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!

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.

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

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!!

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!!!!

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.

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... .