Hmm...after proclaiming publicly to be health-ier, I ate something not as healthy as I would like it to be: Korean chicken meat on sticks with rice. I think they called it chicken bulgogi set meal.
It is grilled and all but the thing is, there are little chunks of chicken skin on the stick and that makes it a little too fatty for my liking. Hee, actually, if it were pork, I really do not mind it at all. The fat is more solid and does not feel so squishy like those of chicken. Plus the fat of the pork adds to the texture of the meat itself.
Today though (as in Monday, since I am blogging this past 12 midnight), I thought I was going for the healthier chicken choice. Well, what can I say, not much difference! Guess what? As I am typing this, I just realised that I ate chicken rice twice today! Once at work and then for dinner!! Not that chicken is my all-time favourite, but I just happened to make this choice of food tonight (Monday). Mind you, if I can help it, I will not touch chicken wings. There is a story behind it but I shall save it for another day.
Anyhow, it was a satisfying meal though and ahem, I added a jumbo korean sausage to go with my dinner. The only thing I can console myself with is that nothing was deep fried.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
It is not a sin to be fat
Yesterday, I was at NTUC Unity Pharmacy buying Johnson's Baby oil. I was actually on the look out for pure Vitamin C tablets (not those with zinc). The ones with zinc give me lots of gas, a sign of a weak digestive system. I was just looking around when the typical sales auntie walks up to ask me whether I needed help. I told her, "It's ok, I am just looking around."
A very standard reply but a reply nonetheless. It actually means "do not disturb me". Why is it that they do not get it at all??!!!! Ten, twenty over years and they still do not know how to treat a customer right. No wonder they seem to be killing flies more than making sales fly!
What happened next just made me seeth with anger. I mean, I have met with such situations a million times at least but every time, it never fails to make me boil. I just take it as a personal attack and very poor social etiquette. She asked me, " Do you want to take a look at some slimming products?"
How forthrightly insinuating can it get?? I was fuming and had wanted to put down the other products that I had chosen and was about to purchase, but I took three deep breaths and walked myself to the cashier. No point stooping down to that person's level. Well, at least she did not come outright to say that I have a very big tummy or that I had lots of blackheads, all of which happened during my whole lifespan.
I am not slim and far from skinny. However, I have lost quite a bit and am proud of who I am now. Although I am not at my ideal shape yet, I would like to be very positive about myself (which I am). I suppose that lady would not know all that information and she thought that she was giving me a big hand in suggesting that I go on diet.
I think I am a much smarter shopper than that. Slimming products can help momentarily but it does not last forever. One needs to exercise and change one's eating habits to healthier choices in order to maintain the figure.
For years now, these so-called promoters lack the tact and the very technique of capturing the heart of the customers. It's funny how pushy they are. Somebody should tell them to go learn some basic psychology or like I might have said somewhere before, go Taiwan. They have got superb customer service etiquette.
That said, I must tell you what I am doing now to change my eating habits. I am choosing more soupy stuff to eat, such as yong tau foo; ban mian; fish soup with bee hoon and so on. I also try to eat more greens and drink lots of water. Hee, as for the exercise bit, I must admit that I have been lagging a little, but at least I walk from my home to the MRT station. That is already a good 5-7 minutes. Plus changing MRT lines from the red line to the yellow line also requires some walking. Those are the minimal that I get right now. Will be factoring in more exercise regime soon.
A very standard reply but a reply nonetheless. It actually means "do not disturb me". Why is it that they do not get it at all??!!!! Ten, twenty over years and they still do not know how to treat a customer right. No wonder they seem to be killing flies more than making sales fly!
What happened next just made me seeth with anger. I mean, I have met with such situations a million times at least but every time, it never fails to make me boil. I just take it as a personal attack and very poor social etiquette. She asked me, " Do you want to take a look at some slimming products?"
How forthrightly insinuating can it get?? I was fuming and had wanted to put down the other products that I had chosen and was about to purchase, but I took three deep breaths and walked myself to the cashier. No point stooping down to that person's level. Well, at least she did not come outright to say that I have a very big tummy or that I had lots of blackheads, all of which happened during my whole lifespan.
I am not slim and far from skinny. However, I have lost quite a bit and am proud of who I am now. Although I am not at my ideal shape yet, I would like to be very positive about myself (which I am). I suppose that lady would not know all that information and she thought that she was giving me a big hand in suggesting that I go on diet.
I think I am a much smarter shopper than that. Slimming products can help momentarily but it does not last forever. One needs to exercise and change one's eating habits to healthier choices in order to maintain the figure.
For years now, these so-called promoters lack the tact and the very technique of capturing the heart of the customers. It's funny how pushy they are. Somebody should tell them to go learn some basic psychology or like I might have said somewhere before, go Taiwan. They have got superb customer service etiquette.
That said, I must tell you what I am doing now to change my eating habits. I am choosing more soupy stuff to eat, such as yong tau foo; ban mian; fish soup with bee hoon and so on. I also try to eat more greens and drink lots of water. Hee, as for the exercise bit, I must admit that I have been lagging a little, but at least I walk from my home to the MRT station. That is already a good 5-7 minutes. Plus changing MRT lines from the red line to the yellow line also requires some walking. Those are the minimal that I get right now. Will be factoring in more exercise regime soon.
Flash flood
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Box it up
Usually, one sms, one call from the friend, I would put everything down and join the friend in whatever the friend has suggested we do. Today, I am tired. Physically and mentally tired.
The friend had asked to meet for lunch, but I actually turned the friend down. I woke up real early today to get to work by 7am and I needed to come home to take my cough medicine. You see, I was supposed to be on M.C for the last two days but I really did not care to stay home. There was a lack of staff and if I did take anymore M.Cs, I would be inviting unwanted gossip.
Was feeling a little down after that, not quite sure whether it was the medicine or my own feelings. Anyway, I just feel that I am slowly mentally sifting out the emotional lovey-dovey parts from the friendship parts and putting the former into a box to be stored away in one part of my memory forever. Until such a time that I need it, then I will bring it out again, on condition that it will not be painful to myself.
I am on my way to closure. I can almost hear the sad violin playing in the background, but I refuse to be sad and I refuse to mope. I will walk with a smile to embrace a new chapter in my life, slowly but surely. Things will be different. The friend will not know, but at least I know that I will be better, soon.
The friend had asked to meet for lunch, but I actually turned the friend down. I woke up real early today to get to work by 7am and I needed to come home to take my cough medicine. You see, I was supposed to be on M.C for the last two days but I really did not care to stay home. There was a lack of staff and if I did take anymore M.Cs, I would be inviting unwanted gossip.
Was feeling a little down after that, not quite sure whether it was the medicine or my own feelings. Anyway, I just feel that I am slowly mentally sifting out the emotional lovey-dovey parts from the friendship parts and putting the former into a box to be stored away in one part of my memory forever. Until such a time that I need it, then I will bring it out again, on condition that it will not be painful to myself.
I am on my way to closure. I can almost hear the sad violin playing in the background, but I refuse to be sad and I refuse to mope. I will walk with a smile to embrace a new chapter in my life, slowly but surely. Things will be different. The friend will not know, but at least I know that I will be better, soon.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Car-less
I am now not so sorry that my Dad had sold our family car away. With flash floods like those that are quite common just now in Singapore, I am glad we did not have to deal with soaking wet cars that had to be towed away and overhauled.
I think deep down, it still hurts me a little that we do not have a car now but I would like to have a noble way of thinking that we are doing our part in saving the earth.
In a way, we are creatures of habit and once I got used to walking to and from the bus interchange and taking alternative transport, it really did not matter much anymore.
I think deep down, it still hurts me a little that we do not have a car now but I would like to have a noble way of thinking that we are doing our part in saving the earth.
In a way, we are creatures of habit and once I got used to walking to and from the bus interchange and taking alternative transport, it really did not matter much anymore.
Nosey business
I have been having a bad case of post nasal drip cum infection for the last week or so. My left nose had been semi-permanently blocked. I have been roughing it out as I know that if I went to the Doc's, he would simply prescribe me with the same old antibiotics that would cure me for a while but then, I will be back to square one in no time.
Instead, I chose to queue up for an appointment to see the Chinese doctor (Traditional Chinese Medicine or TCM in short) instead. I really believe that it is time my immune system faced up to its challenge to fight all those infections. The price for all these ra-ra talk and thoughts? Whopping cough ever so often throughout the day. I am coughing so bad that my stomach hurts and I have to remember to remind myself to squeeze my kegel muscles so that I would not be peeing like a helpless baby. I sometimes have to rush to the toilet as my lung, nose, ears whatsoever are so filled with mucus that I had to throw it all up.
Sorry, grotesque I know but I somehow I feel that writing about it will make me heal faster. Haha!
How do I avoid embarrassment in public? I use the story book that I am reading to block my whole face while I coughed away. I know, I should use a mask. Now, where did I put it...?
Wish me luck, my appointment with the TCM doc is tomorrow evening. With much luck, I would heal soon and 'tune' my body till it's able to withstand all sorts.
Instead, I chose to queue up for an appointment to see the Chinese doctor (Traditional Chinese Medicine or TCM in short) instead. I really believe that it is time my immune system faced up to its challenge to fight all those infections. The price for all these ra-ra talk and thoughts? Whopping cough ever so often throughout the day. I am coughing so bad that my stomach hurts and I have to remember to remind myself to squeeze my kegel muscles so that I would not be peeing like a helpless baby. I sometimes have to rush to the toilet as my lung, nose, ears whatsoever are so filled with mucus that I had to throw it all up.
Sorry, grotesque I know but I somehow I feel that writing about it will make me heal faster. Haha!
How do I avoid embarrassment in public? I use the story book that I am reading to block my whole face while I coughed away. I know, I should use a mask. Now, where did I put it...?
Wish me luck, my appointment with the TCM doc is tomorrow evening. With much luck, I would heal soon and 'tune' my body till it's able to withstand all sorts.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
P.S.
The Night Festival posts will be up soon, just as soon as I get the energy to upload the photos. I am not very bright with technology/ geek stuff and blogging and going on the Net is about the only cool thing I am good at (not really). But anything geeky scars me and I approach it with much apprehension. Give me some time to upload and I can tell you about the fun things that went on that night.
Waxing (not so) lyrical
Well, it has been a horrible weekend. I can say that my so-called love life is in the doldrums and will be headed for doom soon, just as soon as I am able to accept and create closure for myself. I need to move on. I don't mean to mope here, but I need to type it out in order to tell myself to execute it.
First step to healing my heart was to try the wax strips that I bought from the pharmacy. I once tried these in my Uni days and I suppose I did not know how to do it very well, either that or the product itself was not so good yet. I did not succeed in removing much hair and got my toilet all yucky after that. I stopped using those like, forever.
For the past two or three years, I have been going to "Strip, the Ministry of Wax" to have my fix of grooming. Looks like I would have to stop that soon too as my package is going to be used up soon and I do not intend to continue going to them. For one, I will need lots of Vitamin M and for seconds, they like to 'sell' you stuff: if it is not this cream, it will be IPL treatment, that treatment, something or other.
I do not blame them though. This is how the general environment of their industry works. Plus they earn commission like that. Only thing for a softy like me is to have to prep myself on how to say "No" every time before I go for a session. I could almost memorise and predict what they are going to ask and/or tell me.
It is even contradictory. One of them told me that because I wax, that I would get in-grown hair easily and that I should try IPL instead. Funny? Wasn't their business all about waxing? Why were they slapping their own 'faces'? I suppose this is what I had learned in my hotel course as "up-selling".
I also do not dare to request for a regular therapist for fear that if I stuck to one, I would get too emotional and attached and would be more inclined to say "yes" to any suggestions whatsoever for treatments that she gives. I am sorry, if you are a therapist and is reading this but I really would like to be more prudent in my spending, you know. Plus I am just like that. I judge whether I would go back to a hairdresser by how over chatty he or she is. If he or she tries to sell me everything under the sun in their shop, it would be the first and last time that I would go there.
Anyway, I tried the brand "Nair" and it turned out pretty good! All those trips to the waxing salon also taught me a thing or two about waxing myself. There was also a nice strawberry taste to it, which was yummy. There is also glitter on the wax, which made it all the more fun!
There, I think I will be able to manage on my own and be able to save tons of money from now. Plus, I do not need to make an appointment or wait for any particular day to go. I can do it in the comfort of my own home :)
p/s: I am not going to tell you which areas I wax, OK! Hahahaha!
First step to healing my heart was to try the wax strips that I bought from the pharmacy. I once tried these in my Uni days and I suppose I did not know how to do it very well, either that or the product itself was not so good yet. I did not succeed in removing much hair and got my toilet all yucky after that. I stopped using those like, forever.
For the past two or three years, I have been going to "Strip, the Ministry of Wax" to have my fix of grooming. Looks like I would have to stop that soon too as my package is going to be used up soon and I do not intend to continue going to them. For one, I will need lots of Vitamin M and for seconds, they like to 'sell' you stuff: if it is not this cream, it will be IPL treatment, that treatment, something or other.
I do not blame them though. This is how the general environment of their industry works. Plus they earn commission like that. Only thing for a softy like me is to have to prep myself on how to say "No" every time before I go for a session. I could almost memorise and predict what they are going to ask and/or tell me.
It is even contradictory. One of them told me that because I wax, that I would get in-grown hair easily and that I should try IPL instead. Funny? Wasn't their business all about waxing? Why were they slapping their own 'faces'? I suppose this is what I had learned in my hotel course as "up-selling".
I also do not dare to request for a regular therapist for fear that if I stuck to one, I would get too emotional and attached and would be more inclined to say "yes" to any suggestions whatsoever for treatments that she gives. I am sorry, if you are a therapist and is reading this but I really would like to be more prudent in my spending, you know. Plus I am just like that. I judge whether I would go back to a hairdresser by how over chatty he or she is. If he or she tries to sell me everything under the sun in their shop, it would be the first and last time that I would go there.
Anyway, I tried the brand "Nair" and it turned out pretty good! All those trips to the waxing salon also taught me a thing or two about waxing myself. There was also a nice strawberry taste to it, which was yummy. There is also glitter on the wax, which made it all the more fun!
There, I think I will be able to manage on my own and be able to save tons of money from now. Plus, I do not need to make an appointment or wait for any particular day to go. I can do it in the comfort of my own home :)
p/s: I am not going to tell you which areas I wax, OK! Hahahaha!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Eavesdropping
Nothing much happened today, except that I walked to SingPost centre to have my lunch as the cook cooked something that I used to like but now, am quite frankly sick of: it's fried ee fu noodles.
It was hot like hell on my way there and back and I felt like a barbecued turkey after that. I ate yong tau fu (my choice of food nowadays, as it is not too oily). What was interesting were the two guys sitting one seat away from me on a long table. I think one of them is a doctor for he could not stop talking about cancer, good cells, bad cells and so on. Really. Quite tasteless to be talking about illnesses and diseases when one is eating. Didn't their mums and dads teach them?
Every sentence had the word "cancer" in it and this doctor guy (I presume that he is) seems to want the whole world to hear what he was saying. He told his friend (whom I think is doing his Masters of sorts, as he mentioned about "finishing the thesis") that he should try "virgin coconut oil" or was it "extra virgin coconut oil". It was as if doctor guy was trying to create the next new buzz word and/or buzz product by word of mouth.
Frankly, I found it very tasteless and an uncool thing to do. Besides, just because the virgin olive oil is getting so much limelight, now all sorts of oils must be virgins?? Oh well, according to him, this extra virgin coconut oil is supposed to be good for the health (Ha!) I just say, everything in moderation.
OK, OK, so I was eavesdropping but they were not exactly very discreet with their conversation either. In actual fact, their voice volumes were bordering on rudeness and inconsideration. Well, the only excuse for them I can think of is that the food court was full of people and was rather noisy. Either that or one of them could be hard of hearing.
After lunch, I trotted off to my favourite de-stressing place: Popular Bookshop and bought myself some stationery necessities. As I exited the entrance of the building, I remembered seeing some handphone cases that I needed so badly. Mine was the faux leather casing type with a magnetic clasp that will flip open. The stuff in the casing that was supposed to hold my handphone has come to bits and was barely clinging on to my phone. My phone had slipped out of it's own casing and the casing had defeated its purpose in protecting my phone. Get it?
Long and short of it is that I needed to change the handphone cover. I had searched my whole neighbourhood, which is one of the most famous heartland neighbourhood shopping area in Singapore and yet, I could not find a case and/or one that was nice enough for me to want.
Today, I tried my luck. Like I said, I was exiting the building and stopped by at the store. After some queries from store owner and some recommendations later, I took an orangey-red 'condom' cover for my handphone. No more flips and flaps and no more bulky cases. This one just slips on nicely over the the phone and hugs it snugly. Sure, it does not protect the screen of the phone but then, I already have a protective sheet over it.
I'm a happy girl now! It's not as orange as I want it to be but I am still a happy girl nevertheless! :)
It was hot like hell on my way there and back and I felt like a barbecued turkey after that. I ate yong tau fu (my choice of food nowadays, as it is not too oily). What was interesting were the two guys sitting one seat away from me on a long table. I think one of them is a doctor for he could not stop talking about cancer, good cells, bad cells and so on. Really. Quite tasteless to be talking about illnesses and diseases when one is eating. Didn't their mums and dads teach them?
Every sentence had the word "cancer" in it and this doctor guy (I presume that he is) seems to want the whole world to hear what he was saying. He told his friend (whom I think is doing his Masters of sorts, as he mentioned about "finishing the thesis") that he should try "virgin coconut oil" or was it "extra virgin coconut oil". It was as if doctor guy was trying to create the next new buzz word and/or buzz product by word of mouth.
Frankly, I found it very tasteless and an uncool thing to do. Besides, just because the virgin olive oil is getting so much limelight, now all sorts of oils must be virgins?? Oh well, according to him, this extra virgin coconut oil is supposed to be good for the health (Ha!) I just say, everything in moderation.
OK, OK, so I was eavesdropping but they were not exactly very discreet with their conversation either. In actual fact, their voice volumes were bordering on rudeness and inconsideration. Well, the only excuse for them I can think of is that the food court was full of people and was rather noisy. Either that or one of them could be hard of hearing.
After lunch, I trotted off to my favourite de-stressing place: Popular Bookshop and bought myself some stationery necessities. As I exited the entrance of the building, I remembered seeing some handphone cases that I needed so badly. Mine was the faux leather casing type with a magnetic clasp that will flip open. The stuff in the casing that was supposed to hold my handphone has come to bits and was barely clinging on to my phone. My phone had slipped out of it's own casing and the casing had defeated its purpose in protecting my phone. Get it?
Long and short of it is that I needed to change the handphone cover. I had searched my whole neighbourhood, which is one of the most famous heartland neighbourhood shopping area in Singapore and yet, I could not find a case and/or one that was nice enough for me to want.
Today, I tried my luck. Like I said, I was exiting the building and stopped by at the store. After some queries from store owner and some recommendations later, I took an orangey-red 'condom' cover for my handphone. No more flips and flaps and no more bulky cases. This one just slips on nicely over the the phone and hugs it snugly. Sure, it does not protect the screen of the phone but then, I already have a protective sheet over it.
I'm a happy girl now! It's not as orange as I want it to be but I am still a happy girl nevertheless! :)
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Hunger and lust
Hmm! I know what you must be thinking when you see this title of my post. well, it is a little play on the words and you shall find out why shortly, like, right after reading this.
Today, I was really hungry as I was doing closing shift and swore myself into not buying any titbits. That way, I can watch my weight, a little. I finally decided to go to Olive Fusion at the food court of Raffles City (Level 3) after work. I think I mentioned in one of the posts that I had a crush on the Chinese chef. He has slit eyes like mine. :p
That was the "hunger" part of my story. Of course, to add lust to the "hunger" part, it would be that he added a little more spaghetti for me. No! Yes, he did! I saw him add that wee bit more as he was finishing up with the cooking of my dish. It made me feel special even though his intention may purely be due to the fact that I am such a regular. Somehow, I was conjuring up a lot of images in my mind :P
By the way, even though there are many choices on the menu, I somehow always end up with spaghetti pesto. There are more than one Olive Fusion outlets in food courts and I first started out with the Bugis outlet. Seriously though, I prefer the Raffles City one as he cooks to my liking. The pesto is not too wet and oily, just coating the pasta and giving it a fragrant, nutty and herb-y taste. The Bugis chef however, makes it too wet and soggy and there was once, he put so much garlic and did not cook it too well that I was tearing throughout my meal!! I was a walking garlic bomb after that.
This Raffles City chef though, does everything perfectly. Plus point of course, is that I like watching him cook. Sigh...what is with me and chefs? Is it because of their chef's uniform (as opposed to policemen in their uniforms)?
No, actually the object of my lust is not the man/chef. It was a pair of Clarks Sports shoes, several to be exact. I am planning for my trip to the Netherlands, right? While I have a pair of beautiful Doc Marts' mary janes, I am just worried that the weight of the shoe itself would give me sore feet for the whole of my journey. The other thing is that I would have to find suitable socks to go with it. Most of my socks collections are ankle high ones (or does one call it sockettes?). I would really have to look into how I can save on this area.
I kept finding one beautiful shoe after another and I kept trying them on to see how it would look on my small little feet, how comfortable it would feel and whether I was able to walk long distances in them. The touch of the leather and the comfort of the insoles, they were enough to make me erm...high. Hee! But of course, I needed to control myself. I have promised myself not to buy any clothings, shoes whatsoever and it's mid-month and I have bought nothing! I shall have to keep to that promise.
Today, I was really hungry as I was doing closing shift and swore myself into not buying any titbits. That way, I can watch my weight, a little. I finally decided to go to Olive Fusion at the food court of Raffles City (Level 3) after work. I think I mentioned in one of the posts that I had a crush on the Chinese chef. He has slit eyes like mine. :p
That was the "hunger" part of my story. Of course, to add lust to the "hunger" part, it would be that he added a little more spaghetti for me. No! Yes, he did! I saw him add that wee bit more as he was finishing up with the cooking of my dish. It made me feel special even though his intention may purely be due to the fact that I am such a regular. Somehow, I was conjuring up a lot of images in my mind :P
By the way, even though there are many choices on the menu, I somehow always end up with spaghetti pesto. There are more than one Olive Fusion outlets in food courts and I first started out with the Bugis outlet. Seriously though, I prefer the Raffles City one as he cooks to my liking. The pesto is not too wet and oily, just coating the pasta and giving it a fragrant, nutty and herb-y taste. The Bugis chef however, makes it too wet and soggy and there was once, he put so much garlic and did not cook it too well that I was tearing throughout my meal!! I was a walking garlic bomb after that.
This Raffles City chef though, does everything perfectly. Plus point of course, is that I like watching him cook. Sigh...what is with me and chefs? Is it because of their chef's uniform (as opposed to policemen in their uniforms)?
No, actually the object of my lust is not the man/chef. It was a pair of Clarks Sports shoes, several to be exact. I am planning for my trip to the Netherlands, right? While I have a pair of beautiful Doc Marts' mary janes, I am just worried that the weight of the shoe itself would give me sore feet for the whole of my journey. The other thing is that I would have to find suitable socks to go with it. Most of my socks collections are ankle high ones (or does one call it sockettes?). I would really have to look into how I can save on this area.
I kept finding one beautiful shoe after another and I kept trying them on to see how it would look on my small little feet, how comfortable it would feel and whether I was able to walk long distances in them. The touch of the leather and the comfort of the insoles, they were enough to make me erm...high. Hee! But of course, I needed to control myself. I have promised myself not to buy any clothings, shoes whatsoever and it's mid-month and I have bought nothing! I shall have to keep to that promise.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Mondays
Today, like any other Monday, was a rather sucky, tiring day. It was my turn to do the opening shift again. It is the day that nobody really wants to do the opening shift, least of all, me. I have to sleep earlier on Sunday just to ensure that I wake up on time to catch the 6.20am train to work. Being a night owl, that did not suit me at all.
I often ended up having to take a cab to work, but I have learned that taking cabs is an expensive affair and so, the only way to solve the problem is to wake up earlier! It is painful. I have tried leaving my table lamp on, keeping my radio on and lifting up my curtains a little more just so that the brightness from the sky would wake me up faster, but all of no use as I still often oversleep and have to end up rushing.
The only consolation is that I have a few hours to unwind before I get to my night classes. Today, armed with my fresh supply of books from yesterday, I ate a sandwich with fries from this Bratwurst Shop at Plaza Singapura (yes, there again coz I wanted to print out photos instantly and that was the only place I could think of where there was one). Of course I know of other places but it would be too far for me to go before my lessons.
Anyhow, it was a grumpy, coughy Monday, but I shall not complain. The less negativity, the better.
I often ended up having to take a cab to work, but I have learned that taking cabs is an expensive affair and so, the only way to solve the problem is to wake up earlier! It is painful. I have tried leaving my table lamp on, keeping my radio on and lifting up my curtains a little more just so that the brightness from the sky would wake me up faster, but all of no use as I still often oversleep and have to end up rushing.
The only consolation is that I have a few hours to unwind before I get to my night classes. Today, armed with my fresh supply of books from yesterday, I ate a sandwich with fries from this Bratwurst Shop at Plaza Singapura (yes, there again coz I wanted to print out photos instantly and that was the only place I could think of where there was one). Of course I know of other places but it would be too far for me to go before my lessons.
Anyhow, it was a grumpy, coughy Monday, but I shall not complain. The less negativity, the better.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Orange
Some may think I am faddish by supporting the Dutch in this World Cup. Doesn't mean I have friend who has gone to stay in the Netherlands that I should support blindly, right? Wrong.
OK, so what if I did choose the Dutch team because my friend kept posting up fantastic pictures of everyone wearing orange? So what if I chose to support this team mainly because their team is called Oranje (Orange) and wears orange and wreaks orange? I simply love the colour orange.
Matter of the fact is, they already managed to prove themselves by playing their way to the finals. That in itself is reason enough for me to support them. Anyway, I always preferred to support the underdogs. I was going to tell you an example of a boy band that I used to like, but that would then reveal my age and/or the era that I come from. Therefore I shall refrain from doing so.
Whether or not the Dutch will when tomorrow, I will still be wearing my orange dress from Uniqlo and bring my orange stockings to change into after work (also from Uniqlo) to show my support. Hahaha! For in the end, even if they do not come in first, they are still runner-up, silver medalists, all!
p/s: did you notice the clock on my blog? I did not choose an intersection of an orange without much reasoning :)
OK, so what if I did choose the Dutch team because my friend kept posting up fantastic pictures of everyone wearing orange? So what if I chose to support this team mainly because their team is called Oranje (Orange) and wears orange and wreaks orange? I simply love the colour orange.
Matter of the fact is, they already managed to prove themselves by playing their way to the finals. That in itself is reason enough for me to support them. Anyway, I always preferred to support the underdogs. I was going to tell you an example of a boy band that I used to like, but that would then reveal my age and/or the era that I come from. Therefore I shall refrain from doing so.
Whether or not the Dutch will when tomorrow, I will still be wearing my orange dress from Uniqlo and bring my orange stockings to change into after work (also from Uniqlo) to show my support. Hahaha! For in the end, even if they do not come in first, they are still runner-up, silver medalists, all!
p/s: did you notice the clock on my blog? I did not choose an intersection of an orange without much reasoning :)
Correction (hopefully the last) and updates
Don't need to wait for Monday to unravel the mystery about Sunny Bookshop. Indeed, I was right the first time round. They are NO LONGER at Far East Plaza.
I could not wait till tomorrow to get fresh supplies of story books and thought I would go to EMF (another secondhand bookshop) at Plaza Singapura. When I reached the 6th floor, surprise, surprise!!! I see those big familiar words with that screw driver on the letter "S": Sunny Bookshop. EMF is gone, for good!
I plunged into the sea of books and started looking and searching. It is still quite messy, not the sort of organisation I am used to while working in the library, but this would suffice as I satisfied my hunger for books and pleasurable reading.
Halfway through searching, a local celebrity of the theatrical kind even popped by to look for a certain book! It was Karen Tan and I do so admire her works as an actor with the theatre. She could not find what she wanted but thanked the staff and told her not to worry if she could not find the book, as she simply just loves the feel of a secondhand bookshop. How nice, so do I!
At first, I only took 3 books but the girl told me that if I took one more, my loan period would be extended to two and a half months per book! What a bonus! Finally, not one to miss out on such great opportunity, I lugged 4 books around town with me.
The old shop was indeed on Level 3 (so my memory did not fail me)and the present shop at Plaza Singapura, Level 6 is the only store they have, i.e. they have shifted there permanently. Bliss for me still, as it is still not too far away from home.
I could not wait till tomorrow to get fresh supplies of story books and thought I would go to EMF (another secondhand bookshop) at Plaza Singapura. When I reached the 6th floor, surprise, surprise!!! I see those big familiar words with that screw driver on the letter "S": Sunny Bookshop. EMF is gone, for good!
I plunged into the sea of books and started looking and searching. It is still quite messy, not the sort of organisation I am used to while working in the library, but this would suffice as I satisfied my hunger for books and pleasurable reading.
Halfway through searching, a local celebrity of the theatrical kind even popped by to look for a certain book! It was Karen Tan and I do so admire her works as an actor with the theatre. She could not find what she wanted but thanked the staff and told her not to worry if she could not find the book, as she simply just loves the feel of a secondhand bookshop. How nice, so do I!
At first, I only took 3 books but the girl told me that if I took one more, my loan period would be extended to two and a half months per book! What a bonus! Finally, not one to miss out on such great opportunity, I lugged 4 books around town with me.
The old shop was indeed on Level 3 (so my memory did not fail me)and the present shop at Plaza Singapura, Level 6 is the only store they have, i.e. they have shifted there permanently. Bliss for me still, as it is still not too far away from home.
The Night Festival
The Night Festival is coming again. This coming weekend to be exact. Without making much effort, I have unknowingly gone for this festival every year. Every year too, I have gone on the festival with the friend.
However, this year, I may want to do it alone for a change. Sometimes I feel that going to the museum requires a lot of patience. Not that I have much but I think I have a little bit more than the friend.
Besides, this year, I may want to stay till the end of the show, past midnight. Should be quite spectacular. It is true, I may not have anyone to share the whole experience with, but then again, I have never experienced going to the festival alone! Hee, we'll see how it goes.
However, this year, I may want to do it alone for a change. Sometimes I feel that going to the museum requires a lot of patience. Not that I have much but I think I have a little bit more than the friend.
Besides, this year, I may want to stay till the end of the show, past midnight. Should be quite spectacular. It is true, I may not have anyone to share the whole experience with, but then again, I have never experienced going to the festival alone! Hee, we'll see how it goes.
Plans and virtual food become reality
Saturday had been one hell of a day. From the word go, there was no stopping. I had to go back to work to help out with an event and afterwards, I met up with my friend to discuss our trip to the Netherlands/ Europe.
I did not realise that the booking of a hotel could be stressful. We actually spent a whole afternoon doing bookings for just 2 places and then, we still had to settle our Eurail pass. By then, I was all google-eyed and had to shout, "Stop!"
Actually, amidst all this excitement, I am also a bit worried as my practicum for my course may be delayed and it may not end exactly in September itself. I am taking a little gamble though and praying very hard that my practicum supervisor will allow me to choose a favourable day before I go off.
By the time we finished everything, it was almost 8 o'clock. Way too late for dinner. As my friend and I were Cafe World fans, we decided to go to Marche at 313@Orchard to eat real food that we usually simply just cook in the virtual world of Cafe World!
Hehe...we had seafood paella and pizza. I almost wanted to get spaghetti bolognaise but had to stop myself. We ate a slow dinner, chatting and laughing as we went along. The food was yum!! Hmm...this game, I better beware of it. If I am not careful, I will be putting on lots of weight by wanting to turn what is virtual into a reality!
I did not realise that the booking of a hotel could be stressful. We actually spent a whole afternoon doing bookings for just 2 places and then, we still had to settle our Eurail pass. By then, I was all google-eyed and had to shout, "Stop!"
Actually, amidst all this excitement, I am also a bit worried as my practicum for my course may be delayed and it may not end exactly in September itself. I am taking a little gamble though and praying very hard that my practicum supervisor will allow me to choose a favourable day before I go off.
By the time we finished everything, it was almost 8 o'clock. Way too late for dinner. As my friend and I were Cafe World fans, we decided to go to Marche at 313@Orchard to eat real food that we usually simply just cook in the virtual world of Cafe World!
Hehe...we had seafood paella and pizza. I almost wanted to get spaghetti bolognaise but had to stop myself. We ate a slow dinner, chatting and laughing as we went along. The food was yum!! Hmm...this game, I better beware of it. If I am not careful, I will be putting on lots of weight by wanting to turn what is virtual into a reality!
Correction, correction
Sigh...I am so blur. Age must be catching up with me. A quick check with my friend today confirmed that Sunny Bookshop (as mentioned in my previous posting) is still 'alive and well' and so I was wrong in saying that it no longer exists.
Strange then, that I did not see the name on the directory listing of the shopping centre (still scratching my head figuratively). I must go find out myself this coming Monday.
My friend told me that it is actually on Level 2 of Far East. Now why did keep thinking that it was Level 3? The most amazing part is that I vaguely remember myself getting 'lost' the same way when I was a lot younger. I kept thinking that it was at Level 3. Oh wait, I am confused. I thought the escalator from the bus stop did bring me straight to Level 2 (and not 3).
Anyhow, do wait for my update on Monday when I am able to sort myself out. Not before going to exchange for more books to read though :)
Strange then, that I did not see the name on the directory listing of the shopping centre (still scratching my head figuratively). I must go find out myself this coming Monday.
My friend told me that it is actually on Level 2 of Far East. Now why did keep thinking that it was Level 3? The most amazing part is that I vaguely remember myself getting 'lost' the same way when I was a lot younger. I kept thinking that it was at Level 3. Oh wait, I am confused. I thought the escalator from the bus stop did bring me straight to Level 2 (and not 3).
Anyhow, do wait for my update on Monday when I am able to sort myself out. Not before going to exchange for more books to read though :)
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Closure
Met up with an 'old' friend from Uni days yesterday (Friday). We were for some parts of our lives, 'detached' from each other as she set up her own family and had a successful career. Things have changed a bit but we got connected again through Facebook.
There was another friend, Let's call her "friend A", whom we were very close to but till now, I still refused to accept in Facebook. Maybe it is because I could see what sort of person she is and remembered the not-so-nice things that she did to me during Uni days or maybe, part of me just did not want to tell her that I am a divorcee. That would be admitting that she is better off than me...in a certain way. Don't get me wrong though. It is not that I dislike this status but with friends who like to compare, I just wished to keep a safe distance. I would rather not go there.
Anyway, this 'old' friend that I met up, told me that Friend A had news for me that this person that I used to be seeing during my Uni days, has died. He died quite some years back now.
I was not surprised. I already kind of knew that he was no longer in this world but someone telling me in my face became a formal closure for me. I told my 'old' friend that I was OK and that I was not affected (much), but that night when I came home, I did not really sleep well. No, I did not cry. I think I was past that for this one was a relationship that was never going to work out and I have let go a long time ago. It was just that from time to time, I used to wonder where he was and what he was doing and whether or not I could find him on Facebook.
That night, I reminisced about us back in those days. Those were bittersweet memories that will now have to be packed neatly and kept in a box somewhere, to be stored inside a corner of my heart.
Rest in peace, Y.S.C.
There was another friend, Let's call her "friend A", whom we were very close to but till now, I still refused to accept in Facebook. Maybe it is because I could see what sort of person she is and remembered the not-so-nice things that she did to me during Uni days or maybe, part of me just did not want to tell her that I am a divorcee. That would be admitting that she is better off than me...in a certain way. Don't get me wrong though. It is not that I dislike this status but with friends who like to compare, I just wished to keep a safe distance. I would rather not go there.
Anyway, this 'old' friend that I met up, told me that Friend A had news for me that this person that I used to be seeing during my Uni days, has died. He died quite some years back now.
I was not surprised. I already kind of knew that he was no longer in this world but someone telling me in my face became a formal closure for me. I told my 'old' friend that I was OK and that I was not affected (much), but that night when I came home, I did not really sleep well. No, I did not cry. I think I was past that for this one was a relationship that was never going to work out and I have let go a long time ago. It was just that from time to time, I used to wonder where he was and what he was doing and whether or not I could find him on Facebook.
That night, I reminisced about us back in those days. Those were bittersweet memories that will now have to be packed neatly and kept in a box somewhere, to be stored inside a corner of my heart.
Rest in peace, Y.S.C.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Bookworm
Just this Monday, I was off work early, doing the opening shift and all. I had just finished one storybook which I had bought from Books Kinokuniya quite some time back and was craving for another.Reading was another way of keeping myself busy and off the shopping malls. It was an economical yet good old fashion way to pass time, without being too useless at all.
I am a slow reader and borrowing books from public libraries never really did work for me. I would be too stressed up about the due date to be able to enjoy the book completely and in the end, I would still be late in returning them anyway.
My bus takes me through Orchard Road and the nearest bookshop I could think of was Prologue at ION@Orchard. Then I had a better idea! Recently, I had thought I saw Sunny Bookshop still in business at Far East Plaza and I quickly rang the bell and hopped off. Sunny is a second-hand bookshop that was tres popular during my school days. You bought a book at one price and if you returned it on time, you would get back a certain amount which was lower than that of what you paid for. The difference was that the due date was like a month or so and that did not sound so bad to me. I know, strange isn't it? 3 weeks is not OK but 4 weeks is fine. Maybe it has got to do with the fact that if I did not return a book from a second-hand book store in time, I could still keep it for myself.
I was wrong about Sunny though, for it was no longer there. Luckily, there were two other second-hand bookstores for me to peer into and the first one did not look at all appealing. The collection was in a bit of a mess and there did not seem to be much selection and variety to begin with. I decided to consult the directory and found ANA Book Store on Level 5.
The arrangement of the collections were still quite messy but at least this fella had the popular authors and books displayed upfront, which was so much easier. I did not have too much cash with me at that time though and was too lazy to go all the way back down to the basement to get money. I was also running a little short of time and there was still dinner to settle.
I think sometimes with books, it is also fate. I picked out this unassuming book called Hunting and Gathering by Anna Gavalda. Amazingly, this was a French translated book and little did I realise that it was filmed into a French movie, Ensemble, c'est tout and was acted by Audrey Tautou! I am quite sure that I have seen the film title before as it was one of those French Film Festival screenings.
Well, it felt like I was back in my Uni days where I went to bookshops, picked up books and trotted off to cafes along the cappucino strip in Fremantle. Except that now, I stay in the comfort of my own room until the wee hours of one, two o'clock in the morning and devour the book some more during my lunch break.
This book was that good! I paid $9 for it and will get back $6 when I return it. Technically speaking, the book just cost me $3, but everyone (including the shop owner) knows that one does not stop there. Once you are hooked on it, you would go back for more and the $6 will be rolled over to your next purchase of books, which is just as well in my opinion. After all, one still has to read anyway.
By the way, I really liked how the owner told me after he had given me change, "Now you can feed your mind with knowledge" or was it "Now you can feed your mind with all that reading". Anyhow, I was in a hurry but I was really happy.
On the way, I saw Wasabi Tei serving its first customers. Made a mental note to self that this could be another Monday early dinner place in future. For usually, there would be a long queue for this place. Once it's bar tables are filled up (and there are only bar-table-styled seating, one would have to obediently queue up for like...forever (when one is very hungry).
p/s: Right now, my mind is all messed up with all that emotional shit after reading the book. The author really knows how to bring one right up to the roller coaster and come down with a big bang. Will probably do a book review of sorts later when I get my emo self sorted out.
I am a slow reader and borrowing books from public libraries never really did work for me. I would be too stressed up about the due date to be able to enjoy the book completely and in the end, I would still be late in returning them anyway.
My bus takes me through Orchard Road and the nearest bookshop I could think of was Prologue at ION@Orchard. Then I had a better idea! Recently, I had thought I saw Sunny Bookshop still in business at Far East Plaza and I quickly rang the bell and hopped off. Sunny is a second-hand bookshop that was tres popular during my school days. You bought a book at one price and if you returned it on time, you would get back a certain amount which was lower than that of what you paid for. The difference was that the due date was like a month or so and that did not sound so bad to me. I know, strange isn't it? 3 weeks is not OK but 4 weeks is fine. Maybe it has got to do with the fact that if I did not return a book from a second-hand book store in time, I could still keep it for myself.
I was wrong about Sunny though, for it was no longer there. Luckily, there were two other second-hand bookstores for me to peer into and the first one did not look at all appealing. The collection was in a bit of a mess and there did not seem to be much selection and variety to begin with. I decided to consult the directory and found ANA Book Store on Level 5.
The arrangement of the collections were still quite messy but at least this fella had the popular authors and books displayed upfront, which was so much easier. I did not have too much cash with me at that time though and was too lazy to go all the way back down to the basement to get money. I was also running a little short of time and there was still dinner to settle.
I think sometimes with books, it is also fate. I picked out this unassuming book called Hunting and Gathering by Anna Gavalda. Amazingly, this was a French translated book and little did I realise that it was filmed into a French movie, Ensemble, c'est tout and was acted by Audrey Tautou! I am quite sure that I have seen the film title before as it was one of those French Film Festival screenings.
Well, it felt like I was back in my Uni days where I went to bookshops, picked up books and trotted off to cafes along the cappucino strip in Fremantle. Except that now, I stay in the comfort of my own room until the wee hours of one, two o'clock in the morning and devour the book some more during my lunch break.
This book was that good! I paid $9 for it and will get back $6 when I return it. Technically speaking, the book just cost me $3, but everyone (including the shop owner) knows that one does not stop there. Once you are hooked on it, you would go back for more and the $6 will be rolled over to your next purchase of books, which is just as well in my opinion. After all, one still has to read anyway.
By the way, I really liked how the owner told me after he had given me change, "Now you can feed your mind with knowledge" or was it "Now you can feed your mind with all that reading". Anyhow, I was in a hurry but I was really happy.
On the way, I saw Wasabi Tei serving its first customers. Made a mental note to self that this could be another Monday early dinner place in future. For usually, there would be a long queue for this place. Once it's bar tables are filled up (and there are only bar-table-styled seating, one would have to obediently queue up for like...forever (when one is very hungry).
p/s: Right now, my mind is all messed up with all that emotional shit after reading the book. The author really knows how to bring one right up to the roller coaster and come down with a big bang. Will probably do a book review of sorts later when I get my emo self sorted out.
Aaarrrh!!
Today (as in Wednesday, 7 July), I was really bitchy. I was rushing to go for night classes as it was going to start half an hour earlier. We were going to get instructions about our practicums and such. Did not want to miss a thing.
I stopped by at Kopi Tiam @ Plaza by the Park and thought it would be healthiest to eat yong tau foo. There were these three persons in front of me: two ladies and one man. The man took longer to decide what to have and I beat him to the queue to get my food done first.
After cooking the second bowl for the ladies, he told the cook to calculate all three bowls of yong tau foo together. I do not know but I felt that since my bowl was at the counter top before the man, that the cook should ask for my opinion on whether I minded to let him go first or not (since they were in one group). Instead, she just told me in Mandarin, "You wait, ah."
That made me boil. Not really but because I was in a hurry. Therefore, instead of taking it sitting down, I simply told her back calmly in smooth Mandarin that I did not want to buy her food anymore. I think the four words "I don't want already" are very powerful consumer tools. In fact, in my opinion, the most powerful. After all, the money is in my hands. I have a choice. All I heard her say was, "Huh??" as I rushed to get other stuff for dinner.
I chose not to wait and went to the nearest, fastest stall, which happened to be the duck rice stall. The duck meat was chopped up in a minute and the whole transaction took less than 3 minutes. I paid, took the packet of rice and took flight. I was going to be at least 4 minutes late, all no thanks to yong tau foo auntie.
By the way, I think that man was also very ungentlemanly. He saw me looking at my watch a few times already and I WAS indeed before him in terms of finalising my choices of yong tau foo pieces. I do not see any reason why I should not go first.
Anyhow, I only just made it in time as they started 5 minutes late to accommodate for people like me :(
I stopped by at Kopi Tiam @ Plaza by the Park and thought it would be healthiest to eat yong tau foo. There were these three persons in front of me: two ladies and one man. The man took longer to decide what to have and I beat him to the queue to get my food done first.
After cooking the second bowl for the ladies, he told the cook to calculate all three bowls of yong tau foo together. I do not know but I felt that since my bowl was at the counter top before the man, that the cook should ask for my opinion on whether I minded to let him go first or not (since they were in one group). Instead, she just told me in Mandarin, "You wait, ah."
That made me boil. Not really but because I was in a hurry. Therefore, instead of taking it sitting down, I simply told her back calmly in smooth Mandarin that I did not want to buy her food anymore. I think the four words "I don't want already" are very powerful consumer tools. In fact, in my opinion, the most powerful. After all, the money is in my hands. I have a choice. All I heard her say was, "Huh??" as I rushed to get other stuff for dinner.
I chose not to wait and went to the nearest, fastest stall, which happened to be the duck rice stall. The duck meat was chopped up in a minute and the whole transaction took less than 3 minutes. I paid, took the packet of rice and took flight. I was going to be at least 4 minutes late, all no thanks to yong tau foo auntie.
By the way, I think that man was also very ungentlemanly. He saw me looking at my watch a few times already and I WAS indeed before him in terms of finalising my choices of yong tau foo pieces. I do not see any reason why I should not go first.
Anyhow, I only just made it in time as they started 5 minutes late to accommodate for people like me :(
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Very Korean
Crying is no good for the eyes. They felt like goldfish's eyeballs today, but I managed the day though. Had a refreshing albeit sunburn-ish kind of walk to Singpost Centre during lunch break. It is amazing what walking can do for the mind, except that I wished that it wasn't so hot.
Had Korean food for lunch today. It was BBQ pork set. Then coincidentally in the evening, Mum bought me Korean grilled saba fish set. Because I was rushing to see the Chinese doc, who is ever so busy and popular, Mum had bought me take-away (how sweet!). The very coincidental part was that she took out the set of environmental-friendly chopsticks and spoon set that I bought from Lotte World in Korea. Suddenly, I felt very Korean and I was half giggling to myself as I ate dinner at the Pek Kio Hawker Centre, which was sparsely populated with the dinner crowd thinning out already.
The wait at the Chinese doc's was not so bad and Mum and I went home on one of those rare occasions that she would accompany me out. Bliss! Kept giving her secret smiles and she pretended to glare back at me. Hee!
Had Korean food for lunch today. It was BBQ pork set. Then coincidentally in the evening, Mum bought me Korean grilled saba fish set. Because I was rushing to see the Chinese doc, who is ever so busy and popular, Mum had bought me take-away (how sweet!). The very coincidental part was that she took out the set of environmental-friendly chopsticks and spoon set that I bought from Lotte World in Korea. Suddenly, I felt very Korean and I was half giggling to myself as I ate dinner at the Pek Kio Hawker Centre, which was sparsely populated with the dinner crowd thinning out already.
The wait at the Chinese doc's was not so bad and Mum and I went home on one of those rare occasions that she would accompany me out. Bliss! Kept giving her secret smiles and she pretended to glare back at me. Hee!
Let it all out, learning to let go
Last night, for the first time after so many years, I bawled over the state of things of my so-called love life. It is zilch and I feel like such a failure and it all stemmed from a simple message.
Not that the message was clear or definite. It is still vague with only a suggestion of what is to become of our 'relationship' (if you can even call it that). The message was sent last weekend but it took me that long to process (and I am still trying to figure it out).
Maybe it is the final acceptance and realisation that it is going nowhere; maybe I finally admitted that I am just not lucky in love; maybe I can see that I am just no good with any sort of relationship (friendship, courtship, whatsoever).
Anyway, life must move on. We are still friends but I must learn to let go. If not, there is only one way to do it and that is to ask him, which I am too much of a coward to do so (thought of autistic child pressing ears shut and shaking head vehemently from left to right when s/he cannot accept something comes to mind). Maybe after my all-important course. Cannot afford to divert my attention now.
The other way is to try and make new friends which I am still convincing myself to teach myself to do so. I have become a sort of recluse, a sort regression seems to have taken place and kind of lost some skills about socialising (just like how an autistic child does not know how to communicate). Sigh, I should stop being so negative and doing comparisons with people with autism. No offense, I think I have said it before, but here again, I feel that I was sometimes born with mild autism but veering on the Asperger syndrome side.
I am still positive as I have other things to think about at the moment. I shall leave so-called love life aside and concentrate instead, on the love for my family and friends.
Not that the message was clear or definite. It is still vague with only a suggestion of what is to become of our 'relationship' (if you can even call it that). The message was sent last weekend but it took me that long to process (and I am still trying to figure it out).
Maybe it is the final acceptance and realisation that it is going nowhere; maybe I finally admitted that I am just not lucky in love; maybe I can see that I am just no good with any sort of relationship (friendship, courtship, whatsoever).
Anyway, life must move on. We are still friends but I must learn to let go. If not, there is only one way to do it and that is to ask him, which I am too much of a coward to do so (thought of autistic child pressing ears shut and shaking head vehemently from left to right when s/he cannot accept something comes to mind). Maybe after my all-important course. Cannot afford to divert my attention now.
The other way is to try and make new friends which I am still convincing myself to teach myself to do so. I have become a sort of recluse, a sort regression seems to have taken place and kind of lost some skills about socialising (just like how an autistic child does not know how to communicate). Sigh, I should stop being so negative and doing comparisons with people with autism. No offense, I think I have said it before, but here again, I feel that I was sometimes born with mild autism but veering on the Asperger syndrome side.
I am still positive as I have other things to think about at the moment. I shall leave so-called love life aside and concentrate instead, on the love for my family and friends.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
My resolution for this month
My resolution for this month is to not buy any clothes and/or shoes. Hopefully I can resist the temptation, especially from Uniqlo. I shall try to walk into shops less and stay at home more. I need to get used to owning what I have and not be too greedy.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
First day back at work
Hmm...it was not exactly a smooth start to the day on my first day back at work. The gossip mongers were trying to see how many pox and scars I had, probably so that they could discuss about the 'seriousness' of it later, out of my ear shot.
Luckily I had purposely left some scars for them to see. I also had to explain that most of the pox came out on my back and my scalp, not so much on my body. You could almost see their I-want-to-believe-you face.
Plus, there was that contradictory discussion I had with my working partner as to whether or not to take medicine to stop the growth of the pox. As said in earlier postings, I actually do not advocate suppressing or even stopping the pox (through immunisation).
However, when one is sick and does not know what else to do, and when the doctor tells you that there may sometimes be complications like meningitis and/or pneumonia, and that the pox can even grow on your eyes, one better take the doc's advice and take pills or whatever.
I called it a contradictory discussion because I heard from another colleague that she (my working partner) was not too happy when she realised that I went on medical leave. Instead, today, she was advising me that I should have let all the pox out and just kept drinking cooling stuff for the system and not taken the anti-viral pills. Now, as I am typing this, I am just also wondering whether there was a pinch of sarcasm in what she said. Yes, I know. I am a little slow like that. Make that very slow, which is why I think I may never survive the corporate world. Ha!
I mean, it is one thing to give good advice, but it kind of shows your 'sincerity' as well when you jolly well know that if I let it all come out, that I will take at least 2 weeks of medical leave. Is that what she really wanted?? I doubt.
Anyhow, I gave it my all during the day, doing what I had to do as a team member. I think most times, I am doing the shit work. That said though, I am enjoying doing it because I love it and I have not much complaints about it.
Last but not least, I just want to say that NOBODY WANTS TO FALL SICK and when one is sick, one may sometimes not be able to make or receive phone calls. This is something strong and healthy people may never understand. Or maybe their time to fall very sick has not come yet. when it comes, they may fare worse than me.
Luckily I had purposely left some scars for them to see. I also had to explain that most of the pox came out on my back and my scalp, not so much on my body. You could almost see their I-want-to-believe-you face.
Plus, there was that contradictory discussion I had with my working partner as to whether or not to take medicine to stop the growth of the pox. As said in earlier postings, I actually do not advocate suppressing or even stopping the pox (through immunisation).
However, when one is sick and does not know what else to do, and when the doctor tells you that there may sometimes be complications like meningitis and/or pneumonia, and that the pox can even grow on your eyes, one better take the doc's advice and take pills or whatever.
I called it a contradictory discussion because I heard from another colleague that she (my working partner) was not too happy when she realised that I went on medical leave. Instead, today, she was advising me that I should have let all the pox out and just kept drinking cooling stuff for the system and not taken the anti-viral pills. Now, as I am typing this, I am just also wondering whether there was a pinch of sarcasm in what she said. Yes, I know. I am a little slow like that. Make that very slow, which is why I think I may never survive the corporate world. Ha!
I mean, it is one thing to give good advice, but it kind of shows your 'sincerity' as well when you jolly well know that if I let it all come out, that I will take at least 2 weeks of medical leave. Is that what she really wanted?? I doubt.
Anyhow, I gave it my all during the day, doing what I had to do as a team member. I think most times, I am doing the shit work. That said though, I am enjoying doing it because I love it and I have not much complaints about it.
Last but not least, I just want to say that NOBODY WANTS TO FALL SICK and when one is sick, one may sometimes not be able to make or receive phone calls. This is something strong and healthy people may never understand. Or maybe their time to fall very sick has not come yet. when it comes, they may fare worse than me.
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