I feel that I've become really philosophical about crap at work.
I try to be.
It's not really that hard actually but it does require a little bit of effort.
Effort in letting go of things beyond my control.
And all it really needs is that.
Letting go.
And finding peace 0f mind.
Yesterday was a particularly trying day at work where I got so busy I had no time for lunch. My mind was so addled (from adding?) that all I could manage was an aimless stroll in Chatswood where the bright lights of the shopping mall were comfortingly distracting.
Friday, April 28, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Sung myself hoarse today at the karaoke (pronounced Care-Ree-oh-key) session with some folks at work today. What's the thing with karaoke and white people.
Place a mic in a white person's hands and he/she suddenly turns into a robbie williams/ mariah carey wannabe, gyrating their hips and contorting their faces (for greater effect i suppose). They aren't singing mind you... oh no no no... proper singing at a karaoke session with white people is a cardinal singing. Shouting and going off-key is the RIGHT way. *HEAR HEAR* Afterall, where's the fun in one (or two) person(s) singing whilst the rest solemnly sit around and "appreciate" (honestly, no one really listens when karaoke gets competitive... people just get restless and impatient waiting for their songs to start).
The beauty of having rowdy karaoke sessions is at the end of the night, everyone leaves feeling slightly closer to their fellow croonies or crooners (Depending on how wild the night went). Thanks to good training from me dad, I was able to keep up with the oldies in the group. Folks that sang oldies like delilah, layla, New York New York et cetera...
Fun songs to keep in mind for future karaoke sessions are:
1. Uptown girl (definitely a great group singalong)
2. Can't take my eyes of you (My personal fave)
3. This love (Maroon 5)
4. oh bla di oh bla da (Beatles)
5. you've lost that loving feeling (righteous brothers)
6. Summer days (??)
Place a mic in a white person's hands and he/she suddenly turns into a robbie williams/ mariah carey wannabe, gyrating their hips and contorting their faces (for greater effect i suppose). They aren't singing mind you... oh no no no... proper singing at a karaoke session with white people is a cardinal singing. Shouting and going off-key is the RIGHT way. *HEAR HEAR* Afterall, where's the fun in one (or two) person(s) singing whilst the rest solemnly sit around and "appreciate" (honestly, no one really listens when karaoke gets competitive... people just get restless and impatient waiting for their songs to start).
The beauty of having rowdy karaoke sessions is at the end of the night, everyone leaves feeling slightly closer to their fellow croonies or crooners (Depending on how wild the night went). Thanks to good training from me dad, I was able to keep up with the oldies in the group. Folks that sang oldies like delilah, layla, New York New York et cetera...
Fun songs to keep in mind for future karaoke sessions are:
1. Uptown girl (definitely a great group singalong)
2. Can't take my eyes of you (My personal fave)
3. This love (Maroon 5)
4. oh bla di oh bla da (Beatles)
5. you've lost that loving feeling (righteous brothers)
6. Summer days (??)
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
The long weekend is most unfortunately over.
Sigh...
the shite thing about holidays are the end of it all, when you pack your bags, heavy with shopping you paid for with money meant for your rent for the next couple of weeks. Money you really shouldn't have spent and the weight of the luggage makes your back feel like its about to snap like a toothpick. But most of all, you feel the weight of the impending drudgery you will face once getting back. The piles of laundry, other household chores, work, colleagues, my once beloved routine, leaving my cousins behind. I dread all of them.
I feel restless.
I get back to Sydney and I feel like I should go out and do something. Not waste the what's left of the public holiday. It is afterall only 2:30 pm when I land.
In the end, I stay home and decided to pen down my thoughts over this long weekend.
I swear, if people stop blogging, msn, random internet surfing and put the time to productive use, we could probably seriously enhance the economy of one if not a few third world countries.
anyway, i digress...
1. hen's night
Hen's night wasn't too exciting. As expected. I hope it's because of the generation gap of the hen's night participants and myself. My idea of fun is certainly not sitting in some dim lit pub, answering silly questions and drinking because i've gotten them wrong and then going home.
in my own defense, I tried to get the party to liven up a little. the idea was that jean had to fulfil some assigned tasks. the first and only one we managed was that she should find a random guy, tell him that there was a group of horny women who wanted a mass orgy with only one guy and that he was the lucky one, convince him to follow her back to our table and then make him buy her a drink.
as luck would have it, all the cute guys in the room were in groups with other girls. not wanting to step on anyone'e toes, we left those alone. only the creeps and the impecabbly dressed faggots (obviously) were either standing alone nursing their beers or in all-male groups.
anyway, let's make this short. jean settled for a creepy guy who seemed to be high on some substance. when he found out jean was getting married the next day, he agreed to buy her a drink on condition i give him a kiss.
although i was feeling a little wild that night (anything to liven up a party), i wasn't sure if I was about to disappoint my boyfriend with someone that wasn't (in my books) attractive at all. Plus, his apparent altered state of consciousness was quite unsettling and he had a side kick that reminded me of the undertaker cum baby huey, ie, curly oily looking hair with a demeanor of someone slightly retarded.
after persisting for what felt like a lifetime, mr creepy gave up and bought jean a drink after borrowing some cash from his croonies. poor guy.
the mood was ruined and everyone became much more subdued after that. or rather, i became more subdued and hence, the party (if you can even call it that) petered out into a quiet mumur and i think I may even have almost dozed off a few times.
2. Buck's night
The guys weren't answering any of our phonecalls. bleah... only at about 130am did Mart disclose their whereabouts. Bar 20. In marty's own words, "it's..... classy"
Yuming and I decided to head off to bar 20. We reckoned that was where the fun really was.
the girls at bar 20 were really good. Much better than the ones I have seen in Sydney. great figures, great dancers and even better performers. the place wasn't as seedy as the ones in sydney too.
i must admit, i found the idea of my boyfriend visiting a strip club felt quite disturbing because it brought back memories of jerko david who visited seedy nightclubs even when he was with me. of course i was kept in the dark.
I don't know if i'm supposed to be accepting of behaviour like that.
it seems to be a case of double standards.
Why is it ok for a guy to go to a strip club, pay money so that a girl could touch and tantalise him but yet unacceptable if i did the same to another guy?
mart's explanation is that guys aren't allowed to touch the girls at the strip club, hence.
somehow, i begin to realise that no matter how much i try to understand the male species, I'll never be able to fully put myself in their shoes. to understand their ability to seperate love from lust.
I don't think i would want to hurt the person i love by making out with someone else i was lusting after even though it is lust and only lust i feel for the other person. I also do not think that i would justify my actions by saying that t'was all in the name of good fun or it doesn't meant a thing. Because, shouldn't the feelings of your loved one matter the most?
perhaps it's an unavoidable business practice in asia to entertain at nightclubs with female escorts. but unavoidable and ingrained does not mean women should be apathetic and accepting about such behavior.
it's either the men should stop their perving or let's see some male strip clubs and nightclubs with male escorts only!!!
Sigh...
the shite thing about holidays are the end of it all, when you pack your bags, heavy with shopping you paid for with money meant for your rent for the next couple of weeks. Money you really shouldn't have spent and the weight of the luggage makes your back feel like its about to snap like a toothpick. But most of all, you feel the weight of the impending drudgery you will face once getting back. The piles of laundry, other household chores, work, colleagues, my once beloved routine, leaving my cousins behind. I dread all of them.
I feel restless.
I get back to Sydney and I feel like I should go out and do something. Not waste the what's left of the public holiday. It is afterall only 2:30 pm when I land.
In the end, I stay home and decided to pen down my thoughts over this long weekend.
I swear, if people stop blogging, msn, random internet surfing and put the time to productive use, we could probably seriously enhance the economy of one if not a few third world countries.
anyway, i digress...
1. hen's night
Hen's night wasn't too exciting. As expected. I hope it's because of the generation gap of the hen's night participants and myself. My idea of fun is certainly not sitting in some dim lit pub, answering silly questions and drinking because i've gotten them wrong and then going home.
in my own defense, I tried to get the party to liven up a little. the idea was that jean had to fulfil some assigned tasks. the first and only one we managed was that she should find a random guy, tell him that there was a group of horny women who wanted a mass orgy with only one guy and that he was the lucky one, convince him to follow her back to our table and then make him buy her a drink.
as luck would have it, all the cute guys in the room were in groups with other girls. not wanting to step on anyone'e toes, we left those alone. only the creeps and the impecabbly dressed faggots (obviously) were either standing alone nursing their beers or in all-male groups.
anyway, let's make this short. jean settled for a creepy guy who seemed to be high on some substance. when he found out jean was getting married the next day, he agreed to buy her a drink on condition i give him a kiss.
although i was feeling a little wild that night (anything to liven up a party), i wasn't sure if I was about to disappoint my boyfriend with someone that wasn't (in my books) attractive at all. Plus, his apparent altered state of consciousness was quite unsettling and he had a side kick that reminded me of the undertaker cum baby huey, ie, curly oily looking hair with a demeanor of someone slightly retarded.
after persisting for what felt like a lifetime, mr creepy gave up and bought jean a drink after borrowing some cash from his croonies. poor guy.
the mood was ruined and everyone became much more subdued after that. or rather, i became more subdued and hence, the party (if you can even call it that) petered out into a quiet mumur and i think I may even have almost dozed off a few times.
2. Buck's night
The guys weren't answering any of our phonecalls. bleah... only at about 130am did Mart disclose their whereabouts. Bar 20. In marty's own words, "it's..... classy"
Yuming and I decided to head off to bar 20. We reckoned that was where the fun really was.
the girls at bar 20 were really good. Much better than the ones I have seen in Sydney. great figures, great dancers and even better performers. the place wasn't as seedy as the ones in sydney too.
i must admit, i found the idea of my boyfriend visiting a strip club felt quite disturbing because it brought back memories of jerko david who visited seedy nightclubs even when he was with me. of course i was kept in the dark.
I don't know if i'm supposed to be accepting of behaviour like that.
it seems to be a case of double standards.
Why is it ok for a guy to go to a strip club, pay money so that a girl could touch and tantalise him but yet unacceptable if i did the same to another guy?
mart's explanation is that guys aren't allowed to touch the girls at the strip club, hence.
somehow, i begin to realise that no matter how much i try to understand the male species, I'll never be able to fully put myself in their shoes. to understand their ability to seperate love from lust.
I don't think i would want to hurt the person i love by making out with someone else i was lusting after even though it is lust and only lust i feel for the other person. I also do not think that i would justify my actions by saying that t'was all in the name of good fun or it doesn't meant a thing. Because, shouldn't the feelings of your loved one matter the most?
perhaps it's an unavoidable business practice in asia to entertain at nightclubs with female escorts. but unavoidable and ingrained does not mean women should be apathetic and accepting about such behavior.
it's either the men should stop their perving or let's see some male strip clubs and nightclubs with male escorts only!!!
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Wedding insanity
What is it about weddings, family ones in particular, that cause people to go slightly mad.
All marriageable aged family members who have yet to tie the knot would inevitably be interrogated not too differently, I imagine, from how the Gestapo interrogated their hapless victims, until they crumble into a dithering heap, surrender and agree to get hitched in the next year.
Mart and I were put under the grinding knife last night at Jean and Marcus' wedding reception. Now ordinarily, considering how I'm the "next in line" of the cousins, I really shouldn't be too surprised. However, they fail to realise that we've only been together for THREE MONTHS!!!
The hints started dropping when Andrew asked over cocktails when the next part was going to be held. The next party in Sydney. I did a major eyeroll that probably scored a 9/10. As if on cue, everyone started.
At the VIP dining table, I seated Mart beside Uncle Richard, thinking he would be safe there but uh uh... after getting a little sloshed, Uncle Richard got a little chatty and started his banter as he heartily clapped mart the on shoulder...
"so... when are you getting married?"
it was at first amusing the laugh at Mart's discomfort but as the night wore on, even I had sympathy for him. I mean, these people were family and even though I had my fair share of ribbing, I could laugh and brush them aside. I could afford to be a little "rude" but Mart had to plaster a smile to his face even though he must have felt like shoving a foot into my uncle's throat. I know i did.
sometimes oldies drive me insane.
fortunately, mum was mum... haha
even at the after wedding party, we were not spared.
the most annoying thing was how everyone made out like I didn't have a choice. That mart was the one who was the all deciding factor in us getting hitched.
hrrmph
"hello" a girl can say no can't she?
ppffft
in the end, I realised the best way was to openly admit that a wedding will be on the cards in the next year or so, drink down a toast from "well-wishers" and laugh it off.
I'm just glad mart hasn't decided to pack his bags and leave. I mean, which guy appreciates being arm twisted into an awkward situation like that?
or maybe he has already decided to but is just biding his time...
....
....
All marriageable aged family members who have yet to tie the knot would inevitably be interrogated not too differently, I imagine, from how the Gestapo interrogated their hapless victims, until they crumble into a dithering heap, surrender and agree to get hitched in the next year.
Mart and I were put under the grinding knife last night at Jean and Marcus' wedding reception. Now ordinarily, considering how I'm the "next in line" of the cousins, I really shouldn't be too surprised. However, they fail to realise that we've only been together for THREE MONTHS!!!
The hints started dropping when Andrew asked over cocktails when the next part was going to be held. The next party in Sydney. I did a major eyeroll that probably scored a 9/10. As if on cue, everyone started.
At the VIP dining table, I seated Mart beside Uncle Richard, thinking he would be safe there but uh uh... after getting a little sloshed, Uncle Richard got a little chatty and started his banter as he heartily clapped mart the on shoulder...
"so... when are you getting married?"
it was at first amusing the laugh at Mart's discomfort but as the night wore on, even I had sympathy for him. I mean, these people were family and even though I had my fair share of ribbing, I could laugh and brush them aside. I could afford to be a little "rude" but Mart had to plaster a smile to his face even though he must have felt like shoving a foot into my uncle's throat. I know i did.
sometimes oldies drive me insane.
fortunately, mum was mum... haha
even at the after wedding party, we were not spared.
the most annoying thing was how everyone made out like I didn't have a choice. That mart was the one who was the all deciding factor in us getting hitched.
hrrmph
"hello" a girl can say no can't she?
ppffft
in the end, I realised the best way was to openly admit that a wedding will be on the cards in the next year or so, drink down a toast from "well-wishers" and laugh it off.
I'm just glad mart hasn't decided to pack his bags and leave. I mean, which guy appreciates being arm twisted into an awkward situation like that?
or maybe he has already decided to but is just biding his time...
....
....
Thursday, April 13, 2006
After much a do, which included fuck ups in domestic flight tickets, train rides to the airport et al, I finally managed to make my way to melbourne.
Kinda disappointed because I was expecting to fall in love with the city after hearing so much about how "european" it is. Unfortunately, the towering skyscapers were the first to greet me as I neared the city and it reminded me too much of Singapore for me to be impressed in anyway.
Perhaps I'm just a tough customer.
Anyway, in a bid to buy a dress for Jean's wedding, Mart and I went crazy shopping around. The shopping here is definitely way more overwhelming than Sydney. There are so many boutiques on every single street to do boutique shopping would be too stressful for me to handle so I decided to stick to the safe departmental stores and did a damage of *ahem* almost $500 in the first afternoon of shopping :P
At night, we head over to an italian restaurant where Mart's friend is a chef there and have a freaking 8 course dinner with champagne
1. pizza dough balls with anchovies, chilli and zuchini flower breaded and fried
2. caprese salad
Honestly, after the caprese salad I was pretty happy to place my fork down, rub my belly and call it a night... little did I know it was just the beginning....
3. buckwheat pasta and potato with butter sauce, sage (or maybe some other herb) fried crisp in butter
4. There's something here although i can't quite remember what
5. Prawns wrapped in prosciutto with potato and lemon salad
6. Rabbit ragout and thin fettucine
7. lamb with tomato salad
8. Eggplant ball in napoleonese sauce
9. Crepe suzette and vanilla ice cream and coffee... (good good coffee)
The food was good though... =)
after dinner, we both so exhausted we came back immediately and slept... zzz
Kinda disappointed because I was expecting to fall in love with the city after hearing so much about how "european" it is. Unfortunately, the towering skyscapers were the first to greet me as I neared the city and it reminded me too much of Singapore for me to be impressed in anyway.
Perhaps I'm just a tough customer.
Anyway, in a bid to buy a dress for Jean's wedding, Mart and I went crazy shopping around. The shopping here is definitely way more overwhelming than Sydney. There are so many boutiques on every single street to do boutique shopping would be too stressful for me to handle so I decided to stick to the safe departmental stores and did a damage of *ahem* almost $500 in the first afternoon of shopping :P
At night, we head over to an italian restaurant where Mart's friend is a chef there and have a freaking 8 course dinner with champagne
1. pizza dough balls with anchovies, chilli and zuchini flower breaded and fried
2. caprese salad
Honestly, after the caprese salad I was pretty happy to place my fork down, rub my belly and call it a night... little did I know it was just the beginning....
3. buckwheat pasta and potato with butter sauce, sage (or maybe some other herb) fried crisp in butter
4. There's something here although i can't quite remember what
5. Prawns wrapped in prosciutto with potato and lemon salad
6. Rabbit ragout and thin fettucine
7. lamb with tomato salad
8. Eggplant ball in napoleonese sauce
9. Crepe suzette and vanilla ice cream and coffee... (good good coffee)
The food was good though... =)
after dinner, we both so exhausted we came back immediately and slept... zzz
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
So Torin, the dude mart helped me make friends with on rsvp said "hi" to me last night and we started chatting.
So i asked Torin what he did for a living to which he replied "i'm a free lance journalist... i can help you with your english if you like =P"
I guffawed...
It's been a long running joke amongst some of us here. Being Asian, non-australian and living in Australia, it's often that the aussies/white people are impressed by Singaporeans' command of English.
"oh you speak really good English" they say whilst smiling ever so sweetly at you. Thinking they've paid you the compliment of a lifetime without realising how idiotic they've just made themselves out to be.
to digress a little,
i found it really funny once when mart complained about how an ignorant american remarked on his good english. It was funny hearing the indignation in his voice. See the parallel here??
and now, back to the point...
so now, whenever mart tries to take the piss, he tells people that i speak good english. And then we both snigger knowingly
anyway, when torin said he could help me out with my english, mart was there to. It was so hilarious. how we laughed.
and i continued my conversation with torin, making the extra effort to be grammatically incorrect.
"wow thanks you very much... my english needs most improvement" says me
" so is your boyfriend from sydney or singapore?"
"mine boyfriend is from sydney"
Meanwhile, Mart accuses me of being mean and asks me to stop
I get annoyed and insist Mart's cramping my style...
"or soon to be ex" i type spitefully in front of Mart... *hah*
this gets torin really excited...
"oohhhh soon to be ex... you're breaking up with him?"
I imagine him salivating
"hah he cramping me style" --> Mart thought this sounded more cavewomanish than bad english
"ooh yeah... that's nto good" says Torin...
"what's NTO" i ask *innocently*
NTO?? who needs help with english now huh??
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So the saga continues today...
Torin sees me online and says hi again.
He asks me what et puis means...
"it means and then in french my dear ignorant one" i replied
I guess i'm in a cheeky mood...
he asks me for inspiration to write travel pieces as his portfolio for a travel magazine interview...
Still feeling cheeky, i suggest writing a piece about travelling in time. A holiday in France in the 1700s... quite clever i thought... i mean if you could sell a holiday in France in the 1700s to me then you could probably sell ice to eskimos... and it was funny
then he asks me if the girl in my msn picture Amanda is my friend...
to which i replied... yeah or maybe she's a random stranger or maybe i'm lesbian and she's my girlfriend
he was deaf to my sarcasm and eagerly asked if Amanda was single.
"you'd hope so" i type *boy is this guy desperate*
"so do you think she and & me could be couple?"
*oh my gawd*
Someone bring in the restrainers
"are you white? doesn't look like it... fraid not then... maybe you could colour your hair blonde"
"what about you... are you still with your bf? or u single now?"
*ARRRGHHH!!!*
Rabid dog on the loose.
Hello!!! i just told you i have a bf like less than 24 hours ago...
"my my... you're quite keen aren't you? unfortunately, i'm still happily attached to my boyfriend."
"but we can still be friends right?"
"i have my doubts... you freak me out with the things you say"
I go for my shower.... after which, i found he left me this message on my com
"so you don't want to chat anymore? that ok :) (--> note the smiley before the rant)
to be honest, i think you're the strange one... last night ur telling me how you wanna break up with your bf, 2nite you say the opposite & when i ask you about travel story you tell me write a story from the year 1781!!! ur a freak dont msg me anymore ok"
I laugh somemore
and my boyfriend reprimands me for getting off on upsetting strangers
:'(
can't a girl have some fun? doesn't anyone have a sense of humour anymore??
*grumble*
So i asked Torin what he did for a living to which he replied "i'm a free lance journalist... i can help you with your english if you like =P"
I guffawed...
It's been a long running joke amongst some of us here. Being Asian, non-australian and living in Australia, it's often that the aussies/white people are impressed by Singaporeans' command of English.
"oh you speak really good English" they say whilst smiling ever so sweetly at you. Thinking they've paid you the compliment of a lifetime without realising how idiotic they've just made themselves out to be.
to digress a little,
i found it really funny once when mart complained about how an ignorant american remarked on his good english. It was funny hearing the indignation in his voice. See the parallel here??
and now, back to the point...
so now, whenever mart tries to take the piss, he tells people that i speak good english. And then we both snigger knowingly
anyway, when torin said he could help me out with my english, mart was there to. It was so hilarious. how we laughed.
and i continued my conversation with torin, making the extra effort to be grammatically incorrect.
"wow thanks you very much... my english needs most improvement" says me
" so is your boyfriend from sydney or singapore?"
"mine boyfriend is from sydney"
Meanwhile, Mart accuses me of being mean and asks me to stop
I get annoyed and insist Mart's cramping my style...
"or soon to be ex" i type spitefully in front of Mart... *hah*
this gets torin really excited...
"oohhhh soon to be ex... you're breaking up with him?"
I imagine him salivating
"hah he cramping me style" --> Mart thought this sounded more cavewomanish than bad english
"ooh yeah... that's nto good" says Torin...
"what's NTO" i ask *innocently*
NTO?? who needs help with english now huh??
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So the saga continues today...
Torin sees me online and says hi again.
He asks me what et puis means...
"it means and then in french my dear ignorant one" i replied
I guess i'm in a cheeky mood...
he asks me for inspiration to write travel pieces as his portfolio for a travel magazine interview...
Still feeling cheeky, i suggest writing a piece about travelling in time. A holiday in France in the 1700s... quite clever i thought... i mean if you could sell a holiday in France in the 1700s to me then you could probably sell ice to eskimos... and it was funny
then he asks me if the girl in my msn picture Amanda is my friend...
to which i replied... yeah or maybe she's a random stranger or maybe i'm lesbian and she's my girlfriend
he was deaf to my sarcasm and eagerly asked if Amanda was single.
"you'd hope so" i type *boy is this guy desperate*
"so do you think she and & me could be couple?"
*oh my gawd*
Someone bring in the restrainers
"are you white? doesn't look like it... fraid not then... maybe you could colour your hair blonde"
"what about you... are you still with your bf? or u single now?"
*ARRRGHHH!!!*
Rabid dog on the loose.
Hello!!! i just told you i have a bf like less than 24 hours ago...
"my my... you're quite keen aren't you? unfortunately, i'm still happily attached to my boyfriend."
"but we can still be friends right?"
"i have my doubts... you freak me out with the things you say"
I go for my shower.... after which, i found he left me this message on my com
"so you don't want to chat anymore? that ok :) (--> note the smiley before the rant)
to be honest, i think you're the strange one... last night ur telling me how you wanna break up with your bf, 2nite you say the opposite & when i ask you about travel story you tell me write a story from the year 1781!!! ur a freak dont msg me anymore ok"
I laugh somemore
and my boyfriend reprimands me for getting off on upsetting strangers
:'(
can't a girl have some fun? doesn't anyone have a sense of humour anymore??
*grumble*
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Had dinner with Mart's extended family today at a chinese restaurant in Chatswood. It reminded me of the dinners with my extended family back home... the lazy susan and a round table, relatives all squashed cosily around the table, inane banter about everything from baby names to work and of course, not forgetting, reminscing... plus, great food from crabs to abalone to fish...
even though alot of conversation was lost on me, it was still nostalgic and suddenly, a crazy idea came into my head... i wondered if perhaps I should go back home one day... permanently...
life in Singapore is rather monotonous. There's only so much I can do there. From going to wala's, to shopping at orchard road, bugis or city hall, to having supper... I don't really club much so there goes MOS, MS and zouk... work there is crap too... petty policitics, unreasonable slave drivers and lack of staff welfare. But what Sydney can't give to me that only Singapore can is family...
I wish i had family around me to depend on... they'd be good for calling when I get a flat tyre and an unreliable boyfriend. Cousins would be good for catching up over coffee and having dinners. Nephews and nieces would be good to play with and spoil. Watching them grow up...
and I guess because i was brought up to be filial, a part of me feels I should spend more time with my gran and me folks...
But if i were to be realistic about the possibility of me going home, then I'd admit that would be really low if not impossible.
I've always lamented about how crappy Singaporean men can be... it is so hard to find an agreeable singaporean male whilst living in singapore. Now that I'm away and the ratio of singaporean men to non-singaporean men is so much more unfavourable, i can't imagine how i'd be able to meet a singaporean man whom i'd like and who would be interested in me too...
Plus, i'm already seeing and Australian/irish/chinese
So.... Since i don't think i'd ever go out with a Singaporean again, hence, I'd never be compelled to go home and therefore, i can just kiss my big chinese family dinners goodbye.
i guess i could always ingratiate myself with mart's extended family and live my big chinese "family" dinners vicariously through him and his family... all of them were warm and friendly
cept for Bev who happens to be mart's closest cousin. I think she's my age. call it intuition (although i call it common sense) but i'm pretty sure Bev doesn't like me. the reason is unbeknownst to me. afterall, I've only met her twice but then again, people tend not to need good reasons to dislike one another. All i know is that she made me uncomfortable the first time we met and today, the second time, she didn't say a single word to me (bear in mind, everyone else in the family all seemed excited to meet me), which is just the kind of cold attitude you'd intentionally put on to make someone new to a group feel uncomfortable.
But i'm not the grovelling sort so i'll leave ingratiation to another day.
So for now, i'm family-less in sydney... bleah
even though alot of conversation was lost on me, it was still nostalgic and suddenly, a crazy idea came into my head... i wondered if perhaps I should go back home one day... permanently...
life in Singapore is rather monotonous. There's only so much I can do there. From going to wala's, to shopping at orchard road, bugis or city hall, to having supper... I don't really club much so there goes MOS, MS and zouk... work there is crap too... petty policitics, unreasonable slave drivers and lack of staff welfare. But what Sydney can't give to me that only Singapore can is family...
I wish i had family around me to depend on... they'd be good for calling when I get a flat tyre and an unreliable boyfriend. Cousins would be good for catching up over coffee and having dinners. Nephews and nieces would be good to play with and spoil. Watching them grow up...
and I guess because i was brought up to be filial, a part of me feels I should spend more time with my gran and me folks...
But if i were to be realistic about the possibility of me going home, then I'd admit that would be really low if not impossible.
I've always lamented about how crappy Singaporean men can be... it is so hard to find an agreeable singaporean male whilst living in singapore. Now that I'm away and the ratio of singaporean men to non-singaporean men is so much more unfavourable, i can't imagine how i'd be able to meet a singaporean man whom i'd like and who would be interested in me too...
Plus, i'm already seeing and Australian/irish/chinese
So.... Since i don't think i'd ever go out with a Singaporean again, hence, I'd never be compelled to go home and therefore, i can just kiss my big chinese family dinners goodbye.
i guess i could always ingratiate myself with mart's extended family and live my big chinese "family" dinners vicariously through him and his family... all of them were warm and friendly
cept for Bev who happens to be mart's closest cousin. I think she's my age. call it intuition (although i call it common sense) but i'm pretty sure Bev doesn't like me. the reason is unbeknownst to me. afterall, I've only met her twice but then again, people tend not to need good reasons to dislike one another. All i know is that she made me uncomfortable the first time we met and today, the second time, she didn't say a single word to me (bear in mind, everyone else in the family all seemed excited to meet me), which is just the kind of cold attitude you'd intentionally put on to make someone new to a group feel uncomfortable.
But i'm not the grovelling sort so i'll leave ingratiation to another day.
So for now, i'm family-less in sydney... bleah
Saturday, April 08, 2006
I was upset with myself this morning.
Upset because I felt fat.
Of late, I've been using the word "prerogative" a fair bit to excuse my insane behavior. Everything insane is a girl's prerogative.
Anyway, feeling fat once in a while is a girl's prerogative. Feeling fat and upset and taking it out on anyone within 2 metres of you is a girl's prerogative.
Feeling fat and upset enough to take it out on your dysenteric boyfriend who happens to be running up a temperature whilst trying to reassure you that you are still as lovely as ever is however just poor behavior.
Thankfully my boyfriend is great most of the time (not so great with car trouble though)
Anyway, from feeling fat, a whole host of other discontentments with my life surfaced... Like feeling pissed off that I haven't been conscious of my spending, like not being adult enough to take care of my paperwork (seriously, paperwork, bureaucracy and red tape will be the death of us all), like letting my life just waste away (mmm... rotting away.... my favourite indulgence).
And the more I thought about how much crap I had in my life, the more I felt helpless. So i flopped myself on my bed and moped my morning away. Which wasn't much help of course but sometimes, wallowing (which is my other favourite indulgence) is a girl's prerogative too.
I knew i was acting like i'd forgot my meds.
Heck, it was a beautiful day outside... the skies were a brilliant blue and the sun was shinning so brightly it would have been hard to feel miserable but Mindy prevailed and managed to put a shadow over herself. Ahhh *pats self on back* I wasn't an ex-depressive all those years for nothing...
Although, in mitigation, I would like to add that in between my moping, i did had flashes of lucidity, albeit short ones. I did try to pull my socks up and put on a cheerful grin. And twice, we almost made it out of the house to enjoy a beautiful day together. Almost...
I'd like to think that it was for the best anyway that we didn't cos the poor boy started running a temperature... maybe it was from all the efforts he had to exert to pacify ME... :( My bad... so in an act of penance, i made him peanut and chicken congee (mmm..... reminds me of times when i fall sick and mom makes that)
I guess girls are like that. It's not an excuse but all girls get days like that don't they? days when they feel lumpy and frumpy... days where they just want to curl up and the world to disappear... and it's nice when you have punching bag boyfriends on those days... boyfriends that can take the hit and come bouncing back like a Bu Dao Wong =)
he says i'm childish. *hrmph*
*stomps feet and flops on ground, kicking heels into the floor*
someone once said, not too long ago "but i really love you and sometimes i make mistakes"
Upset because I felt fat.
Of late, I've been using the word "prerogative" a fair bit to excuse my insane behavior. Everything insane is a girl's prerogative.
Anyway, feeling fat once in a while is a girl's prerogative. Feeling fat and upset and taking it out on anyone within 2 metres of you is a girl's prerogative.
Feeling fat and upset enough to take it out on your dysenteric boyfriend who happens to be running up a temperature whilst trying to reassure you that you are still as lovely as ever is however just poor behavior.
Thankfully my boyfriend is great most of the time (not so great with car trouble though)
Anyway, from feeling fat, a whole host of other discontentments with my life surfaced... Like feeling pissed off that I haven't been conscious of my spending, like not being adult enough to take care of my paperwork (seriously, paperwork, bureaucracy and red tape will be the death of us all), like letting my life just waste away (mmm... rotting away.... my favourite indulgence).
And the more I thought about how much crap I had in my life, the more I felt helpless. So i flopped myself on my bed and moped my morning away. Which wasn't much help of course but sometimes, wallowing (which is my other favourite indulgence) is a girl's prerogative too.
I knew i was acting like i'd forgot my meds.
Heck, it was a beautiful day outside... the skies were a brilliant blue and the sun was shinning so brightly it would have been hard to feel miserable but Mindy prevailed and managed to put a shadow over herself. Ahhh *pats self on back* I wasn't an ex-depressive all those years for nothing...
Although, in mitigation, I would like to add that in between my moping, i did had flashes of lucidity, albeit short ones. I did try to pull my socks up and put on a cheerful grin. And twice, we almost made it out of the house to enjoy a beautiful day together. Almost...
I'd like to think that it was for the best anyway that we didn't cos the poor boy started running a temperature... maybe it was from all the efforts he had to exert to pacify ME... :( My bad... so in an act of penance, i made him peanut and chicken congee (mmm..... reminds me of times when i fall sick and mom makes that)
I guess girls are like that. It's not an excuse but all girls get days like that don't they? days when they feel lumpy and frumpy... days where they just want to curl up and the world to disappear... and it's nice when you have punching bag boyfriends on those days... boyfriends that can take the hit and come bouncing back like a Bu Dao Wong =)
he says i'm childish. *hrmph*
*stomps feet and flops on ground, kicking heels into the floor*
someone once said, not too long ago "but i really love you and sometimes i make mistakes"
Friday, April 07, 2006
We brought Peter and Niki out last night for a feast at Musashi. The germans had never had proper sushi and sashimi before and wanted to find out what it was like. After dinner, we headed of to an irish pub "paddy maguire" for a coupla of beers and then off to Bar Broadway for more beers and pool.
Peter =)
Don't be fooled by his goofy camera face. Niki is really cute with ashy blonde hair and bluish eyes. Jol's ethan hawke is *grimace* no where near in comparison.
Ian looking suave
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I have been a good girl at work. Instead of spending the better part of my mornings furiously blogging away, I have have been hard at work. I've realised that my days are too short. I need my full 8 hours of work to get things done and any slacking off on my part only serves to cause me more grief when I bring work home or work on the weekends.
anyway, life has been slow and mundane and I have nothing much to lament about i suppose
although the other day, I did have a moment of inspiration, reminiscent of my former self.
whilst on my way to work, sitting on the bus, and thinking about stuff as you do on long bus journeys, I wondered when was the precise moment I realised I had fallen in love.
and it was the feeling, when I woke up one morning and felt like I wanted to do so much for this person but yet, everything that I felt i could do for him would not ever be enough to show him how much i felt for him, which lead to the epiphany that I am in love.
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Poor ol mart was sick this morning. He had been tossing and turning in bed since the wee hours of dawn as he felt nauseous. All my attempts to get him to stick a couple of fingers down his throat to clear his system and make himself feel better was futile and he stubbornly refused to puke. when i asked him why he said he just didn't want to. where's the reason in that? if you feel sick, you puke.
anyway he suffered...
after a couple of hours when he roused me with his tossing once again, i tried telling him to retch it out saying I would help him and relief this time when he leapt out of bed and said ok. i sleepily got up and slowly pattered to the bathroom behind him but before i got there, i already heard him heaving away loudly...
literally bleah...
after some back stroking and more heaving, he was done. gave him a warm towel to wipe his face and a mug of warm water and voila, he was good as new and back with a vengence, behaving like an idiot, shaking his huge womanly ass at me. It made me laugh. =)
Finally, and quite suddenly too, he declared he was off to bed to sleep for another 12 hours and tottered off to bed, leaving me, bright-eyed and bushy tailed, to my own devices (where devices i mean laptop) and so i was finally able to get some blogging done.
oh something else note-worthy...
I told mart that I have been getting alot of responses for my online dating account and told him to check out the men that have been saying hi to me. He went online and read out the profiles of each of them and decided one of them sounded fun and sent a response back so we could be friends. I read that guy's profile a few days later and realised one thing. Mart and I had the same "taste" in men. That sounded good at first but then it actually is quite worrying since Mart does sounds quite faggoty when he tries to say "chey"... i wonder if his sexual identity is suspect *strokes chin*
anyway, back to the online dating guy... Self-deprecating humour is always good and I guess that was what stood out in his profile. the rest were either too boring, too short, too ugly or too old...
so anyway, this online dating guy dropped me an email giving me his msn details and now, he's on my list and chatting with me. I've just told him I have a boyfriend and I wonder if he's disappointed because he's wasted credits sending me and email... i hope not because he does sound like a person i'd like to be friends with.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Don't like snobs... especially social class snobs
Hate em...
With a vengence...
They make me feel icky...
Make me feel small...
Even though their snobbery is hardly ever directed at me,
And that's more because people are rarely snobbish to your face
but it sickens me to think that perhaps,
others could be laughing behind my back at me too...
But what really annoys me is
What gives them the right to be snobbish anyway?
Because they live in a nicer area?
Because they studied in better schools?
Because they look better? have more money? are smarter?
pppffft...
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Hate em...
With a vengence...
They make me feel icky...
Make me feel small...
Even though their snobbery is hardly ever directed at me,
And that's more because people are rarely snobbish to your face
but it sickens me to think that perhaps,
others could be laughing behind my back at me too...
But what really annoys me is
What gives them the right to be snobbish anyway?
Because they live in a nicer area?
Because they studied in better schools?
Because they look better? have more money? are smarter?
pppffft...
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Monday, April 03, 2006
i've been trying to write this blog entry like 5 times but i never get round to completing or saving it so it just gets lost in cyberspace. i'm getting tired of doing this over and over again so i'm just gonna give highlights of my birthday weekend which went really really well, all things considering.
Act I. eve of bday.
marty falls asleep before midnight and after midnight, i wake him up by thumping my index finger repeatedly on the tip of his nose so he can wish me a happy bday. i get sulky because he barely manages a grunt and right then, i decide not to celebrate my bday at all...
--> I'm afterall a girl and it's my prerogative to throw girl tantrums as and when i like to.
Act II. Morning of bday
wake up feeling much better about bday, decide not to go in to work. had breckie with marty in verandah. beautiful morning. chilly weather
Act III. Noon of bday
Lunch with beat, ee lin, sang, marty and some other colleagues. Sang passed me my bday party pack and i knew my bday was gonna be cool no matter how shitty the rest of the day turned out. this was sydney and nothing was gonna stop me. ROCK ON!!
Act IV. afternoon of bday.
persuaded beat to go shopping with mart and myself. went to oxford street where shopping is expensive but figured "hey it's my bday!!".... wanted to do major damage to bank account but barely managed a scratch. Darn... beat on the other hand was on a roll... t'was still great fun trying on weird caps, sunnies and clothes... lesson learnt: marty looks gay in a tilted cap.
Act V. evening of bday
invited beat over for simple dinner of puttanesca and angel hair.
Act VI. after dinner
wanted to give beat lift home but she said she needed to digest and wanted to stay a while longer... thought... "OK... weird for beat to say so considering boyfriend was waiting for her to bring dinner home and how would staying on at my place help digestion anyway"... ended up watching dumb video clips of the net. (please see www.angryaliens.com and www.youtube.com search for mad tv, parody of memoirs of a geisha for entertainment)
finally at around 9ish, thought to self... surely beat wants to go home now and suggested once again that i could send her home... Marty immediately pipes up eagerly "show beat the brokeback moutain bunnies clip!" (see www.angryaliens.com )... thought to self... "ok something is definitely up... can it be more obvious?" Apparently... i lean forward to search for the clip on my laptop and marty and beatrice who are seated on either side of me lean in towards each other and start whispering...
this was my cue to turn around and ask "ok... what the hell is going on"
can't anyone around here get a surprise right i wonder???
they put on their most guilty and sheepish face ever... i don't think they could ever win an emmy for acting... sigh....
so the truth came out,.... amanda was planning a surprise... wahaha... well surprise was on her.
Act VII. Amanda comes....
amanda sms-es mart telling him she's here and to get him to bring her in... mart is a wuss and doesn't tell amanda that i already know about the surprise... i drag beat into the stairwell outside my apartment door and wait for amanda to come so we can jump out and surprise her from behind... amanda, gen, karl and the 2 martins comes with a cake and flaming candles... they open the door slowly and quietly... i spring out from behind and say SURPRISE.... everyone turns around and looks at me... expressionless... my brow furrows and i feel like time has stood still... why aren't they surprised??? i say "surprise" again once more.... this time less enthusiastically and more unsure of myself... everyone springs to life just then and we all have a good laugh as i get birthday hugs from everyone... yay... apparently the estonians were stoned... that explains the lack of emotions...
Act VIII. Exchange hotel
went there for drinks, listen to live band, get wasted... ended early, went home to spend QUALITY time with the love of my life... had a great night with him chatting and bonding, went star gazing, saw bright shiny planet in the sky... fell in love all over again... SHHHWWWEEET!
Act IX. The morning and noon after the big night out
woke up and lazed in bed for 5 hours... i'm amazed... can you fucking believe that?? and we didn't even fall back to sleep... woke at 830 and actually got out of bed at 130 for lunch... went for shanghainese at ashfield... we were sooo famished... guo tie, fried rice and chinese pancakes... yummmmm
Act X. afternoon activities the day after the big night
went to glebe sappho books for great coffee... went walking in the glebe markets... went to park at broadway, played with cute dog that looked like toupee, decided to visit lisa and dom and check Pontoof out... (Pontoof is cute whippet that lisa and dom just got)... brought Pontoof to the park with Dom, played with several dogs.. headed off to mart's place to get tickets for play
Act XI. evening action
took a nap at mart's place, snuggled for a little while in front of heater... brrr.. cold night out. went to seymour theatre to watch play about beastiality -- "the goat or where is sylvia" is the title of the play... had drinks with mart's friend at the rose hotel after that.... and then had dinner at super bowl... hot congee and fried noodles for a cold wintery autumn night... went home, collapsed in bed after a short frolic.
Act XII. Sunday morning...
dragged mart up and met up with amanda for breckie... yay daylight savings... one more hour in the day... went to le petit creme for breakfast. hot viet waitress that victor drooled over still works there... put on a bit of weight though.. but then again doesn't everybody... went shopping in the city after that and put a $50 deposit on a $250 pair of boots.... YESH... finally... got something for meself... Mart buys me a 2nd bday present... a jamie oliver cookbook... Yay!!!! my idol.... i wonder if he is hinting something...
Act XIII. Sunday arvo.
Headed off to manly to meet up with peter... amanda, gen and karl came along... play beach volleyball and soccer... fun fun fun...
Act XIV. Sunday evening.
Sun down, get beers and big out on hungry jacks and cheap chinese cai fan... after dinner and beer guzzling, realised it was only 830pm... what the hell? night's still young so headed back to marty's place where there was tv watching and play station soccer playing... finally called the weekend over at 11~ish... Collapsed into bed at 12 midnight tired but satisfied that the weekend was well spent....
Act I. eve of bday.
marty falls asleep before midnight and after midnight, i wake him up by thumping my index finger repeatedly on the tip of his nose so he can wish me a happy bday. i get sulky because he barely manages a grunt and right then, i decide not to celebrate my bday at all...
--> I'm afterall a girl and it's my prerogative to throw girl tantrums as and when i like to.
Act II. Morning of bday
wake up feeling much better about bday, decide not to go in to work. had breckie with marty in verandah. beautiful morning. chilly weather
Act III. Noon of bday
Lunch with beat, ee lin, sang, marty and some other colleagues. Sang passed me my bday party pack and i knew my bday was gonna be cool no matter how shitty the rest of the day turned out. this was sydney and nothing was gonna stop me. ROCK ON!!
Act IV. afternoon of bday.
persuaded beat to go shopping with mart and myself. went to oxford street where shopping is expensive but figured "hey it's my bday!!".... wanted to do major damage to bank account but barely managed a scratch. Darn... beat on the other hand was on a roll... t'was still great fun trying on weird caps, sunnies and clothes... lesson learnt: marty looks gay in a tilted cap.
Act V. evening of bday
invited beat over for simple dinner of puttanesca and angel hair.
Act VI. after dinner
wanted to give beat lift home but she said she needed to digest and wanted to stay a while longer... thought... "OK... weird for beat to say so considering boyfriend was waiting for her to bring dinner home and how would staying on at my place help digestion anyway"... ended up watching dumb video clips of the net. (please see www.angryaliens.com and www.youtube.com search for mad tv, parody of memoirs of a geisha for entertainment)
finally at around 9ish, thought to self... surely beat wants to go home now and suggested once again that i could send her home... Marty immediately pipes up eagerly "show beat the brokeback moutain bunnies clip!" (see www.angryaliens.com )... thought to self... "ok something is definitely up... can it be more obvious?" Apparently... i lean forward to search for the clip on my laptop and marty and beatrice who are seated on either side of me lean in towards each other and start whispering...
this was my cue to turn around and ask "ok... what the hell is going on"
can't anyone around here get a surprise right i wonder???
they put on their most guilty and sheepish face ever... i don't think they could ever win an emmy for acting... sigh....
so the truth came out,.... amanda was planning a surprise... wahaha... well surprise was on her.
Act VII. Amanda comes....
amanda sms-es mart telling him she's here and to get him to bring her in... mart is a wuss and doesn't tell amanda that i already know about the surprise... i drag beat into the stairwell outside my apartment door and wait for amanda to come so we can jump out and surprise her from behind... amanda, gen, karl and the 2 martins comes with a cake and flaming candles... they open the door slowly and quietly... i spring out from behind and say SURPRISE.... everyone turns around and looks at me... expressionless... my brow furrows and i feel like time has stood still... why aren't they surprised??? i say "surprise" again once more.... this time less enthusiastically and more unsure of myself... everyone springs to life just then and we all have a good laugh as i get birthday hugs from everyone... yay... apparently the estonians were stoned... that explains the lack of emotions...
Act VIII. Exchange hotel
went there for drinks, listen to live band, get wasted... ended early, went home to spend QUALITY time with the love of my life... had a great night with him chatting and bonding, went star gazing, saw bright shiny planet in the sky... fell in love all over again... SHHHWWWEEET!
Act IX. The morning and noon after the big night out
woke up and lazed in bed for 5 hours... i'm amazed... can you fucking believe that?? and we didn't even fall back to sleep... woke at 830 and actually got out of bed at 130 for lunch... went for shanghainese at ashfield... we were sooo famished... guo tie, fried rice and chinese pancakes... yummmmm
Act X. afternoon activities the day after the big night
went to glebe sappho books for great coffee... went walking in the glebe markets... went to park at broadway, played with cute dog that looked like toupee, decided to visit lisa and dom and check Pontoof out... (Pontoof is cute whippet that lisa and dom just got)... brought Pontoof to the park with Dom, played with several dogs.. headed off to mart's place to get tickets for play
Act XI. evening action
took a nap at mart's place, snuggled for a little while in front of heater... brrr.. cold night out. went to seymour theatre to watch play about beastiality -- "the goat or where is sylvia" is the title of the play... had drinks with mart's friend at the rose hotel after that.... and then had dinner at super bowl... hot congee and fried noodles for a cold wintery autumn night... went home, collapsed in bed after a short frolic.
Act XII. Sunday morning...
dragged mart up and met up with amanda for breckie... yay daylight savings... one more hour in the day... went to le petit creme for breakfast. hot viet waitress that victor drooled over still works there... put on a bit of weight though.. but then again doesn't everybody... went shopping in the city after that and put a $50 deposit on a $250 pair of boots.... YESH... finally... got something for meself... Mart buys me a 2nd bday present... a jamie oliver cookbook... Yay!!!! my idol.... i wonder if he is hinting something...
Act XIII. Sunday arvo.
Headed off to manly to meet up with peter... amanda, gen and karl came along... play beach volleyball and soccer... fun fun fun...
Act XIV. Sunday evening.
Sun down, get beers and big out on hungry jacks and cheap chinese cai fan... after dinner and beer guzzling, realised it was only 830pm... what the hell? night's still young so headed back to marty's place where there was tv watching and play station soccer playing... finally called the weekend over at 11~ish... Collapsed into bed at 12 midnight tired but satisfied that the weekend was well spent....
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Been having a spate of bad luck lately. which is quite unfortunate considering how good my year has been to me so far. Work is still going good and my life prima facie, seems pretty good.
Last Saturday, i was in high spirits as i drove out early in the morning to do a spot of shopping, go to the gym and maybe a haircut. But five minutes from home and i realised the car was clumping along and i stopped in a small road to check my tyres. Buggeration. I had a flat. And because i'm really a dumb girl, i was absolutely clueless and called the one person i thought i could depend on. Yes. You should already know who i'm talking about and if you picked up the past tense then you already know where this is heading to.
So anyway, just my luck, getting a flat on a saturday morning. Bummer. At least i had a boyfriend i could depend on, or so i thought.
After frantically pleading for help on the phone, he gave me vague instructions to look in the boot for my spare tyre. I tried lifting up the carpeting but it didn't look like it would give and given i had no experience with cars whatsoever, i figured maybe this car didn't come with a spare.
After telling Mart that i didn't think i had a spare, i expected him to immediately offer to come down and help me out but surprise surprise, Mart told me to give NRMA (road side assistance) a call saying they'd fix me up easy. He actually helped me find the number for the NRMA...
how nice of him *dripping with sarcasm*
so i gave NRMA a call and found out the only thing they could do for me if i didn't have a spare, was to tow me to the nearest car workshop but for that, i had to pay a membership fee with them for about 240 bucks. So i figured it'd be better if my darling boyfriend went to the workshop, picked up a tyre and fixed my car up for me. $$ savings all around.
So i gave him a call again.
And this time, i was in for a bigger surprise. Not only did he not offer to come immediately to my rescue, he nonchalantly told me to get david to help me out. WHAT THE FUCK.
I was furious. Seething with anger would be quite an apt desciption in fact.
I secretly cursed myself for allowing myself to be dependent because of my ignorance. i quickly put down the phone with him and gave david a call to find out what were my options. fortunately, the car did have a spare and i decided i'd much rather pay 240 bucks to NRMA which i now consider to be the only friend i have in sydney when it comes to car break downs than to call the bum i call a boyfriend to help me out.
Whilst waiting for by NRMA buddy, who took an hour to come, mart called.
Mart: How's it going?
Me: *in most monotonous voice* fucked up. what do you expect
Mart: what did david say?
me: i found a spare tyre
mart: so what are you doing now?
Me: waiting for the NRMA guy to come
Mart: ok. how much to did you have to pay?
Me: 240 bucks
Mart: wow! didn't know that
I'm thinking: you fucking jerk. piss off
*silence ensues*
Mart: So how long will you have to wait
Me: *still in super sian voice* an hour
mart: oh ok
*silence again*
Mart: is there anything i can do to make you feel better?
Me: *snaps* you could have offered to come down
he comes up with whiny excuses that i've completely shut out
*silence*
if silence could kill, he would have been died many deaths
after prolonged silence and many deaths later, we awkwardly hung up the phone.
i tell myself that episode was an expensive lesson learnt that one should never ever depend on anyone else but i also started to wonder why the fuck was i in a relationship when i couldn't even depend on my boyfriend. I mean here i am, restricting my freedom to see more than one person when i can't even depend on the one person i'm seeing?? as if putting all my eggs in one basket isn't bad enough, i can't even take that basket with me!!!
after the tyre got fixed up, i drove angrily to the hairdresser and had a colour and a trim. after hours of being fussed over, i felt much better and even felt forgiving but the sms i saw on my phone immediately after only served to push my buttons further.
It read: i'm sorry i kinda contributed to your crummy day.
KINDA CONTRIBUTED??!!!!
he's the sole fucking reason.
MEN can be such imbeciles
i seethed and i seethed and i seethed some more
i felt like a boiling cauldron, on the verge of overflowing with rage.
and so i replied him, an hour later, when my anger had lessen and i didn't feel like a raving loony..
and the gist of it was something along the lines of.... in case you didn't realise, YOU're the only reason why i'm having a crummy day. getting a flat tyre is no biggie but you not coming to help me out was a real disappointment etc...
as expected, he called back quickly to apologise but by then it was too late and my anger took over and i couldn't help but rant at him for not being there for me et cetera.
In his defence, he said: i really love you but sometimes i make mistakes too...
and because i'm such a nice softy, i felt bad for making him feel bad and couldn't be angry at him anymore...
LIKE WAT THE FUCK??!!!
he should be skewered on a satay stick and roasted in the deepest regions of hell for making me feel helpless and paying 240 bucks just to get someone to put in a new wheel.
beatrice thinks that aussie men are like that. it's just not in their culture to take care of their girlfriends.
I'm still pissed when i think about it.
Like why the fuck do i have to put things into perspective for these blundering idiots and by blundering idiots i mean MEN
example:
I asked him: so would you help your mom out if she called you about her flat?
Him: no... cos she has an NRMA membership. She woulda called them
Me: *thinking what the fuck!!!* well... *impatience mounting* what if SHE DIDN"T???
Him: *sheepishly* err... i'd go help her out
Me: UH HUH....... *raging*
what is the problem with men. why can't they do the right thing sometimes?
even a week later, i still rage at the thought of this and a whole string of expletives come to mind.
chee byeeeeeeee
Last Saturday, i was in high spirits as i drove out early in the morning to do a spot of shopping, go to the gym and maybe a haircut. But five minutes from home and i realised the car was clumping along and i stopped in a small road to check my tyres. Buggeration. I had a flat. And because i'm really a dumb girl, i was absolutely clueless and called the one person i thought i could depend on. Yes. You should already know who i'm talking about and if you picked up the past tense then you already know where this is heading to.
So anyway, just my luck, getting a flat on a saturday morning. Bummer. At least i had a boyfriend i could depend on, or so i thought.
After frantically pleading for help on the phone, he gave me vague instructions to look in the boot for my spare tyre. I tried lifting up the carpeting but it didn't look like it would give and given i had no experience with cars whatsoever, i figured maybe this car didn't come with a spare.
After telling Mart that i didn't think i had a spare, i expected him to immediately offer to come down and help me out but surprise surprise, Mart told me to give NRMA (road side assistance) a call saying they'd fix me up easy. He actually helped me find the number for the NRMA...
how nice of him *dripping with sarcasm*
so i gave NRMA a call and found out the only thing they could do for me if i didn't have a spare, was to tow me to the nearest car workshop but for that, i had to pay a membership fee with them for about 240 bucks. So i figured it'd be better if my darling boyfriend went to the workshop, picked up a tyre and fixed my car up for me. $$ savings all around.
So i gave him a call again.
And this time, i was in for a bigger surprise. Not only did he not offer to come immediately to my rescue, he nonchalantly told me to get david to help me out. WHAT THE FUCK.
I was furious. Seething with anger would be quite an apt desciption in fact.
I secretly cursed myself for allowing myself to be dependent because of my ignorance. i quickly put down the phone with him and gave david a call to find out what were my options. fortunately, the car did have a spare and i decided i'd much rather pay 240 bucks to NRMA which i now consider to be the only friend i have in sydney when it comes to car break downs than to call the bum i call a boyfriend to help me out.
Whilst waiting for by NRMA buddy, who took an hour to come, mart called.
Mart: How's it going?
Me: *in most monotonous voice* fucked up. what do you expect
Mart: what did david say?
me: i found a spare tyre
mart: so what are you doing now?
Me: waiting for the NRMA guy to come
Mart: ok. how much to did you have to pay?
Me: 240 bucks
Mart: wow! didn't know that
I'm thinking: you fucking jerk. piss off
*silence ensues*
Mart: So how long will you have to wait
Me: *still in super sian voice* an hour
mart: oh ok
*silence again*
Mart: is there anything i can do to make you feel better?
Me: *snaps* you could have offered to come down
he comes up with whiny excuses that i've completely shut out
*silence*
if silence could kill, he would have been died many deaths
after prolonged silence and many deaths later, we awkwardly hung up the phone.
i tell myself that episode was an expensive lesson learnt that one should never ever depend on anyone else but i also started to wonder why the fuck was i in a relationship when i couldn't even depend on my boyfriend. I mean here i am, restricting my freedom to see more than one person when i can't even depend on the one person i'm seeing?? as if putting all my eggs in one basket isn't bad enough, i can't even take that basket with me!!!
after the tyre got fixed up, i drove angrily to the hairdresser and had a colour and a trim. after hours of being fussed over, i felt much better and even felt forgiving but the sms i saw on my phone immediately after only served to push my buttons further.
It read: i'm sorry i kinda contributed to your crummy day.
KINDA CONTRIBUTED??!!!!
he's the sole fucking reason.
MEN can be such imbeciles
i seethed and i seethed and i seethed some more
i felt like a boiling cauldron, on the verge of overflowing with rage.
and so i replied him, an hour later, when my anger had lessen and i didn't feel like a raving loony..
and the gist of it was something along the lines of.... in case you didn't realise, YOU're the only reason why i'm having a crummy day. getting a flat tyre is no biggie but you not coming to help me out was a real disappointment etc...
as expected, he called back quickly to apologise but by then it was too late and my anger took over and i couldn't help but rant at him for not being there for me et cetera.
In his defence, he said: i really love you but sometimes i make mistakes too...
and because i'm such a nice softy, i felt bad for making him feel bad and couldn't be angry at him anymore...
LIKE WAT THE FUCK??!!!
he should be skewered on a satay stick and roasted in the deepest regions of hell for making me feel helpless and paying 240 bucks just to get someone to put in a new wheel.
beatrice thinks that aussie men are like that. it's just not in their culture to take care of their girlfriends.
I'm still pissed when i think about it.
Like why the fuck do i have to put things into perspective for these blundering idiots and by blundering idiots i mean MEN
example:
I asked him: so would you help your mom out if she called you about her flat?
Him: no... cos she has an NRMA membership. She woulda called them
Me: *thinking what the fuck!!!* well... *impatience mounting* what if SHE DIDN"T???
Him: *sheepishly* err... i'd go help her out
Me: UH HUH....... *raging*
what is the problem with men. why can't they do the right thing sometimes?
even a week later, i still rage at the thought of this and a whole string of expletives come to mind.
chee byeeeeeeee
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Our fortune cookies
Had dinner with Matt the other day. If you're wondering who matt is, he's francis aka frankie's friend from brissy who came down with rod and dan sometime last year. around May i think... and Dan ran down the corridor of their hotel naked... (see archives for entry)...
So anyway, had dinner at this chinese restaurant because dear ol matt loves his chinese food (as well as his chinese girls i found out) and after the dinner, they brought out fortune cookies for us... =) how exciting... after reading zhing's blog a couple of weeks ago where she had a picture of fortune cookies she had in a chinese restaurant, i was under the impression that only in america did you get fortune cookies. But lo and behold, you get them in North Sydeny, Greenwood Seafood Restaurant as well...
According to Mart, if you add the 2 words "in bed" after a fortune cookie fortune, you sometimes get something funky.
So, what did the cookies tell about our fortunes?
Marty's --> You'll always be successful in your business or professional career (""in bed" - haha)
Note the always in his fortune.
Ian's fortune was mostest coolest. His read 'there's a prospect of a thrilling time ahead for you ("in bed" - FUNNY!)" and guess what? Ian's going over to BeiJing on a one week business trip. A white guy in china? a thrilling time seems like an understatement.
Mine i reckon was the most cryptic... it read "think like a person of action, and act like a person of thought"
*scratches head*
so does it mean i should be impulsive but yet think through my actions carefully?
ian reckons i should just sit there and go... "ok i'm gonna do this now! Noooooooooo... wait a minue, what if... NO!! NOW!!! but then........................................"
sounds schizo...
and then even if i did that, it would ultimately mean i'm wishy washy and probably acting more like a person of thought albeit idiotic thoughts than thinking like a person of action.
cheem
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
It's really funny, when in the ladies, from behind closed cubicle doors, you hear the sound of piss wooshing into the bowl followed by a bubbly fart... and then you wonder who the hell is inside that cubicle, perhaps even lingering (if you don't get too paranoid about the smell) for a little while to see if you can catch sight of said farter.
There's an unwritten rule about pissing and farting in public toilets. But before we digress further, a quick foray into the unwritten rule of pissing and farting in public toilets.
It is widely acknowledged that whilst in use of public toilets where cubicles are created by mere partitions hence allowing for sound to travel easily throughout the entire toilet, one should exercise restraint in letting go of one's stomach gases so as to cause little if not no noise disturbance to the other toilet users. This is to ensure no distress is caused to others and no embarrassment is caused to oneself.
Anyway, not all girls abide by aforementioned rule. As usual, you get the non-conformists. However, there is a difference in the renegades of public piss farting ettiquette and the renegades of generally all other rules in life. The difference being that public piss farting renegades are not of the hip and trendy sort, rather they are usually, old and dowdy... generally uncool and hence the nonchalance. =)
So why the sudden discussion about public piss farting you ask?
*Sheepish*
Whilst taking a piss this morning, i absentmindly let one long happy fart go... happy because it sounded all bubbly *blub blub* so i was like pissing away and my mind was drifting when suddenly the inspiration to fart came about and i started letting one go...
and as the fart continued bubbling out, I soon started wondering if this could go down into the anals of the guiness book of records for longest fart ever (speaking of which i wonder if there is such a record... most probably aye) when i suddenly realised that oopsie... quite inconsiderate of me to consider the feelings of the other toilet users whom i presume at this time were making quick escape plans before the place stank up (i'd like the record to state that there was no stench).
Of course the ones in the cubicles quietly going about their business couldn't make as quick an escape as they hoped...
i was mildly ashamed of myself (if that's even possible) and decided i would stay hidden in the cubicle until everyone left hence avoiding the accusatory stares i might have otherwise been subjected to.
fortunately, after much toilet paper rustling and toilet flushing the toilet was emptied and i slunk out sheepishly (after washing my hands of course)
So... I disobeyed the unwritten public piss farting rule... which would mean that either i'm old and dowdy, i'm getting alzhiemers or BOTH...
In parting, i wonder why we feel obliged to obey the unwritten public piss farting rule. what a pity methinks cos shouldn't the joys of a most satisfying fart, a long bubbly one let off whilst taking a pee be shared?
There's an unwritten rule about pissing and farting in public toilets. But before we digress further, a quick foray into the unwritten rule of pissing and farting in public toilets.
It is widely acknowledged that whilst in use of public toilets where cubicles are created by mere partitions hence allowing for sound to travel easily throughout the entire toilet, one should exercise restraint in letting go of one's stomach gases so as to cause little if not no noise disturbance to the other toilet users. This is to ensure no distress is caused to others and no embarrassment is caused to oneself.
Anyway, not all girls abide by aforementioned rule. As usual, you get the non-conformists. However, there is a difference in the renegades of public piss farting ettiquette and the renegades of generally all other rules in life. The difference being that public piss farting renegades are not of the hip and trendy sort, rather they are usually, old and dowdy... generally uncool and hence the nonchalance. =)
So why the sudden discussion about public piss farting you ask?
*Sheepish*
Whilst taking a piss this morning, i absentmindly let one long happy fart go... happy because it sounded all bubbly *blub blub* so i was like pissing away and my mind was drifting when suddenly the inspiration to fart came about and i started letting one go...
and as the fart continued bubbling out, I soon started wondering if this could go down into the anals of the guiness book of records for longest fart ever (speaking of which i wonder if there is such a record... most probably aye) when i suddenly realised that oopsie... quite inconsiderate of me to consider the feelings of the other toilet users whom i presume at this time were making quick escape plans before the place stank up (i'd like the record to state that there was no stench).
Of course the ones in the cubicles quietly going about their business couldn't make as quick an escape as they hoped...
i was mildly ashamed of myself (if that's even possible) and decided i would stay hidden in the cubicle until everyone left hence avoiding the accusatory stares i might have otherwise been subjected to.
fortunately, after much toilet paper rustling and toilet flushing the toilet was emptied and i slunk out sheepishly (after washing my hands of course)
So... I disobeyed the unwritten public piss farting rule... which would mean that either i'm old and dowdy, i'm getting alzhiemers or BOTH...
In parting, i wonder why we feel obliged to obey the unwritten public piss farting rule. what a pity methinks cos shouldn't the joys of a most satisfying fart, a long bubbly one let off whilst taking a pee be shared?
Monday, March 20, 2006
It was Amanda's bday today. Met up with her and wanted to have dinner at a Vietnamese restaurant along George Street but by the time French lesson ended, the restaurant was closed for the day so we went to good ol superbowl instead.
Don't be fooled by the Ang Mohish name. It's really quite a fantabulous restaurant for cheap hongkong cuisine served up by real hongkongers. you get the greasy chinese restaurant floor, the weak chinese tea in metal pots, the chaos and also the efficient clearing of tables which consists of sloshing gravy into one big plate and staking all other plates up with gravy filled plate at the top most.
Amanda: yao mo ping suey ( do you have iced water)
Waiter: pink suey??? *in a gwei lou accent*
Amanda: iced water
Waiter: orh.... peng suey...
Amanda & me: *laughs* heh heh....
we are hongky wanabes.... and we get a lesson in proper cantonese enunciation.
Dinner was great. Plain white rice with yummy dishes... haven't had that in yonks... i miss home and home cooked food. We had stewed beef brisket and radish, kai lan and oyster sauce, dough sticks, deep fried crispy beef, ba wang chicken and deep fried squid with spicy salt. The best way to feel warm and fuzzy inside is to have hot food down the gullet.... mmm....
Weather in sydney is turing cool. A sign of wintery months ahead. In a blink of an eye, summer is over. Sigh... so much for living it up this summer. It seems i've barely achieved anything. was initially planning to hermitise myself this week to get myself up to speed with the banal necessities of existence like laundry, ironing and the like but then life is to bleeding short to be tied down by unnecessary necessities.
anyway, amidst our little celebration, both of us felt a tinge of melancholia. It was sobering to realise that we're so far away from home. The yummy dinner that reminds me of zhi char at kopitiams, the absence of close friends who care... family...
not that celebrating birthdays was ever that big a deal to me but it's sad when you feel that no one in sydney would really take the effort to. And i feel bad that i didn't make more of an effort for Amanda's bday too... Bah... i'm a bad friend...
Fortunately, the guys were really sweet. Gen drew her a little portrait which i thought was so sweet and they bought her a pudgee toy and gave her flowers and balloons.... awww.... which also kinda reminded me of my bday when eugene, wen cong, hector et al came to my place, bought me a balloon and gave me mr bean's bear... and then the realisation that my friends are all NOT HERE..... waahhhh.............. wahhhhh...... waaahhh........
if only i could transport them here... *sniffles*
Don't be fooled by the Ang Mohish name. It's really quite a fantabulous restaurant for cheap hongkong cuisine served up by real hongkongers. you get the greasy chinese restaurant floor, the weak chinese tea in metal pots, the chaos and also the efficient clearing of tables which consists of sloshing gravy into one big plate and staking all other plates up with gravy filled plate at the top most.
Amanda: yao mo ping suey ( do you have iced water)
Waiter: pink suey??? *in a gwei lou accent*
Amanda: iced water
Waiter: orh.... peng suey...
Amanda & me: *laughs* heh heh....
we are hongky wanabes.... and we get a lesson in proper cantonese enunciation.
Dinner was great. Plain white rice with yummy dishes... haven't had that in yonks... i miss home and home cooked food. We had stewed beef brisket and radish, kai lan and oyster sauce, dough sticks, deep fried crispy beef, ba wang chicken and deep fried squid with spicy salt. The best way to feel warm and fuzzy inside is to have hot food down the gullet.... mmm....
Weather in sydney is turing cool. A sign of wintery months ahead. In a blink of an eye, summer is over. Sigh... so much for living it up this summer. It seems i've barely achieved anything. was initially planning to hermitise myself this week to get myself up to speed with the banal necessities of existence like laundry, ironing and the like but then life is to bleeding short to be tied down by unnecessary necessities.
anyway, amidst our little celebration, both of us felt a tinge of melancholia. It was sobering to realise that we're so far away from home. The yummy dinner that reminds me of zhi char at kopitiams, the absence of close friends who care... family...
not that celebrating birthdays was ever that big a deal to me but it's sad when you feel that no one in sydney would really take the effort to. And i feel bad that i didn't make more of an effort for Amanda's bday too... Bah... i'm a bad friend...
Fortunately, the guys were really sweet. Gen drew her a little portrait which i thought was so sweet and they bought her a pudgee toy and gave her flowers and balloons.... awww.... which also kinda reminded me of my bday when eugene, wen cong, hector et al came to my place, bought me a balloon and gave me mr bean's bear... and then the realisation that my friends are all NOT HERE..... waahhhh.............. wahhhhh...... waaahhh........
if only i could transport them here... *sniffles*
Saturday, March 18, 2006
went up to Mart's parent's place at sanctuary point over the weekend.
The road trip got off to a rather rocky start due to the St Patrick day's traffic. It seemed as if everyone was hitting the pubs for a green guiness except for the both of us. Traffic into the city was absolutely horrendous and we were starving and getting a little cranky. Not so much at each other but moods were slightly grumpy...
we finally gave up in the city and headed east towards kingsford (chinese populated suburb) in the hopes that the chinese people there were not as keen on celebrating St Pat's as the rest of the sydneysiders...
after filling our tummies at the first empty looking chinese restaurant we found, we both agreed we were in better spirits and gave each other a reassuring hug and officially began our drive down south =)
the drive down was boring really... it was night and there were no street lights along the highway... i can't imagine how mart kept awake but he did and we got there unscathed, plonk our stuff down, had a mini tour of the house and collapsed into bed sound asleep.
most unfortunately, woke up saturday morning to a rather cloudy day but that didn't deter us from making a trip to the beach. oh the beach the beach... it had sand that was so fine it squeaks when you shuffle your feet. i know it sounds hard to believe that sand squeaks but it did... the water was bluish even though the sky was overcast. (did you know that the sea is blue because it reflects the colour of the sky?) It was also unbelievably clean. the only things that were washed up were blue bottles (portugese man of war) and seaweed. No washed up plastic bottles, no plastic bags, cigarette butts nothing...
we took a walk along some rocks which created a mini lagoon where the water was shallow and clear and we could clearly see the sandy bottom...
after our beach stroll, we drove into the little town centre where Mart's mom operated a pharmacy. we bought a pie and a chocolate mud muffin from the bakery next door and they both turned out delicious. the pie had a layer of sweet peas over mince... mm.... and the chocolate mud muffin had a funky layer of chocolate icing. both tasted homemade. i guess you can't go wrong with homemade food. we sat on a wooden log thingy and ate.... enjoying the quiet, the slow pace of life and each other.
everything was unhurried.
by the time we got back home, it was barely 12 noon and we prepared risotto for lunch and then watched "love me if you dare" --> if you haven't watch it you don't know what you're missing. This is like the 2nd time i'm watching this show. Mart knows i really like this movie and bought it was a surprise for me... aww...
after the movie, we walked to the nearby store and bought ice cream and took a walk and kicked a soccer ball in the reserve at the back of his house along St George's basin. we were kinda hoping to spot kangeroos but all we did was spot their shit... darn!! i had to go back in when i realised that the mozzies were feasting on me...
after which we repeated the routine of preparing dinner, watching a dvd and sleep...
sunday morning, woke up, had breckie, played boggle where i lost to mart. i've gotta hand it to him though.. he came up with far more funky words than i did...
we commenced the drive back home at about 11 and stopped at a town, Berry for lunch. Berry is really a cute town. with a motel having a facade entirely covered in car rims, quaint shops selling cute household items, a flea market selling antiques, lots of little cafes and book stores. We had lunch at a cafe with a shady courtyard and before setting off home, we stopped at a trucker stop selling fresh donuts which are fried up only when you order them and dusted with cinnamon and sugar. mmm....
the drive back home from berry was just breath-takingly beautiful with sprawling hills, wineyards, horses and cows languishing in fields, emu farms, more fields, more forests, more hills, winding roads and road trippy music like summer of 69 and travelling at speeds of 110km... i start getting wild ideas in my head of winning millions in the lottery and buying a wineyard or a farm and living out the rest of my life in the country.
now back to city life and reality... bleah
The road trip got off to a rather rocky start due to the St Patrick day's traffic. It seemed as if everyone was hitting the pubs for a green guiness except for the both of us. Traffic into the city was absolutely horrendous and we were starving and getting a little cranky. Not so much at each other but moods were slightly grumpy...
we finally gave up in the city and headed east towards kingsford (chinese populated suburb) in the hopes that the chinese people there were not as keen on celebrating St Pat's as the rest of the sydneysiders...
after filling our tummies at the first empty looking chinese restaurant we found, we both agreed we were in better spirits and gave each other a reassuring hug and officially began our drive down south =)
the drive down was boring really... it was night and there were no street lights along the highway... i can't imagine how mart kept awake but he did and we got there unscathed, plonk our stuff down, had a mini tour of the house and collapsed into bed sound asleep.
most unfortunately, woke up saturday morning to a rather cloudy day but that didn't deter us from making a trip to the beach. oh the beach the beach... it had sand that was so fine it squeaks when you shuffle your feet. i know it sounds hard to believe that sand squeaks but it did... the water was bluish even though the sky was overcast. (did you know that the sea is blue because it reflects the colour of the sky?) It was also unbelievably clean. the only things that were washed up were blue bottles (portugese man of war) and seaweed. No washed up plastic bottles, no plastic bags, cigarette butts nothing...
we took a walk along some rocks which created a mini lagoon where the water was shallow and clear and we could clearly see the sandy bottom...
after our beach stroll, we drove into the little town centre where Mart's mom operated a pharmacy. we bought a pie and a chocolate mud muffin from the bakery next door and they both turned out delicious. the pie had a layer of sweet peas over mince... mm.... and the chocolate mud muffin had a funky layer of chocolate icing. both tasted homemade. i guess you can't go wrong with homemade food. we sat on a wooden log thingy and ate.... enjoying the quiet, the slow pace of life and each other.
everything was unhurried.
by the time we got back home, it was barely 12 noon and we prepared risotto for lunch and then watched "love me if you dare" --> if you haven't watch it you don't know what you're missing. This is like the 2nd time i'm watching this show. Mart knows i really like this movie and bought it was a surprise for me... aww...
after the movie, we walked to the nearby store and bought ice cream and took a walk and kicked a soccer ball in the reserve at the back of his house along St George's basin. we were kinda hoping to spot kangeroos but all we did was spot their shit... darn!! i had to go back in when i realised that the mozzies were feasting on me...
after which we repeated the routine of preparing dinner, watching a dvd and sleep...
sunday morning, woke up, had breckie, played boggle where i lost to mart. i've gotta hand it to him though.. he came up with far more funky words than i did...
we commenced the drive back home at about 11 and stopped at a town, Berry for lunch. Berry is really a cute town. with a motel having a facade entirely covered in car rims, quaint shops selling cute household items, a flea market selling antiques, lots of little cafes and book stores. We had lunch at a cafe with a shady courtyard and before setting off home, we stopped at a trucker stop selling fresh donuts which are fried up only when you order them and dusted with cinnamon and sugar. mmm....
the drive back home from berry was just breath-takingly beautiful with sprawling hills, wineyards, horses and cows languishing in fields, emu farms, more fields, more forests, more hills, winding roads and road trippy music like summer of 69 and travelling at speeds of 110km... i start getting wild ideas in my head of winning millions in the lottery and buying a wineyard or a farm and living out the rest of my life in the country.
now back to city life and reality... bleah
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
the slob
my boyfriend became officially unemployed last friday in order to fulfill his dream of becoming a useless flea ridden bum that plays world of warcraft all day long. where he intends to get his fleas i have no idea.
Anyway, it's our 2 month aniversary. 15th... i completely forgot *ashamed* but he remembered. So he made the "long and arduous" (HE DROVE AND PARKED IN MY OFFICE) journey of travelling down from Chatswood to the city just to have lunch with Moi........
but horrors of horrors, imagine how aghast i was when the lift doors (at my office lobby might i add) parted to reveal my geek of a boyfriend in what looked like the t-shirt he slept in with creases and all of a suspicious looking shade of grey... and to add to the look, a pair of crumply cargos of a similar greyish hue. Did i mention the t-shirt had a stretched collar as well? was this part of his plan to become a flea ridden dirtbag?
I didn't know if I should laugh or cry...
and mostly, i felt like bouncing off the walls...
i gave him a perfunctory hug and pulled away quite quickly... trying to keep a distance
ok i admit... i was embarrassed...
i crossed my fingers and hoped no one who knew me would see me with this living origami...
Noticing the unusual great show of affection on my part, Marty kinda sussed that i wasn't exactly thrilled about his attire and happily declared "hey... i've got hobo gloves in here... let me just put them on..." (hobo gloves think gloves with the fingers cut off)
and... "there's a hole in the underarm of my t-shirt"
*big grin on his face*
Nooooooo i screamed silently... as i gaped at him in disbelief... what was wrong with him or was it me?? (begs the age old question of who is the bigger the loser. The loser himself? or the one that actually likes the loser?)
i swear he probably does this just to get some reaction from me...
woe be to me...
i refuse to look at his armpits and start chanting a little mantra in my head...
"out of sight, out of mind. out of sight, out of mind"
Me: you look like you're wearing the clothes you slept in.
Mart (proudly): I am wearing the clothes i sleep in
Me: No... you slept naked last night
Mart: yeah i usually wear this t-shirt to bed.
Me: How could you wear this out. you're unbelievable
Mart: I was wearing this at home and i was rushing out to meet you so i forgot
Me: Forgot? How could you? Would you rush out in your boxers?
Mart: No... cos i wouldn't be wearing my boxes and walking around at home
Me: and so you would wear cargos and a t-shirt at home but not dress up better to go out.
Mart: Yeah of course. What if a burglar comes? I wouldn't want to be seen in boxers.
Me: Right of course!! (i see the light now... my boyfriend is retarded)
I sighed inwardly and reminded myself of the reasons why i like him... cos he's sweet, cute, tall, smart, funny and he loves me to bits.... but is it enough for me to justify dating a daggy dresser???
so throughout lunch, i refuse to look below his neck. which is really hard when you're dating someone tall... so how do you manage? you stand side by side at traffice lights, keep your eyes focused ahead and think happy thoughts. of course, once seated at lunch, things get a whole lot easier...
a little while later
After i got off work, Mart came by to the city to pick me up again... in the same ghetto get up... and this time...
"i just bladed from Chatswood to Artamon"
Great... now he's sweaty and maybe even stinky to boot...
i narrow my eyes at him, shake my head and stare at the road straight ahead...
after dinner, i try to make him see my point of view...
Me: Ok... imagine if you were working in the city right? and i came in to meet you for lunch dressed in my PJs.... How would you feel?
Mart: that'd be cool
Me: What would your colleagues think?
Mart: See, in IT it's different
In my head i silently curse the IT profession and their unwritten rule about wearing crappy clothes to work
Me: What if you had to wear shirts and pants to work? and i turned up in PJs
Mart: They'd go "COOL!! you have a girlfriend!! we just play computer games"
I couldn't help but laugh although images of him bending over so i could kick his arse popped in my head.
But just when i thought he couldn't get any worse, he out does himself my showing me the tear in his t-shirt...
Might i add, he did so with pride...
it's so big you could fit a fist in... yet he doesn't see what's wrong
yeeeeeeeeaaaaggghhhhhhhhh.................
Someone kill me puh... leaseeeeeeee.........
Anyway, it's our 2 month aniversary. 15th... i completely forgot *ashamed* but he remembered. So he made the "long and arduous" (HE DROVE AND PARKED IN MY OFFICE) journey of travelling down from Chatswood to the city just to have lunch with Moi........
but horrors of horrors, imagine how aghast i was when the lift doors (at my office lobby might i add) parted to reveal my geek of a boyfriend in what looked like the t-shirt he slept in with creases and all of a suspicious looking shade of grey... and to add to the look, a pair of crumply cargos of a similar greyish hue. Did i mention the t-shirt had a stretched collar as well? was this part of his plan to become a flea ridden dirtbag?
I didn't know if I should laugh or cry...
and mostly, i felt like bouncing off the walls...
i gave him a perfunctory hug and pulled away quite quickly... trying to keep a distance
ok i admit... i was embarrassed...
i crossed my fingers and hoped no one who knew me would see me with this living origami...
Noticing the unusual great show of affection on my part, Marty kinda sussed that i wasn't exactly thrilled about his attire and happily declared "hey... i've got hobo gloves in here... let me just put them on..." (hobo gloves think gloves with the fingers cut off)
and... "there's a hole in the underarm of my t-shirt"
*big grin on his face*
Nooooooo i screamed silently... as i gaped at him in disbelief... what was wrong with him or was it me?? (begs the age old question of who is the bigger the loser. The loser himself? or the one that actually likes the loser?)
i swear he probably does this just to get some reaction from me...
woe be to me...
i refuse to look at his armpits and start chanting a little mantra in my head...
"out of sight, out of mind. out of sight, out of mind"
Me: you look like you're wearing the clothes you slept in.
Mart (proudly): I am wearing the clothes i sleep in
Me: No... you slept naked last night
Mart: yeah i usually wear this t-shirt to bed.
Me: How could you wear this out. you're unbelievable
Mart: I was wearing this at home and i was rushing out to meet you so i forgot
Me: Forgot? How could you? Would you rush out in your boxers?
Mart: No... cos i wouldn't be wearing my boxes and walking around at home
Me: and so you would wear cargos and a t-shirt at home but not dress up better to go out.
Mart: Yeah of course. What if a burglar comes? I wouldn't want to be seen in boxers.
Me: Right of course!! (i see the light now... my boyfriend is retarded)
I sighed inwardly and reminded myself of the reasons why i like him... cos he's sweet, cute, tall, smart, funny and he loves me to bits.... but is it enough for me to justify dating a daggy dresser???
so throughout lunch, i refuse to look below his neck. which is really hard when you're dating someone tall... so how do you manage? you stand side by side at traffice lights, keep your eyes focused ahead and think happy thoughts. of course, once seated at lunch, things get a whole lot easier...
a little while later
After i got off work, Mart came by to the city to pick me up again... in the same ghetto get up... and this time...
"i just bladed from Chatswood to Artamon"
Great... now he's sweaty and maybe even stinky to boot...
i narrow my eyes at him, shake my head and stare at the road straight ahead...
after dinner, i try to make him see my point of view...
Me: Ok... imagine if you were working in the city right? and i came in to meet you for lunch dressed in my PJs.... How would you feel?
Mart: that'd be cool
Me: What would your colleagues think?
Mart: See, in IT it's different
In my head i silently curse the IT profession and their unwritten rule about wearing crappy clothes to work
Me: What if you had to wear shirts and pants to work? and i turned up in PJs
Mart: They'd go "COOL!! you have a girlfriend!! we just play computer games"
I couldn't help but laugh although images of him bending over so i could kick his arse popped in my head.
But just when i thought he couldn't get any worse, he out does himself my showing me the tear in his t-shirt...
Might i add, he did so with pride...
it's so big you could fit a fist in... yet he doesn't see what's wrong
yeeeeeeeeaaaaggghhhhhhhhh.................
Someone kill me puh... leaseeeeeeee.........
The "Z" monster
i got woken up in the middle of the night to a weird wooshy noise... it sounded not too different from a whale's blowhole. Or the sound of air being expelled from pursed lips.
*ppppffffffff*
I tried to ignore the disturbance but i could feel myself slowly rising from my slumber...
*uurrgghhh..........*
i grunted irritably at the oaf next to me...
the only response i got, more blowing.....
i slapped my hand feebly at the beached whale....
the blowing stopped.....
I felt relief....
ahh..... back to slumberland....
dozing..... dozing.....
*pppppfffff*
Damn!!!
try ignoring.....
"sleep.. sleep..." i tell myself
as if in defiance, a couple of superbly loud blows......
*PPPPPFFFFFF*
*PPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFF*
arghh.............
i resort to violence of the prodding, shoving and toe jamming nature but the beast could not be aroused.
finally....
i implored, "babeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... i can't sleeep!!!"
and it goes, "I can't help it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (and he denied any recollection of this the next day)
from a tip i got off a website on how to date geeks, it mentioned the best way to communicate with a geek is via emails... so the next morning, i send him this...
On 15/03/06, Mindy Chia wrote:
To whom it may concern,
I'm writing in to complain about noise disturbance that I experienced whilst in the midst of my slumber last night.
I was rudely awoken by strange whooshing noises that were reptitive and quite loud. They seem to have come from this huge and cumberous form lying next to me. Any form of prodding, shoving and toe jamming of the source failed to stop said noise pollution and it was hard for me to fall back to sleep.
Can you kindly see what can be done about this.
Much appreciated
and his reply?
From :
Martin Butler
Sent :
Tuesday, March 14, 2006 11:12 PM
To :
"Mindy Chia"
Subject : Re: noise disturbance
Dear Mademoiselle,
I understand your concerns and will take steps to see that the culprits are suitably punished. I am as surprised as you are that toe jamming of the source failed to solve the problem, as this works in 99% of the world's problems (our push to cure world hunger through toe jamming is progressing apace of projections). What time were you rudely awoken by this cur? We will endeavour to keep you up to date on actions taken in this matter.
Yours with concern,
Hon. Martin Butler MP
*ppppffffffff*
I tried to ignore the disturbance but i could feel myself slowly rising from my slumber...
*uurrgghhh..........*
i grunted irritably at the oaf next to me...
the only response i got, more blowing.....
i slapped my hand feebly at the beached whale....
the blowing stopped.....
I felt relief....
ahh..... back to slumberland....
dozing..... dozing.....
*pppppfffff*
Damn!!!
try ignoring.....
"sleep.. sleep..." i tell myself
as if in defiance, a couple of superbly loud blows......
*PPPPPFFFFFF*
*PPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFF*
arghh.............
i resort to violence of the prodding, shoving and toe jamming nature but the beast could not be aroused.
finally....
i implored, "babeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... i can't sleeep!!!"
and it goes, "I can't help it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (and he denied any recollection of this the next day)
from a tip i got off a website on how to date geeks, it mentioned the best way to communicate with a geek is via emails... so the next morning, i send him this...
On 15/03/06, Mindy Chia wrote:
To whom it may concern,
I'm writing in to complain about noise disturbance that I experienced whilst in the midst of my slumber last night.
I was rudely awoken by strange whooshing noises that were reptitive and quite loud. They seem to have come from this huge and cumberous form lying next to me. Any form of prodding, shoving and toe jamming of the source failed to stop said noise pollution and it was hard for me to fall back to sleep.
Can you kindly see what can be done about this.
Much appreciated
and his reply?
From :
Martin Butler
Sent :
Tuesday, March 14, 2006 11:12 PM
To :
"Mindy Chia"
Subject : Re: noise disturbance
Dear Mademoiselle,
I understand your concerns and will take steps to see that the culprits are suitably punished. I am as surprised as you are that toe jamming of the source failed to solve the problem, as this works in 99% of the world's problems (our push to cure world hunger through toe jamming is progressing apace of projections). What time were you rudely awoken by this cur? We will endeavour to keep you up to date on actions taken in this matter.
Yours with concern,
Hon. Martin Butler MP
Monday, March 13, 2006
Finally decided to switch to blogspot instead after being thwarted from blogging a couple of times by friendster.
IT support from friendster is zilch if you're not a paying member.
An email i sent to the support staff asking for assistance was "politely" rejected,
saying no form of IT support would be given unless i could "show them the money"
Bleah....
So anyho, here i am... with my new site up and running... Now to get over my writer's block...
I managed to chalk up 120km over this weekend travelling around sydney.
On saturday night, i baked a loaf of banana bread and headed of to Mart's place to surprise him. He was hard at work on some website he's been contracted to do so I thought i'd do something nice for him.
So immediately after i took the bread out of the oven, i drove to his place (11km thereabouts). The banana bread was still warm when i got there.
Unfortunately, he was not surprised to see me. I attribute this to a couple of reasons. I'm always full of surprises such that i'm no longer surprising. He always has "surprise" visits from his friends.
Anyway... so the next morning, woke up and hauled ass to Thelma and Louise which is this cafe by the water at Neutral Bay. Suli introduced this cafe to me when Victor and Violet were in town for a holiday.
Neutral Bay is a rather quiet suburb, rather classy... should be expensive to buy property there. So on a Sunday morning, all the upper-class preppy north shore folks dressed in their sunday best come to this cafe to have their breckies.
Darn we should have taken pics but unfortunately we didn't have our cameras with us. Bookings must be made in advance and service is mediocre simply because there's too much for the few waiters to contend with. Not that the cafe is choked with people. Au contraire, the tables are all nicely filled and waiting people are politely invited to wait at the picnic tables located outside the cafe facing the water.
They serve coffees in bowls here and the menu has your standard big breakfasts with eggs, bacon, sausages, tomatoes, mushies and bread, the eggs benedict with ham/salmon, or eggs with toast, yogurt and muesli etc...
Coffee and food was pas mal (not bad - french), the whole thing was more for the ambience i suppose.
So anyway, after breckie, we headed out to this park at mosman that was at the water's edge too. That's the thing about sydney. weekend outdoorsy activities always revolve around water water water. There we lay in the grass and vegged out for a bit.
It was then that the idea of driving up to Akuna bay struck me. On such a beautiful day as this, nothing better than enjoying a nice drive through to Akuna bay i reckon. So we drove all the way up from Chatswood (his place), to Dee Why (beach), to church point, into Kuringai Chase National Park and into Akuna bay where we had ice coffee and vegged out somemore. See pics above for drive up....
After Akuna Bay, dropped mart off home and headed out shortly to have dinner with Amanda at Homebush and then headed home.
--> total distance travelled? 120km
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