What diet?

I've been complaining that I'm fat and need to go on a diet. I tend to eat less rice during meals. I'd take probably half a bowl of rice. I'd also take less soft or sweet drinks. However, when it comes to watching a movie in the cinema, I cannot stop myself from munching popcorn or snacks. I also like to snack when I'm watching TV at home.

Honestly, I don't think there's a point in me cutting down on my staple diet when I continue eating everything else. Ha! Ha! I'd really like to lose some weight. I'd like to lose a little on the arms, lots on the tummy, backside and thighs. However, I love to eat too much.

Vegetarians and health-conscious people eat to live. For me, I live to eat! Yum... Yum... Food, here I come!

christmas shopping time

Yay! I got my paycheck today. Finally... I can buy Christmas presents for everyone! As I've already gone window shopping on Sunday, I sort of have an idea of what I will be getting for each and everyone. I just hope that they'll like what I have in mind. Some will be totally store-bought whilst others might be ½ store-bought and ½ handmade. Oh, I can't wait. I'm so excited... Hopefully when I'm done, I'll be able to take some pictures and post them. Till then, enjoy your Christmas shopping too!

super powers

If I was a superhero and had special powers, this is what I'd be:

Yi swooshes down from her 18th floor apartment and flies toward the coconut tree. She grabs the coconut tree with her suction fingers and crawls down. As she walk toward the shore, a missile flies at an incredibe speed toward her. She quickly summons her magnetic forces and leads the missile in the opposite direction. Then she runs toward the water and jumps into the open sea. Her cheeks transform into gills and she swims fast and furious with her super sonic speed toward the submarine. As she approaches the submarine, she stares intently at the captain and blinds him with her ultra violet rays emitted by her eyes. She...

I could go on and on... I guess you get the picture. I wouldn't pick just one power, I'd have all of them! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Cheap Buy

I went shopping today. I have friends who need to go shopping once a week to de-stress/ reward themselves etc. I'm not a shopper. Well, I am - a window shopper. I like looking at things. I also enjoy the music and the air-conditioning. However, I'm much to stingy to spend on myself so most of the times, I'd just look and stare in awe then walk away. I have no problems spending on other people though. The phrase Giving is Better than Giving really applies to me.

Anyway, I went to Carrefour at Suntec City today and they're having a sale. I bought a T-Shirt for only S$1.90! It's soft cotton. Not very thick but very comfortable. I bought a Black (M) for myself. I called my sister in Malacca, Malaysia (gotta share the good deal!) and she asked me to buy one of each colour! Ha! Ha!

I also bought a few pairs of shorts for only S$3.90. They're a steal, I tell ya. Very nice pastel colours. I'd take pictures of them and show you but my boyfriend lost my camera earlier this year so... too bad!

Test Tube Babies

I went to visit a friend in KK hospital today who just gave birth. She gave birth to 2 very lovely dizygotic twins. The kind I've always dreamed of. A boy and a girl. It's perfect, really. I want both boys and girls and it'll be such a hassle to give birth so many times. So just once, suffer a little more but after that, you're done. hehe

Anyway, I was in the room with my cousin and I softly asked her "Are they test tube babies?" and she gave me this stare which said "Keep your bloody mouth shut!". Okay, I admit. As soon as I said it, I realised that it probably wasn't the right time and right place to ask that question. My cousin then told my friend what I asked and she questioned why I would think so. So I very truthfully and honestly told her that it wasn't easy to get twins, let alone unidentical. Plus, it's of a different gender!

Anyway, I checked with my boyfriend after that and asked him if it was too insensitive of me to ask that question. He thinks that I could probably cause the couple to lose face (feel embarassed) or come across as a bloody busybody. I agree about the busybody part. It's not my business to know whether or not the child was naturally or scientifically conceived. However, I tend to disagree that my question would embarass the parents.

First of all, if a man or woman has difficulty conceiving then it probably has to do with their sperm or ovums. Well, if there is any problem with these 2, I don't think it's their fault. It's just God's will! Nature! Pure bad luck! Whatever it is, I don't think the Man or Woman had deliberately inflicted hurt or poison against themselves so their genes aren't healthy.

So in that sense, I don't see why anyone has to feel embarassed/ useless/ weak etc. I think it's just perfectly normal. On the other hand, if the baby came out retarded due to over exessive drinking or smoking then the parents should be punished and laughed at. Or if the baby was born out of wedlock, then I think the parent should once again feel embarassed.

So with what happened today, I was wrong to question. I shouldn't have, it was too busybody of me. However I strongly feel that people should NOT feel ashamed of test tube babies. I hold absolutely no prejudice against them. Perhaps I've been looking at things from my perspective. What do you think? Is a test tube baby something someone should be embarassed of?

Shampoo and Soap

What is the difference between Shampoo and Soap?

Someone very dear to me once asked me that question. I didn't know the answer so I started guessing:

1. Shampoo creates more lather
2. Shampoo is liquid whilst soap is solid
3. Shampoo smells stronger than soap
4. Shampoo is more expensive
5. Shampoo is lighter than soap
6. Soap falls straight into water whilst shampoo slowly sinks or dilutes
   

Those were some of the answers I gave but all were wrong. According to the person-who-is-very-dear-to-me, the difference is in its taste! I stared at him in disbelief. I couldn't understand or make sense of what I just heard. So this person nicely explains that Soap tastes sweet whilst Shampoo tastes bitter.

What the...

Yes, the person explains that whenever he bathes, he'd taste the shampoo or soap that he was using. He wouldn't eat it. He'd just taste it on his tongue and according to him, every soap has tasted sweet whilst soap bitter.

Hmm... amazing discovery. I learnt something new. Did you?

I almost Killed myself today

The kitchen is filled with gas. It smells horrible. I like the smell of petrol but gas smells a bit like fart. It has this sourish smell and it stings when you suck lots of it up your nostrils. I feel dizzy. I felt quite light, as if I had downed 3 shots of Tequila. It's getting really difficult to breathe and I feel heavy too. I think about my parents. I'd hate to leave them but... then there's my boyfriend Shin whom I terribly miss whenever he's away. I'd be better off dead - at least I won't be missing him in the next life.

I feel tired but I'm still alive. Why is it taking so long to be gassed alive? My eyes are getting blur. My breathing is really slow now. Deep, heavy breaths. I wonder if this is how people with Asthma feels. I pity them. They go through this everyday. It'll only be once for me and after that, I'll be free. Free from work, from worries, from stress, from weight problems, from monetary issues.

I walk up and down the kitchen. I am so tempted to open the window. This feeling of waiting is killing me. It's even worse than dying itself. I start to feel a pain against my chest. Each time I breathe, my heart pounds. If you read my blog about Chest Pain, that's how I'm feeling right now. Eventhough the air is clear (no black or smoke), it feels as though I'm breathing in mud. I coughed a few times and my throat hurts. It's dry and it feels like a super sorethroat.

I slouch against the cupboard and sit on the floor and stare at the bloody cooker hub that's taking so long to kill me. Then I realise that there's no fire, the knob is turned all the way to the right and there's the smell of lingering guess. Hmm... this doesn't sound right. I retrace my steps.

I came home from work and went into the kitchen to cook instant noodles. When I was done, I turned off the fire, came out to the living room to eat and when I went back into the kitchen, I smelt gas. I looked at the cooker hub and realised that instead of turning off the switch, I had turned it the other direction. The gas that was coming out was too little that it couldn't sustain a fire but it leaked and that's what I smelt! *tsk* *tsk* That must've been what triggered my halucination and wild imagination.

I quickly turned on the fan to blow the lingering gas out the window, washed my dishes and was out of the kitchen. Phew! So it was all just a dream. Up to the part where I mistakenly turned the fire down instead of off. Hmmph! Silly me.

courtship

I think the best part in a relationship is when someone is being woo-ed. It doesn't always have to be the boys going after the girls. I mean, I've expressed my feelings to a boy before so it works both ways. The initial "I like you", *smooches* and hugs are the best experience in the entire relationship. There is this feeling of nervousness yet pure bliss which is not something I can easily describe with words.

The reason I'm talking about this is because I read a friend's blog and she's very obviously deeply in love. The last I met her, she was single so this must be a developing relationship. You can tell from her words how intense and happy she must be. I share her joy. It's so lovely to see a young couple in love.

I still love my boyfriend but we've come to the stage where we're just a couple. Yeah, we still hug and kiss and whisper tender loving words but it's different. There just isn't any Oomph! if you know what I mean... We love and care for each other but the relationship has come to a point where it's almost platonic.

Neither side tries to please the other anymore. Neither side bothers if the other is hurt. It's like, I see him and I go "Hi Shin!" and just give him a peck on the cheek. It's not like when I used to see him and my heart would go aflutter and I'd rush over and give him a peck so lightly on the cheek but which is bursting with love and energy.

Why do these things change? Why do people change? I still love him lots. I do, but... why? I'm not the only one. I've seen many other couples who go through this transition as well. A lot of them even stop kissing (passionately, I mean) after some time. A lot of couples I know don't even hold hands in public. Why? I don't understand and I never will.

If I could have it, I'd treat each day as if it was the first day I met my boyfriend. I would always want the feeling of a hundred butterflies swimming in my stomach. I'd shiver and hold my fists so tight when he kissed me. I'd do this and a million more just to re-live that very one day...

for my Readers

Hello! I'd like to thank all those who read and leave comments on my blog. Thanks for keeping it alive! Here's a little Primary 1 poem for you Readers:

I blog out of boredom and for fun,
Hence the mistakes and the pun,
I blog anything and everything under the sun,
Hoping you'll enjoy it as much as a chocolate bun!

Thanks for all the time you spent
Reading my complaints, nonsensical ideas and rant,
I tire from thought though I don't pant,
A million thanks from this tiny little ant.

It's lousy, I know. Well forgive me. It's been a long time since I came up with some silly rhyme. I remember in Secondary school when Evelyn and I used to write each other little poems in class. The teacher was so awfully boring. She was basically reading out of a book. Everyday, she'd come into class and started scribbling notes on the blackboard (to this day, I don't know why they call it black when all boards in schools are dark green!) and made us copy it into the exercise book. Why couldn't she have just photocopied the notes? Duh!

Evelyn and I would write little poems about the class/ the weather/ life etc. and secretly passed it to each other in class. After some time, Hwee Chen joined in the fun too. Man, those were the days. Do you remember Evie?

Long-Distance Relationship

My boyfriend Shin has gone back to KL, Malaysia. I am much saddened by it. KL is about 5-hours (car drive) away from Singapore. It's considerably near - just across the causeway. However, compared to when I could see him everyday... I can only hear him now. I can only talk to him by phone. There's the cheaper option of using Skype but in order for this to work, both parties need to be connected to the Internet and seated in front of the computer, which can be quite difficult. There's also the option of e-mails and MSN and these, again involve the computer.

In the daytime... both of us are busy. He's got some projects in Malaysia whilst I am an office employee and work from 8:30 a.m. - 6:15 p.m. The only time we can talk is after 6:15 p.m. (he finishes at 5:30 p.m.) but sometimes I meet up with friends and go rock climbing whilst he has many social plans of his own.

I know, it's not as tough as it sounds. My friend is dating someone living in Bangkok. I can always take a bus down to KL during the weekends to visit Shin but it's so tiring and draining to travel in a 5-hour journey that takes up to 6-7 if you travel by bus/coach. The busses always stop at a rest area for more than half an hour and that really lengthens the travelling time.

Anyway... I'm not about to give up on this relationship. Now now, not anytime soon but I must say it's not difficult. I used to think to myself - I could pull off a long-distance relationship. However, I'm stuck in one now and it's much easier said than done.

Chest Pain

I sometimes suffer from a Heart Attack. Oh no no... it's not the serious kind of Heart Attack which leaves you motionless and half dying. I'm not sure if any of you has ever experienced this but I had a chest pain attack at work today. It hurt like hell.

It's the area just under my left breast. It hurts inside so it doesn't really help if I pinch or hold my skin but it still feels better anyhow. Out of the blue, at anytime or day... I sometimes experience this chest pain.

It feels like an electric shot. Something just suddenly hurts so bad I can't move. I just cringe in pain and wait for the pain to go away. I don't know what aggravates it and I also don't know how to soothe it. It's weird. I did some Internet research and you can read more about Chest Pains here.

According to doctor-to-be friend of mine (Yao), it's not a heart attack. It still scares me sometimes though. I've asked a few friends and some have experienced this pain whilst others know nothing of it. I wonder if this is common.

Deathwish

I'm basically a pretty optimistic and happy person. I have a nice family. I am happy with my life. I should be satisfied. Sometimes though... things get screwed up and I just feel horrible. I feel down and sad and low. I feel as though the whole world is against me and that I'm better off dead.

I would never kill myself. It's not worth it. I'm too young for death. Plus I have flashbacks of my life as a kid... with my loving parents and I just think... it's a super big waste. I wouldn't do it. Not unless I'm totally left with nothing to hold onto in this world. Then, I might consider but I still probably wouldn't take my own life.

I'm quite sure that I'm not the only one who feels this way. I'm sure that at any one point in life, people must feel like committing suicide too. Some do it - which provides us much good reads in Newspapers. Others are just too chicken, like me.

Symmetrical Me

Almost nothing natural in this world is symmetrical. Our face, eyes, ears are probably not on the exactly same spot. They are probably not the exactly same size either. However, I am a very symmetrical person.

I mean, I like wearing symmetrical clothes for example. I don't like shirts that have one sleeve short and the other long. I don't like shirts or dresses which is one-sided. It makes me feel that my other shoulder is very naked and exposed when the other is warmly covered.

However, I go to the extent of hurting myself sometimes just to be symmetrical. For example, if a mosquito bites me, I'll slap my own left leg to kill the mosquito. Then, I'll proceed to slap my right leg (probably not as hard, just to get a slapping feeling) too. I just feel that it's so imbalanced if I slap one side and not the other.

I get this symmetrical feeling the strongest especially when it comes to things like cutting my finger nails or digging my ear of wax. I'll definitely do it on both sides. Otherwise, I'll get this nagging feeling and it'll gnaw at me until I give up and actually do it to the other side of my body.

What about you? Do you do that too? Are you as weird or symmetrical yourself?

Tiring Sleep

I went back to Malaysia over the weekend. I slept a lot but felt so lethargic. You'd think that one would feel fresh and re-charged after much sleeping but it's not true. I feel absolutely tired, sleepy and so restless! Here's my story:

I went back to KL on Friday night right after work. It is a 5-hour bus (coach) ride from the Singapore to KL bus station. I slept all the way except for the part where the bus stops at Ayer Hitam for a ½ an hour supper/ toilet break. As soon as I reached, my boyfriend Shin and best friend Lyn came to pick me up from the bus station. Immediately after at about 12:30 midnight, we went to have some fun.

We went to this club in town called Passion. It's pretty reasonable. There's no cover charge. One just pays & buys the 1st drink. We clubbed there for awhile... dancing and drinking only our 1st drinks. None of us felt like drinking last night so that was all we had.

At about 2:30+, we sent Lyn home. Then I went back to sleep. Slept all the way to about 10 a.m. the next day. Woke up with a heavy head. I didn't wanna wake up but I had to. I didn't want to sleep the weekend away. Went out for breakfast then my sister Niu cooked lunch.

Had a nice filling lunch. She can cook quite well, that girl. There was a stir-fried fish, fried chicken, vegetables, stir-fried chicken and white rice. My sister then drove us both back to my hometown Malacca (ahh... used to be known as "Sleepy Hollow" but has blossomed into a tourist attraction in recent years - very rich in historical wonders) in her Range Rover. Once again, I slept all the way. It's a 2-hour ride from KL to Malacca.

Once we got to Malacca, we just ate, slept and watched TV. It was raining pretty heavily every day so there's nothing much that we can do outdoors. Our little homemade pool was filled to the brim with rainwater.

On Sunday, I took a bus back from Malacca to Singapore. The journey takes about 3 hours by car but by bus it stretches to about 5 hours. Once again, I slept all the way. When I finally reach home in Serangoon... it was close to 11 p.m. I slept at around that time and woke up at 6:40 a.m. today. That's close to 8 hours' sleep!

Yet, I feel so sleepy/ tired/ lethargic/ restless. I wonder why.

First in the Search!

I just discovered tonight that if one logs onto the Google website, types roundfish into the text bar and clicks the Search button, the first entry from the Search will list my blog! Yipee! This brings me much happiness! Ha! Ha! Ha! I'm gonna announce it to the world. I'm gonna tell everyone. Hey, go try it out! Cool...

Myopia

Nearsightedness, or myopia, is a vision problem experienced by up to about one-third of the population. Nearsighted people have difficulty reading highway signs and seeing other objects at a distance, but can see for up-close tasks such as reading or sewing.

My eyesight has deteriorated recently. I have problem looking at things from afar. Road signs which I used to have no problem looking at from a mile away, I now squint even when I'm less than 200 metres away. I am deeply saddened by this. It's really hurtful for me because up to about 6 months ago, I used to have perfect eyesight. *sniff*

Tits -n- Toast

I visited my sister's blog today and realised that she has been blogging quite frequently. I have missed out on so many of her entries and so I diligently read each one of them from the last post I saw 5 months ago. It's really fun reading other people's blogs. They're not always funny but it still feels good to read it.

Talking of which, I wanna introduce you to a very interesting blog. It's called Tits -n- Toast and I discovered this from one of the comments on my sister's blog. You will realise that guys and girls alike enjoy reading Karen's blog. I too am a new fan of hers.

It's pretty interesting. It's a very adult site though so readers beware: Read at your Own Risk! I can relate to what she blogs about. I feel the same sometimes. Difference is, I don't have the nerve to do it. Therefore, I respect Karen for saying her mind and putting up nude pictures of herself. It really takes a lot of gut and she has a wonderful husband which approves it.

Go ahead... go read. Surf her blog and have fun! *grin*

Books

I enjoy reading. I used to read Enid Blyton when I was younger. One of my favourite series was Amelia Jane. I could really relate to the character because I was a very cheeky little girl. I remember when I was little (about 5 or 6) and had to wash my feet... I didn't bother to go all the way to the toilet and so I lifted up my foot and washed them in the basin right in the middle of the living room. My friend who saw this remembers this incident up to this day.

Anyway, I'm reading a book now called The Day My Butt Went PSYCHO! from Andy Griffiths. It's this crazy story about a boy who's butt leaves his body and wants to rule the world! The book is made for young boys. It has stuff about butts flying around... butts which emit gasses and fires shit as firearms. It's damn wild and imaginative. Totally ridiculous and yet funny at the same time. *smile*

I used to read. All types of books. Fantasy, comic, non-fiction and even porn. Reading is fun. It makes your brain work. It makes you think. It makes you wonder. It makes your imagination run wild. I especially love reading horror. My imagination makes the book 10 times scarier than it actually is.

I don't like to read self-help books though. I know they're good. They enhance and help you become a better person but they're so factual. There's nothing interesting or funny reading them. I prefer to read something which either scares or amuses me.

I'm working now so I don't have much time to read. I can only read on my way to and from work when I'm taking public transport. So it takes me about a week or so just to finish one book cause most of the times, I'd be sleeping on the bus/ train. Ha! Ha!

Work has been hectic though. I've decided I wanna pick up reading again. I wanna feel like I have a life outside of the office and I want something to entertain me whenever I'm bored instead of listening to the radio. I wanna work my brain and set my creative juices flowing. I wanna read, by inspired and write the next best seller. Until then... I've only this lousy blog to offer.

Jobs For Sale

I know that it's probably not very ethical of me to advertise here but I know that some people read my blog so what the heck... As most of you know, I am now working for a recruitment agency. Most of the time, we have plenty of job vacancies but not enough candidates. So Huang/ Ying/ Yao/ Shin/ Yian Syin/ Hwee Chen/ Zac and any other people reading my blog, if you need a part-time job or if your friends need on, please ask them to contact me. I shan't list down my number or email here for fear of spam. If you don't have it, you can ask me for it in a separate or private email or something. Okay?

My company has lots of part-time jobs. Some would require the candidate to work about 2-3 months and others can only last for 2-3 days. The pay is standard. Usually, it's about S$5 - S$6 an hour. It's temporary or part-time basis so the rates are calculated hourly. There is administrative and there is also physical type of positions like packers and stuff. Need your help on this. *grin* Any other working adults who wouldn't mind some extra income can also contact me. People like Mok and Regina or Moobe. Chiao!

long absence why

I have been busy lately. Really busy. That's why I haven't updated my blog for a really long time. I started work with my new employer on Monday. It's a totally new environment and different nature of business altogether. I'm currently working for a recruitment agency. We receive orders from clients, I source for suitable candidates, send them to the clients and if they're happy... we hire the client and the case is closed. Otherwise we keep searching and providing candidates until the client is happy. Work officially ends at 6:15 but we usually only leave at about 6:40 or 7 p.m. By the time I get home, I'm too tired to do anything else. I just watch some TV then go to bed. That's why I have no time to blog!

The colleagues are nice. Mostly young sexy things. There are altogether four monkeys (people born in the year 1980 based on the Chinese zodiac) and the rest are either a little older or slightly younger. Come tomorrow, there will be a new colleague joining us. I would then be considered a 'senior'. Ha! Ha!

Besides that, I went wall climbing on Thursday with my new colleagues. It's fun! It was my first time but I'd say that I did quite well. I managed to scale 4 different walls. All four of us monkeys were game for the sport. hehe Well, guess it's true what they say. Monkeys are lively and active people. The four of us are also the kinda bubbly sort. Oh, it feels good to be hanging out with people that you have some similarities with. It's like, you feel close to home. *smile*

I lost my voice. I had a slight cough and flu since last Friday but I didn't bother to watch what I ate. I just whacked my favourite dishes like fried foods, chocolates, ice-cream and my voice finally gave in on Thursday night. I now have a very hoarse and raspy voice. Nope, I don't sound sexy. In fact I sound scary! hehe It's 6:35 p.m. now and I'm getting hungry. Time to start thinking of what to eat for dinner! I started watching what I ate from yesterday because I need to get back my voice on Monday. We're gonna meet an important client on Monday and I got to at least sound decent.

Oh yeah! I went to watch a horror movie on Friday night. Please refer to details at Shin and Yao's blogs. It was an "okay" movie. I wouldn't recommend it unless you're a really "gory and bloody" movie fan. The story wise is lousy. It's just some crap psychothrillet. The make-up is good though. It looks so real. I find Saw to be much better in that department. I am impressed with Saw. On Saturday, I watched the DVD alone at home because Shin was too afraid to watch it with me. He was sleeping right through the whole movie. Yeah, Regina... that's our little baby...

Has anyone seen the movie Saw or Creep? What say you? I just love horror movies. Don't ask me why. I guess I just love the thrill and the suspense. Hmm... let's see if there are any other horror DVDs I can watch. Bye!

Clumsy Day

Today is “clumsy” day for me. The day went smoothly until after work. I was to meet Shin at Newton Circus (a touristy eating joint (hawker centre to be precise) just minutes from Orchard Road) for dinner. I arrived early and ordered a cup of Sugar Cane juice. The drink lady placed it on the table and when I reached out for it, I spilt the whole cup. Only about 200ml was left. Luckily for me, a very nice old Chinese man (from China! He had that Chinese accent) cleared up the mess I created.

Right after we finished dinner, I decided to stack all the bowls and plates up to save the nice old Chinese man from extra work. Instead, I caused him more mess to clean up. I was trying to put the chilli dish into the bowl when I spilt it. Thanks to me, the table now has a bright red smear on its already sweetened sugar cane surface.

Shin felt like Chai Tow Ker (Fried Carrot Cake) so I went to get some. I was cleaning my wooden (disposable) chopsticks by rubbing the two pieces together when I broke it in half. *sigh*

I don’t know what happened to me tonight. It’s one of those days where I feel like a super giant alien living in an undersized human body. Fortunately, there were no more mishaps after that. I just hope these kind of “bad” days don’t happen to often.

I can’t remember but my father tells me that when I was young, I used to always break things. There was this coffee shop that we went to where I was so famous and good and breaking their porcelain that they eventually served me drinks in a plastic cup.

Ugly Present

Shin threw me a surprise birthday party today. It was really wonderful. My actual birth-date is in 3 days and we were supposed to go Wild Wild Wet so I wasn't in the least bit suspicious. I was pretty confused yet happy to see my cousins Cara, Calvin, Clement, Desmond, Derek, Jia Wen, Jia Jun/ sisters Ying and Niu and friends Jin Yao, Jin Huang, Marie-Anne, Robert, Ah Seng, David, Andrew, Josephine and Ching Ching etc.

I will go into more detail about the whole birthday experience. For now, I just want to put up the picture of a present I received from a so-called "good" friend. I guess you know who you are when you see the picture below. Seriously, I don't know what you were thinking when you bought me this gift. I mean, I don't expect anything expensive but I don't know what message you're trying to get across with your present.

Firstly, I am not Cina (I'm sorry, I don't know how to explain chee-na in English but I'll try. It's how you describe people who are very oriental in their ways. They like gold shiny and loud stuff. Something like that) Secondly, I know that I am very loving and all but I don't need to be reminded of it. Thirdly, what the hell am I going to do with your present? Hang it around my neck? For the curiosity of you readers, I've posted the pictures below. It is a wooden plague with golden shimmery wallpaper and it says Love in Chinese.

The ugliest and most useless present I have ever received in my entire life...

Ugly Present

...that came in the ugliest and cheapest wrapper anyone has ever used:

Ugly Present with Ugly Wrapper

I'm Free

My Chairman came into the office this morning in a good mood. He told me that I could leave anytime. Yeah! I couldn’t be happier to hear this piece of news. He also told me that I’ll always be welcome should I feel like dropping by. Oh, he’s so sweet. He’s actually very nice in many ways. So my last day with my current employer is 13th April after which I will enjoy 4 days’ short holiday and start with a new career on the 18th. Hope everything goes well…

Slow Blogger

A lot of people must use Blogger because every time I want to create or edit a post, it takes a few minutes just waiting for the page to load. The wait just drives me up the wall. I spent about 2 hours just editing one blog entry. Oh, it’s crazy!

Hello editors/ programmers/ designers/ analysts/ project managers/ directors and anybody or everybody from Blogger, can you please do something about your server? I think you need to upgrade the bandwidth. It’s just too damn slow. My blood pressure goes sky high each time I update my blog. Talk about de-stressing and therapeutic.

Yeah, right!

Link for Updated Posts

Sometimes, I update my blog but I change the date that I key in the entry which lead to the post being somewhere below instead of being the first one at the top. Therefore, I have added a link (look above, please) called Updated Posts where readers can click for easy access to the blogs that I've recently added. Hope this makes it easier for you to navigate my blog.

Happy Reading!

Die Eating

One of life's pleasures is eating. I enjoy life because I love to eat. I eat when I’m happy, sad, gloomy, watching a movie, out with friends, hungry and sometimes I eat even when I’m already full. There’s nothing quite like tasting & licking the food, slowly crushing and grinding it with your teeth then swallowing every bit/ fat/ crumb until you feel it ooze down your throat. Ahh… pure bliss!

I used to exercise but these days, I’m lazy. I don’t exercise anymore. I just watch what I eat. I mean, I cut down on rice. When I other chap fan (plain rice served with a few Chinese-style cooked meats & vegetables), I only finish ½ the rice. The other half, I leave for the pigeons or swallows if they’re craving for it.

In Singapore, you should never order dishes without rice. Why? You know that you’re not going to eat it and will be wasting it anyway. The reason is simple. Singapore hawkers charge you even more for what you’re buying even if it was the same as you would with rice. It’s crazy, I know. Don’t ask me. It’s how them weirdos hawker think.

I know my topic for today is “Die Eating”. I don’t mean that I would like to die from eating. I think it’d be horrible to die from choking on your food or whilst some fat bastard performs Heimlich on you with his hands on your breasts instead of the stomach. What I mean though is that I wish that I could eat everything and anything I wanted before I died.

I mean, if I’m an 80-year old and waiting for time… I wouldn’t watch what I eat just because it’s not healthy. Damn it, I’d whack anything that smells good! I wish I had a body with a high metabolic rate. Then I could eat all day and not put on an ounce.

Ying’s going to comment that my blog is boring because I’m talking about food again. Well… it’s what keeps us going, dear sister! If you don’t like eating that much… I wish you to be re-born as a car in your next life. All you ever eat is Petrol. Yuck!

Big or Small

Small Company: 5 Days Work Week - Basic Salary + Commission - Team Sales Quota - Warm & Friendly Colleagues

Big Company: 5 Days Work Week - Basic Salary + Commission - Personal Sales Quota - Not So Friendly Colleagues
*If sales quota for the month is not met, take home pay is 80% of basic salary and the person is required to come back and work every Saturdayof that month.

Based on the above, which one would you pick? I went for the smaller company. I just called them and confirmed that I would be joining their prestigious company for a successful career. hehehe now, all I need to do is to wait for my boss to come back from overseas and I will give him the dreaded white envelope…

Truth to Live

A lot of people I know are not themselves. They don’t swear, they don’t shout, they don’t do things that aren’t “right”. In a way, they are very much like a robot. Allow me to give you an example.

A friend I know is in law school. In his first year, he was very quiet in school. Mostly because most of his other law friends have been molded that way. You see, in the stereotypical world… law students are supposed to be prim and proper, mature and diplomatic, quiet but knowing. So friend totally didn’t enjoy himself. He was so bored… Luckily for him, he’s back to himself this year in school and having a hell lot of a better time. Good for you, friend!

I am not one of those types of people. I do what I like. I sing what I enjoy. I eat whatever I crave. It’s true… I piss people of sometimes unintentionally or otherwise. Life isn’t perfect anyway and you can’t satisfy everyone. So I’ve decided to satisfy myself instead and what good comes out of it?

I’m a happy person.
I have no worries because I don’t have to spend half the time pretending to be someone/ something I’m not.
I see life itself in a very different way from what “the others” see it as.

I’m not saying that “the others’” way of living is bad. It’s just… it’s so hypocritical. It’s like, they say something in front of you then say 2 things different about that behind your back. Oh, please! Where’s the honesty and sincerity in your message then?

That’s why I’d also like to congratulate one of my cousins Clement who managed to break out of being called a “stereotype”. hehe He was a Sergeant in NS (National Service) and instead of treating his platoon like dogs… he instead treated them with love and care. No, he’s not a wuss! He just believes in being nice to your platoon because they will understand and they will one day turn out as great soldiers and sergeants and lieutenants too!

I remember reading one of them newspaper articles about the NS officers drowning a poor boy. How cruel is that? In fact, they’re not alone. Most of the officers are meanies. A lot of people I know who graduate (I know, it’s supposed to be ORD (Operationally Ready Date) but it sounds so much nicer) from NS are so god damn happy to be out of camp. They just hated the place because of the way their officers treated them.

The Singapore NS is supposed to train youths to protect and shield the country in case of a war. Why don’t they make it an enjoyable and memorable 2½ years for them? Why do they have to make it so painstakingly awful to go through?

I don’t know. I suppose… it’s just humans and their “cliché-d” behaviour again. People with authority… can treat the ones below them with disrespect. Aww, it sucks but I guess that’s life.

Peanut Craze

In Singapore & Malaysia (I don't know about other Asian countries), people usually serve peanuts and coffee at a wake. My dearest granduncle Lau Khor Tiew whom I blogged about has passed away. On 25^th March 2005, he left earth and all its imperfections for the supposedly perfect yet wonderful and beautiful Heaven! He died on Good Friday, which is the "best" day to die on (if there is ever such a thing as "best" when it comes to death) according to Catholics/ Christians as it is the day that dear Jesus died too.

The wake was held for only 2 days, Saturday and Sunday followed by the funeral on Monday morning. My sister Ying, cousins Luke, Mark, Claire and I were helping out with the guests and little stuff. We were serving drinks, clearing tables, greeting and ushering guests and also making sure that everything was alright and dare I say (now that it's over) that we did an excellent job! *grin*

So anyway, most part of the morning and day was spent doing nothing. We were basically just chatting with the uncles/ aunties and cousins. A few of us got so bored that we decided to de-shell our own batch of nuts so that when we felt like eating them later, we could just pop them little nuts into your wet waiting mouths. This was the fruit of our labour:

Yummy! Yummy! Food for my Tummy!

We spent about ½ an hour de-shelling the nuts. There were 5 of us. Photo to be uploaded later. Once we were done with the de-shelling, I got up to some mischief. I quickly grabbed the jar, posed a shot and took this picture:

Grr... It's mine! The Nuts Belong to Me!

Then I ran around with the jar shouting "It's mine - I peeled all of it" which is a total lie. I even got into a tiff with a cousin who had no share in de-shelling the nuts because I refused to let him eat any. Ha! Ha! The fun in eating something that you have painstakingly put in some of your effort and sweat... is just exhilarating! You sit down, think about how much you've worked and you slowly crunch em' peanuts. Yummy!

Horror Movie Rocks!

I'm a sucker for horror movies. I get scared, my imaginations run wild but I just love frightening myself. The thrill in watching horror movies is the suspense you get waiting… and waiting… for the character’s very next move.

I went to watch a midnight horror movie The Eye 10 with boyfriend Shin. He’s terrified of horror movies. Whenever I watch one at home on the TV, he would run away from me. When I drag him and place him right beside me on the couch, he’d tell me that he’s hungry and go whip up some food even if it means adding on another 50 calories to his super fit and slim body which he involves a lot of effort in maintaining.

So why accompany me for the horror movie, you ask? It’s because little boyfriend here decides that it’s time he spent some time with me after a hectic week at work. It’s his way of “re-paying” my kindness for not complaining or sulking (for once!) about his busy schedule.

Before we even bought the tickets, I checked with boyfriend many times and always got the same answer: It’s okay. He also did add that he would regret this day for the rest of his life. Still, he insisted that he accompanied me as I have always been there for him whether or not it’s comedy, Japanese anime, action or war films.

I went in to the cinema feeling pretty excited. Shin was not in the least bit interested. He just acted cool… Finally, the movie started. It was pretty suspenseful. I was gripping my fists and biting my lips. There was a part of the movie where I even jumped up. Oops! I think I didn’t. I think I grabbed Shin’s arm instead. hehe Well, it was quite a loud scene. These movies always use the “sound” technique to scare the audience. They play really loud music to jolt even the dead awake from six feet under.

Not even 10 minutes were we into the movie when Shin fall asleep. As usual… he has found another way of avoiding watching another horror movie with me. *sigh* So I finished the watching movie alone. It was more funny than scary. I’d say that it’s good entertainment but if you want something really scary, go catch Shutter. That one totally freaked me out…

Yahoo!

I just got a job offer! No, make that 2! Ha! Ha! I'm so happy I can't stop laughing. I can't even stop thinking about it. In fact, I wonder if I should go buy something for myself even if I am already broke for this month.

Now why in the world would I get a job offer? Nope, I wasn't head hunted. I looked for it, and why would I want to do that? Okay, before I elaborate any further... let me tell you a little bit more about what I do.

I'm currently working as an Office Administrator in a Fast Moving Consumer Goods (FMCG) company manufacturing alkaline water for drinking. Wait, hear me out... alkaline water is not battery water! It's just drinking water that has a higher pH of about 9.5 and drinking it will help to neutralize the acidic wastes that's in your body. Plus, the water is ionized and electrolyzed so you get minerals that are bursting with oxygen. The Health Promotion Board has also certified it "Healthier Choice" with the pyramid logo.

So anyway, I'm happy working in my current company. I get to do recruitment, I prepare salary slips. I get to do sales and I also get to do administrative work. Overall company sales has been picking up but it's moving slow. So since January 2005, my boss has decided to cut all employees' leaves. He even raised my colleague's pay to S$1600.00 from S$1500.00 so that she is not protected under the Ministry of Manpower and is not entitled to annual leave! And if that's not bad enaugh, my boss also decided to deduct 1 full day of our salary even when we take only ½ a day's annual leave. Today, he even instructed us to clear off all our personal stuff from our chests of drawers! How absurd is that? Where am I supposed to keep my wallet, my belongings?

So anyway... that's why I went a look, look, looking for a job. I have been controlling all this while. The other day, my boss shouted at me for something which wasn't my fault but I beared with it but I just cannot take it anymore. I mean, deducting our salaries for taking leave? Asking us to empty our things from our drawers? Wah! Which siao (crazy in Hokkien) employer does that?

I know I should be happy with the news that I have 2 job offers but I'm so in a dilemma now. I don't know which company to work with. Both seem attractive, both seems nice. Hmm... should I go for the small company or the big one? I really don't know... *sigh* No job, lots of problems. Have job, also problems.

a new blog site

I've been ignoring all the wonderful HTML (Hyper Text Markup Language) features that my friends and family have been adding on to their sites. I shall be updating my blog from now and make it a super techie one. Ha! Ha! My sister... may the best girl win!

complain blog

My past blogs has been just nonsense subjects that I thought of. This is one blog entry where I'm going to really vent my frustrations. Oh, I’m so sad, hurt, etc. I can’t even explain how I feel! Pardon me if you disagree but I’m just so frustrated.

I just got a call from my boyfriend to tell me that he’s going back to Malaysia this weekend for a business visit. Fine, I understand that. Then, he tells me that it’s regarding a future project which will see him working full-time and permanently in Malaysia.

Thank you so much for not informing me any earlier. I know, he hates this place. He can’t wait to leave Singapore but what exactly is so bad about this place? Perhaps he doesn’t feel it because he’s a guy!

These are my reasons for wanting to stay put in Singapore and I think it’s pretty logical:

1) I’m a girl
In Malaysia: Girls get raped/ teased/ kidnapped/ looked down upon/ harassed/ beaten/ molested and all the other humiliating things done quite often. You read reports of these (so I’m not just assuming) in newspapers every day!

In Singapore: Girls are a tad safer. We can confidently walk around in shorts/ skirts/ skimpy little clothing and still arrive home safely. We don’t feel threatened when we take the taxis alone at night. We are protected by the law.

2) I’m Chinese
In Malaysia: It is a multi-racial country but racism there is quite strong. It has been peaceful so far but memories of May 13th lingers and there’s a very huge possibility that it could happen again anytime. The Malays (or Muslims) get special rights and benefits in Malaysia. To hell with the Chinese.

In Singapore: It is more of a Chinese country. Here, it is the other way around. If you’re Chinese, you’re respected. Personally, I’m not racist but it would be better if I stayed here than in a country which is anti-Chinese.

3) Safety/ Security Reasons
In Malaysia: Girls and boys alike can’t even go out in peace. Couples who go out for a drink in a coffee shop can get beaten to death by gangsters and mobsters in Malaysia. The country is very corrupt.

In Singapore: You can totally let loose and enjoy yourself when you’re out. You can drink to your hearts’ content and not worry that somebody is going to come and rob you. Saying thus, I don’t mean that there isn’t crime in Singapore but compared to Malaysia, it has such a low crime rate.

4) Job Opportunities
In Malaysia: With my Degree and experience, I could probably only get a job which pays me around RM1800?

In Singapore: I’m getting a current pay of about S$2200 and not only is it more than what I would get in Malaysia dollar-to-dollar. The exchange rate also is higher so it benefits me if I save up and retire in Malaysia some day…

5) Cost of Living
In Malaysia: The public transport sucks. To get to one place from the other, you would need at least 2 hours. Plus Malaysia is big so getting from one place to the other means quite a distance. So it would be more practical to buy a car in Malaysia. If you were living in places like KL or Johor Bahru, the cost of living is not cheap. A plate of Chicken Rice can cost you something like RM3.50 to RM4.00.

In Singapore: The public transport is excellent. Everything is air-conditioned, it even comes with an on-board TV. So it is not necessary to buy a car and spend more on parking/ petrol/ road tax. The cost of living can be quite reasonable. In Singapore, if you’re living anywhere outside the CBD (Central Business District), a plate of chicken rice costs only about S$2.00 – S$2.50. Dollar-to-dollar, it is so much cheaper than Malaysia. It’s true… houses and cars are expensive. Well, there is no need for a car so that’s money saved there. As for a house, it is expensive but still affordable.

I could go on but I guess that’s enough to substantiate my subject today. I suppose it is of no difference to a boy. But when it comes to a girl, the safety or peace in a country makes a hell lot of a difference.

My boyfriend has his rights. He has his life and has his dreams. He can bloody do whatever he wants. I’m just disappointed because he did not at least tell me about his plans before making any concrete decisions. I feel that we’re a couple and should at least consult each other whether or not the other party likes it.

Well, I guess I’m like what every boy says his girlfriend is. Just an extra piece of accessory. *sigh* Back to reality… got work to do in the office.

Lau Khor Tiew

I just received a call from a very close cousin (Clement) and he tells me that his grandfather was walking to his room after a session of Gin Rummy and he collapsed from stroke. He’s now in a coma and has not awakened since. What a way to start my Friday - with really sad news :-(

Lau Khor Tiew and my sister (who's turning 21 tomorrow)

Lau Khor Tiew is my Grandfather’s sister’s husband. He’s a nice old man. I remember when I was young, he used to come to Malacca. He and my dad got along so well he would come ever so often. He’d just hop on the super old and rusty Malacca-Singapore Express bus (otherwise known as Sing Lian in Chinese) that I too patronize these days because it’s the cheapest and we’d pick him up from the bus station.

Oh, I remember those days. Good old days. My dad would call him “Datuk”, a Malay word for Grandfather. But in Malaysia it had a different meaning. It was a salutation for a respectable someone in politics. It was just for fun…

It’s so sad to see Old People falling sick especially if they’re nice, warm and very friendly. I just don’t think they deserve it. I mean, they’ve been so nice their entire lives, why do they have to suffer when they’re old? It’s true… sickness comes with age.

That’s why I’m going to go for a full body checkup when I turn 25 this year. I’ve not gone for one so far and don’t know medically where I stand. I hope that I’m free from all darned illnesses. I don’t exercise and I don’t watch what I eat. I just hope I’m fine. Okay, maybe I’ll cheat a little and exercise just before I go see the Doctor. Ha! Ha!

Lau Khor Tiew is someone who would never pick a fight. My dad tells me that many years ago, if someone wanted to pick a fight, Lau Khor Tiew would just walk away to avoid trouble. He would never yell or shout… he’d just be quiet and keep it all inside. He’s a very patient and calm man. Now, where in the world can you find another guy like that?

By the way, for you non-Chinese out there, Lau Khor Tiew is “Old Auntie’s Husband” in Hokkien. In Chinese, if you’re referring to your Mum’s Sister, you say “Ee” but if you’re referring to your Dad’s Sister, you say “Khor”. The whole system is unique and so different from the English language where everything has been simplified to Aunt and Uncle.

I never pray. I’m not religious and I’m a free thinker. But in times like these when nothing else helps… I bloody get down on my knees, clasp my palms together, close my eyes and say a short prayer. I hope it works. I hope God listens because I never listen to him/ her anyway.

Lau Khor Tiew, I wish you all the best and I hope from the bottom of my heart that you get better.

butter pecan candie has INVADED this blog!!!

This is my sister's blog...but since she let my cousin write in it, i want a share too!!! HAHAHAHA

Well, what can i say about this sister of mine? A LOT!!! She...is a born bullier...guess who's the victim? Here's a list of her success.....

1. She used to ask me to run into the house and hide in a toilet and smear shit all over my hands....everytime the indian man on a tricycle came to our taman.....She said that he can SMELL... young gals and he wants to adopt them to where he lives...a dump

2. I can only sleep 2 hours after she does. and what do i do in this 2 hrs? MASSAGE her....up and down and left and right and front and back....until she's happily snoring away

3. We have to go outside the house and she'll stay in the shade while i sit under the sun and smell her feet. EVERYDAY. She says that once her feet is VERY smelly, it means she has her period. And, i've got to know how to differentiate the kinds of smell...

Of course, I would NOT be so easily bullied will I?

DEFINITELY NOT!!!
this is the TRUTH behind her forcing.....

1. I'll hold the shit with a spade, and catapult it to HER face.....HAHAHAHA

2. I stab her everynight and STRIPPED off her skin and poisoned ALL her organs!!!

3. I'll bite off her toe.......Till this day, she has only 4 toes on her left foot


and all this, is the truth and NOTHING but the truth.......

HAHAHAHA

i still rock!!!

www.buterpecandie.blogspot.com

(such a good way to advertise myself ah...HAHAHAHA)

an entry by Mark Lim

5 Chee is twenty five years old and she's a fatty. Her face is ugly.... Her body is BLUE! She has a BIG fat mouth!!! Her ears are very small... she can't even hear a thing!!!

mental block

My mind is a blank right now. I'm trying to think of what I can say or write but I can't. It's just dark and empty like my cup in the office. Sometimes, I can go on and on but right now, I have nothing to say. Have any of you ever felt that way - Total Silence? Right now, I feel so defenseless. If anyone said anything sarcastic or insulting just to get at me, I would stare blankly at them and cry inside. Oh, damn! This is no fun. This post ends now. Bye!

Paranoid Antisocial Narcissictic Obsessive-Compulsive Me

Okay, my sister has commented that my blogs are getting boring because I only talk about food. So I've added something different today. Below are results of a personality test I tried out on this website which offers it free. Okay, so I'm not perfect. Well... who is?

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Moderate
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Low
Antisocial:	Moderate
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Moderate
Try out the Personality Disorder Test!

Ka Soh Restaurant

Another entry about food! *big grin* My friend Andrew's good friend Jeffrey is leaving Singapore for the up and coming China for work! So Shin and I met up with them for dinner at this place called "daughter-in-law". That's what it's called if it was literally translated from Cantonese.

The first dish was this fried pork that wasn't as crispy as roast pork but it still has a certain element of crisp in it which made it really unique. The taste wasn't too salty yet not bland. It was good. The waitress called it "Pai Kuat Wong" but it looks nothing like it. Second on the table was garlic-stir fried Kai Lan. I love garlic in every form except raw so I enjoyed this dish too. Third, it was this fried bean curd dish. It was ordinary so I'm not going to comment on it.

The last and signature dish of the restaurant is fish head beehoon soup. It was just... horrible! I don't like beehoon but I've tried many which are way better than this. Firstly, the beehoon was soggy. It was soft and yucky. Secondly, the soup tasted bland. It looked white but it tasted like soap water... not that I have tasted that before. Lastly, they were quite stingy with their servings of fish slices and vegetables in the beehoon soup.

Anyway... despite the lousy main course, the dinner was very good. Very yummy and very worth it. The place is known for its [cut-throat] prices but I think it was too good to be true. And I say this because Jeffrey treated us to dinner. Ha! Ha!

Swee Kee Fishhead Noodle House (Ka Soh)
96 Amoy Street, Singapore 069916.
Phone: 6224 9920

Adopt a Kid!

Phew! Just got back from the full month (1 month old) party of a friend (Gene)'s baby - was feeling pretty lethargic today so wasn't in the mood to socialise. Gene's house is a nicely made up HDB (housing development board (better known as high density building) - government body in Singapore which builds low cost flats) flat located at the far end of Singapore. Just getting there took us about 20 minutes. It was a smooth enough drive now, not much traffic and lots of beautiful scenery on the way. There were trees, trees and even more trees to see.

His study which is right in the middle of the living room was encased in glass. It was a nice place to display the baby and that's what he did! He put the cot in and the baby looked like a baby gorilla in a zoo being awed and stared and gaped at by noisy friends and relatives who had come to grace the occasion.

The baby is quite cute. Lucky parents! I have however, seen sick babies in hospital nurseries before. I remember it was a pair of brother and sister. I was really young when I saw them and I felt so sad and affected that I remember it to this day! The babies looked perfectly normal. They had tiny little feet and hands. They were wriggling like a little baby would. They had however, the biggest heads I have ever seen. Even my cousin who's known as "Tua Tow" (big head in Hokkien) has a head 2 times smaller than them little babies.

The babies' heads were about 2½ times bigger than a normal adult head. I'm don't know what medical condition it is called. I was about 6-7 when I saw them. All I know is that they looked like alien and that it looks painful just having head that size even though they were lying down... All I felt was pity, sadness and fear which leads me to my blog today.

My dad tells me "As long as you don't do evil, you'll be fine". But I find that to be untrue. Many people of whom I know and love had died of or had cancer. A good example would be my dear loving Mother. She died when I was 8. All Catholics, Christians and God-Knows-Which-Other-Religious-People always tell me that God has his reasons and I have only this to say to them: F**k off and go tell me the same thing when it happens to either or your loved ones. My grandmother who is 81 this year was diagnosed with cancer of the rectum in the middle of last year. The whole family was so worried when they heard about the misfortune as my grandma can be quite fragile at her age. Fortunately, the doctors did a good job and she's now free of 'em malignant neoplasms.

So anyway... back to my blog topic for today. I believe that anything bad could happen to anyone no matter how angelic or evil the person is. So that is why I refuse to have kids. My points are these:

1 - The kid might be born blind/ deaf/ dumb/ down syndrome etc.
(Not only do I have to spend my entirely life looking after the kid, it (either a she or he so the usage of "it" is appropriate for now) won't ever be able to enjoy a normal life.
2 - I might not be able to control myself and hate it
(A lot of Mums have told me that it is different when I become one myself. But then again, I am not of very patient nature. What if the retarded kid shits and cries all day? I might get so fed up, I'd just shove him down the rubbish chute like some stupid Singaporean did)
3 - I might be broke/ poor/ bankrupt
(It's okay if I can't give them a luxurious life. But what if it has to suffer with me? Wash dishes at the tender age of 5?)
4 - Give orphaned kids a chance
(If all goes well... and there is understanding from both sides (the kid and me), I would rather adopt an unwanted kid and give it the best I can.

There! Everyone I've told my idea/ thought/ suggestion to has only one word for me: CRAZY! Well... I don't think it is all that weird. Think about it. Isn't it logical? What do you think? Leave me your comments...

Anatolia Turkish Restaurant

Most of my blogs will be on food & restaurants as I enjoy eating. We went to another interesting place today. My cousin CC suggested a Turkish restaurant in Fast East Plaza. It's not the expensive restaurant kind of place so just a few bucks will suffice. It's damn difficult to locate the place though because the numbers of the shops in Far East Plaza are all over the place. They don't go in order. So my suggestion is you take the stairs which is right outside This Fashion. Then, you turn left and walk all the way. It's right at the end.

All I had was a Doner Chicken & and Orange juice. You can either have the Doner Chicken with bread or pancake. The pancake is those "wrap" thingies like Chinese Poh Piah except that the skin is a lot thicker. It's quite yummy. Very affordable too. It was S$5.50 for a Chicken Doner (they don't call it Kebab, I don't know why. I tried asking the Cashier and he just shot me a [blank] look) and it's rather big too. My boyfriend CS and I shared it. The filling is interesting. It consists of chicken meat (marinated in some tomato & a little of chilli) and French fries! I like French fries but McDonald's has never added it into their burgers before so it was a real treat for me.

The salad is S$3 and you can get as much as you want in a tiny salad bowl but... there's no second helping. So my advice is to try and stuff as much as you can into the bowl. However, I didn't like the salad. It was very sour because of the kind of yoghurt that they use. Let's move on to something more interesting.

Ice-Cream! Yummy... It wasn't as if the ice-cream is very good. Nothing as rich as Movénpick but I liked it because of the action that came with it. They have 3 flavours in 3 big drums. Using a long spatula... they scoop the ice-cream on the cone and perform a sort of dance before they hand it over to you and when they do, they pretend to drop the ice-dream and give you a shock. The whole ice-cream experience is just unique. Even if you don't like ice-creams, you gotta just try this for the fun of it. The ice-cream is pretty milky and quite sticky. I don't really like it but as I said... it's the value-added-services that come with it that I enjoy!

Here's the address of the restaurant if you wanna try it out. Do leave me your comments when you've visited the outlet:

Anatolia Turkish Restaurant
14 Scotts Road, #02-58/59 Far East Plaza, Singapore 228213
Tel: 68373480/ 68363352
Fax: 68363351

Saturday Work

Which normal/happening/nice/sane person works on a Saturday? *gulp* I do! I work ½ days every Saturday and it's horrible. Not only do I get totally physically worked out but I am mentally drained as well. Just the thought of dragging myself to work on a Saturday totally ruins my whole weekend.

The super crowded and stinky (from numerous sweaty and hairy armpits) busses which I usually take are almost empty on Saturdays. The roads which are usually jammed during peak hours are as smooth flowing as my monthly irritating period. The wait for the lift at my office has amazingly been almost non-existent. As soon as I press the [up] button (That's another story there about lifts. Later then...), the lift goes "ding" and the lift is here. It zooms up 21 floors and I reach the 22nd floor in less than 5 seconds!

All the other offices on my floor are closed. They don't work on Saturdays. Nobody does. Except losers like a few of them who have last minute stuff to finish up and me. Don't get me wrong though... I'm not a loser. I'm just an overworked employee. *grin*

So anyway... here I am blogging away during working hours. Ha! Ha! Boss isn't in and I have absolutely no mood for work. So there!

Family's Wok

A few of us cousins met up for dinner tonight and it was a more than a satisfactory experience! We went to this place (address below) along North Bridge Road which was adjacent to Jalan Sultan and just after Aliwal Street. It's a pretty new and clean place. I notice that there are not many patrons but I decided to give the place a try because the picture of the Pork Knuckle looks yummy!

We went in and were very nicely greeted by the waitresses. Most of them are from China but not the cute, teenage girls you get in KTVs so don't bother going if you're looking forward to those. You have got to order the Pork Knuckle! It is their signature dish. And it was beea-u-ti-ful! The dishes came in a few minutes. Probably due to the fact that it was low traffic.

However, the Pork Knuckle that they first served us was a little bit cold. Probably left at the counter for too long when the China girls went to the toilet to comb their hairs and powder their already white faces with more white chalk.

So I, being the daring and loud person that I always am... called upon the waitress and complained about it in a very polite way. Yeah... right! A complain never comes out sweet eh? So anyway... we were happily gorging in the rest of the dishes when the chef/owner of the restaurant came out with a new dish of Pork Knuckle and presented it to us... piping hot and crispy and totally complimentary!

Man... This is what I call service! The food was good but even if it wasn't, I'd drag my lazy ass back there just to support the old man. Oh, by the way... according to my cousin CC: I find him quite cute! which the rest of us totally disagree. Well you know what they say, To Each His (or her in this case) Own.

I was very pleased and amazed at the level of service I got from this little shop because you just don't find that anymore in Singapore. So to food-lovers and Pork Knuckle enthusiasts out there, I say give this place a try. And give me your comments if you do!

Family's Wok
774/776 North Bridge Road, Singapore 198742
Tel: 67449976
Fax: 68440602
Email: famlywok@singnet.com.sg
Business Hours: 10 a.m. - 10 p.m. (Closed on Monday)

birthdays

February 14. It's the day that men or ladies alike the world over join in the mad rush for the purchase of red roses - a classic and romantic way of expressing their love for each other. February 14 has been made so commercialised the only parties benefiting from this occasion are the florists and gift shops. I myself have never dined or shopped on this day. It's the day where the retailers literally 'cut your throat' hiking up all prices a hundred percent and one. To all, it's a day for loving, a day for pampering and a day for celebrating love.

For one of my sisters, it has a whole meaning altogether. February 14th is her birthday. Every year, she gets only 1 present on this special day. Birthday and Valentine's rolled into one. My sister is pretty. She has lovely detailed eyes with nice long lashes. She has a nice small nose that goes with the rest of her petite face. She has also a very nice and small mouth which makes the sweetest voice when she speaks. Everyone who has met her be it guy or girl has compliment her beauty. Could it be that when she was born, Cupid and all the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true? After all, February 14th is supposed to be all sweet and nice.

If it's true, then people who were born on February 2 must be the ugliest looking things in the world. They must be short, hairy and sleepy heads who doze their heads off every few months for February the 2nd is none other than Groundhog Day!

a blog is born!

Heck it! My boyfriend CS spends more time on his blog than he does in the toilet... and that's how this weblog came to birth. I've also made a secret deal with Beelzebub to outdo his blog and get more reads than he has in an entire month. *wicked cackling echoes*

Honestly, I don't know yet what to write but if you enjoy it, please do come back frequently and read on and on and on... and leave comments be it good or bad. I love the pain and excitement in reading one's suggestions/opinions as it could either make me storm off in anger or roll over in laughter.

I have never owned and written a diary so this all new to me. Damn! It's tough talking to a virtual "someone". My respects to Dakota Fanning who did it so well in Hide & Seek. The little girl is a superb actress. She can carry expressions that even a seasoned actor couldn't master. If you haven't, I suggest you go catch the movie.

Perhaps I should start with "Dear Blog," but that's so cliché. Oh, what the...! It's only my first time on my very first blog and I've managed a few paragraphs. All I need now is some chocolate... and fall myself to sleep. Yum! Yum!