Ah Ma passed away peacefully and painlessly at around 1pm just now.
For those who would like to pay their last respects to the grandmother who cooks the best food in the entire universe, the funeral wake will be held for the following five days at Mount Vernon Funeral Palour 1 or 2 (they're right beside each other and one is empty, so you'd definitely find us).
Turn right into the road from Potong Pasir and it's the first entrance you come across on the left, which has a white banner stating FairPrice Undertakers or something like that.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:10 pm
'Expect the worst, Hope for the best'
This advice was given to us by the doctor when we held a little informal meeting with her right outside the hospital ward. I can't help but notice out of the corner of my eye that ahgong was looking at our facial expressions. He was sitting beside the bed and facing the door. I pretend to swing my body side to side etc etc, pretending that the content of the meeting was boring and not as devastating as it really was.
I think in a way the doctor had very kindly put it that only a miracle would save her. Besides, even if she survives this ordeal, some other related organ failure would kill her either way; she wasn't strong enough to even support a thorough body examination to pinpoint the problem with her deteriorating health.
.... Anyway, amazing timing for me to blog now. I've just returned from the hospital from the night shift with my Aunt Judy and Uncle Philip. Anna's still there with her though. The morning-to-afternoon shift people are taking over soon.
I think that there is no other family in that ward like us who are camping there 24 hours around the clock, even if the patient is in critical condition. I was hoping Ah Ma was conscious enough to notice this. In a way, she seems to think she's the most ill-fated person in the world and I don't know why.
Being able to stay home and watch TV the whole day is a luxury to me. I guess one's health greatly affects one's mood as well.
Sidetrack a little bit. I remember in primary school, I had a Chinese language teacher who wasn't very impressed with the ways our generation our addressing our seniors. Seniors as in elders in the family.
She likes the Chinese way where we truly address by the way we are related/affiliated.
She says something like angmoh calls, for example, Auntie Cindy. Hell, to every other kid in the world I am Auntie Cindy as well, but, in Chinese/dialect, only my nephew/niece gets call me Xiao Gu/Sui Goh, lousy direct translation means Little Aunt, since I am younger than my bro.
This was precisely the way I was brought up, calling my relatives in dialect, no doubt a habit cultivated by grandparents though there are occasional deviations. It's useful because sometimes your mind can't remember their names, you automatically switch to rank-mode.
I've been tasked by Dad, since he said I'm unemployed and not contributing to the society, to compile all the old videos that were taken when we were waaaay young and Lao Ma and Dua Pek was still around.
I don't know where and how to start. That vid-cam that recorded everything is ANTIQUE. If anyone knows of any shops/business that provides the conversion of old vid-cams (that uses cassette-like devices) to DVDs, please let me know.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:43 am
Too much to read?
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I could see the visit lengths of guests who visit my site, and, oh my goodness, am I blogging to much?
Passers-by stayed less than 5 seconds here. That I understand.
But you guys are staying for.. over an hour!?!?!?!!
Do I type too much or something?
Anyway peepz, ahma got over the morphine part. They have steadily increased it to the current 5mg or so I think, and this, they insist, will be the max. Anymore and she'd stop breathing or have severe difficulties.
Doc also says she herself doesn't know whether if even after using the morphine, ahma would still experience pain, judging from the way she fidgets and shouts, as she might also be trying to fight the sedatives.
The contradicting part is where they come and sedate her so much, and then try to ask her to point out the pain. My gawd, even me, a non-medical, world's worst Science student could tell you can't get anything out of her.
On the way to the car, I came to know that when my laoma (great grandmother) got very sick in 1998 when I was primary 6, ahma had went to the temple at Waterloo Street, praying for laoma's recovery by putting her own life at stake.
Something to do with 'let her get over it in return for some years off my life things like that'.
The recovery didn't happen. Laoma passed on a few days after that, in the comforts home. Apparently, adults those days didn't think it was important to inform the kids of the would-be death because I just came home from school and THWAP! like a slap to the face, realise that the laoma who saw me grow up was dead. At the very least she lived to the ripe old age of 98, and had already met two of her future great grand daughter-in-laws.
That set me thinking, if they had met/married much earlier and then gave birth, what would those babies call my laoma when they grow up? Lao lao ma? Whoa..
That story was told because my mum asked us not to 'anyhow pray' to the deities and be careful of what we said. "Just pray that she would be in less pain" she said.
Last but not least, no matter what biased opinions/issues/ you guys have of Tan Tock Seng Hospital, the staff serving Ward 7B are really great, patient, and helpful. Yup, even the interns from NYP too! I was extremely surprised of how professional they are when they are supposedly students.
Wa.. Hope that was what people thought of me when I was THE intern.
See!? Short blog entry.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:51 pm
Fate is in your own hands..
With much irony, I come to realise that the above sentence is WRONG.
Fate is not in YOUR OWN hands. It's in the hands of your relatives because whenever you are too sick and delirious to make decisions, and probaby one that involves your own life and death, your next-of-kin are to decide for you.
It's not a bad thing ... if you've been treating them right, which is something my grandmother did. So many kids and she raised them without showing favouritism to any, since she herself was well aware of how it feels like, having grown up in a biased environment.
Another thing I know is that hospitals are not as clean as I thought they would be, with bacteria and viruses everywhere.
My honest opinion was that this was just another ward-in for my grandmother, who has been in and out of hospital especially during certain months of the year, where her depressions got worse and she wouldn't stop crying at night (much to the annoyance of my grandfather).
It's like a kind of peak period. And these peak periods always occur during the holiday and festivities season, especially during the Chinese New Year because it would mean that my uncle, her firstborn, would definitely come visit her. In fact, so filial was he that he would come over every Sunday morning to see her and my grandpa despite living all the way in Western Singapore.
We all miss my Uncle alot. He suddenly passed away in 2000 and that's where ahma's hospital ward-ins started.
Being almost a natural occurence, I disregarded the current ward-in as well, not even mentioning it on my blog as all of you have noticed.
I was right, at first. At the hospital, she was equally active, responsive and talkative with the maids as usual. We suspected that sometimes she wanted to admit into the hospital to get away from my very nosey and provocative Grandaunt. Ahma's mood always cheered up when she is in hospital (and she especially likes the air-con when she got the B class ward due to unavailable beds in C class).
But as luck would have it, when she was supposed to be discharged today, she came down with some sort of viral type of pneumonia over the weekend at the hospital, that attacked her already weak lungs, worsening her heart which already gave her breathing problems.
I've been asked plenty of times about her condition, by my close friends who directly or indirectly know my grandmother, although I'm sure majority of you had actually mixed her up with my grandaunt because I get asked often, "Which lady is your grandma?"
I really don't know how to describe her condition. She is always sedated and in semi-conscious state, it's really hard to tell. But one thing for sure, she is in very very great pain. My grandmother is known by all my uncles and aunties to have a very high threshold of pain. I don't know how they figured that out but I guess after one has given birth to a great number of children (as all the ladies in my ahma's generation did), one definitely must be forced to have a high threshold of pain.
But the ahma I saw lying on the hospital bed, wanting to sit up a moment, and lie down the next, was wailing in pain. Not non-stop but it's enough to kind of haunt you.
Anna takes care of ahma for most parts of the day while my eldest Aunt, Aunt Karen, stayed overnight last night to accompany my grandma. When the both of them went home, to bathe and to sleep, they could still hear her sounds, and picture the painful expression on her face.
It was kinda funny to think of it because when I just started playing Diablo II and was intent on leveling up my character, I did cow runs all the time and when I went to bed at night, I could still hear the stupid moo sounds from the cows in the game.
But this was different. It was painful sounds coming from your own grandma.
It's weird to think that overnight a viral attack could weaken someone so drastically.
Oh, and by the way guys, don't call me up unless absolutely necessary. Maybe just send a message would do. You have no idea how cranky everyone becomes whenever a handphone rings.
Because of all the pain, she was put on morphine to numb herself. Apparently it worked for the first time only. I think she was 'high' from the drugs or something because it made her restless and throughout the night, instead of sleeping, she was, as I said earlier, wanting to sit up a moment, and lie down the next, despite being intoxicated with drowsiness-causing medicines for the past few days, which means we had to help her up, adjust the bed, lay her gently back again and rearrange the pillows.
The second time the morphine was applied is at 7pm a few hours ago, and was a lesser dosage. It wasn't as effective, and she started wailing and shifting about with her eyes closed. I think my grandfather has finally figured out how critical her condition was, but he seems to be taking it well, for now, I guess.
When we left 9pm, she was still reacting like that.
We then went to have our dinner, where Dad suggested going to Boon Tong Kee, probably to take our minds off things because when you are at the hospital and looking at her, you really don't have the heart to leave her and go eat.
While eatig, Mum told me that many famous foreign actors and actresses often go to Boon Tong Kee to eat, and by this, I'm referring to the Balestier branch.
So, you might wonder, did we see any popular people there?
Sure we did. But they weren't foreign, in a way. PRs are considered Singaporean right?
Besides Nova, guess who else just came home from Aussie? One of Singapore's most popular celebrity couple, Li Jiawei and her hubby (whom we did not recognise at first), Susilo.
But then, we were in no mood to go all star-struck and all. Dad said hi to her after we finished our meal and then we were on our way home when Dad's mobile rang.
Hell, I was hoping that whoever who called and whatever news was said, please don't let Dad suddenly swerve the car or anything. Finally he managed to put on his bluetooth headset (that Yours Truly bought for him), but the caller put down.
"Shit." was all my Dad said when my mum's phone started ringing.
"Wa.. call you first then call me.. must be from the hospital." said Mum. Elementary, my dear Watson.
It was Aunt Judy, I think. They had requested for a higher morphine dosage to help in numbing the pain. In a way, the doctor explained that a higher dosage might affect her heart, resulting in death, so if we really requested for a higher dosage, we would have to face the consequences.
It was a hard decision to make, but we decided to go ahead with higher dosage anyway, rather than see ahma in that state.
Let's hope all goes well tomorrow.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:43 am
Dream... Dream Dream Dream..
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Things have happened recently, at a very sudden pace.
I thought it was high time I started enjoying myself, having just received my pay from my short stint at the Heartland Mall 5-day roadshow.
I went to Sakae for buffet with Xiang, ate to our hearts' content, but that night I had quite an awful dream, probably from overstuffing my greedy self.
In the dream, I was walking along a hospital corridor when I received a call from Mum telling me that Ah Ma couldn't make it and that I should hurry up.
I hung up, weirdly calm, and hastened my pace towards the hospital ward. However, the ward in my dreams and the actual one was very different of course.
When I reached the supposed ward that Ah Ma stays in, I was extremely surprised to find her chatting with my mum and my grandfather outside on those plastic chairs. Her eyes were bright and she was talking loudly (due to her hard hearing), with nothing apparently wrong with her.
I figured, what the heck, isn't it better that there is nothing wrong with her? So I continued on with my business and found that along the hospital corridor they actually sell tea satchets, so I proceeded to buy myself a peppermint flavoured one.
I then woke up and our plans to go to Escape Theme Park went on as per normal, except for the nagging thought at the back of my head that reminded me how my Mum had said my grandmother could not make it.
That night, once again, I had another weird dream. This had nothing to do with my grandmother though.
I was in the toilet putting on some stupid facial mask, and no, I don't remember what brand, what type, whatever. I have this habit of locking my room door. There was this persistent knocking by someone, who was knocking and yelling my name at the same time.
I was so damn irritated but I didn't want to oepnt he door. You know, like when you have PMS and feeling really pissed-off, the kinda thinking is: let the person knock for all I care.
Wow, I didn't realise PMS also applies in dreams too. But anyway, as I've said earlier, I didn't bother to go open the door. Suddenly BOOM, I was really truly awakened from that dream...
By my dad's car alarm...
That stupid car is crazy when the alarm sounds. It flashes its headlight, and horns multiple times. It was so loud, it sounded like the airhorns that the big coaches at Jiu Zhai Gou uses because they always horn when turning around bends.
'Ok. So someone is trying to steal the car' was the automatic thought that formed in my mind. I sat in my bed for several minutes, trying to figure out whether the alarm I heard was from the dream or in reality. Then I sat trying to figure out what was I in another dream or was I back to reality already...
Gawd, I really hate being awakened. Just ask Chubby, he knows best, judging by the times I kick him out of the room whenever he wakes me up without a reason.
I opened my room door, looked outside and waited. Seems like I am the only one in the whole house to have heard the car screaming. I decided to wake my parents up so that we can all investigate together, just in case there really is a burglar lurking around outside.
Took my precious baobei for standby (to call the police), and went downstairs to my parents' room. The light at the staircase landing was on, so when I opened their bedroom door, I had a rather clear view of their room despite it being 6.30am in the morning.
Their bed was empty. You could see by the covers and pillows that they had just flung the blankets off their feet and got off the bed in a hurry. Wow.. I think I have the makings of a detective...
There I stood in the dark, with my hand still on the doorknob, trying to piece everything together. First the car alarm, then my missing parents.
Crept downstairs quietly and saw that the sliding door was open. The wind was coming in and the curtains were fluttering eerily. I ran there and peeped outside. Dad's car was gone.
So, the thief not only stole the Lexus, but also kidnapped my parents as well...
The smartest move I did with my clogged head was to use the phone. I called my mum and she told me that they are on their way to the hospital, because they had called her saying that my grandma is very sick.
I couldn't really sleep after that, keeping my ears open to hear if my parents had returned from the hospital. From experience, it was not a good sign if they don't return within 4 hours. When I finally did fall asleep, I slept all the way till 10.30am before my brother woke me up and we flew there.
Anyway, I'm going to stop blogging here because I'm really frigging tired. Good night.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:41 pm
What is an Idol?
Friday, March 24, 2006
I can't find an even better example than him. We ALL love Gackt. Who can resist his charms?
*melts into a puddle of water*
An idol, to me, is someone who is either superbly good at something, or else, multi-talented at ALOT of things. I liked Gackt ever since I saw that Malice Mizer video of their concert. He has never stopped surprising me, and I'm sure alot of others as well, with his multi-talents.
Like soccer.....
Like *ahem* dancing.... (he's right at the back in dark glasses as usual)
He looks abit reluctant and pissed, actually. LOL!
Like acrobatics...
His flexibility...
It's also plus-points that a Japanese idol you worship also speaks the languages that we speak too.. like English and Chinese (and gawd knows how many other languages this man knows..)
(And yes, that's Vivian Hsu in the video)
There's also this video that I just can't comprehend what they are trying to ask him to do. Some kind of Demo of those big chuky silver rings and their uses I guess...
But also, let's not forget some of the funny parts of Gackt such as being a news reporter for the weather forecast section:
You have got to love this guy!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:06 pm
See To Believe!
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Met Louisa and the other girls today. We were talking about training animals when suddenly Louisa said she saw a video of a guy who trained his goldfishes, and four of them, mind you!
I laughed because I remembered seeing on through a mass-circulated email that had weird facts, and it mentioned that goldfishes only have a memory span of 3 seconds.
Come to think of it, how could any living thing have a memory span of 3 seconds? It's like everytime you take that bottle of fish food, your goldfish would be bound to swim towards you. If it really only remembers you for a whole of 3 seconds, it wouldn't be that excited, would it?
Well, anyway, I came home and hurriedly did a search for that video. Found it. Thanks to youtube.com again. THANK GOD FOR YOUTUBE!
Here you go ladies and gentleman! Trained goldfishies!
As an additional treat, if you love James Blunt's You're Beautiful, then I guess you'd love this as well.. You're Beautiful (Parody)
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:12 am
Another Birthday
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Happy Birthday Huat!
How can I not attend the birthday party of someone who keeps calling me goddess? LOL!!
It felt kinda out of place lah. I don't know half the people there and those that I know looked SO different I hardly even recognised them.
Anyway, today my butt hurts like crazy, even more so than it should the day after Ubin. I have come to the conclusion that badminton is a more strenous exercise than compared to cycling on uneven terrain like Ubin's.
Yesterday's button was a bit of a flop. Sure people did turned up and enjoy themselves, in fact, the very big number of FOUR people turned up, mainly: Xiang, Darius, Val and me.
Junwei and Hany were both SUPPOSED to be there too, but one wanted to sleep longer, and the other at first say "Ok" then it slowly became "See first" then slowly we could not even contact him anymore because all our calls/SMS were unanswered.
After that I think the said person felt abit guilty so he messaged us and said would join us for lunch instead that we initially wanted to go to Kovan's.
Then came this huge storm that made it impossible for anyone to go anywhere so after playing badminton, we decided to return home instead (and consequently forgot all about Junwei who was joining us for lunch).
While waiting for the taxi at the side of the road, Junwei suddenly messaged saying "I reach already". . . and the rest was history. Thus, I was supposed to 'return a favour' of blogging good things about him on my blog so that he can read, and smirk to himself in front of his computer.
This all happened yesterday.
I was given 24 hours and really, I just could not find one good AND interesting thing about the guy to dwell on.
SO... I decided to do Junwei's love story of how he fell in love etc etc...
Here goes..
Once upon a time, there lived a guy named Quek Junwei. Through Sharon, he met Cindy. Through Cindy, he met Valerie.
Things... weren't what they were at first. Like most couples, they started off with a bad patch, where they didn't quite like each other, even as friends. Quarrels were frequent and occurred every other day till Cindy and her friends could not even stand the thought of Junwei and Valerie standing next to each other because it always resulted in quarrels of some sort.
As time passes, Valerie and Junwei found that quarreling evolved into a hobby of theirs. They could not even imagine life without quarreling with each other. So, for convenience's sake, they decided to promote their friend status to Best Friend. Things gradually improved and surprisingly, quarrels were lesser and they found themselves really turning into good friends.
Junwei started to reconsider his relationship with Val. Should they become.. you know...... more than friends?
Val also find herself becoming weirder by the day. Wherever she is, whatever she's doing, all she had to do was to think of Junwei and she would start smiling to herself...
Finally, to put both of them out of their consider-here-consider-there misery, they decided to get together.....
Through Thick ...Glasses......
And Thin.. I mean..no glasses...
So there you go, ladies and gentleman. The love story of Junwei & Val.....
And they lived happily ever after...
Ok, guys, now, before you go crazy and start mass-bombing my handphone, this is ALL IN THE NAME OF GOOD HUMOUR. Yup, to those who don't know the two above victims, they are not what I blogged them out to be okay? Give them a break... WAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
PS: Above photos were all taken on Ubin.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 5:32 pm
Devil Beside You Epi 2
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
As requested, and much thanks to Youtube, here's the following episode from my previous previous previous post. Enjoy :)
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:32 am
Ubin-ated Part 2
Monday, March 20, 2006
This is how I look like when I have no more money:
No lah. I was just wondering why on earth the bumboat was taking such a long time to reach Ubin. But in all honesty, we really did spend alot of money, especially on drinks. Cocnuts there costs two frigging dollars each! No joke. Of course, they were heavenly to drink when you are dying of thirst.
After hours of cycling, we came to this deserted part in the middle of nowhere after cycling uphill and sweating like pigs.
You can see that straightahead it was a nice slope that was going downwards. Now downslopes are the best because sometimes the bikes go so fast, where you can feel the wind not only on your face but hear it rushing past your ears too.
It's sort of like you're flying. However, Mr. Darius Koh was still abit unsure of himself, having learnt cycling on where else but Ubin itself (at the basketball court too, to be exact).
When we were going up-slope, all of us were down on our feet, pushing the damn bike upwards because we were far too tired to pedal. When we were going down, everyone hurriedly got onto our bikes to have enjoy that flying experience.. all.. except Darius again, who has a phobia of going downslope (despite us reminding him to USE YOUR BRAKES DARIUS! USE YOUR BRAKES!).
But anyway, in that photo featured above, we didn't get to go downhill because we fast forwarded and remembered that if we have to go down, it means we have to go up again when we return to the jetty, so it was a unanimous no-no.
Then we discovered the swallows flying around our heads, as I had mentioned in Part 1. Junwei then also decided to take some arty-farty shots of Ubin and since he bothered to, I would also post them up here.
PS: I was holding onto the plant so that the wind would not blur it.
Those aside, there were really some nice pictures that were taken by all the cameras that were brought there. Group photos, scenery photos etc etc.
Oops.. Mum came into my room and interrupted my train of thoughts. Give me a while to scroll up and gather where on earth did I stop at...
Yes! Photos! What else! Most of you who don't bother to read what I type always scroll down just to see photos! Damnit! I know who you are!!!
Cindy, the Incredible Hulk-ress
The first full group photo taken that day
Resting at one of our drinkstops while waiting for our coconuts
On the boat, looking forward to the day
Ok this shot was interesting because we were supposed to act like those olden time ah bengs and ah lians where bell-bottoms still existed. Somehow, the camera angle spoilt it all but I personally feel it was quite well taken, lol!
I didn't know this photo was taken until the photos were uploaded, should have taken even more, except it will prove challenging for the photographer to cycle 'handless' whlie both hands are steadying the camera for a good shot. HAHAHA!!
Weather was lovely that day. Too lovely, in fact, I think it hit over 35 degrees celsius.
Val was playing Black Eyed Peas music on her handphone while the rest of us were dancing along.
One particularly eye-catching drink-stop where the Uncle was super farnie. Stop by next time you are there. Their coconuts are damnnnnnn sweet! Woot!
I went to Ubin dozens of times yet I've never noticed this until I saw this photo.
There were many terrapins in the water that were 300x the size of Oscar. LOL!
I think there will have to be a part 3 for this. It's time for me to take a break away from the computer and I think it's time for you too. Akan Datang, Part 3 of Ubin-ated!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:57 pm
Ubin-ated Part 1
Sunday, March 19, 2006
I doubt I'd be able to finish blogging about it in a day, so I'd seperate it into Part 1 and Part 2.
If you asked me to describe the trip using less than 5 words, I would just use up 2. Those words would be: Dead Tired.
As Val so aptly portray...
As usual, we met for breakfast at the strategically located hawker centre.
We met at the early time of 10am at Pasir Ris MRT, yet we only managed to reach Ubin itself at 12noon. Indeed, we spent ALOT of time on breakfast.
Val actually took a photo of an old hawker whose stomach was tremendously bloated. I think it's quite bad of us so I won't post the pic up here.
Of course, as we made our way down to the jetty, Val wanted to do some, in her words, camera whoring, of which nobody was too eager to be part of, as you can see from the following photos:
Thankfully, she finally got tired and gave up.
Finally it was time to get to the jetty to really get to Ubin now. That was already 12plus in the afternoon and the sun was up and all, the perfect weather to go tanning, except no one was really interested in cycling on Ubin in topless or in bikinis.
My mum once taught me that wherever you go, always take photo with a signboard or landmark of the area. For example, if you went to Paris, remember to take a pic with the Eiffel Tower.
If you went to Taiwan, remember to take a pic with Taipei 101 (even if you were relegated to standing in the background).
Point was, we did take a photo with the new building at the jetty. Apparently it includes custom check when you come back from Ubin where you have to scan your bag and walk through metal detectors and such. Gone were the days where you can smuggle crabs and cigarettes etc. Even guns, I think, considering the way the past few murders were committed.
When was the last time YOU sat a bumboat?
Here we come Ubin!!!!!
Everyone looked super excited about the trip. Except Darius.
From Left: Wendy, Val, Me, Xiang, and a very sad-looking Darius Photographer: Junwei
When we finally reached, everyone was VERY happy. Look at the way we are worshipping the sun. Junwei took a blardy long time to set up his camera for this one because he wanted to start looking for bicycles already, and Xiang was shouting at him saying things like "Faster leh! Very pai seh leh, pose like that!!!!" Typical Xiang. Duh!!!! That jerk.
Now one thing that all should know: if you don't know how to cycle, don't go to Ubin. Another thing you should know: If you know how to cycle, don't be afraid to splurge on a good bike. Good bike meaning WORKING brakes, EXISTENCE of gears (I look down on double bikes because it's useless there), VERY CUSHIONED seat, and SUSPENSION, especially for the comfort of guys, HAHAHA!!
Another photo that we took with regards to Mum's advice about taking with signboards:
There were many interesting sights on Ubin that we can never find on the Singapore mainland. For example, after renting our good ol' bikes, we went immediately to the cleanest toilet on the island: the one near the police post.
The smart dog was sleeping in the cleaner toilet (ahem, the ladies of course). Plus, there was a fan in the toilet that was cooling the whole area.
Then of course there were the flora and fauna that were blooming there. Is this a morning glory or something? It certainly wasn't blooming in the morning, but it is NICE
Talking about plants always leads us back to animals. Unfortunately we didn't have time to go visit the farm where they kept a wild boar as a pet (and even feed it bread the way we feed Kilo).
Come to think of it, I don't know why but I remember the time where we went there, I was still using my 6230. Arr... Love that phone!!
We discovered that there were many swallows flying around, in which I can't help but openly declare my love by shouting at time "I Love Your Saliva!!!!"
Next. There was this German Girl Shrine that we came across. It was so interesting that we couldn't find it despite the sign display telling us to go forward (we did, but found nothing interesting). It intrigud me so much that I went home and risked killing Joon because you know how sensitive birds are to changes in the air. I was so smelly that I might have endangered Joon's life. But that aside, I did an internet search there and then in my smelly Ubin sweat-stenched clothes about the shrine. I honestly don't know what was a German girl doing on Ubin in 1914. She supposedly was running away from British that was taking over the plantation, and fell to her death after falling over a cliff. Next day her body was found covered with ants or something like that and they buried her at the beach where her body was found. Apparently, her remains were placed in an urn (that was later stolen) though the urn still remains there today, where gamblers all over Asia still go over to pray to her (though why and when it started nobody knows).
Very interesting story isn't it? But it still baffles me. What on earth was a German girl doing on Ubin in 1914????
Of course, throughout the entire trip I must salute a group of .. things. Our bikes of course. They served their purpose extremely well. No punctured tyres, no faulty brakes, no noisy gears etc. Trust ol' bikes!!
Remember that before any form of exercises to do your warm-up exercises.
Who am I kidding? Do you really think I was stretching? Heck, no. I was so tired of cycling that I wanted to fold up my jeans and show my leg so that the next vehicle would stop and fetch me back to the jetty.
Actually I was just folding up my jeans while the rest joked, up until those taxi van on Ubin really came and we had to scramble off the road.
Man the weather was so hot that I think I couldn't really open my eyes that day. I was always squinting under the sun. It was a joy to see trees because trees = shade. But please remember to check for ants everytime before you plop your butt down.
Sights of Ubin to be continued. . .
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:48 pm
Fang's Birthday
Ubin trip was not yet blogged, thanks to Mr. Quek Junwei who's been holding up photos that are like 4 frigging megabytes each in size.
So, for now, I shall have to blog about Fang's birthday.
Before that, allow me to make a complain. WHY IS EVERYONE'S BIRTHDAY IN MARCH!!!
Ok. Complain done.
Happy Birthday Ah Ma!!!
I think it's really fun to have birthdays because it is an excuse and opportunity to gather everyone together, even if we only gather together like less than 10x a year during each other's birthday, or even lesser since not everyone always shows up during birthdays, as I've noted from the way Yin said to someone "Don't think you can be rude to me just because I see you once every 6 months".
I have a rather rare photo of the birthday girl who was on the verge of scolding Jacky when he made a stupid comment while she was posing for my camera.
Lol!
Here's a more happy-looking one with ready smiles.
When it came to cake-cutting, Fang hard a super hard time. The insides were made of ice cream, and it was just out of the fridge from Secret Recipe, so it was rock hard.
This was Fang's face before cutting:
This was Fang's 'out-of-screen' face when she decided to stand up and use her entire weight to force the knife through:
And this is Manda helping Fang with the cake-cutting while she scolds the cake:
Last but not least, let's add a photo of a poor little thing that wasn't there at the party, Tinker the B*tch.
Maybe it's because of obedience training, or maybe she had matured abit more, but she isn't as crazy as she used to though she still barks at me intentionally as if in a reprimanding manner, but she was calm enough for me to take a STILL (and non-blurred) photo.
Ubin trip will be blogged slowly and progressively over the next few days. Meanwhile, to occupy your absolute free time, here's a good start up of the very first episode of Devil Beside You.
