not listen. I asked her why she went to touch and move my things and she went around telling my dad that I said she "threw" away my things.
No point arguing though coz in the end, I might have two persons pointing accusing fingers and screaming down at me at the same time (mum + dad).
What did I do?? I just locked myself in my own room and screamed my head off and bawled loudly. Kind of like what my kids do. Except, I never could fathom why they can bawl and scream like that until two nights ago. It must be a great relief to be able to do that.
I am not proud of what I did but I guess this was a chance for me to experience what my kids feel, first hand. After that, you get real exhausted and you sleep like a baby.
Sigh...the day that all these squabbles and all this touching of my stuff will stop, is the day that I have the ability to move out of the house (which is like never, from the looks of it).
Oh yes, a speaker at this talk once said to accept your child's abilities. It does not mean that you are a fast-paced person, that your child is expected to be one. Let them learn and grow at their own pace. Wish my mum would let me do that (do things at my own pace that is. Not that I have much to grow except for sideways). I almost also remember to let my kids do that too.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Gratification
What's the good stuff about being a teacher? Instant gratification. See this picture? It was drawn by his Kindergarten 2 girl who loves my storytelling. There was once when she was listening to my story halfway and her mum had to bring her home. She threw into a fit when she went home that her mum jokingly held me responsible. Hee!
That's me, with spectacles, in a parachute. Hee!
Another instant gratification is the hugs and kisses showered by the kids that I see day in day out.
That's me, with spectacles, in a parachute. Hee!
Another instant gratification is the hugs and kisses showered by the kids that I see day in day out.
Sunrise, sunset
It seems like such a coincidence that whichever industry I join, it always seems to be the hot topic during the National Day Rally.
About 8 years ago, the library was the talk of the day. We, no they, have gone really high tech and have managed to jump leaps and bounds in terms of cutting down the queues and creating many new services etc.
Last week, during the National Day Rally Speech, childcare centres were the hot topic and for days before and after the rally speech, there were lots of reports in the newspapers about them. The number of centres need to be increased so as to encourage child bearing among married couples (sounds like our pledge. Hee, hee!).
There will be more subsidies given and lots more carrots are being dangled in front of parents to encourage them to give birth to more. Subsidies for working and non-working mums are up. Scholarships and bursaries would be given to teachers to upgrade and improve themselves. The fact that my school was mentioned for providing the scholarships shows that I must have done something right by signing up with that school.
A salsa-dancing ex-colleague once told me that the publishing industry is a sunset industry, but I think I must agree with the marketing manager that I did not like from Etonhouse (still trying to find link to that posting), that being in early childhood education industry is a sunrise industry.
About 8 years ago, the library was the talk of the day. We, no they, have gone really high tech and have managed to jump leaps and bounds in terms of cutting down the queues and creating many new services etc.
Last week, during the National Day Rally Speech, childcare centres were the hot topic and for days before and after the rally speech, there were lots of reports in the newspapers about them. The number of centres need to be increased so as to encourage child bearing among married couples (sounds like our pledge. Hee, hee!).
There will be more subsidies given and lots more carrots are being dangled in front of parents to encourage them to give birth to more. Subsidies for working and non-working mums are up. Scholarships and bursaries would be given to teachers to upgrade and improve themselves. The fact that my school was mentioned for providing the scholarships shows that I must have done something right by signing up with that school.
A salsa-dancing ex-colleague once told me that the publishing industry is a sunset industry, but I think I must agree with the marketing manager that I did not like from Etonhouse (still trying to find link to that posting), that being in early childhood education industry is a sunrise industry.
Dis-Orientated (just a little)
I have forgotten how unnerving going for lessons or orientation programmes could be. The last time I stepped into a school environment was in 1999. Almost 10 years ago.
You can imagine my shock when I saw so many unfamiliar faces staring back at me in the lecture room when I stepped into school. Nervousness was crawling under my skin. I suddenly felt uneasy all over again. For that split second, I was the shy girl back in the good 'ol days.
I guess age has done something to me though and so I put on my 'thick skin mask' and walked to an empty seat. It did not matter if I was not talking to anyone. At the end of the orientation programme though, I realise that it DOES matter that we should know as many people as possible. We are going to be with one another for 2 years and there will be lots of assignments and group projects.
I am a little worried here for I am (contrary to what a lot of my friends think) an introvert. My ex-housemate has brought me out of my shell a little but the old me sometimes re-visits. Will have to shoo it away and brace myself for new beginnings yet.
You can imagine my shock when I saw so many unfamiliar faces staring back at me in the lecture room when I stepped into school. Nervousness was crawling under my skin. I suddenly felt uneasy all over again. For that split second, I was the shy girl back in the good 'ol days.
I guess age has done something to me though and so I put on my 'thick skin mask' and walked to an empty seat. It did not matter if I was not talking to anyone. At the end of the orientation programme though, I realise that it DOES matter that we should know as many people as possible. We are going to be with one another for 2 years and there will be lots of assignments and group projects.
I am a little worried here for I am (contrary to what a lot of my friends think) an introvert. My ex-housemate has brought me out of my shell a little but the old me sometimes re-visits. Will have to shoo it away and brace myself for new beginnings yet.
Mahjong woes
Today's (or rather, yesterday's) highlight was mahjong. It was a time for interaction and catching up. There were news of friends who got attached and friends who went their own separate ways.
There were lots of laughter and yet, there were also lots of squabbles over mahjong matters.
I think playing mahjong can really reveal a person's character: whether they are gentlemen and/or ladies or whether they go all out to 'kill' everyone else.
Today started and ended quite badly as two of the players refused to used chips to play. They wanted to use real money. Coins to be exact. I guess, if I came in all ready with a whole bag of coins, I would not minded it so much, but the fact is that I did not have so many coins. The other thing is that I am more of a chip person; play with chips first and then pay the real money right at the end.
In the end, we decided to use half coins half chips: two of them used coins while my ex-housemate and I used chips. Should be easy right? Whichever coins you have would be your winnings. NO!!! There were discrepancies and the biggest loser in the game had already paid everything that needed to be paid and nobody refused to budge. In the end, I took out the mere 90 cents to settle the unhappiness.
Well, for one, I think I have only seen people use real money when they play big: their starting pay out is $1 and $2. For the other, if it were me, I would respect the host's wishes as to whether he or she wants to use chips or real money. If the host had told me beforehand that real money is to be used throughout the game, I would have respected that. If the host insisted on chips, so be it.
It goes to show one thing (to me at least): that arguments and conflicts do not just occur among children. Grown people have to deal with it everyday too :)
The thing I got out of this whole mahjong session is that we learn to interact with one another in our own different ways and I try to adapt and accept them as they unfold before me. Who knows? I might also be able to use it on incidents that occur among children. Hee, hee... .
All that said, I also remembered how my cousin just walked off the table last week leaving us with one player less (not sure whether I mentioned it in my earlier blog). She had continually lost to her mum and worse still, she was the one who kept giving her mum the winning tile. Luckily thouh, her brother came to the rescue.
Aahh mahjong. it teaches me that I have to watch my manners too.
There were lots of laughter and yet, there were also lots of squabbles over mahjong matters.
I think playing mahjong can really reveal a person's character: whether they are gentlemen and/or ladies or whether they go all out to 'kill' everyone else.
Today started and ended quite badly as two of the players refused to used chips to play. They wanted to use real money. Coins to be exact. I guess, if I came in all ready with a whole bag of coins, I would not minded it so much, but the fact is that I did not have so many coins. The other thing is that I am more of a chip person; play with chips first and then pay the real money right at the end.
In the end, we decided to use half coins half chips: two of them used coins while my ex-housemate and I used chips. Should be easy right? Whichever coins you have would be your winnings. NO!!! There were discrepancies and the biggest loser in the game had already paid everything that needed to be paid and nobody refused to budge. In the end, I took out the mere 90 cents to settle the unhappiness.
Well, for one, I think I have only seen people use real money when they play big: their starting pay out is $1 and $2. For the other, if it were me, I would respect the host's wishes as to whether he or she wants to use chips or real money. If the host had told me beforehand that real money is to be used throughout the game, I would have respected that. If the host insisted on chips, so be it.
It goes to show one thing (to me at least): that arguments and conflicts do not just occur among children. Grown people have to deal with it everyday too :)
The thing I got out of this whole mahjong session is that we learn to interact with one another in our own different ways and I try to adapt and accept them as they unfold before me. Who knows? I might also be able to use it on incidents that occur among children. Hee, hee... .
All that said, I also remembered how my cousin just walked off the table last week leaving us with one player less (not sure whether I mentioned it in my earlier blog). She had continually lost to her mum and worse still, she was the one who kept giving her mum the winning tile. Luckily thouh, her brother came to the rescue.
Aahh mahjong. it teaches me that I have to watch my manners too.
Filing now or just a few weeks later
Went to open a joint account with the bank today. It was needed for the sum of money that would come from the sale of the flat. Troublesome.
He pestered me about filing for the papers again. I really, really, really hate people who go on and on by your ears and cannot stop. What does he expect me to do? Go down to the lawyers immediately???
My lawyers told me to settle the property before looking for them. He claims that his lawyers said otherwise. I told him that if he thinks so, HE can go do the filing. What IS the hurry when the final appointment with HDB is only one week away?? After that, we can file away all we want.
It was upsetting. Very upsetting. No matter how amicable I try to make it, it somehow does not seem to end up quite right. Now that I have opened my mouth to ask him to file the papers, I am just wondering whether there will be any backlash. Hopefully not. I am praying very hard.
I was so upset that I sms-d Kelly in the middle of breakfast. She wanted to meet up, but I had to go back to my workplace and then play mahjong with ex-housemate and gang, so I offered her tomorrow for coffee. She has not replied, but it is comforting to know that there is always somewhere there who could lend a listening ear and be there to support you (even though that person in question may be a little petty at times. Haha!)
He pestered me about filing for the papers again. I really, really, really hate people who go on and on by your ears and cannot stop. What does he expect me to do? Go down to the lawyers immediately???
My lawyers told me to settle the property before looking for them. He claims that his lawyers said otherwise. I told him that if he thinks so, HE can go do the filing. What IS the hurry when the final appointment with HDB is only one week away?? After that, we can file away all we want.
It was upsetting. Very upsetting. No matter how amicable I try to make it, it somehow does not seem to end up quite right. Now that I have opened my mouth to ask him to file the papers, I am just wondering whether there will be any backlash. Hopefully not. I am praying very hard.
I was so upset that I sms-d Kelly in the middle of breakfast. She wanted to meet up, but I had to go back to my workplace and then play mahjong with ex-housemate and gang, so I offered her tomorrow for coffee. She has not replied, but it is comforting to know that there is always somewhere there who could lend a listening ear and be there to support you (even though that person in question may be a little petty at times. Haha!)
Friday, August 22, 2008
"Run Forrest, Run!"
I did the unbelievable. I signed up for the StanChart Marathon 10KM run. I have been contemplating doing this for several years now. I just did not have the guts to do it. I always told myself that I was not ready.
I certainly was very out of shape and definitely not fit. I am not saying that I am fit now. I only went down a bit due to my job requiring me to be on the move constantly and use up parts of my muscles that I never knew existed before.
Nevertheless, I still need to train for it. I cannot expect miracles to happen and be able to run 10KM just like that. In fact, I am also feeling a little ambitious and might also want to sign up for the New Balance Run.
Why the determination this time around? I reckon if I do not put my foot down and sign up, I will never train. Hopefully the thought of spending $50 will spur me on to train and run. Plus, I have been talking about it for such a long time now, I think, like my present job, I should take action.
Got my cousin ( the same one who is giving me the bike) to sign up as he gets a discount. He has got a StanChart account. Hee! Some savings here again...Tres happy!
I certainly was very out of shape and definitely not fit. I am not saying that I am fit now. I only went down a bit due to my job requiring me to be on the move constantly and use up parts of my muscles that I never knew existed before.
Nevertheless, I still need to train for it. I cannot expect miracles to happen and be able to run 10KM just like that. In fact, I am also feeling a little ambitious and might also want to sign up for the New Balance Run.
Why the determination this time around? I reckon if I do not put my foot down and sign up, I will never train. Hopefully the thought of spending $50 will spur me on to train and run. Plus, I have been talking about it for such a long time now, I think, like my present job, I should take action.
Got my cousin ( the same one who is giving me the bike) to sign up as he gets a discount. He has got a StanChart account. Hee! Some savings here again...Tres happy!
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Proud owner
Almost forgot to blog about my new found bike. Last week, I when I went to my cousin's place, I had seen this bike that was lying around. I had asked my cousin whose it was and if nobody was using it, could I then have it?
Yes! The answer is yes! Now, I just need to wait for my cousin to deliver it coz the air has run out and it was a little too late after mahjong the other night. Very excited about it and I cannot wait to test ride it in my big, big backyard (that is shared by one and all)! Hahahahah!!!!
The most satisfying part is that I do not have to come up with a single cent. Although my cousin did not say anything, I told him that I would take it first and anytime that he needs it, to get it back from me. I think that is the only right thing to say.
Yes! The answer is yes! Now, I just need to wait for my cousin to deliver it coz the air has run out and it was a little too late after mahjong the other night. Very excited about it and I cannot wait to test ride it in my big, big backyard (that is shared by one and all)! Hahahahah!!!!
The most satisfying part is that I do not have to come up with a single cent. Although my cousin did not say anything, I told him that I would take it first and anytime that he needs it, to get it back from me. I think that is the only right thing to say.
Monday, August 18, 2008
The yet to be married woman
"I feel for the 30-something single woman", said the Prime Minister.
Then, I ask, "what about those in limbo or are divorced?"
I am screaming from within. I wish we were not so marginalised or mentioned in an implied way or in a 'hushed' mannner.
Then again, I applaud the Prime Minister for making a little effort in empathising. Anyhow, the bottom line is to make us women make more babies. Ha! Ha! Ha!
Then, I ask, "what about those in limbo or are divorced?"
I am screaming from within. I wish we were not so marginalised or mentioned in an implied way or in a 'hushed' mannner.
Then again, I applaud the Prime Minister for making a little effort in empathising. Anyhow, the bottom line is to make us women make more babies. Ha! Ha! Ha!
Why I will not clear trays when I eat at food courts
I am typing this as I am listening to the National Day Rally Speech. Our Prime Minister mentioned something about clearing our trays and plates after eating at a food court.
I will clear trays at fast food joints and such, but I will try never to do so at a food court. What for? When your actions are not appreciated? I got scolded (more than once) at Bishan Junction 8 food court even after I politely held the tray and waited for the auntie to clear her other trays from the side station.
I could not remember the first bad encounter but for the second encounter, I remember being told off by her (may not be the same lady, You cannot see I am busy here ah?"
I left the food court feeling very angry and in a bit of a childish move, went back to give her a peace of my mind. I told her that she was very rude and she started shouting back at me again.
Then there were other incidents met by other friends that said that the tray cleaners were so afraid that their supervisors would scold them that they come in a hurry to take the tray away from you. In fact, from personal experience, they 'prey' on you when you are almost done, hoping to zip the tray from under you immediately when you are done.
For this, I feel that there is a very fine line between service and being rude. While it makes good service sense to clear in an efficient manner, it is another to clear it too quickly. It seems to send out this subliminal message to "move your butt once you have finished eating".
So, until I feel that there is an attitude change to these tray cleaners, I will not clear my own tray. Or maybe, I will just see how the situation goes: if the auntie or uncle looks nice enough. I will clear my tray and pass it to them.
I will clear trays at fast food joints and such, but I will try never to do so at a food court. What for? When your actions are not appreciated? I got scolded (more than once) at Bishan Junction 8 food court even after I politely held the tray and waited for the auntie to clear her other trays from the side station.
I could not remember the first bad encounter but for the second encounter, I remember being told off by her (may not be the same lady, You cannot see I am busy here ah?"
I left the food court feeling very angry and in a bit of a childish move, went back to give her a peace of my mind. I told her that she was very rude and she started shouting back at me again.
Then there were other incidents met by other friends that said that the tray cleaners were so afraid that their supervisors would scold them that they come in a hurry to take the tray away from you. In fact, from personal experience, they 'prey' on you when you are almost done, hoping to zip the tray from under you immediately when you are done.
For this, I feel that there is a very fine line between service and being rude. While it makes good service sense to clear in an efficient manner, it is another to clear it too quickly. It seems to send out this subliminal message to "move your butt once you have finished eating".
So, until I feel that there is an attitude change to these tray cleaners, I will not clear my own tray. Or maybe, I will just see how the situation goes: if the auntie or uncle looks nice enough. I will clear my tray and pass it to them.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Going loco over Lomo
The other day, when we had the National Celebration party, I brought my lomograph camera to work. My colleagues were so very fascinated by the uniqueness of it all that we talked about going together to buy it at Page One.
Both my colleagues were very excited about it and it was real funny coz I did tell them that I bought it at an expensive
Both my colleagues were very excited about it and it was real funny coz I did tell them that I bought it at an expensive
Family day on a Friday; a rarity
There are some days that I think I might die from shouting. Haha!!! It is an occupational hazard. I still love my job.
Unlike other Fridays, I chose to go home. Called dad up to see if he wanted to have dinner together. He told me he was catching a Olympic table tennis match on tv. I suggested home delivery pizza. Hahaha!!!!
My dad and pizza? It is not a common equation, but after eating one time during one of our mahjong session, he felt that this is quite a novel way of having a meal. It was Hong Kong serial and pizza time for the whole family!!
Unlike other Fridays, I chose to go home. Called dad up to see if he wanted to have dinner together. He told me he was catching a Olympic table tennis match on tv. I suggested home delivery pizza. Hahaha!!!!
My dad and pizza? It is not a common equation, but after eating one time during one of our mahjong session, he felt that this is quite a novel way of having a meal. It was Hong Kong serial and pizza time for the whole family!!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Twice shaven
I am so angry with STRIP that I really don't feel like writing anymore.
I just finished a complaint letter to them. I go to them for all my grooming purposes and today, they made a stupid big mistake and instead of waxing my legs, they were shaved it, thinking I was going for IPL. What was worse is that they left me in a halk-f@*cked state of shaven leg with some hair still not removed.
OK, I know, I should not talk about such personal things on my blog but I was really upset. Seething did not even begin to describe how I felt at that point of time. I was gritting my teeth as I spoke to the customer service officer.
Why am I so upset? I have never shaved my leg hairs before and I never intended to. I feel that it will grow out courser and my pores might just become bigger. F@*ck, f@*ck, f@*ck!!!
By the way, I always 'kena' such bad luck. There was one time, many yonks ago, my top part of the brow was also shaven off by a beautician trimming my eyebrows. Everyone knows that one should not shave the top bit as this will disrupt the natural shape. Aargh!!!!
I just finished a complaint letter to them. I go to them for all my grooming purposes and today, they made a stupid big mistake and instead of waxing my legs, they were shaved it, thinking I was going for IPL. What was worse is that they left me in a halk-f@*cked state of shaven leg with some hair still not removed.
OK, I know, I should not talk about such personal things on my blog but I was really upset. Seething did not even begin to describe how I felt at that point of time. I was gritting my teeth as I spoke to the customer service officer.
Why am I so upset? I have never shaved my leg hairs before and I never intended to. I feel that it will grow out courser and my pores might just become bigger. F@*ck, f@*ck, f@*ck!!!
By the way, I always 'kena' such bad luck. There was one time, many yonks ago, my top part of the brow was also shaven off by a beautician trimming my eyebrows. Everyone knows that one should not shave the top bit as this will disrupt the natural shape. Aargh!!!!
Monday, August 11, 2008
When personal grooming becomes public
This morning, when I boarded the bus, I chose to sit beside this lady. It was not because had much choice but because this new bus design is such that if I were to sit on seat after and be sitting next to the aisle, on foot would be dangling for about 40 minutes and I will be struggling to balance at every turn.
Like I said, I wish that I had a better choice, but there were no seats left. This woman, was applying some eucalyptus smelling lotion on her hands and arms. I thought that was it. No!!!! She started applying the lotion to her neck area and was lifting her blouse to reach those unreachable areas beyond the neck!!!!
I was very agitated by her actions and decided to whip out my L'Occitane Cherry Blossom Perfume Gel so that I do not have to smell her eucalyptus smell and show her that her actions are not very welcome. I could already hear some coughing from a passenger from behind.
Guess what? The lady beside me, took her lotion to rub lots of it on her nostrils. As if she was rubbing Vicks.
After she was done moisturising (which should have been done at home anyway). She kept fidgeting with her phone, her hair her everything else. I HATE THIS KIND OF PEOPLE. Fidget, fidget, fidget. Super irritating. I used to get really affected by people like that. This time though, I just prayed and not get (so) affected.
When she was nearing her destination, she whipped out her lipstick to apply. Of course, my mum does this as well. I still cannot really do it in public though. The most public I would go is the public toilet to apply my lipstick.
When she was about to alight, instead of excuse me, she asked me, "are you going down as well?"
DUH!!
I just believe that certain should be done at home before leaving home and not done in a very public area. It is just like how I feel about cutting fingernails on the bus and or MRT.
Well, all these are my personal opinions. I am sure, there are people, who would read my blog, and still do the same thing.
Like I said, I wish that I had a better choice, but there were no seats left. This woman, was applying some eucalyptus smelling lotion on her hands and arms. I thought that was it. No!!!! She started applying the lotion to her neck area and was lifting her blouse to reach those unreachable areas beyond the neck!!!!
I was very agitated by her actions and decided to whip out my L'Occitane Cherry Blossom Perfume Gel so that I do not have to smell her eucalyptus smell and show her that her actions are not very welcome. I could already hear some coughing from a passenger from behind.
Guess what? The lady beside me, took her lotion to rub lots of it on her nostrils. As if she was rubbing Vicks.
After she was done moisturising (which should have been done at home anyway). She kept fidgeting with her phone, her hair her everything else. I HATE THIS KIND OF PEOPLE. Fidget, fidget, fidget. Super irritating. I used to get really affected by people like that. This time though, I just prayed and not get (so) affected.
When she was nearing her destination, she whipped out her lipstick to apply. Of course, my mum does this as well. I still cannot really do it in public though. The most public I would go is the public toilet to apply my lipstick.
When she was about to alight, instead of excuse me, she asked me, "are you going down as well?"
DUH!!
I just believe that certain should be done at home before leaving home and not done in a very public area. It is just like how I feel about cutting fingernails on the bus and or MRT.
Well, all these are my personal opinions. I am sure, there are people, who would read my blog, and still do the same thing.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Another bad dream on empty stomach
Forgot to blog about my bad dream early this morning. We finished mahjong at 1 plus in the morning. I was a little hungry but refused to eat as I think I am just going to grow fatter if I ate anymore.
Well, bad dream again. This time, I was trapped in this room with yellow walls and I was shouting and screaming at my soon to be ex-husband, asking him why we cannot get divorced. I kept screaming, "Why, why, why cannot?"
I felt real desperate and felt that I was trapped in the situation and could not get out of it. We were running from one room to another. All hade eithr yellow walls or yellow ceilings.
Of course, as with all bad dreams, I woke up feeling out of breath and feeling horrible.
I must go see a lawyer soon... .
Well, bad dream again. This time, I was trapped in this room with yellow walls and I was shouting and screaming at my soon to be ex-husband, asking him why we cannot get divorced. I kept screaming, "Why, why, why cannot?"
I felt real desperate and felt that I was trapped in the situation and could not get out of it. We were running from one room to another. All hade eithr yellow walls or yellow ceilings.
Of course, as with all bad dreams, I woke up feeling out of breath and feeling horrible.
I must go see a lawyer soon... .
Taking the MRT on the daily basis makes one angst-y and depressed
This is the conclusion I came up with after chatting with my cousin over dinner. She was just thinking out loud s to what meaning there is to life to have to squeeze and squash with tens of thousands of commuters,five days a week, then slogging for another 8 to 9 hours, working non-stop. She found that there is no meaning to all this.
This squishing and squashing with people makes one angst-y (I think I created this word myself) and all worked up, even before getting to work. Plus, sometimes, one cannot get onto a train immediately and have to wait for 2 or 3 more trains before boarding. "Leave the house earlier!", so you say, but it is not that easy.
What about beauty sleep and rest and those who have families to prepare breakfasts for? And the government is wondering why so many people are not married and so many people do not want to have babies. Sigh... .
This squishing and squashing with people makes one angst-y (I think I created this word myself) and all worked up, even before getting to work. Plus, sometimes, one cannot get onto a train immediately and have to wait for 2 or 3 more trains before boarding. "Leave the house earlier!", so you say, but it is not that easy.
What about beauty sleep and rest and those who have families to prepare breakfasts for? And the government is wondering why so many people are not married and so many people do not want to have babies. Sigh... .
How did I spend NDP?
NDP is short for National Day Parade. It WAS the Singapore's birthday yesterday. Unlike previous years, I chose to spend it at my aunt's place, playing mahjong :)
I was doing two things at a time: playing mahjong and watching Olympics and NDP at the same time. I did not really care about the performances etc, etc. It has become...routine...and lack-lustre.
Anyway, family time was more important and we had loads of it and loads of laughter too!
I was doing two things at a time: playing mahjong and watching Olympics and NDP at the same time. I did not really care about the performances etc, etc. It has become...routine...and lack-lustre.
Anyway, family time was more important and we had loads of it and loads of laughter too!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
I have been accepted!!!
The letter that I have been waiting for has arrived. I have been accepted! I will be starting my studies in early childhood in September!!
I was still worried about the acceptance as there was no news, no letter, whatsoever. Now, I can rest well.
Time to buy new stationery. Hee, hee, hee!! No, I will just buy a few nice notebooks to write notes in. Plus, I have another library to 'hide' for free!
I was still worried about the acceptance as there was no news, no letter, whatsoever. Now, I can rest well.
Time to buy new stationery. Hee, hee, hee!! No, I will just buy a few nice notebooks to write notes in. Plus, I have another library to 'hide' for free!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
What a jinx!!
My ex-housemate (ehm), her hubby and I went to Haji Lane after we have moved all my stuff back home that day. We took an MRT from Yishun area as we returned the van somewhere there. We were about one of two stops after Yishun when there was this announcement that said that the MRT service would be disrupted due to some faulty doors or something like that. Both me and my ehm laughed our heads off and playfully blamed it all on her husband.
We have long come to this conclusion that her husband brings about quite a lot of bad luck. He can be quite a jinx (and I mean it in a friendly way). When I first got to know him, I sprained my leg while climbing the Bukit Timah Hill when we went trekking. My car (when it was 2 weeks old) got scratched a little while he was sitting in it.
There was this other time (and this was told by my ehm to me) when my ehm and him were taking the MRT (again) and halfway through, the light that he was standing under flickered and went out. Not the other lights but just the one above him. Hahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then to top it all off, I had stomach upset and puked that night after we ate at that Egyptian restaurant at Haji Lane. The food there is really nice BUT I really don't think I will eat there again for a long time. Could he have jinxed it too? Hahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!
We have long come to this conclusion that her husband brings about quite a lot of bad luck. He can be quite a jinx (and I mean it in a friendly way). When I first got to know him, I sprained my leg while climbing the Bukit Timah Hill when we went trekking. My car (when it was 2 weeks old) got scratched a little while he was sitting in it.
There was this other time (and this was told by my ehm to me) when my ehm and him were taking the MRT (again) and halfway through, the light that he was standing under flickered and went out. Not the other lights but just the one above him. Hahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then to top it all off, I had stomach upset and puked that night after we ate at that Egyptian restaurant at Haji Lane. The food there is really nice BUT I really don't think I will eat there again for a long time. Could he have jinxed it too? Hahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!
My baby is hurt :(
Today was supposed to be a normal sort of happy day but when I went to my car, my baby, I was devastated. It had a big dent at the bumper. When I am late in waking up and do not have enough time to catch the bus, I drive to my work place and park at a private residential area. It is free and I thought, safe.
It is not. Luckily, I saw a note on my window screen. It was not signed but it told me that my car was knocked by a SULO rubbish truck that was reversing!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It happened at 1.05pm. SHIT!!!!
I thought it was just the bumper but when I went down to check with Dad just now, it was worse. My baby's boot cover got dented too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am way beyon pissed. Not only that. I am hoping that the insurance company can cover the costs too. If not, it would be crazy to pay for something that I did not do.
It is not. Luckily, I saw a note on my window screen. It was not signed but it told me that my car was knocked by a SULO rubbish truck that was reversing!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It happened at 1.05pm. SHIT!!!!
I thought it was just the bumper but when I went down to check with Dad just now, it was worse. My baby's boot cover got dented too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am way beyon pissed. Not only that. I am hoping that the insurance company can cover the costs too. If not, it would be crazy to pay for something that I did not do.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Boxing up memories
This would probably my last time going up to that place. That place which I called my matrimonial home for about a year or two. The three Shalom Movers boxes and the one luggage sat neatly at a corner, waiting for me to pick them up.
I showed my ex-housemate (ehm) and her hubby around. It would be his first, and last time anyway. I snapped some photos of the master bedroom, the master toilet, the curtains and so on. Pieces of furniture that I gave ideas to or chose. Corners I used to spend time at.
I did not feel anything then. It is only now, in retrospect, that I feel a kind of sad beauty about the whole process. Both of them helped me to pick out the unwanted stuff, throw them away and from 3 boxes, we scaled it down to 2. Good enough for me.
I took out my ROM frock and showed it to my ehm's hubby and I even took out the mass programme and recounted how my ehm's ex got angry with me just because she was spending time with me to prepare the mass booklets. Haha!! I also took out the white shirt that had been stained blue by my ex simply because he dumped whites and coloureds together for washing.
There are indeed lots of memories, but like the boxes, I am ready to close them up and move on with my life. When I do finally clear them, I will make sure that all that is left are happy memories and no bad ones. That will be part of my healing process.
I showed my ex-housemate (ehm) and her hubby around. It would be his first, and last time anyway. I snapped some photos of the master bedroom, the master toilet, the curtains and so on. Pieces of furniture that I gave ideas to or chose. Corners I used to spend time at.
I did not feel anything then. It is only now, in retrospect, that I feel a kind of sad beauty about the whole process. Both of them helped me to pick out the unwanted stuff, throw them away and from 3 boxes, we scaled it down to 2. Good enough for me.
I took out my ROM frock and showed it to my ehm's hubby and I even took out the mass programme and recounted how my ehm's ex got angry with me just because she was spending time with me to prepare the mass booklets. Haha!! I also took out the white shirt that had been stained blue by my ex simply because he dumped whites and coloureds together for washing.
There are indeed lots of memories, but like the boxes, I am ready to close them up and move on with my life. When I do finally clear them, I will make sure that all that is left are happy memories and no bad ones. That will be part of my healing process.
Wonderlust
Phoa!!!! Went to the NATAS fair today. There were lots of people but I guess we were considered early.
No, I am not going anywhere, although I wish I were. I was there to be Madame 8 (i.e. be a nosey parker). Got lots of information though, plus 2 free bags! Hee! Sounds a little cheapskate but this time around, that particular insurance company gave out pretty good bags.
Anyway, no harm in collecting information for next year. Even if I do not get to go anywhere in the end, I could put my research and homework aside for when I DO travel. I guess the idea that I will be going somewhere someday already makes me very happy :) Plus, I became a sort of mediator for my friends when they could not come to terms on things.
Conclusion of the fair? I think (and this is my personal pov) all the agents sell the same things at the same prices (with a difference of a few dollars). It is only how they market it to attract the consumers' attention.
There is no such things as cheap or cheaper fares. It is all the same. One will be better off buying air tix and booking accommodation via the Internet. Of course, by this I mean if you are going free and easy.
If you want to go to strange land that speaks any language that sounds alien to you and want that help from tour guides very much, then you might find more variety here at the fair.
Nevertheless, this IS a fair that allows tour agencies to have high visibilities and to sell their products. Just that today, my friends and I did not get what we want.
No, I am not going anywhere, although I wish I were. I was there to be Madame 8 (i.e. be a nosey parker). Got lots of information though, plus 2 free bags! Hee! Sounds a little cheapskate but this time around, that particular insurance company gave out pretty good bags.
Anyway, no harm in collecting information for next year. Even if I do not get to go anywhere in the end, I could put my research and homework aside for when I DO travel. I guess the idea that I will be going somewhere someday already makes me very happy :) Plus, I became a sort of mediator for my friends when they could not come to terms on things.
Conclusion of the fair? I think (and this is my personal pov) all the agents sell the same things at the same prices (with a difference of a few dollars). It is only how they market it to attract the consumers' attention.
There is no such things as cheap or cheaper fares. It is all the same. One will be better off buying air tix and booking accommodation via the Internet. Of course, by this I mean if you are going free and easy.
If you want to go to strange land that speaks any language that sounds alien to you and want that help from tour guides very much, then you might find more variety here at the fair.
Nevertheless, this IS a fair that allows tour agencies to have high visibilities and to sell their products. Just that today, my friends and I did not get what we want.
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