Today is Blaeck's 3rd wedding anniversary. Firstly, I wonder why is it called a Wedding Anniversary? Should it be marriage anniversary? Or do we only remember the wedding and not the marriage? When did the wedding end and the marriage began? From the moment I said "I do"? Or when Lydia says "Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Mr and Mrs Tay".
Mrs Tay. That's a salutation and a surname I only use when the banks or the telephone company calls. I remembered when I was in America and I introduced myself as Eying Wee, people just assumed that I am Mrs Wee and that Hei's surname is Wee. Once, the guard at the gantry even called Hei "Mr Wee"!
Thats an Asian thing I realise. I dont understand how as developed western countries are, the women always adopt their husband's surname. My mother took my dad's surname but never legally. My boss still holds her own surname and so did I. And I cant imagine my sister being Elin De Mercurio. *No offense Mark, its a lovely surname. Just I am so used to Elin Wee*.
So I am a wife. Ive been a wife for the last 3 years. How does that feel?
Honestly, not much difference. Was I suppose to get a gush of new emotions when I signed the papers? I didn't. Was I suppose to look at Hei differently? I didn't.
But did my life changed? I suppose it did. iGeek thinks I have grown up and mature, but I hardly think its because of the new marital status right?
Sex still the same - just less these days because of work schedule (God! I hate that reason). But it didn't change before or after (Yes Yes, I was no virgin when I got married).
Do I love Hei more? I dont necessarily think so. I do think that our relationship has evolve though. Like when we first met it was more physical appeal, the sexual tension - then as you get to know each other better you get that rush of admiration - now its more of an understanding. Sure the physical animal lust is still there but the companionship is so much more interesting.
A toast to 3 years and 3 years more!
Cheers.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Day 5: Mitsui Outlet Park + Shinjuku
Food No. 20: Ebi Soba + Inari, Yasai Tempura Soba + Onigiri
Ahh hot breakfast, it was delish. Except that I couldnt slurp the noodles due to my stupid cough. My inari was nice with sesame in the rice. Yumss..
It was suppose to be suppose day yesterday but the outlet was disappointing. Not that it had nothing to buy but it wasnt exactly outlet prices and the clothes were all made for winter. So my takings for the day were only a Columbia vest, a ha
t and 4 LL sized stockings.
Look how nice my Columbia vest it. I wore it immediately (of course, as per my nature). And immediately I felt a rush of warmess. I LOVE it....
Food No. 21: Tuna Pasta with Chocolate cake
We took a break during lunch time at the outlet mall. Not hungry but after seeing everyone eat the pasta around us, we (or I) wanted one too. "Seems like very nice, everyone is having it", I said. Only to realise its because the cafe only serves pasta.
Our waiter hardly spoke English so through some hand gesturing, we order. But when 3 drinks came for us, we reckon we must have a miscomm somewhere.
Pasta was alright. Im not a fan of cooked tuna bu its ok. Still looking for better pasta in Japan.
By the time we were done, it was around 4.30 and we took a ride to Shinjuku. My god, the train ride took 1.5 hours but maybe because we were on a holiday that we didnt realise it at all. Train this evening was not that crowded, after experience the literal pack like sardines that evening where I was almost lifted off my feet. Nothing faced me anymore. We have learnt to follow behind a Japanaese Ojisan who will OPEN a path for us.
Food No. 22: BBQ Meats
We went back to Shinjuku for dinner cos we having seem the place at night. It was like Neon Lights Festival. I wanted Shabu Shabu for dinner and Hei wanted to BBQ - so the first restaurant we saw was a BBQ restaurent and we went. Embedded in the table was small BBQ set. Again through hand gesturing, we order a set of beef, pork, veggies and what i think are hokkaido crab legs.
The crab legs were yummmmm. At first we didnt know how to BBQ it since it was already cooked so we "heated" its up only but realise the flesh inside was still cold. So Hei said to put until the shell got blacked and after that, it was trule yummmmssss.
After dinner, we walked around a little and saw all the young trying to make it gangsters....hair long like Feng Yun and wear only like 1 button shirt and 1 jacket, freezing their ass off. Hei got approached by 1 african man for "Wanna try strip club?" - and we know we have wandered too deep into the alley. heheh.
Food No. 23: Cheese Pancake.
I forgot to take a picture. But it was too thick for my liking.
Food No. 24: Takopachi
They only sell in balls of 8!!! And these are like half size bigger than those in Singapore....I only managed 2....was so full...Hei had the rest.
"Super Nihon" Rating for the day: 7/10 - My Columbia Vest Rulllezzz but Im coughing my lungs out.
Ahh hot breakfast, it was delish. Except that I couldnt slurp the noodles due to my stupid cough. My inari was nice with sesame in the rice. Yumss..
It was suppose to be suppose day yesterday but the outlet was disappointing. Not that it had nothing to buy but it wasnt exactly outlet prices and the clothes were all made for winter. So my takings for the day were only a Columbia vest, a ha
t and 4 LL sized stockings.Look how nice my Columbia vest it. I wore it immediately (of course, as per my nature). And immediately I felt a rush of warmess. I LOVE it....
Food No. 21: Tuna Pasta with Chocolate cake
We took a break during lunch time at the outlet mall. Not hungry but after seeing everyone eat the pasta around us, we (or I) wanted one too. "Seems like very nice, everyone is having it", I said. Only to realise its because the cafe only serves pasta.
Our waiter hardly spoke English so through some hand gesturing, we order. But when 3 drinks came for us, we reckon we must have a miscomm somewhere.
Pasta was alright. Im not a fan of cooked tuna bu its ok. Still looking for better pasta in Japan.
By the time we were done, it was around 4.30 and we took a ride to Shinjuku. My god, the train ride took 1.5 hours but maybe because we were on a holiday that we didnt realise it at all. Train this evening was not that crowded, after experience the literal pack like sardines that evening where I was almost lifted off my feet. Nothing faced me anymore. We have learnt to follow behind a Japanaese Ojisan who will OPEN a path for us.
Food No. 22: BBQ Meats
We went back to Shinjuku for dinner cos we having seem the place at night. It was like Neon Lights Festival. I wanted Shabu Shabu for dinner and Hei wanted to BBQ - so the first restaurant we saw was a BBQ restaurent and we went. Embedded in the table was small BBQ set. Again through hand gesturing, we order a set of beef, pork, veggies and what i think are hokkaido crab legs.
The crab legs were yummmmm. At first we didnt know how to BBQ it since it was already cooked so we "heated" its up only but realise the flesh inside was still cold. So Hei said to put until the shell got blacked and after that, it was trule yummmmssss.
After dinner, we walked around a little and saw all the young trying to make it gangsters....hair long like Feng Yun and wear only like 1 button shirt and 1 jacket, freezing their ass off. Hei got approached by 1 african man for "Wanna try strip club?" - and we know we have wandered too deep into the alley. heheh.
Food No. 23: Cheese Pancake.
I forgot to take a picture. But it was too thick for my liking.
Food No. 24: Takopachi
They only sell in balls of 8!!! And these are like half size bigger than those in Singapore....I only managed 2....was so full...Hei had the rest.
"Super Nihon" Rating for the day: 7/10 - My Columbia Vest Rulllezzz but Im coughing my lungs out.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Day 4: Asakusa, Harajuku + Felicia Chin, Roppongi
Started out holy day with a prayer at Sensoji Temple. For 100 yen, I shooked the cylinder with wishing sticks and got a "Final Small Fortune" fortune slip. It was a neither good nor bad fortune with everything being "halved".
Food No. 15: Bean Cake
Reminded me of Mum's attempt at Delimanjoo. It was some cakey thingy with some beany paste in it. Made to order so it was very hot and nice for the morning. But as I walked down the street, I realised there are hand made ones too, selling even cheaper. But oh well...it was nice.
Hei and I walked around the temple a bit, made a couple more wishes and he spotted 2 men in Ninja costumes!!! My inner ninja came out....I took a picture with them and they even let me hold the samurai!!!
Food No. 16: Ice Cream Waffle Sandwich
Like the ones in Singapore but only more expensive. Cant say much cos I didnt taste.
Food No. 17: Yasai Dan-Men + Gyoza and Chashyuu men with some deep fried bamboo shoot
The first and only time I came to Japan was as a kid mebbe about 10-12 years ago. I dont remember much from that trip with mum and echiing except the snowy weather in Nikko (where echiing nearly lost her foot), dinner in hotel on christmas night and the hot of ramen.
Today, Hei and I went into a Chinese/Japanese place to eat and I order the only veggie noodle in the menu. From my limited Japanese, I understood the noodle type as "Dan Mian or Egg Noodles" - so i assume that it was the Chinese part of the restaurant. However, when it came, it tasted like what I remember ramen to taste like.
It was springy and had a very nice al-dante texture. The ramen I have had so far taste more like yeasty spaghetti. So tell me, have I had mistaken Dan Mian for Ramen???
We went to Harajuku again yesterday to Yoyogi Park. Didnt see as many dress-uppers as I liked (I was hopping to see more Gothic Lollies) but we saw a who bunch of Rockabillys who seemed to do the TWIST more than they are rock "n rolling. All the men had the elvis-do --> even those balding ones. It was fun nonetheless.
Food No. 18: Mcdonalds (Mcspicy + Shaka Shaka Chicken)
We went off to Tokyo Tower. For those unaware, its like the Effiel Tower but apparently lighter in structure and taller. I was a litte hungry so order a little Mackers first. Mcspicy here is spicer than Singapore but less meaty. Shaka Shaka Chicken is like a fried chicken patty with the MSG powder --> alright. Nothin fantastic.
Up to the observation tower we went and caught the shadow of Fuji-san....Thats about the closest we will be to Mt Fuji. It was nice......heh.
Food No. 19: Hard Rock Cafe (Ribs and Pork combo and Fillet Steak)
In case you dont know, Hei and I collect shot glasses and fridge magnet everytime we travel and if there is a HRC, we like to buy the shot glass from there as well. Well, anyway, we had dinner too just to have something different.
My fillet steak was nicely cooked (order medium to be on the safe side) but the teriyaki sauce (so japanese right??) was a litte jialet after a while.
We took a walk to Tokyo Midtown with our filled stomachs to see the christmas light up. It was BEAUTIFUL (wait for pictures that do no justify at all...heh).
"Super Nihon" Rating: 8/10 - Lovely Weather during the day really makes everything swell....=)
Food No. 15: Bean Cake
Reminded me of Mum's attempt at Delimanjoo. It was some cakey thingy with some beany paste in it. Made to order so it was very hot and nice for the morning. But as I walked down the street, I realised there are hand made ones too, selling even cheaper. But oh well...it was nice.
Hei and I walked around the temple a bit, made a couple more wishes and he spotted 2 men in Ninja costumes!!! My inner ninja came out....I took a picture with them and they even let me hold the samurai!!!
Food No. 16: Ice Cream Waffle Sandwich
Like the ones in Singapore but only more expensive. Cant say much cos I didnt taste.
Food No. 17: Yasai Dan-Men + Gyoza and Chashyuu men with some deep fried bamboo shoot
The first and only time I came to Japan was as a kid mebbe about 10-12 years ago. I dont remember much from that trip with mum and echiing except the snowy weather in Nikko (where echiing nearly lost her foot), dinner in hotel on christmas night and the hot of ramen.
Today, Hei and I went into a Chinese/Japanese place to eat and I order the only veggie noodle in the menu. From my limited Japanese, I understood the noodle type as "Dan Mian or Egg Noodles" - so i assume that it was the Chinese part of the restaurant. However, when it came, it tasted like what I remember ramen to taste like.
It was springy and had a very nice al-dante texture. The ramen I have had so far taste more like yeasty spaghetti. So tell me, have I had mistaken Dan Mian for Ramen???
We went to Harajuku again yesterday to Yoyogi Park. Didnt see as many dress-uppers as I liked (I was hopping to see more Gothic Lollies) but we saw a who bunch of Rockabillys who seemed to do the TWIST more than they are rock "n rolling. All the men had the elvis-do --> even those balding ones. It was fun nonetheless.
Food No. 18: Mcdonalds (Mcspicy + Shaka Shaka Chicken)
We went off to Tokyo Tower. For those unaware, its like the Effiel Tower but apparently lighter in structure and taller. I was a litte hungry so order a little Mackers first. Mcspicy here is spicer than Singapore but less meaty. Shaka Shaka Chicken is like a fried chicken patty with the MSG powder --> alright. Nothin fantastic.
Up to the observation tower we went and caught the shadow of Fuji-san....Thats about the closest we will be to Mt Fuji. It was nice......heh.
Food No. 19: Hard Rock Cafe (Ribs and Pork combo and Fillet Steak)
In case you dont know, Hei and I collect shot glasses and fridge magnet everytime we travel and if there is a HRC, we like to buy the shot glass from there as well. Well, anyway, we had dinner too just to have something different.
My fillet steak was nicely cooked (order medium to be on the safe side) but the teriyaki sauce (so japanese right??) was a litte jialet after a while.
We took a walk to Tokyo Midtown with our filled stomachs to see the christmas light up. It was BEAUTIFUL (wait for pictures that do no justify at all...heh).
"Super Nihon" Rating: 8/10 - Lovely Weather during the day really makes everything swell....=)
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Day 3: Shinjuku, Harajuku, Shibuya
Woke up late this morning and was bout noon before we managed to get out. As we got off the train in Shinjuku, Hei realised that he had forgotten his wallet and we went back to the inn.
So by the time we reached Shinjuku for the second time, it was 3pm and we were hungry.
Food No 12:Beef Rice Bowl with Egg
We found another emall eatery that you order from a vending maching again -good cos then we dont have to struggle with ordering in japanese/english. We order 2 beef bowl set and it came with a raw egg. After observing what people do, we follow suit. Crack the egg into a saucer, add some soy sauce and add into your beef bowl. I must say, I not a fan of raw eggs but what the heck right? I am in Japan, so do what Japanese do. It was not bad at all.
We walked around shinjuku for a bit, entered Takashimaya and found everything too expensive.
So we decided to head o Shibuya. Along the way, the train stopped in Harajuku , i asked Hei to alight so we can explore the weird place thats Harajuku. There must be like 1000 people at the station, there were even police doing crowd control!!!
Food No. 13: Soba Set with Rice
We liked the one from yesterday so much that we found another store that served similar. It was delish and cheap.
Food No. 14: Sushi
Bad Idea. For me anyway. I was already suffering from a splitting headache and the taste and smell of tis one particular raw prawn like sushi tipped me over the edge,. I was sick.
So I am gonna stop blogging here. My head is going split open and I am not wearing my specs, so god knows Im typing properly now.....
Super Nihon Rating for the day: 6/10 --> I am really having a badddd headache, but Harajuku was funnnnn
So by the time we reached Shinjuku for the second time, it was 3pm and we were hungry.
Food No 12:Beef Rice Bowl with Egg
We found another emall eatery that you order from a vending maching again -good cos then we dont have to struggle with ordering in japanese/english. We order 2 beef bowl set and it came with a raw egg. After observing what people do, we follow suit. Crack the egg into a saucer, add some soy sauce and add into your beef bowl. I must say, I not a fan of raw eggs but what the heck right? I am in Japan, so do what Japanese do. It was not bad at all.
We walked around shinjuku for a bit, entered Takashimaya and found everything too expensive.
So we decided to head o Shibuya. Along the way, the train stopped in Harajuku , i asked Hei to alight so we can explore the weird place thats Harajuku. There must be like 1000 people at the station, there were even police doing crowd control!!!
Food No. 13: Soba Set with Rice
We liked the one from yesterday so much that we found another store that served similar. It was delish and cheap.
Food No. 14: Sushi
Bad Idea. For me anyway. I was already suffering from a splitting headache and the taste and smell of tis one particular raw prawn like sushi tipped me over the edge,. I was sick.
So I am gonna stop blogging here. My head is going split open and I am not wearing my specs, so god knows Im typing properly now.....
Super Nihon Rating for the day: 6/10 --> I am really having a badddd headache, but Harajuku was funnnnn
Friday, December 18, 2009
Day 2 - Yokohama & Akihabara
Woke at 9 this morning. Showered and got ready in an hour. Checked the weather - low of 5 degrees and high of 9 degrees. But I must have totally forgotten how cold 5 was.
Hei and I took a train to Tokyo and changed to a JR to Yokohama. From Yokohama, we changed to another train to Shin Yokohama to visit the Ramen Museum.
Food No. 5: Macdonalds (Big Mac and Teriyaki Burger Value Set) Price: 1080 yen
Those who know me knows that I like to try Mackers at every country I visit. Hei found the Big Mac to be the same but the Teriyaki burger was yums. Sitted beside us was a Cauasian dude who spoke Japanese...Impress!!!
Food No. 6: Ramen @ Ramen Museum. Price: 2450 yen.
Salty! Ramen Museum was a disappointment. Nothing to see or do. Everything was in Japanese and I had to pay to eat Ramen after paying 300yen for admission!!!! At the entrace, I saw that they sold 3 months pass and 1 year pass. Then I realise why, its actually like a collection of restaurants that serves ramen from all over Japan. Hokkaido, Tokyo etc. So you need to pay like a cover charge to eat! My soup was salty and the noodle nothing fantastic.
Hei was irritating though, after I pointed out Japanese was the land of slurping. The louder the better, he SLURPED EVERYTHING!
Food No. 7: Vicks Medicated Drops (Lemon Flavour) Price: 218 yen
Ahhhh, sooth my throat.
Food No. 8: Corn Soup, Sausage and Chips, Coffee and Tea.
We went to the Pier at Yokohama after that. It was bone chilling cold but we trudge to see this statue "The girl who always have red shoes on". Its a LIE!!! We walked for 15 mins only see a bronze statue of a little girl sitting down and no red shoes. =P
Then, we droped by a little diner/cafe called Jonathan for coffee. The soup was not hot and the tea was too mild.
Food No. 9: Curry Rice + Soba Set, Katsudon. Price: 780 yen
BEST MEAL SO FAR!!!! At a little corner shop in Akihabara where we order through a vending machine, so no hand gesturing. I had just plain hot soba and curry (gravy only) with rice and it was amazing. Tasty, hot, cheap! I walked out with a huge SMILE on my face.
We went to a 6 stories sex shop in Akihabara. Rubber vaginas, dildos of all shape size and voltage, nipple clips, lingere, porn, what kinky fantasy you want they've got it. I made sure there was another women there before I enter. It was both fascinating and disturbing.
There was a automated apparatus that helps a man masturbate. How lazy can humans get!?!?!
Food No. 10: Bread
Hei was still feeling peckish after dinner so we bought some bread from a japanese-french confectionery. Taste different but yums.....at least the one I had.
Food No. 11: Donut (Sugar, Chocolate) + Churos
As we were walking back to the inn, we went by Mister Donut. Just wanting to take a peek at what they sold (Donuts duh?!) we ended up with more food.....
"Super Nihon" rating for the day: 6/10 - Dinner was too awesome...
Hei and I took a train to Tokyo and changed to a JR to Yokohama. From Yokohama, we changed to another train to Shin Yokohama to visit the Ramen Museum.
Food No. 5: Macdonalds (Big Mac and Teriyaki Burger Value Set) Price: 1080 yen
Those who know me knows that I like to try Mackers at every country I visit. Hei found the Big Mac to be the same but the Teriyaki burger was yums. Sitted beside us was a Cauasian dude who spoke Japanese...Impress!!!
Food No. 6: Ramen @ Ramen Museum. Price: 2450 yen.
Salty! Ramen Museum was a disappointment. Nothing to see or do. Everything was in Japanese and I had to pay to eat Ramen after paying 300yen for admission!!!! At the entrace, I saw that they sold 3 months pass and 1 year pass. Then I realise why, its actually like a collection of restaurants that serves ramen from all over Japan. Hokkaido, Tokyo etc. So you need to pay like a cover charge to eat! My soup was salty and the noodle nothing fantastic.
Hei was irritating though, after I pointed out Japanese was the land of slurping. The louder the better, he SLURPED EVERYTHING!
Food No. 7: Vicks Medicated Drops (Lemon Flavour) Price: 218 yen
Ahhhh, sooth my throat.
Food No. 8: Corn Soup, Sausage and Chips, Coffee and Tea.
We went to the Pier at Yokohama after that. It was bone chilling cold but we trudge to see this statue "The girl who always have red shoes on". Its a LIE!!! We walked for 15 mins only see a bronze statue of a little girl sitting down and no red shoes. =P
Then, we droped by a little diner/cafe called Jonathan for coffee. The soup was not hot and the tea was too mild.
Food No. 9: Curry Rice + Soba Set, Katsudon. Price: 780 yen
BEST MEAL SO FAR!!!! At a little corner shop in Akihabara where we order through a vending machine, so no hand gesturing. I had just plain hot soba and curry (gravy only) with rice and it was amazing. Tasty, hot, cheap! I walked out with a huge SMILE on my face.
We went to a 6 stories sex shop in Akihabara. Rubber vaginas, dildos of all shape size and voltage, nipple clips, lingere, porn, what kinky fantasy you want they've got it. I made sure there was another women there before I enter. It was both fascinating and disturbing.
There was a automated apparatus that helps a man masturbate. How lazy can humans get!?!?!
Food No. 10: Bread
Hei was still feeling peckish after dinner so we bought some bread from a japanese-french confectionery. Taste different but yums.....at least the one I had.
Food No. 11: Donut (Sugar, Chocolate) + Churos
As we were walking back to the inn, we went by Mister Donut. Just wanting to take a peek at what they sold (Donuts duh?!) we ended up with more food.....
"Super Nihon" rating for the day: 6/10 - Dinner was too awesome...
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Day 1 in Nihon!
1.20pm: Touch down in Narita Airport. Yokoso!!!!
Unfortunately, the flight this morning was too blarddy early for me to get excited. Especially when silly NWA didnt put 2 passengers who booked together, seats together. I politely asked the kind bloke beside me to switch with Hei and he obliged. 6 hour flight and I managed to only watch 1 movie "Up". Took me 3 tries, keep falling asleep in between. But its good I suppose, journey seemed much shorter.
A cold rush of kaza (wind) came into contact with my face and I was instantly awaken. It was a breeze collecting our luggages and taking the limosine bus. We also found the inn quite easily.
Sasano-san (the inn keeper) was really nice in showing us the room and giving us brief directions on where to go.
Now. Before I came, I had this vision that all the Japanese Ive learnt came back to me and I spoke Japanese with confidence but as Sasano-san was struggling to speak to us in English. All I could managed was a smile and nod. Stupid Eying, you returned everything you learned.
Hei and I put our things away and explored the area we stayed in.
Food No. 1: Tori on a stick, Tori Skin on a stick, Tori and Leeks on a stick. Price 370yen.
We found the metro and took a ride into central Tokyo to buy our disney tickets. That went pretty well. But for 10,000 yen per person, I better cry more than I did in Orlando when I steped in.
Food No. 1: Ramen with Chashu. Price 2150 yen.
We pulled ourselves out of Daimaru and walked along the streets, stopped by a couple of restaurants but the menus were all in Japanese so I didn't dare to go in. A waiter in one of the (what we thought was shabu shabu) restaurant walked our and uttered a bunch of Japanese. After realising we were not responding, he asked "Chugoku desu ka?". I know whats that! I replied with confidence "Iie, Shingapuru desu". He smiled and I then asked "Ramen desu ka?". Im sure Akai-Sinsei (my japanese teacher) would shake his head in despair at what I failure I turned out to be.
The nice waiter said he had no ramen and pointed down the street. I didnt understand the language but pointing is universal. We trudged down and went into the first store with a ramen picture.
Food No. 3: Freshness Burger - Classic Burger. Price 420yen
Lydia and Echiing told us about it and we stumbled upon it on the way to the nearby supermarket. We had just ate a huge bowl of ramen but thats not gonna stop us. At least not my husband. The onions were grilled nicely but after a heavy dinner, all I could stomach was a small bite.
"Super Nihon" rating for the day: 5/10 --> tired from the early morning flight.
Unfortunately, the flight this morning was too blarddy early for me to get excited. Especially when silly NWA didnt put 2 passengers who booked together, seats together. I politely asked the kind bloke beside me to switch with Hei and he obliged. 6 hour flight and I managed to only watch 1 movie "Up". Took me 3 tries, keep falling asleep in between. But its good I suppose, journey seemed much shorter.
A cold rush of kaza (wind) came into contact with my face and I was instantly awaken. It was a breeze collecting our luggages and taking the limosine bus. We also found the inn quite easily.
Sasano-san (the inn keeper) was really nice in showing us the room and giving us brief directions on where to go.
Now. Before I came, I had this vision that all the Japanese Ive learnt came back to me and I spoke Japanese with confidence but as Sasano-san was struggling to speak to us in English. All I could managed was a smile and nod. Stupid Eying, you returned everything you learned.
Hei and I put our things away and explored the area we stayed in.
Food No. 1: Tori on a stick, Tori Skin on a stick, Tori and Leeks on a stick. Price 370yen.
We found the metro and took a ride into central Tokyo to buy our disney tickets. That went pretty well. But for 10,000 yen per person, I better cry more than I did in Orlando when I steped in.
Food No. 1: Ramen with Chashu. Price 2150 yen.
We pulled ourselves out of Daimaru and walked along the streets, stopped by a couple of restaurants but the menus were all in Japanese so I didn't dare to go in. A waiter in one of the (what we thought was shabu shabu) restaurant walked our and uttered a bunch of Japanese. After realising we were not responding, he asked "Chugoku desu ka?". I know whats that! I replied with confidence "Iie, Shingapuru desu". He smiled and I then asked "Ramen desu ka?". Im sure Akai-Sinsei (my japanese teacher) would shake his head in despair at what I failure I turned out to be.
The nice waiter said he had no ramen and pointed down the street. I didnt understand the language but pointing is universal. We trudged down and went into the first store with a ramen picture.
Food No. 3: Freshness Burger - Classic Burger. Price 420yen
Lydia and Echiing told us about it and we stumbled upon it on the way to the nearby supermarket. We had just ate a huge bowl of ramen but thats not gonna stop us. At least not my husband. The onions were grilled nicely but after a heavy dinner, all I could stomach was a small bite.
"Super Nihon" rating for the day: 5/10 --> tired from the early morning flight.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
The little things
I just watching Asian Food Channel and they were showing the program "One night with Daniel Boulud". Apparently he is some top chef and he was here in Singapore for the first time.
While I was watching the program, the program featured other chef including one that is close to my heart, Chef Cristof (not sure if I spelt it correctly).
About 10 years ago, I was an intern at a small event company. One of the events I helped out was a dinner held at Ritz Carlton. At the event, I was really busy and didnt get any dinner at all. Chef Christof came by once to my event at around 8.00pm to make sure the dinner was going well, our eyes met and he asked if I had eaten. I shooked my head and said I have been busy working.
15 mins later, a hotel staff came by to the reception desk where I was with a steaming bowl of Wanton Noodles Soup. I have been fairly hungry but just didnt have time to eat or have anything to eat. I told the hotel staff that I didnt order any food (and was worried because with the meagre $500 montly "salary", I couldnt afford what could easily be $20 wanton mee").
"Compliments from Chef Christof"
I had tears in my eyes and I couldnt believe what could possibly be the executive chef of the hotel that he cared if I had eaten or not. I finished every strand of noodles, every drop of soup and every piece of wanton. It was the best I have ever eaten.
Chef Cristof came by again at around 9ish to make sure that the noodles was delivered to me. I thanked him and for that moment, wanted to even marry him. Mrs Christof wouldnt be that bad right?
Sometimes isnt it just the smallest gesture that touches your heart?
While I was watching the program, the program featured other chef including one that is close to my heart, Chef Cristof (not sure if I spelt it correctly).
About 10 years ago, I was an intern at a small event company. One of the events I helped out was a dinner held at Ritz Carlton. At the event, I was really busy and didnt get any dinner at all. Chef Christof came by once to my event at around 8.00pm to make sure the dinner was going well, our eyes met and he asked if I had eaten. I shooked my head and said I have been busy working.
15 mins later, a hotel staff came by to the reception desk where I was with a steaming bowl of Wanton Noodles Soup. I have been fairly hungry but just didnt have time to eat or have anything to eat. I told the hotel staff that I didnt order any food (and was worried because with the meagre $500 montly "salary", I couldnt afford what could easily be $20 wanton mee").
"Compliments from Chef Christof"
I had tears in my eyes and I couldnt believe what could possibly be the executive chef of the hotel that he cared if I had eaten or not. I finished every strand of noodles, every drop of soup and every piece of wanton. It was the best I have ever eaten.
Chef Cristof came by again at around 9ish to make sure that the noodles was delivered to me. I thanked him and for that moment, wanted to even marry him. Mrs Christof wouldnt be that bad right?
Sometimes isnt it just the smallest gesture that touches your heart?
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Its probably not the same for everyone, I find a mother's voice one of the most comforting sounds. Was told before that I share an awesome relationship with my mother and I usually shrug it off. Because I thought its the same for everyone. Dont everyone get along with their mother? Afterall, we live in her for 9 months.
Must say, mom and I didn't always get along. I admit I was a difficult child; spoilt by daddy and grandma and was stubborn as a mule. My mum was just being mother-like; strict and protective and always thinks she is right! (Though, most times in my tweens, she probably were. Dont tell her that).
But it got so much better as I grew older, I take her "criticisms" less personally and she was less uptight about all the mistakes I may make. Today, yes, we still get into fights, she still complains about me to me and gives me the staredown when she disagree with my actions. Nonetheless, we hardly at all bear grudges (i secretly thinks she does though *smiles*).
This evening I called my mummy as I was grocery shopping - asking her what is the ideal soup for a post cataract surgery patient ie. Blacksman. She gave me a couple tips and we hung up the phone. Somehow, that telephone conversation made me smile. It was just a comfort to hear my mom's voice. Its like I know I can rely on her for anything.
Thanks Mum for everything.
Must say, mom and I didn't always get along. I admit I was a difficult child; spoilt by daddy and grandma and was stubborn as a mule. My mum was just being mother-like; strict and protective and always thinks she is right! (Though, most times in my tweens, she probably were. Dont tell her that).
But it got so much better as I grew older, I take her "criticisms" less personally and she was less uptight about all the mistakes I may make. Today, yes, we still get into fights, she still complains about me to me and gives me the staredown when she disagree with my actions. Nonetheless, we hardly at all bear grudges (i secretly thinks she does though *smiles*).
This evening I called my mummy as I was grocery shopping - asking her what is the ideal soup for a post cataract surgery patient ie. Blacksman. She gave me a couple tips and we hung up the phone. Somehow, that telephone conversation made me smile. It was just a comfort to hear my mom's voice. Its like I know I can rely on her for anything.
Thanks Mum for everything.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Seriously. First we crown a Ms Singapore World who can't speak English to save her life. Then we find out that she is a fraudster who has 60 impending charges of credit card fruad against her.
But we still glorify her by giving her a 2 FULL PAGE spread in the main paper of Sunday times.
What's up with our newspaper?
Beauty Peagant winner. Fraudster. And now Bi-polar. How much attention are we going to give this woman. I rather the newspaper interview the needy of Singapore. The good deeds of any particular Singapore. Anything but her. Let the news die, take the spotlight away. Can't you see you are just feeding her desires?
Seriously. We need to move on and focus on more significant issues. Otherwise, we will just be like her. BOOMZ.
But we still glorify her by giving her a 2 FULL PAGE spread in the main paper of Sunday times.
What's up with our newspaper?
Beauty Peagant winner. Fraudster. And now Bi-polar. How much attention are we going to give this woman. I rather the newspaper interview the needy of Singapore. The good deeds of any particular Singapore. Anything but her. Let the news die, take the spotlight away. Can't you see you are just feeding her desires?
Seriously. We need to move on and focus on more significant issues. Otherwise, we will just be like her. BOOMZ.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Who are we to laugh at Ris Low?
Because we are Singapore.
Because Ris Low is representing Singapore.
Because I believe deep down, no matter how much we complained about this country, we are patriots and we are proud of the achievements from this little fishing village.
I admit I am guilty. I was one of those who viewed the video interview of Miss Singapore World 09, Ris Low, and laughed. Mostly, I was appalled at how she won.
But after reading last Sunday's newspaper, I was even more taken aback by the words of Ms Jennifer Yin, Head secretariat of the Speak Good English Movement.
"If you can't speak good English, don't even attempt to speak to them in broken English..." makes me wonder how old Ms Yin is. I am in my late 20s and many of our parents in my generation did not have the priviledge of higher education. Their English is not fluent and their Mother Tongue may not be perfect. Is Ms Yin insuitating that our parents then do not speak to us at all? Isn't it through every day communication, every day use that you improve your language skills?
What consitutes good English? Do we pronouce every syllable or do we attempt to speak with an accent? Singlish like all other "forms" of English is a slang. It is a nationalistic way of speaking in Singapore. Much like the local slang of Australia, USA and UK. I am sure Singaporeans are not criticising that Ms Ris Low speaks Singlish but her pronouniciation was appaling and her diction was unclear.
Ms Yin also mentioned that she hears Ms Low's speech patterns on the train from young people. Well, I am not sure what train she has been on (probably another planet) but from where I came from (Singapore), young people do not say "rad", "preens" or "zip-bra".
While it is heartwarming to read Ms Tracy Lee defending Ms Ris Low, I do disagree with her statement that "this is a beauty contest". We need to remember that beauty contests as such are also platforms to showcase Singapore to the rest of the world. We may not win. We may not even get to semi-finals. But who we send is a representation of our country. She will have the chance to network with representatives from other countries. She will serve as an ambassador of our nation.
Do we want other countries to know Singapore as one that "boomz"?
Because Ris Low is representing Singapore.
Because I believe deep down, no matter how much we complained about this country, we are patriots and we are proud of the achievements from this little fishing village.
I admit I am guilty. I was one of those who viewed the video interview of Miss Singapore World 09, Ris Low, and laughed. Mostly, I was appalled at how she won.
But after reading last Sunday's newspaper, I was even more taken aback by the words of Ms Jennifer Yin, Head secretariat of the Speak Good English Movement.
"If you can't speak good English, don't even attempt to speak to them in broken English..." makes me wonder how old Ms Yin is. I am in my late 20s and many of our parents in my generation did not have the priviledge of higher education. Their English is not fluent and their Mother Tongue may not be perfect. Is Ms Yin insuitating that our parents then do not speak to us at all? Isn't it through every day communication, every day use that you improve your language skills?
What consitutes good English? Do we pronouce every syllable or do we attempt to speak with an accent? Singlish like all other "forms" of English is a slang. It is a nationalistic way of speaking in Singapore. Much like the local slang of Australia, USA and UK. I am sure Singaporeans are not criticising that Ms Ris Low speaks Singlish but her pronouniciation was appaling and her diction was unclear.
Ms Yin also mentioned that she hears Ms Low's speech patterns on the train from young people. Well, I am not sure what train she has been on (probably another planet) but from where I came from (Singapore), young people do not say "rad", "preens" or "zip-bra".
While it is heartwarming to read Ms Tracy Lee defending Ms Ris Low, I do disagree with her statement that "this is a beauty contest". We need to remember that beauty contests as such are also platforms to showcase Singapore to the rest of the world. We may not win. We may not even get to semi-finals. But who we send is a representation of our country. She will have the chance to network with representatives from other countries. She will serve as an ambassador of our nation.
Do we want other countries to know Singapore as one that "boomz"?
Sunday, August 30, 2009
I hardly blog these days. Lack of time, no inspiration, pure laziness.
But today, I stumbled upon the video on Singapore's representative for Miss Universe and god she is stupid. Stupid and not that pretty. The picture of her on the Miss Universe website looks like a porn star, she can pass of as a ka-toi and her video interview shows how stupid she is.
Rachel Kum is her name - should change it to Rachel KUM-GONG.
If you have 3 wishes, what would they be.
1) My first wish is wishing happiness for myself.
2) My second wish is wishing happiness for all mankind. - Stupidity starting to show.
3) My third wish is wishing to have more wishes!
OMG, and she is a manager in the medical industry. HELP!
But today, I stumbled upon the video on Singapore's representative for Miss Universe and god she is stupid. Stupid and not that pretty. The picture of her on the Miss Universe website looks like a porn star, she can pass of as a ka-toi and her video interview shows how stupid she is.
Rachel Kum is her name - should change it to Rachel KUM-GONG.
If you have 3 wishes, what would they be.
1) My first wish is wishing happiness for myself.
2) My second wish is wishing happiness for all mankind. - Stupidity starting to show.
3) My third wish is wishing to have more wishes!
OMG, and she is a manager in the medical industry. HELP!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Where got ghost?
Hei and I went to watch "Where got ghost" on Friday night. Its a new local production by Jack Neo.
3 ghost stories with comedic elements in them. Well, it wasn't that good, or that funny plus the animation really sucked, but all in all, i thought the idea behind it was quite good. Its quite an enjoyable film.
This morning was Singapore Bay Run/Army Half Marathon. It was my worst yet, but attribute to a diarrorea that occured in my 3km mark - resulted in a 20 min bomb at the first toilet (2 km away). Lousy because at i started, i really thought i would do quite well this time.
Not disappointed with myself, but wonder what holds for me the next time i do this.
Anyway, this is my favourite trailer by far. You know how normally before a movie starts, you get the trailer that ask you to turn your phone to silent. This is a funny one.
3 ghost stories with comedic elements in them. Well, it wasn't that good, or that funny plus the animation really sucked, but all in all, i thought the idea behind it was quite good. Its quite an enjoyable film.
This morning was Singapore Bay Run/Army Half Marathon. It was my worst yet, but attribute to a diarrorea that occured in my 3km mark - resulted in a 20 min bomb at the first toilet (2 km away). Lousy because at i started, i really thought i would do quite well this time.
Not disappointed with myself, but wonder what holds for me the next time i do this.
Anyway, this is my favourite trailer by far. You know how normally before a movie starts, you get the trailer that ask you to turn your phone to silent. This is a funny one.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Tell me what you think about this.
This evening, Hei and I went on a dinner date at Himawari. A Japanese restaurant that serve ala carte buffet - includes shabu shabu and sukiyaki. Yums.
Anyway. Sitting next to us a group of 9 adults and 1 toddler. When Hei and I arrive, there was only 1 lady sitting at the table and when asked how many people will be coming, she said "8 adults, all buffet".
Soon after, her group of friends arrived and I noticed there were 9 adults instead of the original 8 she mentioned.
Then i realised 2 of her friends brought their domestic helper and what I thought was rather appaling was that the domestic helper did not eat. She was just busy feeding the toddler.
So the woman was right, 8 adult buffet dinner.
In this scenario, would you have just invited the domestic helper to have dinner together? I would. Hei would too.
Granted that it was about $40 per person, but if you are to bring your domestic helper out, why would you make her sit there just to watch you eat?
That's just cruel.
This evening, Hei and I went on a dinner date at Himawari. A Japanese restaurant that serve ala carte buffet - includes shabu shabu and sukiyaki. Yums.
Anyway. Sitting next to us a group of 9 adults and 1 toddler. When Hei and I arrive, there was only 1 lady sitting at the table and when asked how many people will be coming, she said "8 adults, all buffet".
Soon after, her group of friends arrived and I noticed there were 9 adults instead of the original 8 she mentioned.
Then i realised 2 of her friends brought their domestic helper and what I thought was rather appaling was that the domestic helper did not eat. She was just busy feeding the toddler.
So the woman was right, 8 adult buffet dinner.
In this scenario, would you have just invited the domestic helper to have dinner together? I would. Hei would too.
Granted that it was about $40 per person, but if you are to bring your domestic helper out, why would you make her sit there just to watch you eat?
That's just cruel.
Monday, August 10, 2009
The DeMercurio Family left last Saturday on the morning flight back to Melbourne.
Although it was not the first time that Lin left Singapore, she cried as she hugged us good bye. Chiing cried, Ah-Ma Wee cried.
But the most heart wrenching moment was for me to see tears rolling down A-Gong Wee's cheeks as well. This is a father who has sent 3 daughters away to study and for the first time, he can't bear to see someone off.
"You make A-Gong so happy" - thats a phrase I hear so often the last 2 weeks.
I was the heartless one. Devoid of all feelings.
I wonder should 1 day I have a child, would A-Gong Wee say the same to my son/daughter?
Although it was not the first time that Lin left Singapore, she cried as she hugged us good bye. Chiing cried, Ah-Ma Wee cried.
But the most heart wrenching moment was for me to see tears rolling down A-Gong Wee's cheeks as well. This is a father who has sent 3 daughters away to study and for the first time, he can't bear to see someone off.
"You make A-Gong so happy" - thats a phrase I hear so often the last 2 weeks.
I was the heartless one. Devoid of all feelings.
I wonder should 1 day I have a child, would A-Gong Wee say the same to my son/daughter?
On the lovely Saturday afternoon after we came back from Hong Kong, the Wee Family welcome back the DeMercurio Family. Bruno, Teresa, Mark, Lin and of course, little lovely Aless. A fan club of about 11 people waited (some more impatient than others) at the arrival gate and when they finally walked out of the gate, A-Gong Wee couldn't help but lunge little Aless into his arms.
The moment was magical as we watched A-Gong Wee's eyes twinkle as he played with his BOY.
After 20 mins of hugging, "hi-s" and "how-are-you", I finally managed to come up with a plan and whisked everyone to the car.
However, in the midst of happiness, the Tay family received grim news. Senior Tay was in the hospital again for a fever that won't subside. It was serious this time. The following week was then spent shuttling between work, Chelsea and SGH.
The Tay family is amazing. For a family who don't share affection openly like the Wees, when it comes time to band together, they really band together. All the sibling respected what each had to say and their strength for each other really shows. Each also know his/her own role and how to carry their duties out.
Unfortunately on Friday, 1st August 2009, at 6.41am, Senior Tay couldn't hang on to life anymore and passed away.
Hei broke down.
And my heart ached.
Nonetheless, the Tays came together again, united as ONE. The funeral proceedings when through smoothly without a hitch.
One night as we laied in bed, Hei said something that got me thinking; "Isn't it weird how your family is celebrating life while mine is moaning for death?"
The Wees was throwing a party for A-Gong Wee's 60th, Aless's 2nd, Lin's 35 and Teresa (dunno).
That's life isn't it?
The moment was magical as we watched A-Gong Wee's eyes twinkle as he played with his BOY.
After 20 mins of hugging, "hi-s" and "how-are-you", I finally managed to come up with a plan and whisked everyone to the car.
However, in the midst of happiness, the Tay family received grim news. Senior Tay was in the hospital again for a fever that won't subside. It was serious this time. The following week was then spent shuttling between work, Chelsea and SGH.
The Tay family is amazing. For a family who don't share affection openly like the Wees, when it comes time to band together, they really band together. All the sibling respected what each had to say and their strength for each other really shows. Each also know his/her own role and how to carry their duties out.
Unfortunately on Friday, 1st August 2009, at 6.41am, Senior Tay couldn't hang on to life anymore and passed away.
Hei broke down.
And my heart ached.
Nonetheless, the Tays came together again, united as ONE. The funeral proceedings when through smoothly without a hitch.
One night as we laied in bed, Hei said something that got me thinking; "Isn't it weird how your family is celebrating life while mine is moaning for death?"
The Wees was throwing a party for A-Gong Wee's 60th, Aless's 2nd, Lin's 35 and Teresa (dunno).
That's life isn't it?
Friday, July 17, 2009
My first blog entry from my iPhone. Mebbe first let me talk bout it a bit. I love it. My phone is not only entertaining, it's alson intelligent and interactive. This phone really makes u loge it a little more everyday. Well done apple. Good job.
It's been a while since I last blog. So long that I can't really recall what has happen since then.
Hei and I r going to hong kong on Sunday for 4 days! It's been a year and a half since we came back from USA and our first holiday since being back. I am so freaking excited man. So excited yet so unsure what we r gonna do there. He hasn't been to hk before and I've only been once before for work so it's almost the first time as well. So exciting.
It seems to be a relationship season. I'm was sorry to hear that 4 of my friends broke up with their partners but hearten to learn that 1 is in like and dating and 1 is in love. I'm still in love. With mr blackman. Althouh he does irritates me as I do him but we r good. Great. Awesome. Perfect.
This is me in the morning on the train. Random thoughts.
Till another long train ride. Over and out
It's been a while since I last blog. So long that I can't really recall what has happen since then.
Hei and I r going to hong kong on Sunday for 4 days! It's been a year and a half since we came back from USA and our first holiday since being back. I am so freaking excited man. So excited yet so unsure what we r gonna do there. He hasn't been to hk before and I've only been once before for work so it's almost the first time as well. So exciting.
It seems to be a relationship season. I'm was sorry to hear that 4 of my friends broke up with their partners but hearten to learn that 1 is in like and dating and 1 is in love. I'm still in love. With mr blackman. Althouh he does irritates me as I do him but we r good. Great. Awesome. Perfect.
This is me in the morning on the train. Random thoughts.
Till another long train ride. Over and out
Sunday, June 28, 2009
On Friday dawn, I woke up to an SMS from Elin that says "MJ is dead. Dont feel so sad ok?". For a moment, I was shocked. Running through my head was the person that MJ stands for. I thought of my Grandma but we didnt call her MJ. Sleepiness got the better of my, i shrug it off and went back to bed.
It was only after I trule woke up then i realise, she must mean Michael Jackson.
And if you are wondering why my sister will ask me not to feel too sad. That's cos I was a HUGE fan of MJ. Michael Jackson was born 29 August 1958. I was born 1 September 1982. Because our birthdays are only 2 days apart, as a kid, I always thought him and I have a special connection.
Michael was my first love. I sang his songs. I wore his t-shirt (til it faded). I went to his concert. I taped over Echiing's beloved Madonna's Immaculate concert with Michael's B&W MTV. I even cried when those stupid children sued him for molestation. And every year for my birthday, my wish was to go to Neverland Ranch.
"Man in the Mirror" was my favourite song. And in those days with where Internet was not available, I wrote his lyrics down while listening to the song again and again.
As a kid, I never imagine Michael growing old. Or dying. He was 50 when he died.
Over the entire weekend, I watched documentaries of Michael, news coverage of his passing and his music videos...something rekindled inside. And guilt rushed over me because I felt that I had abandoned him for the past 10 - 15 years.
I am sorry. And rest in peace. You are to me what Elvis is to my dad and tho I am not as fanatical, you were my first love. Even before Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels. =)
It was only after I trule woke up then i realise, she must mean Michael Jackson.
And if you are wondering why my sister will ask me not to feel too sad. That's cos I was a HUGE fan of MJ. Michael Jackson was born 29 August 1958. I was born 1 September 1982. Because our birthdays are only 2 days apart, as a kid, I always thought him and I have a special connection.
Michael was my first love. I sang his songs. I wore his t-shirt (til it faded). I went to his concert. I taped over Echiing's beloved Madonna's Immaculate concert with Michael's B&W MTV. I even cried when those stupid children sued him for molestation. And every year for my birthday, my wish was to go to Neverland Ranch.
"Man in the Mirror" was my favourite song. And in those days with where Internet was not available, I wrote his lyrics down while listening to the song again and again.
As a kid, I never imagine Michael growing old. Or dying. He was 50 when he died.
Over the entire weekend, I watched documentaries of Michael, news coverage of his passing and his music videos...something rekindled inside. And guilt rushed over me because I felt that I had abandoned him for the past 10 - 15 years.
I am sorry. And rest in peace. You are to me what Elvis is to my dad and tho I am not as fanatical, you were my first love. Even before Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels. =)
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
Much has happened since my last entry
On a global front;
1) H1N1 (or my husband calls it Hi-Ni) flu has taken over the world with Melbourne now known as the flu capital of the world.
2) General Motors declared bankruptcy, another blow to the automotive industry of United States
3) N.Korea launced a nuclear thingy into space
4) A plane disappeared and resurfaced (crashed) 2 days later
....list goes on
On a national front
1) Singapore has now 15 cases of H1N1
2) National Day tickets are all given out. No surprise there.
3) Singapore Idol began its auditions for this season. *groan*
4) Great Singapore Sales began
5) Temperature inches higher on a daily basis
...and the list goes on
On a home front
1) Eck is back from Vietnam - good event. happy with herself, but sees room for improvement.
2) Capt Black is gonna be Major Black - CONGRATULATIONS
3) Blaeck are both hooked on the new channel 8 drama series "The Ultimatum" - cheesy and old plot but entertaining.
Today, I finally took Kaykay out for a short jog round the neighbourhood, afterwhich we climbed 17 floors back up to the apartment. Man, that was tiring but really fulfilling. Time to relax and time for ourselves.
On a global front;
1) H1N1 (or my husband calls it Hi-Ni) flu has taken over the world with Melbourne now known as the flu capital of the world.
2) General Motors declared bankruptcy, another blow to the automotive industry of United States
3) N.Korea launced a nuclear thingy into space
4) A plane disappeared and resurfaced (crashed) 2 days later
....list goes on
On a national front
1) Singapore has now 15 cases of H1N1
2) National Day tickets are all given out. No surprise there.
3) Singapore Idol began its auditions for this season. *groan*
4) Great Singapore Sales began
5) Temperature inches higher on a daily basis
...and the list goes on
On a home front
1) Eck is back from Vietnam - good event. happy with herself, but sees room for improvement.
2) Capt Black is gonna be Major Black - CONGRATULATIONS
3) Blaeck are both hooked on the new channel 8 drama series "The Ultimatum" - cheesy and old plot but entertaining.
Today, I finally took Kaykay out for a short jog round the neighbourhood, afterwhich we climbed 17 floors back up to the apartment. Man, that was tiring but really fulfilling. Time to relax and time for ourselves.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
INJUST!
If you have not watch "Angels and Demons" and want to, maybe you shouldn't read this entry.
I considered myself a fan of Dan Brown even only after reading 2 books. DaVinci's Code and Angels and Demons really drew me into the story, I hang onto every single word and didn't mind sacrificing sleep just to read 1 more chapter. The storyline was refreshing, the suspense was captivating and the characters were interesting.
Although DaVinci's Code, the movie, strayed from the book (due to the book's sheer length) but it covered the very essence of story. Symbols were explained, characters remain true. The movie didn't rush through the story.
But Angels and Demons, the movie, sucked BIG TIME. It is TOTALLY nothing like the book.
1) Where was the Director of Cern in the whole movie? He was the one who read the journals and realise that master mind.
2) Robert Langdon met Vittoria at Cern when Vittoria's adopted father was found dead with the Illuminati brand was found on his chest! Vittoria did not discover Silvano's body. There wasn't a team of scientists working on the anti-matter project. Only 2 people knew about this project - Vittoria and her father! Robert Langdon was first called to Cern. Vittoria was in another country when her father was killed!
3) How come the Carmalengo spoke in part scottish, part italian, part british accent?
4) The Carmalengo did not run so calmly out into St Peter Sq, asked the helicopter pilot to get down. He ran out like a crazy man with Robert at his heels, pull the pilot of and Robert got onto the helicoptor just as it got off the ground! That's where he discovered the mastermind behind the whole kidnapping. Carmalengo parachute off the heli and leave Robert to die. Robert jumped off and landed in a river....
5) Where was the guide at the Patheon that "helped" Robert and Vittoria find the first marker?
And many many more flaws. Its so disappointing and I am hardly disappointed with movies. I actually found this movie boring!
And to this note, after the movie, I overhead a conversation between this dude, whom i suspect is trying to impress his girlfriend and his friends by saying "Wah, what a great movie. It's exactly like the book and its great to actually see it on screen". BLAH!
I must say however, and it does sound a little perverse. As I read the book, i visualise in my mind the scenes and the scene of the 3 cardinals' murder was exactly the same as in my mind.
I considered myself a fan of Dan Brown even only after reading 2 books. DaVinci's Code and Angels and Demons really drew me into the story, I hang onto every single word and didn't mind sacrificing sleep just to read 1 more chapter. The storyline was refreshing, the suspense was captivating and the characters were interesting.
Although DaVinci's Code, the movie, strayed from the book (due to the book's sheer length) but it covered the very essence of story. Symbols were explained, characters remain true. The movie didn't rush through the story.
But Angels and Demons, the movie, sucked BIG TIME. It is TOTALLY nothing like the book.
1) Where was the Director of Cern in the whole movie? He was the one who read the journals and realise that master mind.
2) Robert Langdon met Vittoria at Cern when Vittoria's adopted father was found dead with the Illuminati brand was found on his chest! Vittoria did not discover Silvano's body. There wasn't a team of scientists working on the anti-matter project. Only 2 people knew about this project - Vittoria and her father! Robert Langdon was first called to Cern. Vittoria was in another country when her father was killed!
3) How come the Carmalengo spoke in part scottish, part italian, part british accent?
4) The Carmalengo did not run so calmly out into St Peter Sq, asked the helicopter pilot to get down. He ran out like a crazy man with Robert at his heels, pull the pilot of and Robert got onto the helicoptor just as it got off the ground! That's where he discovered the mastermind behind the whole kidnapping. Carmalengo parachute off the heli and leave Robert to die. Robert jumped off and landed in a river....
5) Where was the guide at the Patheon that "helped" Robert and Vittoria find the first marker?
And many many more flaws. Its so disappointing and I am hardly disappointed with movies. I actually found this movie boring!
And to this note, after the movie, I overhead a conversation between this dude, whom i suspect is trying to impress his girlfriend and his friends by saying "Wah, what a great movie. It's exactly like the book and its great to actually see it on screen". BLAH!
I must say however, and it does sound a little perverse. As I read the book, i visualise in my mind the scenes and the scene of the 3 cardinals' murder was exactly the same as in my mind.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
What's your ultimate loathe?
My ultimate loathe is people who dont voluntarily give up their seat for the senior citizens on public transport. Especially those who sits at the corner seats which is designated for preggies, children, handicap or seniors.
And especially when they pretend to be sick or nauseous or sleeping when someone else does give up their seat.
We need to be more gracious. Please people.
And especially when they pretend to be sick or nauseous or sleeping when someone else does give up their seat.
We need to be more gracious. Please people.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Hei and I went to watch "Taken" on Saturday. Good morning, realistic background, a little unbelievable lead but overall, disturbing. Its a great movie I, as a woman, rather not watch.
"Taken" is about a 17 year old girl who decides to spend the summer with her friend in Paris. At the airport, they met "Peter" who is actually part of a syndicate out to kidnap female tourists, forces drugs into their system (making them addicts) and then pimps them as prostitutes. "Pure bloods" or virgins are then auction off to the highest bidder in a high society auction, paying up to $250k. Liam Neeson, the father, went to Paris to hunt down this syndicate and find his daughter.
I am sure this is real. In America, Ive watch several news / documentary on missing women in Europe and South America. The families have never received a ranson note nor any traces of them going missing. Its almost as if these women just disappeared from the face of this world.
This is a scary world we live in. Sometimes, its almost cannibalistic.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Spoke to Hairyboobs over msn today.
My god, I have know this woman for 10 years. Going 11 actually. Yet sometimes I feel like I dunno her at all. Always surprise me and Im amazed by how much/little she has grown over the past few years. hiak hiak.
For one she has certainly blossom into a full woman. Long femine curls and dresses and makeup has made her into an eye candy. But her inability to decide has not changed. Though I must give her credit for not saying "you eat what i eat what" these days. Plus, the fact is, she is probably the smartest person i know. Pursuing her PHD....she is the last person you would imagine to have a Permanent Head Damage....except if it was literal. And sometimes I do think she does suffer from it.
I love her deep deep la...stupid girl.
And we have iGeek....she has changed so much physically and "mentally?" that no ex-school mate ever recognise her in public. Yes, as iGeek will say..her boobs has changed...from a proud 80B, she will say now she has dwindled into a A cup. It has been a long time now since her BALD days but her adventures with heels is still much to be anticipated. "I walk up a hill to work" she says. Or "I cherish my knees". Nonetheless, this girl has a heart of gold.
I also love her long time....stupid girl.
My god, I have know this woman for 10 years. Going 11 actually. Yet sometimes I feel like I dunno her at all. Always surprise me and Im amazed by how much/little she has grown over the past few years. hiak hiak.
For one she has certainly blossom into a full woman. Long femine curls and dresses and makeup has made her into an eye candy. But her inability to decide has not changed. Though I must give her credit for not saying "you eat what i eat what" these days. Plus, the fact is, she is probably the smartest person i know. Pursuing her PHD....she is the last person you would imagine to have a Permanent Head Damage....except if it was literal. And sometimes I do think she does suffer from it.
I love her deep deep la...stupid girl.
And we have iGeek....she has changed so much physically and "mentally?" that no ex-school mate ever recognise her in public. Yes, as iGeek will say..her boobs has changed...from a proud 80B, she will say now she has dwindled into a A cup. It has been a long time now since her BALD days but her adventures with heels is still much to be anticipated. "I walk up a hill to work" she says. Or "I cherish my knees". Nonetheless, this girl has a heart of gold.
I also love her long time....stupid girl.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
I went for a walk/jog earlier.
Woke at 7ish to send Hei to a bbal competition and saw joggers and felt inspired. So after I got home, I changed into my FBT and addidas and took kayano out.
Noted how I put walk before jog? Cos thats mainly what I did. 6km and i think i only managed to jog 2.4 or so.
Im sure even Kayano is disappointed.
As I was walking, I thought about all the excuses that made me not jog....sun was too hot, road was uneven, no other joggers so no role model. But its just me. I should just make my jogging more regular again. 4 months between jogs is not acceptable. Besides as I get older, I have less will power!
I remembered the first time I actually went out for a jog. About 2 years younger and had plently of will power and mental strength to tell myself to keep going.
Times has changed.
Discipline...come bestow yourself upon me.
Woke at 7ish to send Hei to a bbal competition and saw joggers and felt inspired. So after I got home, I changed into my FBT and addidas and took kayano out.
Noted how I put walk before jog? Cos thats mainly what I did. 6km and i think i only managed to jog 2.4 or so.
Im sure even Kayano is disappointed.
As I was walking, I thought about all the excuses that made me not jog....sun was too hot, road was uneven, no other joggers so no role model. But its just me. I should just make my jogging more regular again. 4 months between jogs is not acceptable. Besides as I get older, I have less will power!
I remembered the first time I actually went out for a jog. About 2 years younger and had plently of will power and mental strength to tell myself to keep going.
Times has changed.
Discipline...come bestow yourself upon me.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Recently met up with molala and debster at hougang mall for dinner, dessert and mackers.
to debs: its all about the journey. enjoy the journey!!!
we started chatted about books and those 2 went on to talk about this writer Picololo (paulo colhol) aka paulo callhome....and how his books are about women and self discovery or something liddat.
It made me feel kinda stupid....kinda...a little...actually not really.
But I not into self discovery. I like novels...stories about conspiracy theories, about organised crime (currently reading Godfather)...stories...where I can immerse into the story and visualise like Im watching a movie....
why read something that makes you ponder about yourself so much?
shallow...mebbe thats me.
oh well, shallow i shall be then. hehe....what a crappy blog entry.
to debs: its all about the journey. enjoy the journey!!!
we started chatted about books and those 2 went on to talk about this writer Picololo (paulo colhol) aka paulo callhome....and how his books are about women and self discovery or something liddat.
It made me feel kinda stupid....kinda...a little...actually not really.
But I not into self discovery. I like novels...stories about conspiracy theories, about organised crime (currently reading Godfather)...stories...where I can immerse into the story and visualise like Im watching a movie....
why read something that makes you ponder about yourself so much?
shallow...mebbe thats me.
oh well, shallow i shall be then. hehe....what a crappy blog entry.
Got this from molala who got it from igeek who get it from debster.
Your view on yourself:
You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love:
Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.
Your views on education
You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.
The right job for you:
You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.
How do you view success:
You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.
What are you most afraid of:
You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.
Who is your true self:
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.
Your view on yourself:
You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love:
Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.
Your views on education
You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.
The right job for you:
You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.
How do you view success:
You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.
What are you most afraid of:
You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.
Who is your true self:
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Time. What is it a good measurement of?
I often hear how time is not a good measurement of the strength of a relationship. Or that is doesn't justify the stability of a relationship.
I concur.
Time. It doesn't just hold true for relationships. It's not even a good measurement for friendships.
I met up with iGeek and Molala for lemon tea/oolong tea/sugar cane/chinese tea earlier and it dawns upon me at some point. On my right, my best friend. Ive known her for 10 years, she knows my family, she knows about my past relationships, she has seen me after shower when I just have "towel dress" on. And on my left, my good friend and colleague. Ive known her for about 3 years now. She knows my friends and steals them. She travelled with me, slept in the same room with me. And I know her need of "me time".
Both I know I can rely on if I need help. Both I know I will have a blast every time we are out. iGeek knows my past, my present and will know my future. Molala knows my present and will know my future.
So what is time a good measurement of?
In my previous entry, I blogged about my disappointment in Ah-Mei and since that day. I felt like a stone was lifted from my chest. I no longer "pine" for her - pine for her friendship to return like it was previously. I no longer worry about her well-being. I no longer wonder what she is doing and I no longer wait for the phone call with the nervous voice screaming "HELP ME ECK!!!"
She has become - "the friend I used to know".
So for "the friend I used to know" - I wish you well and happiness. And our 10 years of friendship shall be hung up like soccer boots after a match. This is the end of an era. I shall walk forward, with my head held high, together with my best friends, PJ Hong & iGeek and my other great friends, Molala, Debster, Ollie......
So really. What is time a good measurement of?
Its a good measurement of working hours! Tick. Tick Tick....time counts down to the end of another working week....Woohoo! Weekend is round the corner.
I often hear how time is not a good measurement of the strength of a relationship. Or that is doesn't justify the stability of a relationship.
I concur.
Time. It doesn't just hold true for relationships. It's not even a good measurement for friendships.
I met up with iGeek and Molala for lemon tea/oolong tea/sugar cane/chinese tea earlier and it dawns upon me at some point. On my right, my best friend. Ive known her for 10 years, she knows my family, she knows about my past relationships, she has seen me after shower when I just have "towel dress" on. And on my left, my good friend and colleague. Ive known her for about 3 years now. She knows my friends and steals them. She travelled with me, slept in the same room with me. And I know her need of "me time".
Both I know I can rely on if I need help. Both I know I will have a blast every time we are out. iGeek knows my past, my present and will know my future. Molala knows my present and will know my future.
So what is time a good measurement of?
In my previous entry, I blogged about my disappointment in Ah-Mei and since that day. I felt like a stone was lifted from my chest. I no longer "pine" for her - pine for her friendship to return like it was previously. I no longer worry about her well-being. I no longer wonder what she is doing and I no longer wait for the phone call with the nervous voice screaming "HELP ME ECK!!!"
She has become - "the friend I used to know".
So for "the friend I used to know" - I wish you well and happiness. And our 10 years of friendship shall be hung up like soccer boots after a match. This is the end of an era. I shall walk forward, with my head held high, together with my best friends, PJ Hong & iGeek and my other great friends, Molala, Debster, Ollie......
So really. What is time a good measurement of?
Its a good measurement of working hours! Tick. Tick Tick....time counts down to the end of another working week....Woohoo! Weekend is round the corner.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Life is short - this is a phrase often heard but not felt often.
Saturday I went to pick my 黑人from the airport. As he got out of immigration, he called to ask if I wanted anything from DFS and mentioned that his former colleague "Major Lotus"got into an accident earlier and died. I couldn't believe my ears. Major Lotus was only in his 30s, have a wife and a young son. How can he die?
黑人look slightly shaken and distraught when he walked out of the arrival gates. His phone was beeping off the hook and he was talking to other friends, trying to get more information. But bless my 黑人's heart for he kept his spirits up and had nice late dinner with me before heading home.
Now, Ive met Major Lotus a few times and liked the man. Besides from 黑人's closer friends like Songtong and Rududy, Major Lotus was another whom I thought made the effort to get to know me. He was funny and friendly and had no airs even though he was ranked more superior than 黑人.
Noone deserves to die so young. Not when your whole life is ahead of you. Not when you have a son whose life you should see through, at least til he graduates and get married. Noone deserves to die so young.
So to Major Lotus. May you rest in peace and go to a place where luxury cars is at your disposal.
Saturday I went to pick my 黑人from the airport. As he got out of immigration, he called to ask if I wanted anything from DFS and mentioned that his former colleague "Major Lotus"got into an accident earlier and died. I couldn't believe my ears. Major Lotus was only in his 30s, have a wife and a young son. How can he die?
黑人look slightly shaken and distraught when he walked out of the arrival gates. His phone was beeping off the hook and he was talking to other friends, trying to get more information. But bless my 黑人's heart for he kept his spirits up and had nice late dinner with me before heading home.
Now, Ive met Major Lotus a few times and liked the man. Besides from 黑人's closer friends like Songtong and Rududy, Major Lotus was another whom I thought made the effort to get to know me. He was funny and friendly and had no airs even though he was ranked more superior than 黑人.
Noone deserves to die so young. Not when your whole life is ahead of you. Not when you have a son whose life you should see through, at least til he graduates and get married. Noone deserves to die so young.
So to Major Lotus. May you rest in peace and go to a place where luxury cars is at your disposal.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Today is 人日. So HAPPY BIRTHDAY everyone...
The Blaecks had some guests over yesterday night. Sorta like a house-warming/CNY party for Hei's childhood friends. CR and Shar didn't managed to make it, which was a shame. The entire group hasnt gotten together for a long while.
Nonetheless, thanks for GP & ZY for their pizza and crispy duck. Thanks to Dav, FL & lil Maxy for their sushi and ice-cream and lastly, thanks to ZY2 and GY for their champagne and fish-head curry. With exception to Dav & family...no thanks to everyone that was late! =)
I am sorry though, to little Maxy. Our first Casualty of the House, whose forehead mark can still be seen on my glass door of my study room. You literally bounce off the door while screaming at your father not to play mahjong...shell-shocked for 5 seconds, you wailed for mummy who gave you the love and comfort you needed. Dont worry, you werent the only one shocked...the room was so quiet for that 5 seconds you could hear a pin drop!
With that I shall knight you. Little Maxy, Iron Head Warrior...
The Blaecks had some guests over yesterday night. Sorta like a house-warming/CNY party for Hei's childhood friends. CR and Shar didn't managed to make it, which was a shame. The entire group hasnt gotten together for a long while.
Nonetheless, thanks for GP & ZY for their pizza and crispy duck. Thanks to Dav, FL & lil Maxy for their sushi and ice-cream and lastly, thanks to ZY2 and GY for their champagne and fish-head curry. With exception to Dav & family...no thanks to everyone that was late! =)
I am sorry though, to little Maxy. Our first Casualty of the House, whose forehead mark can still be seen on my glass door of my study room. You literally bounce off the door while screaming at your father not to play mahjong...shell-shocked for 5 seconds, you wailed for mummy who gave you the love and comfort you needed. Dont worry, you werent the only one shocked...the room was so quiet for that 5 seconds you could hear a pin drop!
With that I shall knight you. Little Maxy, Iron Head Warrior...
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friends. They are like FRIdays and no matter how great it was, FRIdays ENDS.
Have you ever lost a friend? I know I have and while I believe most of the time it’s my fault – not making enough effort to keep in touch, this time I feel that I lost a friend while trying to be her friend.
For people who doesn’t know yet, I have moved into my own shack. The moving process made me clear out items from my past. Photo albums, mementos given to me from ex-friends and ex-boyfriend. Items that are kept so deep in the closet or so high up that dusts have settled in and are staying put. I went through photos in my lower secondary life – XiaoHan, Huimin, Peiqi, Becky, Liling, Peixi, Anthea, Weishan and Meijia, all appearing in photos after photos. We went to the Bird Park together, the beach together and stayed in a chalet together. But all are people I cannot bring myself to call as friends. They are fragments of my history, people from the past or acquaintances. For that, I am sorry. Sorry for not making enough effort to keep in touch. Sorry that I let us drift apart, no matter how different our personalities are. For you guys, thanks for wonderful memories. Thanks for once calling me your friend. Some even good friends.
Up to a few years ago, I belong to a very tight knit group of 4 – PJ Hong, iGeek, Ah-Mei and myself. We were tight. Spending almost every other day together, then chatting online afterwards. It seems like we were all individuals with 4 shadows. BC was our haunt and spent many sleepless nights there. And on nights that we slept, I am always the pansy that needed the comfort of a mattress while PJ Hong, iGeek and Ah-Mei slept on the cool marble floor. That was up to a few years ago. Maybe it was about 5 years or so ago.
Then something happened between iGeek and Ah-Mei, causing iGeek to break away for a while. Perth happened that formed cracks between Ah-Mei and myself.
4 suddenly reduced to a trio and a pair. Although PJ Hong was faraway in doctorate land, iGeek and myself was never far from emails, filling her with not-so-juicy details about our not-so-exciting lives and asking her questions on her experiments that at least I have no clue about. “Harvest non-addictive medicinal marijuana!” is what I have been drumming into PJ. Ah-Mei kept everything private between herself and PJ Hong. We hardly ever got any of Ah-Mei’s reply all emails and when they do come, they are filled with patronizing questions to which I don’t think she even really care.
Phuket came last Christmas. 4 girls (plus my dear Hei) was stuck on an island together. Ah-Mei was suddenly faced with a situation where she cannot run, she had to talk to iGeek and me. There were some awkward silence, some whispering of “what should I say” and some “not sure what to do”. But we all played it cool and try to get along. For the 3 days, it seems like everything went back to when we were 16 years old, except we had more cellulite, our boobs were bigger and were legal to drink.
Ah-Mei’s young twat of a girlfriend, Qiop, did the unforgivable. Yet Ah-Mei forgave her and took her back. And even though we haven’t chatted for a long time and it was in darkness, I could hear the quiver in Ah-Mei’s voice when she told us, the hurt that she felt when she learnt the truth.
I was mad.
And in my half drunken stupor after a girl’s night out, I gave Qiop my word of advice. I said that the girls were as close to me as family can get, and I have known them for 10 years. And although I welcome her into the family, I will warn her that the welfare of the girls always comes first for me. If she hurts Ah-Mei, I will hunt her down (even if it means I fly to America) and I will hurt her. For NOONE hurts my family.
I was drunk. Can’t remember all.
Merciless has been a word that’s been used to describe me when “screening” partners. Ive been told by my sisters that their boyfriends fear me the most when meeting the family. Not my father. Me. And once my sister even said I can be brutal when “screening”.
I love you therefore I “screen”.
Now the END has come with my FRIEND. I think I have lost Ah-Mei. Her loyalty and protectiveness over a twat who cheats supercedes my loyalty and protectiveness over her.
“Will Eck be there?” – 4 words that actually stabs my heart. Pain is felt and tears well. Words that come from Ah-Mei because it seems Qiop is UNCOMFORTABLE when I am around.
4 words come from a “friend” who used to come to me when she had problems, when she needed money to fund her supp paper. The friend who used to draw me her skinny chickens and make me laugh. The friend who rubs my head and tell me I am funny. The friend who cooked instant noodles for me when I was drunk young and hungry. The friend I’ve known and loved for 10 years.
I lost.
Have you ever lost a friend? I know I have and while I believe most of the time it’s my fault – not making enough effort to keep in touch, this time I feel that I lost a friend while trying to be her friend.
For people who doesn’t know yet, I have moved into my own shack. The moving process made me clear out items from my past. Photo albums, mementos given to me from ex-friends and ex-boyfriend. Items that are kept so deep in the closet or so high up that dusts have settled in and are staying put. I went through photos in my lower secondary life – XiaoHan, Huimin, Peiqi, Becky, Liling, Peixi, Anthea, Weishan and Meijia, all appearing in photos after photos. We went to the Bird Park together, the beach together and stayed in a chalet together. But all are people I cannot bring myself to call as friends. They are fragments of my history, people from the past or acquaintances. For that, I am sorry. Sorry for not making enough effort to keep in touch. Sorry that I let us drift apart, no matter how different our personalities are. For you guys, thanks for wonderful memories. Thanks for once calling me your friend. Some even good friends.
Up to a few years ago, I belong to a very tight knit group of 4 – PJ Hong, iGeek, Ah-Mei and myself. We were tight. Spending almost every other day together, then chatting online afterwards. It seems like we were all individuals with 4 shadows. BC was our haunt and spent many sleepless nights there. And on nights that we slept, I am always the pansy that needed the comfort of a mattress while PJ Hong, iGeek and Ah-Mei slept on the cool marble floor. That was up to a few years ago. Maybe it was about 5 years or so ago.
Then something happened between iGeek and Ah-Mei, causing iGeek to break away for a while. Perth happened that formed cracks between Ah-Mei and myself.
4 suddenly reduced to a trio and a pair. Although PJ Hong was faraway in doctorate land, iGeek and myself was never far from emails, filling her with not-so-juicy details about our not-so-exciting lives and asking her questions on her experiments that at least I have no clue about. “Harvest non-addictive medicinal marijuana!” is what I have been drumming into PJ. Ah-Mei kept everything private between herself and PJ Hong. We hardly ever got any of Ah-Mei’s reply all emails and when they do come, they are filled with patronizing questions to which I don’t think she even really care.
Phuket came last Christmas. 4 girls (plus my dear Hei) was stuck on an island together. Ah-Mei was suddenly faced with a situation where she cannot run, she had to talk to iGeek and me. There were some awkward silence, some whispering of “what should I say” and some “not sure what to do”. But we all played it cool and try to get along. For the 3 days, it seems like everything went back to when we were 16 years old, except we had more cellulite, our boobs were bigger and were legal to drink.
Ah-Mei’s young twat of a girlfriend, Qiop, did the unforgivable. Yet Ah-Mei forgave her and took her back. And even though we haven’t chatted for a long time and it was in darkness, I could hear the quiver in Ah-Mei’s voice when she told us, the hurt that she felt when she learnt the truth.
I was mad.
And in my half drunken stupor after a girl’s night out, I gave Qiop my word of advice. I said that the girls were as close to me as family can get, and I have known them for 10 years. And although I welcome her into the family, I will warn her that the welfare of the girls always comes first for me. If she hurts Ah-Mei, I will hunt her down (even if it means I fly to America) and I will hurt her. For NOONE hurts my family.
I was drunk. Can’t remember all.
Merciless has been a word that’s been used to describe me when “screening” partners. Ive been told by my sisters that their boyfriends fear me the most when meeting the family. Not my father. Me. And once my sister even said I can be brutal when “screening”.
I love you therefore I “screen”.
Now the END has come with my FRIEND. I think I have lost Ah-Mei. Her loyalty and protectiveness over a twat who cheats supercedes my loyalty and protectiveness over her.
“Will Eck be there?” – 4 words that actually stabs my heart. Pain is felt and tears well. Words that come from Ah-Mei because it seems Qiop is UNCOMFORTABLE when I am around.
4 words come from a “friend” who used to come to me when she had problems, when she needed money to fund her supp paper. The friend who used to draw me her skinny chickens and make me laugh. The friend who rubs my head and tell me I am funny. The friend who cooked instant noodles for me when I was drunk young and hungry. The friend I’ve known and loved for 10 years.
I lost.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
A lesson in English
Recently, I was given a lesson in English by a true blue Englishman (who very kindly hosted hei and myself in his awesomely huge villa).
Conversation goes;
Me: Oh, I am currently renovating my new place at Punggol.
Saint R: You see, 'renovating' is a Singapore lingo. You cant say you are renovating. In the English dictionary, 'renovating' means restoring something back into good condition. Is you house already furnish?
Me (sheepishly): No....so what should be the right term?
Saint R: Finishing...you are finishing or completed your apartment.
(End)
I was convinced but wanted to make sure, so I came home and search on the dictionary. And indeed he is right. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/renovate
And at the same time, Saint R also informed me that Singaporeans (correction: real estate agents) used the word "bungalow' too loosely. Everyday he flips through the newspaper and he see them advertising for;
2 STOREY BUNGALOW...
WITH POOL, JACUZZI......
"Bungalow" - is an Indian word that was adopted into the English language. It is use to mean a 1 storey house usually surrounded by a verandah.
bungalow
1676, from Gujarati bangalo, from Hindi bangla "low, thatched house," lit. "Bengalese," used elliptically for "house in the Bengal style."
Everyday, you learn something new...on this day...I learnt 2 things!
Conversation goes;
Me: Oh, I am currently renovating my new place at Punggol.
Saint R: You see, 'renovating' is a Singapore lingo. You cant say you are renovating. In the English dictionary, 'renovating' means restoring something back into good condition. Is you house already furnish?
Me (sheepishly): No....so what should be the right term?
Saint R: Finishing...you are finishing or completed your apartment.
(End)
I was convinced but wanted to make sure, so I came home and search on the dictionary. And indeed he is right. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/renovate
And at the same time, Saint R also informed me that Singaporeans (correction: real estate agents) used the word "bungalow' too loosely. Everyday he flips through the newspaper and he see them advertising for;
2 STOREY BUNGALOW...
WITH POOL, JACUZZI......
"Bungalow" - is an Indian word that was adopted into the English language. It is use to mean a 1 storey house usually surrounded by a verandah.
bungalow
1676, from Gujarati bangalo, from Hindi bangla "low, thatched house," lit. "Bengalese," used elliptically for "house in the Bengal style."
Everyday, you learn something new...on this day...I learnt 2 things!
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