More unpredictable than the tsunami. The other day I screamed in my room "I hate dogs!". Suddenly I received a knock on my door. It opened and a head popped in. It was Skully. "Sorry, but I was on my way home when I thought I heard you shouting you hate dogs?"
I gave the most sickeningly sweet smile I could afford at that moment. Skully returned a puzzled look and closed the door. I hesitated a few more minutes before I screamed it the second time, and proceeded to the balcony to clean up Chubby's poo and pee, this time without any disturbances (parents were in China, and bro was, well, how I know where he'd go).
Hate it when my parents not around. No one to 'yang orh' to. But then again, at the age of 21, it's about time I grow up. Wait a minute. I know some people who are 35 and they're not grown up yet.
Hahahhaa, okay I'm kidding.
I just like to like.. when I fell down or hurt somewhere, run screaming and bawling like a kid to my parents. The previous time Miffy scratched me, it was on my calve.
She just has NO patience in waiting for me to put her on the floor. As long as when she's nearing the ground when I'm placing her down, she would kick out and scratch me in the process.
The first time she scratched my calve, I hadn't realised it. I just thought it would leave some unsightly scratch marks. I only noticed it when I bathed just how painful and stinging it was.
For the rest of that one week, I had to wear pants, which I don't really care, except for the fact that because the wound was caused by scratches, the skin that was 'sticking out' often hooked onto the fabric of the pants and gets pulled.
The feeling was enough to make my face contorted as I walk.
But then after my parents went to China, I got another one. This time it was on my left hand. Okay, most of you know I have the horrible and disgusting habit of showing blood-filled photos, such as previously Xiang's knee wound where he fell down after being chased by the stray dogs at Ubin. Well, this one is totally mild as compared to his.
See what I mean?
Apparently hand wounds are easier to care for. I couldn't wear long sleeves having learnt my lesson from the calve incident. But over time I realised which are the wounds that are constantly pulling onto my shirt as I'm working, so I just stuck a plaster over it and TA DAAAAAAAA... I totally forgot that the scratches were there.
With experience brings less pain.. (but not necessarily less scratch marks) Now on to my another two darlings. I keep calling Candy Cherry and Cherry Candy. Both names start with C, but the thing is, one is a pufferfish while the other is the name of my car. Yea. What a significant difference.
Let me talk abit about both.
Candy.. well.. I reversed into the office perimeter wall and scratched her quite badly. I was quite upset. There goes my flawless record.
I often think about that time where I was reversing. Why the heck didn't I notice!!! With that comes a whole list of, Why did I drive to work that day! Why did this this this. Why did that that that. .Why of all parking lots I had to choose that one?! WHY!!!!!!!!!!
Screw it.
Guess there's a first time to everything. And a last time too! No small matter that a little paint touch-up can't cover *wink wink*
Next, I have a video of Cherry I want to share. I noticed I haven't been updating all about her. Well that's cos I have developed the belief that whatever fish I talked about or showcased on my blog, it usually dies within the next one week, either through unknown means, or it commits suicide by jumping out of the tank and drying up somewhere... near my toilet, like Paku.
I was quite upset about Paku's incident.. He was still alive when I found him outside my toilet (boy did that fish crawl!). He was alive as well the whole night after that when I placed him in the hospital tank with high salt added in as salt supposedly helps the fish be less stressed, though I don't know how.
But then after I came home from work that evening, my maid told me he had died so they threw him away. I didn't quite believe it because I placed him in the hospital tank at night, and before I went to work that morning, he was still looking up at me with those naughty fishy eyes that told me he was hungry.
I wasn't devastated for long though, I'd admit. A few days later I bought a scat from a fish farm at Lorong Halus.
Most scats I saw were pretty ugly, in my personal opinion. They had poorly-defined spots on its body that it looked like the colour change was brought on by severe stress. That was until I saw this scat at the Lorong Halus fish shop. It was the exact same type as I had used to rear years ago. Lime green, with clear black spots on its body. I didn't really dare feature it for fear of it dying again, but it's been a long time now and I THINK it's safe.
That little baby is probably the tamest living thing in that tank. Other than Cherry. When I put my hand into the tank to adjust a decor here and there, you could almost see Cherry rolling her eyes in a very heck-care attitude. But I never did that when I bought the scat.
They have these spikes on their heads. All you had to do is accidentally brush its head and you are stung by it, something that I wouldn't really be interested in getting.. (Miffy, you can scratch me again anytime!).
The scat is a cute little addition to the tank, though it has grown considerably since I bought it. Unlike Cherry who is tame but shy, the scat always comes forward to beg for food. It was almost tame enough to eat from my hand (though you have to be careful to avoid the spikes further up on the head.
So here's a short little video of me trying to feed Cherry, with the kaypoh scat chasing after the shrimp that I used chop sticks to wedge. You can see abit of my other pufferfish, Bazi (aptly named because of a golden-coloured Figure Eight character on its back)in the video too, although his dark muddy colour merges quite nicely into the background.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:28 am
There You Go, I Told You So
Monday, September 24, 2007
I DID have stupid nightmares about exam again.
In my dream I had lazed in bed and when I discovered the time, it was 3.15pm (the exam starts at 2pm).
I jumped awake in shock, and discovered it was 8.57am only. Just to play safe, I am not going to bed anymore.
4D, anyone?
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:03 am
Going down to South Park to have a good time
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Haven't been in 'contact' with the show for such a long time I don't think I even remember the lyrics of the opening song.
I distinctively remembered a period of time where all of us were absolutely crazy over South Park.
My natural taking to Kenny, Val's obsession with Butters (and the song, nevertheless, of all things a song about Apples), and Jo's incredibly annoying mimicking of Cartman going "Mummmm!!!"
I just thought of putting it down. I'm quite sure the old episodes of South Park that I have pasted up in my previous entries have been effectively removed from YouTube.
That is downright unfair I tell you. They had to ban the show in this country and it was our only source of watching it, ever!
Besides that, let me just sidetrack a little and tell you one more fact about myself: You know Cindy is having her exams when she starts blogging more often for no reason.
Ooh, back to the topic. I miss South Park. As such I went to surf YouTube to see what was left of the episodes. Apparently, none.
Only snippets here and there are left.
So I decided to surf for South Park related stuffs inside and chanced upon a survey 'Which South Park Character Are You?'
And guess what?
You scored as Stan Marsh, You're Stan Marsh! Probably the sanest of the group, you're the mastermind behind the good plans and can easily resolve problems. To you love is amazing, and you're probably already in it. You can be a smart ass and don't have a problem saying what's on your mind. And you're probably an activist. Dude, this is pretty fucked up right here.
I love being a Singaporean. I love calling Singapore home. But then Singapore is an island there's only so much you can find here.
Once in a while it's good to get out, and even go to nearby countries such as Malaysia just to have a 'feel' of what it's like to live somewhere else. To merge into their culture and understand how it feels like to belong to another country.
Of course, its just a lie. After a few more days when the whole tour ends, you fly back and fit comfortably back into your own society.
However, that's the problem.
I haven't felt like that for a long time. As in, I haven't felt like I belong somewhere else for a long time.
Till today, I'm still actively talking about Jiu Zhai Gou all the time. It was the last greatest place I've been to. Although I've been to Taipei after that, it was, as I had blogged, almost a total flop.
My family had, for the longest time, been planning for a trip to China already.
I nonchalantly replied it was impossible for me to go anywhere while was studying because besides the two week break in December, I don't get any off.
For instance, I'm having exams tomorrow, and on Monday as well. And my new semester is studying on Thurs/Fri/Sat. School on all 3 days. How screwed up is that?
And this continues non-stop until December, so I'm really looking forward to that month. Our company is also planning a day-trip to Batam for the Sales department, but then I don't think that will be enough for me (to shop around and buy more things).
My dad tempted me with the different states in China. Beijing, Shanghai, Wuxi, Nanzhou.. Oh my gawd, you name it, he tried it. I brushed it off with my screwed up schedule.
He finally gave up, and went ahead with the rest of our family, to plan this trip to China.
They will be flying off tonight.
In a way it wasn't a good time. Just last weekend, Ah Gong, either out of dizziness, or because he was sleepwalking, knocked his head against a table in his room. It split the flesh abit, and he was bleeding non-stop the whole night.
By the time we discovered it in the morning, he was quite pale from the loss of blood. He was rushed into hospital for stitches before he was sent home.
My parents got worried. Mum even toyed with the idea of canceling the whole trip. That was so not called for, because I am 21 already. Besides that I have a 25 year old brother. And of course, countless cousins scattered all over Singapore. Plus one more maid at home who's looking after Ah Gong. I don't see why they should get worried.
So they continued with their plans of flying tonight.
I think sometimes, even me myself don't know what I'm thinking. Most of you know that I'm really cool and calm during exams, right?
I think so too. But my dreams tell me a different thing. Usually in the days coming up to the exam I'd have nightmares. It's not about me being unable to answer the exam questions. It's about me totally forgetting about the exams!
Like I would dream that I was at home lazing on the bed, when one of my classmates would call me up and said something along the lines of "What the f*** are you doing at home? Today got exams leh! It just ended already!!!"
And what I felt in my dream was so real. Like the pits of my stomach were gurgling and I was so stunned and shocked that I didn't feel like crying. I just felt like vomitting my guts out.
But last night's dream was totally not about exams.
It was about the holiday trip.
I dreamt that I sent my parents to the airport. And it was there that we met up with the rest of my family, who insisted that I go along too. Somehow the destination had changed from China to Thailand (I think it had something to do with the supper last night where Jo kept asking about Thailand).
On the plane, I started getting nervous and all, because I hadn't studied yet. And somehow I knew that while the rest of the family will still be at Thailand, I will have to take the plane back for my exams, alone. Not that it mattered.
Because what was most crucial was that I didn't even bring my textbook to study!!!
Now this was the weirdest part. I told that to my kor kor, who then signaled to the air stewardess. The stewardess disappeared, and when she walked back to our seat, she was holding a textbook.. the subject that I was supposed to study.
The dream was quite a long one, because throughout I was studying on the plane! When we eventually reached Thailand, and before I could even get off the plane... I woke up.
What. A. Dream.
Okay, that aside, I'm also taking this opportunity to distribute photos to my Marking Info Sys groupmates.
You know it is rumoured that the presence of the supernatural will affect some of our stuff? Which is why paranormal investigators often use some kind of detector related to energy fields or magnetic fields (not sure which) to detect where ghosts actually are.
Now, I'm telling you, I begin to suspect whether I'm still alive, or am I just another supernatural being that is walking around, and who don't appear in photos because I absolutely can't see myself though I was sitting there:
See. Even my energy fields are intercepting with the camera and causing it to blur out. . . .
You know I'm kidding right?. . . I was actually pissed with the stupid camera timer because it was keeping silent and we had been sitting there for such an awful long time, not knowing if the camera had taken our picture yet.
Just as I walked over to check, the stupid camera captured the picture. Which is why that pic turned out like that.
This one was like that too:
Finally, I gave up and asked another classmate to help us take a photo, OF WHICH... I mean, the photo finally turned out clearly. Everyone was in the picture. BUT.. the flash reflected our background.
I guess nothing in this world is perfect. But there's one band that is: My Chemical Romance.
Here's a very happy-sounding song by them called Teenagers.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:49 pm
Bitching
Saturday, September 15, 2007
I've had enough of indirect bitching online.
There I was, minding my own business, wondering how the hell did 5 best friends who knew each other since they were 15, 16, turned into some horrific I-don't-want-to-have-anything-to-do-with-you group, and then my tail got stepped on.
There were alot of Girl A and Girl B stories. Bullshit.
I still believe that if you don't like that person, just TELL HER straight in the face what you think she did wrongly that pissed you off majorly.
Don't just pretend that you are oh-so-okay with her or her guy, and then go home and bitch about it, either online or with another girl, because someow, I'm telling you, this 'another girl' that you tell everything with, is going to come around and tell the other group; like how we found out who lied when she was actually not working.
And that, as you can see from the way we are now, will just get everyone pissed. Majorly pissed.
I can tell you that right now I'm blogging in the 'right state of mind'. I'm not blogging out of anger, more like out of disappointment. I was superbly pissed yesterday, but all that has calmed down considerably after a good night's sleep.
I don't know what went wrong in the first place that separated this group of girls into two clashing parties, but then I dare to say among all of you, I stayed as neutral as possible.
Which side asks me out, I go anyway.
But then there's another particular person I would like to blog to. You know who you are.
Judging by the messages the rest sent you that you don't want to reply (quite obviously), I leave you be. But if you're ever reading this, I can tell you that I always felt girlfriends are important.
Sure some of us have new boyfriends, and we spent all our time with this new guy. But then again, among the 5 of us, all of us are like that when the guy is new.
But then again at the end of the whole journey, which many of us have been through, I think between us we have changed like 10 guys since we all knew each other. Through the thicks and thins and the dramatic break-ups in our lives we were always there for each other.
How slightly less important our boyfriends are compared to each other we all should know.
But I was there to witness the whole thing, when he asked if your boyfriend bakes stuff for you to eat. Wasn't it out of pure curiousity that he asked?
We know people whose boyfriends are also pastry chefs or whatever but their girlfriends have NEVER been close to eating the stuff they make.
What you later on jokingly replied that made him laugh you should have remembered. I don't want to say more. So if you had been pissed with his reaction, as I had tagged on your board, just tell him to shut up and stop it and that you're sensitive about this. You know I don't care if my friends are rude to a boyfriend when it's about something that is making them upset and uncomfortable.
I don't see how he was, as you have stated, LOOKING DOWN on your boyfriend's occupation. I'm not trying to side him but he did not even come close to thinking that way, nor saying ANYTHING that made me feel that he was thinking that way. Because if he did, he would not be alive anymore. Either that or dumped straight on the spot by me, without you having to comment on how rude or ungentleman he is.
I was shocked. No, shocked is an understatement. After reading about how YOU THINK that he was looking down on your boyfriend, I became shocked beyond words that you would choose to use words like 'loser' on him. So there it was. Another girl who I thought was being a rather neutral party, sort of declaring war like that.
Your 'rich dad's kid' term.. changing handphone every 2-3 months, were you directing that at me? Or am I just being too sensitive?
I know you're angry now. I won't do anything to stop it because I don't think there is anything to stop it. I won't apologise either, even if it was on his behalf. I don't think he said or did anything wrong.
But I just want to remind you that there is certain limits to the labels and terms you use to scold people, if you have ANY intention to still remain as friends, then don't use those words, or else when this whole thing blows over it'd be difficult for us to even continue keeping in contact after what you've already said.
Of course, then again, I jolly well know that Cindy Lim is not that a great friend to begin with. One more or one less friend like Cindy won't make much of a difference to you.
So it's your call, I guess.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:31 am
Makeover, Again!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
You won't believe how I'm blogging right now and at the same time listening to this really old song called Qing Mi Di Ai Ren, sang by a dude who's really quite funny (and he was trying to imitate Anita Mui).
I thought it was quite good!
Anyway, Jo celebrated her birthday last Saturday. As a gift to a girl who already has everything a girl should have (although she was less one diamond ring, but the rest of us quickly got that settled).
So Fang and I decided to treat her to a best-friends makeover. It was frigging expensive but what the hell right? It was once in a lifetime kinda thing to celebrate all of us turning 21 (to my knowledge only Yin isn't 21), though we would probably do it again year after year, or on a half-yearly basis, haha!
The worst part was when I realised that it would take almost a month before the photos are out, which meant I could only collect it on 1st October (the same day as my friends' wedding that I was previously harping on in my previous entry).
Duh!!!
That aside, let me talk about something super irrelevant.
I realised that during the end of 2006, and the beginning of 2007, I had actually ballooned. Did any of you notice?
I didn't! And I'd get pissed if you did and did not inform me!! Well, my TP-mates told me straight in the face "Cindy, I think you put on alot of weight!"
Thank you my dears, because now that I look back, IT IS TRUE!
I was doing project, and as all of you know, I need to day-dream for 10 minutes for every 1 minute of work I put in.
As I was sitting back and staring at my lovely Cherry in the fish tank who was so obviously looking back at me in a loving manner, my computer went into standby mode.
As it did, it started flashing slideshows of random photos that were taken from the computer's My Pictures folder.
And one of it was a photo that (of all people) Tee Hong took of me at Ubin.
Yup, the Ubin trip that I went with Val, Hanyang and Tee Hong. In case you forgot, it was the same Ubin trip that rained so heavily, we were soaked through until even the gadgets in our bags got quite drenched.. not to mention, Val's phone spoilt from all the water, even though it was inside my bag, which was inside another bag, which was then hid under my windbreaker.
Looking back, I tell everyone that if I could turn back time and knew the weather would get so terrible, I would have went anyway. There was absolutely no better way to enjoy myself.
In fact, I have to term it as one of the fun-est moments of 2007, and Val shut up and stop giving yourself credit. I know you're about to scroll to my tagboard now to say something.
Lol...
So yea, my computer was randomly putting out slideshow of pictures when this photo flashed across the screen.
I was flabbergasted. Flabbergasted is a nice word to use. Someone I know always use it when we get into a quarrel, allow me to quote "You really make me flabbergasted!"
Without further ado, or rather, after so MUCH ado, here's that pic:
Oh my blardy !@#$!!!!
That's disgusting right?
I went to almost as much as 53kg at that point in time. Some of you don't think that is heavy, but that's because you are not as short as me!!!
If you're 1.65m tall and you're 53 kg, that's one thing. But if you're less than 1.6m and you're ALREADY 53kg that is alot (in my humble and maybe selfish perception).
I have to admit though, Tee Hong's angling is SO bad that it catches all the fat in me. Comparing it to other photos taken on the same day, his was the worst; it brought out all the fats in me.
See an example of another more 'normal' or 'slimmer' photo:
Tee Hong, this proves that your photo-taking skills really suck.
I kinda understand why back in year 2000, Catherine Zeta Jones sued British magazine, Hello! for taking wedding pictures of her that made her look ugly.
So.. does that mean I can sue Tee Hong ?
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:16 pm
Here I Blog Again...
Saturday, September 08, 2007
I was really excited.
I finally have a good friend of mine getting married and we're all so happy for him.
A colleague of mine asked why was I so excited, so I replied this is my first time going to attend a friend's wedding. Heck, I was so happy I even told my mother that, to which my mother replied that its no big deal. She has attended SO MANY friends' weddings, and right now she's attending the wedding of her friends' children already.
The colleague whom I spoke to was worse. He said "Don't you have friends who are already married? Like shotgun kind?"
I was stunned for 30 seconds. Finally when I could speak, I said "Yea.. but.. they don't hold dinners when they get married.." I mean.. it's true what.. Among time constraint, and 'face' reasons, I'm also not close to them either. I never quite understand why people would get married to each other because of the kid. But then again, let them do whatever they want, as long as they're happy.
Let me end with this really nice song, with a really nice title: Hounds of Love. I know it's quite an old song, I mean even this cover of the original version by Kate Bush is maybe from last year's? I don't know. Just enjoy.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:38 am
Man Proposes, God Disposes
Just some phrase I learnt when I watched this recent Nicholas Tse movie.
Anyway, today I want to talk about the stupid water heater in my toilet.
Most of you know how unpredictable the weather these days have become.
Like the past few days were dark and rainy, but today it was so hot and bright that you could have cooked an egg if you cracked it on the pavement.
I love the rainy weather. I especially love it when the sky is dark with clouds overhead, with winds so strong that the trees would drop alot of leaves all over the place.
The only thing you can hate about it was the water heater.
I have no idea what to say about it. Whoever proposed that water-heaters should be solar-heated obviously has no idea about Singapore weather, although I believe it would have saved ALOT of money in terms of electricity bill.
When the water is hot (sun is up), obviously the water gets really hot too. Now, why would you want to bathe in very hot water on a hot day?
Whereas when it is rainy, and you probably got drenched on the way home, you peel off the sticky clothes and get into the bath, eagerly looking forward to having a hot shower... and the water is as cold as the rain water beating down on you just now.
Gawd, I absolutely hate my water heater!!!
Oh ya, just a little update. Didi was sent to cut bald. So here's a pic of him:
I know he looks disgusting, and for your info that is Chubby's bed, which explains why he looks so cramped in the dog bed (believe me, Chubby isn't too happy about it).
However, now I can proudly say that Didi can sleep an entire night without waking up to scratch here and there.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:02 am
I Personally Believe....
Sunday, September 02, 2007
I suddenly found this photo.. and suddenly SO MUCH want to become a fulltime student again, and not this half-working half-studying robotic freak.
NOT. I love money. Leastways now I get to buy whatever I fancy. Nonetheless, it was fun back then...
Anyway, if you haven't caught this, you're missing out on the latest.. or maybe, already not-so-latest scoop on the internet....
And if you think that is funny, check out another clip that supposedly shows her 'proud parents' acting like the speech was rehearsed.
