I've hardly been talking about what's going on in and out. Not like most of you have time to keep up with it anyway. Who wants to know about another person's life. So boring.
But then I'm starting to realise the good points of keeping a blog. The other day my relatives were reminiscing about the 'great' time we had at Jiu Zhai Gou. But exactly which year did we travel there, no one could recall. So it was up to my blog to tell us the year since I blogged SO MUCH about it you wouldn't believe it.
First things first, let me talk about Christmas. We went Val's house to celebrate, as usual, each of us coming up with a dish. My stupid Oreo cheesecake.. OH shit. I just realised I forgot to take back the leftover cheese from Val's house.
Oh what the hell.
Yea, talking about the stupid cheesecake, it was totally gone wrong. It became more like... ice cream instead. I was quite upset because the idiotic male species were the ones who destroyed it. Feigning helpfulness, they added WAY too much milk into the crushed Oreos that it stuck to the pan and all and had to be scraped out. But then again, it was my first Christmas dish that had 3/4 finished! I was quite proud though it could have been BETTER!
Christmas at office was, however a quiet affair. I hadn't bought anything for anyone so I had to wrap it up soon. Like, later. Thankfully, Christmas has 12 days. It's amazing how not many people who know that. They must be the type of person who bought Christmas presents for every damn person they know and don't have to 'refill' their gift supplies.
I'm telling you it's really a very guilty and pai seh feeling to receive so many gifts from so many people who remembered you, and yet you didn't even get anything for them in return. See, sometimes, I absolutely hate Christmas.
In order to fully complete the Christmassy feeling at the office, on a personal level, since there were no big Christmas trees in the office, I decided to take the initiative to get myself a personal Christmas tree.
In fact, just like the bean sprouts that I had kept, I will be updating on this blog about its growth in height and etc. In fact, I had it recorded down in marker, on the pot itself!...
For those who are interested, both plant and pot are from Ikea. The plant (be careful, many to choose from!) costs only $6.90. How long it will last from there depends entirely on how well you treat it. Not too much water, not too little. In fact, I use the method my parents taught me when they keep those lime-looking new year plants; water with ice cubes.
Other than that, on normal days, I water it with a leftover bottle of Ice Mountain that I got in school because a classmate was giving it as a form of invitation to her church's Christmas celebration.
Here's the plant. Yet to be named. I'm still unsuccessfully looking for sponsors to sponsor Evians / Perrier to water it once Ice Mountain runs out. Just kidding.
Neat huh? My dad also got himself an unofficial Christmas present. It isn't exactly a Christmas present, but I figure it should count as one because he bought it so close to Christmas. 5 little baby angel fishes!! They're starting to look more like autumn angelfishes instead of plain striped ones. And they're tiny and fidgety, so excuse the poor quality...
You may not be able to see them clearly, but have no fear, we have a huge autumn angel in the tank to show you how beautiful those 5 babies will look when they are all grown up, and believe me, they're growing every single day!
Post Christmas, we kinda ran out of things to do. Then we heard the news that Val came down with food poisoning. I was out with Tee Hong and Junwei, two super unlikely candidates and we decided to buy food over for Val.
Unfortunately, we didn't find out clearly that the brother was at home too. So we left him out. (Oops)
Bought over and there we sat dumbly in the living room while Val went to the toilet, puked. Went to the toilet, crap. Went to the toilet, puke again.
Knocked out
We were looking at each other quite uncomfortably because the sounds were very audible from where we were sitting.
When she finally fell asleep, exhausted, we crept out. And I forget to take my stupid leftover cheese and cake tin (from the Christmas party). Again! Why is it just so damn difficult to remember!!
The three of us then headed to Cafe Cartel to have a sumptuous dinner. Tee Hong the ass was contemplating sending Val mms to tell her the great food we were having. However 30 minutes later, he himself was on the verge of puking, having eaten... ALOT, so I'm glad to announce that eventually, he didn't do so. But then Val would read about this sooner or later... Good luck Tee Hong.
Cafe Cartel at Hougang Mall was extremely comfortable. I loved their sofa seats. In fact, they let us seat wherever we want so I hoped onto the sofa and there we stayed for the next close to 4 hours. Chatting, bitching and gossiping about the great times we all had at Ubin.
Yes, indeed guys, those were the days.
That day was tiring enough already, but the guys had to blardy suggest to go drinking. Junwei was lucky. He got off to meet a cousin for prata. Me? How to run?
Teehong and I met up with Des and we went down to Grapevine. Where we saw how Man Utd lost to West Ham. Ouch again.
No we didn't. We only watched abit of it and then had to go off because it was getting really late and I was getting really grumpy.
But while we were there, I must mention about this tea that I had there. It's called the Love Tea. Weird name isn't it? Thinking it'd be some sweet fruity pleasant drink, I ordered it and when it came I poured half a packet of sugar done and decided to enjoy my tea.
I almost puked out that first mouth. I smelt. I thought. And I passed it to the two guys. They smelt. They thought. And they tasted and almost spit it out.
It was sour beyond words. I poured the rest of the sugar in, and believe me, it was a BIG packet of sugar. Tasted it again. It tasted just as bad. The sugar did not seem to have any effect on the tea. It was sour raspberry or something. And the sourness was so strong it was incredible. I wasn't sure why any shop wanted to sell a beverage like that but I soon understood why.
From its name. It was sour, though I thought Love was supposed to be bitter. Sour but yet it had an acquired taste to it. The more you drank, the more you loved it. Weirdly enough, the more you drank, the sweeter it became too. It was a downright appropriate name!!! I would love to try it again. But not so soon, hehe.
The guys however, ordered that sweet beer, I think it's spelt hoegarden. Lovely beer, but I couldn't drink a drop that night. Had to be prepared to drive the car in case the two idiots got themselves drunk beyond control.
They ordered a pint each. I never understood why pints are pronounced as 'Pines'. It should be called Pints as in 'mints' but with a P, isn't it?
So yea, they ordered a pint, and I thought it was really cute. The cup and all.
Cute isn't it? I took the photo and then kept trying to convince them that the shop had mixed sugar cane juice into the beer, which explains why it turned out more greenish than the normal beer colour.
Apparently, they were not drunk enough yet so they ignored me *roll eyes*
Last piece of news. We're getting a new car. Candy is no more. I'm quite sad actually. Candy is the first car I'm considered to have owned and she's been the best little girl to drive in. I'm so gonna blardy miss her. Obviously I'm not looking forward to the new car because I'm not even intending to mention it at all here. We've got it for sure, COE and all, and the new car will be arriving in January. Let me drop you another hint. It's a Honda. Damn to all future U-turns I'm gonna make in that one.
There were alot of things that new car would be missing. Especially since my colleague got the same model 2 weeks ago, I found out, to my distress that they didn't have steptronic. I don't know how you spell that, but steptronic, to me, is the best thing to use to overtake super slow cars. Or even super fast cars for that matter. I don't mean sports cars or what, I meant those that are driving so fast, but yet not fast enough, and you want to cut into their lane and they're blind to you so they don't speedn up enough, nor slow down enough to let you cut in.
A driving license and a car comes together with a whole load of stupid incidents on the road you will come to love and hate. Hate, I don't need to mention much, but love.. ooh.. it's when you drive in front of a cute guy on the road and he doesn't know it but you consistently look into the rear mirror to see his face.
OH. MY. GAWD.
And the best part is when you two travel like that for the entire expressway e.g. when you fetch Jo home and you take the CTE back to my place that entire stretch. I was quite sad when I had to exit at the Braddel Road exit eventually while cute guy continued his journey to goodness knows where.
HAHAHAHA...
Ok ok.. shh shhhh.. don't give out too much secret.
Wow, and I was supposed to mourn about how much I am going to miss Candy!! Especially this..
Electric tailgate... it has the ability to magically conjure up a 3D image of the internationally-understood sign, the middle finger, whenever someone is tailgating you.
I. Am. So. Kidding.... But really, this is one interesting feature of Candy. She is able to close the boot by herself. And make sure it is locked down firmly too. HA! I bet the Honda can't do that!!! All you had to do was to press a certain button and the boot auto closes.
PFFFFFFFFFFFffff....
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:28 pm
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Saturday, December 29, 2007
I think this is a damn nice song, but was wondering how come all the singer these days don't do the cover of it. Thankfully, or unfortunately, Amy Winehouse came along. Anyway, I read from the papers that there was this newscaster who read her name wrongly. Instead of calling her Amy Winehouse, he called her Amy Wineglass. I think it was unintended. HAHAHAHAHAHA... Yea, but I think she's still battling with her drugs and alcohol problem. I think now that she's famous, it's getting more difficult to stop her addiction.
That aside, she sounds great. Hear from here:
Another cute song I would like to mention in today's old song blog is Mandy Moore's Stupid Cupid:
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:34 am
Ah Gong's Birthday
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Goodness me, how could I forget to upload some pictures from Ah Gong's birthday.
The limelight, however, went all the way to little Shaun Lim!
I often wonder since he is the only 4th generation so far, will he end up becoming over-pampered or not... Cos he has a rascal-like features that really make me wonder, haha!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AH GONG!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:33 am
Excuse me while I rant
It's right before 8am on a Sunday morning (ooh, I'm tempted to launch into a particular Maroon 5 song).
I just woke up from a dream. Dreams sometimes really tell me what I really really want, and this time it's not just about moving to another house. I had that moving-house dream I think 3x in the past one week.
But last night's one was about a holiday. I'm not sure to which country, but it was definitely a hotel that me and my whole family (along with cousins, aunties, uncles) were staying at.
Sadly, the only holiday I'd probably ever have before I graduate in July will be to Genting. Better than nothing, I reckon. I could have gone nowhere at all. It's just the job I hate. The accumulating work that I have to clear when I come back.
I always have the mentality that if it can wait for me to come back, it is not urgent. But, HA! Tell that to the Sales team.
Never have I ever taken a leave (unless it is a half-day leave) that would be completely free of calls for help from the office. This alone, tells me that when you really go and find a job, for your own sake, please find something that you will like, so when such things happen, you wouldn't mind so much.
I don't mind 'minding' it at the moment. I've no family to support with my miserable pay, no possessive unreasonable illogical and temperamental boyfriend to entertain (wait a minute.. I DO!!!), and my dogs are so well-disciplined, they do not fight for my attention.
All this will be until July. And then it's off to that long-awaited graduation trip to Japan that Dad promised me. I'd like to add in one or two trips to Thailand too, haha!
Another thing I'd like to add here was that as I was tossing and turning in bed, I thought about crystals. My love for crystals started with my first crystal bracelet that I bought when I was in Sec 2. I remembered it was actually quite an ugly orange and green bracelet. Nevertheless, I bought it at $35, an amount that was staggering to a non-working $20 a week allowance 14-year-old who DO NOT like the idea of taking extra money from her parents.
I didn't really think about crystals though. It was more about my Primary school that I was thinking about. CHIJ Katong Primary, to be exact. I've always hated Moulmein because I had an especially hard time fitting in with a particular teacher, and I said many times before how I was bullied by this bitch who would knock her knuckles against the back of my head (MANY times too) and when I turned around, she pretended she didn't do it. Yea right, not unless she's a ghost because I saw her shadow.
As Kelly Clarkson once sang in the song 'Never Again'.. a part goes: I would never wish bad things, but I don't wish you well...
How apt!
ANYWAY, about Katong Primary, or what I recall of it. I have the weirdest habit. Back when I was learning piano, my piano teacher thought I had dyslexia. I'm not sure whether she highlighted it to my mother, but you know the alphabet 'C'... I kept writing it in the opposite direction. The mirror-ed image of 'C'. Of course, I was damn blardy young at that time and I remembered wrongly how 'C' was supposed to be written, except that IT WAS IN MY NAME! C FOR CINDY.
So now, I have decided to change my name to Apple to help forget about the horrific past. I remembered that piano's teacher reaction when she saw me writing my weird 'C' as well as my mirrored image of 'B'.
'A' was probably the only alphabet I wrote correctly.
SO YES. In Katong, we were divided into classes. Unlike Moulmein's class 4A, 4B, 4C and etc, we had fanciful class names.
I was from AM 1.. AM stands for amethyst, the beautiful purple crystal. We had other classes too, all of them were names of different crystals (and were so difficult that I couldn't remember them today. Something along the lines of Sapphire and Turquoise).
But I had a problem adapting to it. You remember how back in Primary school, we always had to write our names on the exercise books beforehand? And then on the first day of school, the teacher would say "Okay, class, I need 3 exercise books. One called Spelling. One called Composition. And one called Comprehension." for example lah... I can't remember much.
So we always had to write in our own names and class onto these exercise books.
SOMEHOW.. Instead of writing the class name, which is AM-1.. I always wrote 1AM.
I had absolutely no frigging idea why AM-1 wouldn't stick to my head.
Let me end this blog post with something totally irrelevant (as usual). I think I have a very bad lizard problem at home. Almost every door hinge I peer into has a dead flattened lizard in it.
So people, the next time you come to my house, don't stand and sniff near the doors okay? HAHAHA.. Eeww.. sick.. how am I going to enjoy breakfast now.. *roll eyes*..
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 7:58 am
Lao Zai...
Saturday, December 22, 2007
I have the highly-envied talent these days of being able to go to toilet to crap almost immediately after dinner. Unfortunately, my parents term it in Hokkien as 'lao zai'.. meaning luck flows away, because what you just ate, will be flushed out.
I think it's a little too late to announce this but later at 10pm, Channel 5 is going to show The Village. It's a pretty good show, believe me, and you ought to catch such type of show at least once in your life.
With that, I am going to go pay attention to my little Ba Zi now because he's sick. Which chicken mcnugget told me that I buy pufferfish always buy 2 die 3, buy 3 die 4... huh?!
Anyway, while changing the tank water just now, I noticed that there was one miserable little shrimp still alive. Can you believe it? The last time I bought shrimps for them to eat was almost 3 months ago!! Ho ho... That fella is really a survivor.
Next change of topic, our project group was delighted with the news that we actually scored a distinction for our presentation!!!!!! Woohooooooo!!!!!!!!!
It's time to go talcum myself, blow dry my hair, get a bowl of nice yummy peanut Tang Yuan and sit myself in front of the TV awaiting the start of The Village.
Happy Tang Yuan eating!!!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:12 pm
Been a long time since we talked about Oscar
Sunday, December 16, 2007
So here's a very short quick video of him.
Can you actually imagine this green little asshole knocking on my balcony door at weird hours of the morning (on weekends), and right before I go to bed to remind me to feed him?
It's one pet you cannot irresponsibly ignore without feeding!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:29 pm
Wei Xiao Pasta
Friday, December 14, 2007
I should be studying for exams, but I'm watching this drama instead.
I really shouldn't be. For 2 reasons.
1. I really really should be studying :)
2. I think this drama suck
Hahaha, yes. Note point 2. The drama is exaggerated, but not enough (leastways not as much as Westside story that is so super exaggerated I never finished watching it)... and yet it's supposed to be a 'normal' drama.
I think good dramas are dying out. What bout dramas that are more to Meteor Garden (seems like being incredibly rich makes you incredibly able to do ANYTHING except get your mum to accept the girl you like).. and Full House (that make it seem like it is actually possible that an orphaned girl can live alone in a house without having to work, at all, for what seemed like eternity up until she gets tricked by her two only friends in the world and meets a superstar).
*Slaps forehead*
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 6:37 pm
Keep Bleeding
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Thank goodness the title of the song has a 'Love' behind, otherwise it'd sound like something that happens every month.
I'm in love with this song. I saw her sing live too, on this show, on Youtube. Amazingly, she's equally good while singing live. I would say no difference at all between her singing in the mtv and her singing live.
So may as well show you all the MTV version.
I'm suffering from indigestion for the past almost 2 weeks. The doctor (and my mother), asked what I ate. I couldn't figure out what wrong thing I ate.
But suddenly it hit me.
In a particular last week of November, I had four huge meals. Probably more than that.
Had one Jap buffet with the D&D Committee as a 'thank-you' dinner.
Thereafter went with Sales and had a mega lunch buffet as a farewell to Susan.
Then had another lunch buffet as farewell to Susan with service control.
And then that same evening we also celebrated my boss's birthday with just a cake, thankfully no more food.
AND THEN a gala dinner with some Shanghai Night theme by the Hospitality Purchasing Association.
It's cos our company is a member, so we were given one table that the managers had trouble filling up, so eventually happy me skipping here and there from all the great meals of the week, was asked if I were free that night to go and attend.
It was not a letdown. It was a typical Chinese wedding-like dinner, scallops, shark's fin, abalone. You name it.
It got quite bad we had to skip the last dessert meal. Ok, it wasn't bad, I mean bad as in we were feeling very full, and they were playing so many games it was stopping the staff from serving food too fast.
Well, actually because the last dessert was not mango sago with pomelo. Hahaha!! Think about it I will start drooling from the sides of my mouth. Want to see before I use my chou chou to wipe it away?
Ya. The love of my life, other than Chubby and a few others, is my chou chou. I remember when I was younger, I brought it EVERYWHERE I GO. Except to school. Know why? I am abit paranoid about losing it in school. I had friends who stole my ruler before (it was a 30cm ruler bought from Sentosa with alot of different marine fish on it).
I must admit I fought for that ruler back. With a few other classmates who had seen the girl stole it. That girl had to be almost 1 head taller than me. Think her name was Pamela. We didn't really fight you know. That would have gotten us into a whole load of trouble especially with us being only Primary 1, in a girls' school.
More of a battle of words, and then I walked up and took the ruler back, and ask her to tell the teacher and her mum if it really belonged to her.
That was, personally the gutsiest shit I ever did when I was that young.
That aside, I brought chou chou to everywhere I went, including to dinner. As in, at home that kind of dinner. After eating dinner and feeling extremely satisfied, I'd take a long sniff out of my chou chou the way I see some smokers do to their cigarettes *yucks*. I mean yucks to the cigarette.
My Ah Gong was convinced that everytime I used chou chou to wipe my mouth after dinner, and I would deny it.
It's just like the way he always smokes, I always need my chou chou. EXCEPT, chou chou is a one-time expenditure thing. I don't spend close to a few thousand dollars, maybe even exceeding that amount to smoke every year, my mouth don't stink, food tastes good to me, my skin is already bad enough and I don't intend to worsen it by smoking, and I don't have blackened/yellow teeth caused by nicotine other than the stupid silver atomic-bomb material teeth filling a primary school dentist gave to me.
It mystifies me why people smoke. I can't figure out an exact reason. Why do so many of you smoke? My dad, my grandpa, my bro, my another bro, my friends, and my colleagues.
I have only come to one conclusion. At some point or another in their life, they fell to peer pressure. Some unconfident feeling about themselves. I understand sometimes why some people want to smoke. Because when the whole group of your smoking friends go out somewhere to smoke together, they're sort of bonding while they smoke, joke and laugh.
And there you are, left behind in some air-conditioned place like a pathetic loser.
No wonder they say smoking is caused by peer pressure, directly or indirectly, but I think if you really fell for that and went to start smoking, you're a real loser.
L.O.S.E.R.
I hate it, and think it's unfair. Just because some of you smoke, we all have to sit at the smoking tables. I know some of you don't mind dying early and continue smoking, but it's stupid when I have all intention to live past 100 years old and then I have to sit with smokers there and inhale all the secondhand smoke and probably end up dying even earlier.
But other than friends, are there any other reasons smoking started? Don't try to lie through your teeth and say it tastes good. No one was born to smoke. And cigarettes were not made to be that expensive in the first place. I'm sure any smoker's first puff was one filled with coughing and gasping, yet you persisted, and eventually got stupidly hooked.
I'm saying all this because I wanted to say it a really long time ago but kept forgetting, up until this inconsiderate auntie held up the entire queue at the 7-eleven for almost 15 minutes just because she wanted to buy 20 sticks of chocolate-flavoured cigar. WTF.
All I wanted to do was pay for my snacks, and get out, go home, and take a long intense sniff at my chou chou pillow who was waiting at home the whole day for me.
PS: My chou chou is referring to my baby pillow that I used since I was a baby. Has nothing to do with whatsover drug related stuff. Not even an asthma inhaler.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 9:33 am
I'd Never Let You Go!!~
Saturday, December 01, 2007
I had a friend whose dog died recently. She had it for 15 years or so. It was a Chihuahua. In fact, the cremation's today.
It was weird, because last week when we were having lunch, I was telling all of them, her included, how I cried when Didi had to be admitted into the hospital.
As life would have it, Didi was discharged and fine but her dog suddenly died. She was late for work so she rushed out of the house. Her mother was the one who found it dead, and hardened later on that morning when they opened the balcony doors to let the dog in.
People say that smiling/laughing is contagious. Well, I can tell you that crying is, too.
She was a nice girl. She dropped everything and rushed home, but eventualy returned because she felt that it was really irresponsible to throw down her work and then go off.
It was truly shocking at first because she suddenly started crying out loud. As in LOUD. We thought she got scolded by a customer or something. So you see, really, some customers can be assholes. It's not out of the norm for one of the girls to cry.
Please, if you're reading this, don't be an asshole customer. I'd bet that all asshole customers go to hell. And burn and rot there for eternity.
Oops. Out of topic.
Anyway, I avoided her as much as I could after she came back, because I very well know that if she cries in front of me, I am so definitely going to cry too. Definitely. It's because you would really understand how it feels if it happened to you before, provided you love the dog enough. I thought it was very cruel for some of the people in office to be laughing at her reaction over her dog.
I was so not able to avoid her for long. She walked over to my table, put her hand on my shoulder and said: Cindy, I think right now you are the only one here who can understand how I feel.
Whoa, after she said that I can already feel my tears welling up around the brim of my eyes already.
But today's a wonderful Saturday. Let's not talk about such sad stuff. I just thought of putting two great songs that will rock your day.
Have a happy weekend! :)
PS: Tracy, if you have room in your heart, get another dog. Cleaning up after the new dog's pee and poo will really make you grieve less for the old one, not that you shouldn't be grieving, but you should share the lurrrrrrrvvvvvv if you have enough to share, you know what I mean?
Today's Song Choice: NEVER LET YOU GO / LET YOU GO
Paid attention to the lyrics? Yes it really goes "Turn around, your back on each other, it's a good idea to break a promise to your mother.." HAHAHAH
