Monday 13th March 2006… Burnt brain
I lay on my germs-infested bed sheets, breaking out in cold sweat even though the air con was at full blast. My sheets, pillowcases and comforter were soaked in virulent perspiration, as I remained bedridden.
At that time, I didn’t know I was running a temperature. I kept waking up every now and then to look at my hp clock as I was supposed to go for tuition in the evening. I simply thought I was being lazy and catching up on sleep. Late morning turned into afternoon. Afternoon turned into late afternoon. At the final hour I decided to pluck myself up from bed, I realized to my horror that I could not get up.
I used every energy left in me and forced myself up. This had to be more than sheer laziness and lethargy. I searched the whole house for a thermometer. It was no use crying out to anyone for no one was at home. I walked with a stagger and could not see anything but pink. WTF! Three thermometers in the house and not one could be found? I could not walk further and tumbled on the floor. For that split second, I held a short Q & A session with the Man up there.
Why are you punishing me again?
There was no answer.
If I die now, would my insurance claim be enough for my parents?
No answer.
Could you tell me where the thermometer is?
Still no answer.
Heck, it was all Qs no As.
Then as if He pitied me, he gave me enough strength and wisdom to uproot my butt from the floor and made my way back to my freezing bedroom. I opened my drawer and there it was.
A thermometer!
Praise the Lord!
39.4
I almost died of delirium when I saw that figure. I had to cancel tuition again.
I think I’ve been sick so often that my parents do not give a hoot about me anymore. Mum scolded me for blasting the air con (which I swear I didn’t. I did not touch the control ever since she switched on my air con in the morning.). She also nagged at the top of her voice for me to eat dinner, which reminded me that I hadn’t eaten anything for the whole day.
Although my tummy felt very empty, I had no appetite. All I wanted to do was to sleep.
39.6
I dragged myself out of bed, sat at the kitchen table and felt groggy. I showed them the thermometer.
“Wah! Very high hor? Later remember to take wet towel and sponge her leh,” said mum to dad.
Realizing I would not be able to eat, I made my way back into my room.
Mum continued nagging and this time my dad joined in by persuading me to eat. I asked if they could bring the porridge into my room and she said,
“You think you are princess huh?”
I guess I was, for the next moment; she indeed brought the porridge in. I had no strength to hold the bowl and decided to wait for kh to drop me a visit after work and feed me.
Mum came in with ginseng drink and nagged at me for the umpteenth time when I took a sip and pushed it away.
My tummy rumbled and churned. I felt a wave of nausea. Still I slept on. All I could yearn for was carrot juice.
39.5
Kh came with carrot juice. This time, I could not get up on my own. I felt like Morrie. Dissipated energy. Useless muscles. Kh helped me to sit up and arranged my pillows till I was in the right posture to eat.
After one spoon, I pushed the disgusting-bought-from-outside-porridge away and requested for my carrot juice.
Ahh… Sipping carrot juice from a straw in bed felt like the most heavenly thing a sick gal could do.
Then I requested for some plain porridge with lots of soup. Dad had to cook it especially for me. After a few mouthfuls, I pushed that away too. Kh said I was being such a brat as I’ve wasted my dad’s efforts. He also said I should not be lying in bed the whole day or my muscles would become more limp. He suggested that I walk around the house for a little while to get some exercise. I decided to walk to the loo. It was then that I realized I haven’t been to the loo the whole damn day. I was disgusted by what I saw in the mirror. I looked totally impoverished. Bedraggled hair soaked with sweat, jaundiced face with a layer of grime on it such that I could scratch it off, puffy single eyelids, and scaly bleeding lips. I was surprised kh wasn’t appalled by my disheveled appearance.
38.9
For the next two hours, I continued sleeping while kh sponged me. He said I stank big time but he still loves me. A guy who could utter those words out after seeing how scruffy his gal looks is certainly one sweet guy.
Tuesday 14th March 2006… Diarrhoea Day
38.1
I awoke feeling so much better. I felt so disgusted by my bed sheets and pillow cases that I immediately peeled them off, threw them into the washing machine and added loads of soap powder and softener. Just then I felt my tummy churning and rushed for the loo.
This happened two more times and the only stuff I’ve consumed the day before was a few spoons of porridge, a mouthful of ginseng drink and a whole can of carrot juice. I’m definitely ejecting more than what I’ve consumed.
When I found that I might have the strength to stand up for long, I decided to take a good shower. Mum forbade me to do so but her words fell on deaf ears.
Served me right for not listening.
The smell of soap and shampoo was nauseating. I squatted down to puke but nothing came out. Of course nothing came out! Whatever was supposed to come out has already taken the other way out. Few more muscle spasms but still no puke later, I felt better and could hang out my sheets to dry.
A wave of nausea swept me again. I tried to induce vomit but nothing came out. I had to eat something in order for something to come out. I tried eating bread, taking a dainty morsel and trying very hard to swallow it. I slowly washed it down with milk and the whole process carried on till I’ve finished half a slice. My stomach churned and I rushed for the loo again.
And again… and again.
I spent the bulk of the whole day camping outside the loo.
37.8
Feeling like a useless piece of junk, I decided to get some work done and realized I’ve not brought any work home to do. I ended up in front of the TV watching AXN. I tried to eat something. I ate a packet of mamee and felt like puking again. I fumbled about for my vomit medicine from last time and was soon drifting off to sleep.
Dinner that day was my first proper meal. Although the portion of rice was only a quarter of what I usually eat, it was a huge improvement in appetite.
At night, I went to see my family doctor. She could not tell what in the world was wrong with me. I got all my tummy related tablets and an mc.
Maybe it is gastric flu. It could be some air borne virus. It could also be the food that you eat. Are you still working at that children place? Maybe they passed some virus to you.
And may I suggest that all clinics install some beds other than chairs in the waiting area? Some people may fall while sleeping on the chair you know.
Wednesday 15th March 2006… MC day
I awoke feeling extremely hungry and went to find kh. We had lunch and he fetched me to hh as I needed to bring back some work to do. Maybe because I was rushing too much and walking too fast (as he was late for work) that all my sickness began to plague me again.
I went home intending to do my work, only to end up lying on my bed. In fact, I woke up not too long ago.
Drank some sour plum juice to curb the nauseous feeling so I could tuck into my dinner peacefully. Mum cooked my favourite mee sua for dinner but I could not finish it. I’ve stopped taking the vomit medicine to allow myself to puke. The medicine seemed to be stopping the food from spewing out of my mouth and I felt like there is something stuck somewhere between my chest and stomach. Please let me puke something out so I’ll feel better.
In these 3 days of illness, I’m glad that I’ve not experienced any headaches so far and I thank God for that.
Time to do some work now.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Monday, March 06, 2006
Fab Feb
The month of February whizzed past like nobody’s business. Before I could bid it goodbye, I had to welcome the arrival of March.
I spent the past few weeks remodelling my social life. Every non-tuition nights were spent zipping off from work to meet up with friends. My colleagues commented that I was even busier than when my bf was in town. Haha… What to do? Friends are very important to me and I find that I’ve neglected a good deal of them with my current job. I have also been spending a lot of non-work time with my hh colleagues, as very soon, we won’t be able to do that anymore (shall probably write about it when the time is ripe).
I met up with so many good pals, one of whom I haven’t seen for 2 years. My gosh!
Met up with kwan. We had a lot to catch up for 2 years worth of updates. I’m truly happy for him now. He’s finally studying and pursuing what he loves – art; and I sincerely wish him all the best in his love life. =)
We had our informal colleagues alumni buffet dinner at The Square in Furama Riverside Hotel.
The "older", more "senior" and "out of the company" colleagues from the different branches gather.
hs, me, lian, em, wy
Met up with tf too. If I remember correctly, we haven’t seen each other for a year. We kept suggesting meeting up with our bfs since we are all so easy-going people but up till date, it has not materialize.
tf and me
a very sweet pic of raine
Raine was there as we went to look for wedding bands together. Turned out that the 2 of them could hit it off quite well. Tf and me were in the learning of choosing wedding bands. Oh yes, we also made our debut at Cartier and it was cheap thrill taking the internal elevator (ok cheap thrill at least for me =P)
raine, tf, me
Met up with good pal evan.
We had sooooo much to talk about but so little time that we just had to meet up again to finish our updates as well as to have a wild time… to temporarily put problems away.
In the meantime, I met up with good pals from primary school, zann and geral. No photo taken that day as both of them were in “la sup” attire and homely mood with their specs on.
This was taken in December.
Sorry I could not really talk much that night as I had been talking too much the past few days. But hey I make a good listener.
It’s evan n me again!
We were looking for pretty backdrops so off to Spotlight we went. Love all the colourful ribbons!
Posing with our favourite ribbon
Initial plan was to stay sober for evan while she got high at dblo, head off to zouk and drag her home thereafter. Plan B was for both of us to get high at dblo (what’s new?), head off to zouk and worry about going home later. Impromptu plan was that I had only 1 shot less than her and bungled both plans.
We had tequila shot, tequila sunrise, tequila shot, tequila shot, tequila shot, tequila shot… till I had to ask the bartender what other shots are good. Had 1 liquid blue and 1 final tequila shot and I was standing alone somewhere near the bar while that crazy gal went to get her last shot. By then we were laughing and grooving like siao, uttering nonsense and exchanging “fuck yous” with each other and laughing like siao again.
Few shots after
I can’t recall how many times we went to the loo. Each time we pop a shot, we went to the loo.. haha... We might as well be pouring shots straight into the toilet bowl. The next moment she went to the loo, I was plonking my whole self on the comfy red couch which allowed 2 Korean guys to befriend us. Korean guys are real gentlemen. They got us bottled "evian" ("evian" is "naive" spelt backwards) water and did not try anything funny.
God knows when that crazy gal took my hp, scrolled my address book, called my sisters and a few of my good friends. Unlucky joel picked up the phone and goodness knows what she said. She must had exaggerated and over intensified the whole scene because the next moment, he was there to pick me up.
Thanx joel, for picking me up, enduring my beatings, spoiling your glasses and listening to my nonsense. No thanx for thwarting my plans to go zouk.
Recently, my hh colleagues all got arty farty and became culture vultures. We went to the Esplanade to catch Exploding Rice. The performance “entices audiences [sic] to dismantle psychological constructs and be seduced by alternate realities”. Unfortunately, I found it so abstract that I refused to mistreat my brain cells interpreting it.
We had more fun watching a live band performance thereafter and snapping photos.
The awesome foursome
A test shot to pose with numbers 0-5. Look at their fingers.
Posing from 1-9. I was 8.
Putting our expertise into use… Telekinesis
The nation's pride and joy: One side of "the durian"
It does look quite pretty here.
There was a day when I did not have any plans to meet up with friends. I’ve been enjoying myself so much that I’ve quite forgotten about kh. I felt bad and decided to drop by his house after work even though he wasn’t in town. I also thought that I should xiao4 jing4 his parents. It turned out that his parents weren’t at home and both his brothers were sleeping, leaving me stranded outside his house for a while, as the helper was afraid of opening the door. After she finally saw it was me, she opened the door with a smile. I passed to her the snacks and took off without a clue of what to do next. Luckily xtina was all ready to meet up for dinner. Although we just met last month, it was cool to have company just when I needed it. We updated each other on our jobs; my love-hate relationship with it, and her hate-hate relationship with it. Hypocritical me was advising her to endure while me myself could not endure it anymore. Hey but if she endures for a 4 more months, her pay will be a whooping $3K ++. It’s a whole lot of difference.
Finally found somebody with the right schedule to catch Brokeback Mountain with me. It was cool coz I thought I was the only one in the world who had not caught it yet.
elvin and me
Probably the most uncool people on earth not to have caught Brokeback
I was dying to watch it but those who had not caught it did not want to watch it with me since they have the dvd. (snorts at those pirates). I thought I could appreciate such shows but sad to say, I didn’t quite enjoy it.
Advocates for the show would say it’s a beautiful yet tragic love story between 2 guys, a love epic, an emotional masterpiece etc etc etc. Detractors argue it is an ostensibly gay cowboy melodrama.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for gays and lesbians and in fact I’ve known a few of them. I am neither an advocate nor a detractor. Maybe because it was so critically acclaimed and hyped about that I was holding a much higher expectation of it. Maybe because everyone thinks I’m an artsy person, I can empathise with the characters and were urging me not to miss the show. Hence subconsciously, I was preparing myself for a fabulous heartbreaking movie.
I simply could not appreciate its painfully slow pace. I could not understand how their love blossomed. I was not moved. I did not cry at scenes when people cry. It is beautifully shot yet when I look at those idyllic sceneries, I feel a sense of sorrow (Ok this is what it’s supposed to be right?). Heck the sceneries moved me more than the love story per se.
Overall, I find the show over hyped for its social significance. I was sms-ing 4 people at once during the whole show while elvin was zzz away. We simply could not appreciate the true essence of the show. I almost felt guilty for not praising the show.
On the Friday that just passed, a bunch of hh colleagues and friends went to catch The VAGINA Monologues.
It was slightly different from Eve Ensler’s. Firstly, it involves more people. Some scenes were cut and some scenes were added. A touch of local flavour spiced up the whole performance which made it easier for us to identify with the play. Sexual themes could be explored without any censors from the Singapore “garmen”. It was one of the only few performances in Singapore with its actress uttering “vagina” and “ cheebye” as often as you swallow your saliva.
It was exceptional! It was entertaining yet heart-rending, hilarious yet thought provoking, sidesplitting yet poignant.
It was a good experience. I just felt the whole world should watch it, male or female it doesn’t matter.
Thank you bei (better known as sonia) for organizing such a show in Singapore. I really wondered how you did it. It was simply mind blowing.
I spent the past few weeks remodelling my social life. Every non-tuition nights were spent zipping off from work to meet up with friends. My colleagues commented that I was even busier than when my bf was in town. Haha… What to do? Friends are very important to me and I find that I’ve neglected a good deal of them with my current job. I have also been spending a lot of non-work time with my hh colleagues, as very soon, we won’t be able to do that anymore (shall probably write about it when the time is ripe).
I met up with so many good pals, one of whom I haven’t seen for 2 years. My gosh!
Met up with kwan. We had a lot to catch up for 2 years worth of updates. I’m truly happy for him now. He’s finally studying and pursuing what he loves – art; and I sincerely wish him all the best in his love life. =)
We had our informal colleagues alumni buffet dinner at The Square in Furama Riverside Hotel.
The "older", more "senior" and "out of the company" colleagues from the different branches gather.
hs, me, lian, em, wy
Met up with tf too. If I remember correctly, we haven’t seen each other for a year. We kept suggesting meeting up with our bfs since we are all so easy-going people but up till date, it has not materialize.
tf and me
a very sweet pic of raine
Raine was there as we went to look for wedding bands together. Turned out that the 2 of them could hit it off quite well. Tf and me were in the learning of choosing wedding bands. Oh yes, we also made our debut at Cartier and it was cheap thrill taking the internal elevator (ok cheap thrill at least for me =P)
raine, tf, me
Met up with good pal evan.
We had sooooo much to talk about but so little time that we just had to meet up again to finish our updates as well as to have a wild time… to temporarily put problems away.
In the meantime, I met up with good pals from primary school, zann and geral. No photo taken that day as both of them were in “la sup” attire and homely mood with their specs on.
This was taken in December.
Sorry I could not really talk much that night as I had been talking too much the past few days. But hey I make a good listener.
It’s evan n me again!
We were looking for pretty backdrops so off to Spotlight we went. Love all the colourful ribbons!
Posing with our favourite ribbon
Initial plan was to stay sober for evan while she got high at dblo, head off to zouk and drag her home thereafter. Plan B was for both of us to get high at dblo (what’s new?), head off to zouk and worry about going home later. Impromptu plan was that I had only 1 shot less than her and bungled both plans.
We had tequila shot, tequila sunrise, tequila shot, tequila shot, tequila shot, tequila shot… till I had to ask the bartender what other shots are good. Had 1 liquid blue and 1 final tequila shot and I was standing alone somewhere near the bar while that crazy gal went to get her last shot. By then we were laughing and grooving like siao, uttering nonsense and exchanging “fuck yous” with each other and laughing like siao again.
Few shots after
I can’t recall how many times we went to the loo. Each time we pop a shot, we went to the loo.. haha... We might as well be pouring shots straight into the toilet bowl. The next moment she went to the loo, I was plonking my whole self on the comfy red couch which allowed 2 Korean guys to befriend us. Korean guys are real gentlemen. They got us bottled "evian" ("evian" is "naive" spelt backwards) water and did not try anything funny.
God knows when that crazy gal took my hp, scrolled my address book, called my sisters and a few of my good friends. Unlucky joel picked up the phone and goodness knows what she said. She must had exaggerated and over intensified the whole scene because the next moment, he was there to pick me up.
Thanx joel, for picking me up, enduring my beatings, spoiling your glasses and listening to my nonsense. No thanx for thwarting my plans to go zouk.
Recently, my hh colleagues all got arty farty and became culture vultures. We went to the Esplanade to catch Exploding Rice. The performance “entices audiences [sic] to dismantle psychological constructs and be seduced by alternate realities”. Unfortunately, I found it so abstract that I refused to mistreat my brain cells interpreting it.
We had more fun watching a live band performance thereafter and snapping photos.
The awesome foursome
A test shot to pose with numbers 0-5. Look at their fingers.
Posing from 1-9. I was 8.
Putting our expertise into use… Telekinesis
The nation's pride and joy: One side of "the durian"
It does look quite pretty here.
There was a day when I did not have any plans to meet up with friends. I’ve been enjoying myself so much that I’ve quite forgotten about kh. I felt bad and decided to drop by his house after work even though he wasn’t in town. I also thought that I should xiao4 jing4 his parents. It turned out that his parents weren’t at home and both his brothers were sleeping, leaving me stranded outside his house for a while, as the helper was afraid of opening the door. After she finally saw it was me, she opened the door with a smile. I passed to her the snacks and took off without a clue of what to do next. Luckily xtina was all ready to meet up for dinner. Although we just met last month, it was cool to have company just when I needed it. We updated each other on our jobs; my love-hate relationship with it, and her hate-hate relationship with it. Hypocritical me was advising her to endure while me myself could not endure it anymore. Hey but if she endures for a 4 more months, her pay will be a whooping $3K ++. It’s a whole lot of difference.
Finally found somebody with the right schedule to catch Brokeback Mountain with me. It was cool coz I thought I was the only one in the world who had not caught it yet.
elvin and me
Probably the most uncool people on earth not to have caught Brokeback
I was dying to watch it but those who had not caught it did not want to watch it with me since they have the dvd. (snorts at those pirates). I thought I could appreciate such shows but sad to say, I didn’t quite enjoy it.
Advocates for the show would say it’s a beautiful yet tragic love story between 2 guys, a love epic, an emotional masterpiece etc etc etc. Detractors argue it is an ostensibly gay cowboy melodrama.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for gays and lesbians and in fact I’ve known a few of them. I am neither an advocate nor a detractor. Maybe because it was so critically acclaimed and hyped about that I was holding a much higher expectation of it. Maybe because everyone thinks I’m an artsy person, I can empathise with the characters and were urging me not to miss the show. Hence subconsciously, I was preparing myself for a fabulous heartbreaking movie.
I simply could not appreciate its painfully slow pace. I could not understand how their love blossomed. I was not moved. I did not cry at scenes when people cry. It is beautifully shot yet when I look at those idyllic sceneries, I feel a sense of sorrow (Ok this is what it’s supposed to be right?). Heck the sceneries moved me more than the love story per se.
Overall, I find the show over hyped for its social significance. I was sms-ing 4 people at once during the whole show while elvin was zzz away. We simply could not appreciate the true essence of the show. I almost felt guilty for not praising the show.
On the Friday that just passed, a bunch of hh colleagues and friends went to catch The VAGINA Monologues.
It was slightly different from Eve Ensler’s. Firstly, it involves more people. Some scenes were cut and some scenes were added. A touch of local flavour spiced up the whole performance which made it easier for us to identify with the play. Sexual themes could be explored without any censors from the Singapore “garmen”. It was one of the only few performances in Singapore with its actress uttering “vagina” and “ cheebye” as often as you swallow your saliva.
It was exceptional! It was entertaining yet heart-rending, hilarious yet thought provoking, sidesplitting yet poignant.
It was a good experience. I just felt the whole world should watch it, male or female it doesn’t matter.
Thank you bei (better known as sonia) for organizing such a show in Singapore. I really wondered how you did it. It was simply mind blowing.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Books… The only other things I like besides food… and clothes
A few days ago, I bought 4 books all at once.
blink The Power of Thinking Without Thinking gave a new meaning to “don’t judge a book by its cover”. What caught my attention first was the simple white and blue cover. Should I or should I not buy it? I went back to the store 2 more times and in addition to my colleague’s recommendation on the third visit, I decided to buy it! The 2 seconds snap judgment had to work 3 times before I made up my mind. Ten pages into the introduction, I realized I hadn’t made the wrong choice.
Although I’ve read both of the Albom’s books (courtesy of hs), I simply had to own them as I’ve refused to return them to her long after I’ve finished reading.
Rich Dad Poor Dad was so hyped about years ago that it was no harm getting it since there was a 20% discount. In fact, what made me get all those books was that they were on 20% discount. I’m not so literary after all. Heh…
Next on my list would be Never Hit a Jellyfish with a Spade. Only Kinokuniya has it and the last one standing had its jacket torn off. It’s a whooping $30+++ for a small little black book. No wonder it is left on the shelf. Anybody knows where else can I get that book? Ok fine, I think nobody has heard of it before.
blink The Power of Thinking Without Thinking gave a new meaning to “don’t judge a book by its cover”. What caught my attention first was the simple white and blue cover. Should I or should I not buy it? I went back to the store 2 more times and in addition to my colleague’s recommendation on the third visit, I decided to buy it! The 2 seconds snap judgment had to work 3 times before I made up my mind. Ten pages into the introduction, I realized I hadn’t made the wrong choice.
Although I’ve read both of the Albom’s books (courtesy of hs), I simply had to own them as I’ve refused to return them to her long after I’ve finished reading.
Rich Dad Poor Dad was so hyped about years ago that it was no harm getting it since there was a 20% discount. In fact, what made me get all those books was that they were on 20% discount. I’m not so literary after all. Heh…
Next on my list would be Never Hit a Jellyfish with a Spade. Only Kinokuniya has it and the last one standing had its jacket torn off. It’s a whooping $30+++ for a small little black book. No wonder it is left on the shelf. Anybody knows where else can I get that book? Ok fine, I think nobody has heard of it before.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
I've almost forgotten the sensation of being sunburnt
Ouch!
OOOUUUCCCCCHH!
Em, hs and me are currently undergoing lessons in blading during our off days. Those "stripes" were caused by wearing guards during blading. My da jie thinks I look like a bumble bee. Em can be her zebra for all I care ;P
OOOUUUCCCCCHH!
Em, hs and me are currently undergoing lessons in blading during our off days. Those "stripes" were caused by wearing guards during blading. My da jie thinks I look like a bumble bee. Em can be her zebra for all I care ;P
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Valentine's Day <---> Friendship Day =)
Updated on 21 Feb 2006.
This was meant to be a Valentine’s Day post. It appears that I’m one week late. I can’t find the time to blog at all. My comments page trails longer than my one sentence “To be updated when I’ve got the time!” temporary post. My friend, reg, had to help me answer to an anonymous reader before I even got to read the comments myself. I had no time to come online for long, not to mention update my blog.
I wasn’t exactly busy with work. Hell yes, I still bring work home to do but I was actually busy remodeling my social life, catching up with good pals I’ve not seen for a few months to a year. I’ve never been in such high spirits and satisfied with my mundane life for a long time.
Ah… I digress as usual. I was supposed to write about my V day. I will write about my not so mundane life some other time.
Well, I’m not going into the all-so-lovey-dovey-ultra-emotional mode like a year ago.
That only happens once in a blue, pink and purple moon. This V day would be our 5th anniversary and our bond has grown even stronger after some setbacks. Like all the other years, kh is out of town again. (I’m really getting used to this.) So as usual, he called on the eve and we chatted till the wee hours. We were both quite sleepy initially. But the more we talked and reminisce about past gaiety, the more we could not end the conversation. We kept recalling our silly times and poking fun at each other, constantly erupting into spontaneous guffaws. We just kept going on and on, laughing and laughing till the 2nd (or was it 3rd?) 1 hour limit cut the line off.
It was simple.
It was good.
I had sweet dreams that night.
The day itself was spent accompanying mum to polyclinic for her follow ups, tutoring C and meeting raine and HER friends for dinner at Settler’s Café.
C’s family was so cute. They were all up and out to see me to the door. They were looking at the clock as if wondering why I gave C the extra 10 minutes tuition time. When I was leaving his place, his little sister grinned at me, his grandpa nodded at me, his very fashionable mum looked at me from head to toe, smiled away and uttered, “Happy Valentine’s Day. Enjoy your day!” His grandma came to the door and said,”Qing ren jie kuai le!” and they all stood at the door and waved frantically.
I think they think I’m going on a hot date with kh. Haha!
The MRT at Khatib was rather empty. I could slowly walk to a seat without fear of it being snatched up by some kiasu Singaporeans. The carriage was dotted with uncles and aunties, all on their own. No couples anywhere. The guys probably figured it was more gentlemanly and suave to drive or to hail a cab. Along the journey, some young school kid couples came on. They looked so young that I wondered if they were of legal age to drink. A while later, a stinky man came to sit beside me, disrupting my people watching act, for I had to face the glass panel on the other side for the rest of the journey.
I was to meet raine at Clarke Quay for I don’t know anybody else there. They were all her friends and her friends’ friends. I call this get together a “pseudo matchmaking session”. Raine being an avid “matchmaker” collaborated with her friend to organize a singles day out. I was inadvertently drawn into the picture when raine assumed on her part that I had agreed to go out with her on V day since my bf is out of town. Coincidentally, her fiancé is also out of town, so the basic conception was that we should hang out together on a Valentine’s day. And yes that girl head counted me in and I only knew it the day before.
It was great that I went along. I had great fun. Her friends were all nice people and got along well with each other. In fact, they got along so well and I was confused as to who knows who long before or only on that day. It was truly a friends kinda outing and no moment of awkwardness. Hence, the term “pseudo matchmaking”.
We were so engrossed in this Saboteur game where the objective would be for miners to pave their ways to the gold nugget while the scheming saboteurs well, sabotage their efforts. It was fun lying and acting. But when I became honest, nobody believed me. It seemed that I’m not very well-liked saboteur or miner, as I’m often blocked and even double blocked by people every single game.
The Saboteurs win!
Complementary Crunchies From Settlers.
The people that night... Not quite.
2 more came back... Still not the full group. 1 was out running errands.
Everyone outside Settlers Cafe.
Me, Fran and Raine does a neoprint.
Another one.
That night was fun. Thank you raine, for asking me along and counting me in without my approval. I’m letting you off on that and thanking you sincerely from saving me from another night of V day spent at home. Now I have more friends to add to my social circle. Heh heh!
This was meant to be a Valentine’s Day post. It appears that I’m one week late. I can’t find the time to blog at all. My comments page trails longer than my one sentence “To be updated when I’ve got the time!” temporary post. My friend, reg, had to help me answer to an anonymous reader before I even got to read the comments myself. I had no time to come online for long, not to mention update my blog.
I wasn’t exactly busy with work. Hell yes, I still bring work home to do but I was actually busy remodeling my social life, catching up with good pals I’ve not seen for a few months to a year. I’ve never been in such high spirits and satisfied with my mundane life for a long time.
Ah… I digress as usual. I was supposed to write about my V day. I will write about my not so mundane life some other time.
Well, I’m not going into the all-so-lovey-dovey-ultra-emotional mode like a year ago.
That only happens once in a blue, pink and purple moon. This V day would be our 5th anniversary and our bond has grown even stronger after some setbacks. Like all the other years, kh is out of town again. (I’m really getting used to this.) So as usual, he called on the eve and we chatted till the wee hours. We were both quite sleepy initially. But the more we talked and reminisce about past gaiety, the more we could not end the conversation. We kept recalling our silly times and poking fun at each other, constantly erupting into spontaneous guffaws. We just kept going on and on, laughing and laughing till the 2nd (or was it 3rd?) 1 hour limit cut the line off.
It was simple.
It was good.
I had sweet dreams that night.
The day itself was spent accompanying mum to polyclinic for her follow ups, tutoring C and meeting raine and HER friends for dinner at Settler’s Café.
C’s family was so cute. They were all up and out to see me to the door. They were looking at the clock as if wondering why I gave C the extra 10 minutes tuition time. When I was leaving his place, his little sister grinned at me, his grandpa nodded at me, his very fashionable mum looked at me from head to toe, smiled away and uttered, “Happy Valentine’s Day. Enjoy your day!” His grandma came to the door and said,”Qing ren jie kuai le!” and they all stood at the door and waved frantically.
I think they think I’m going on a hot date with kh. Haha!
The MRT at Khatib was rather empty. I could slowly walk to a seat without fear of it being snatched up by some kiasu Singaporeans. The carriage was dotted with uncles and aunties, all on their own. No couples anywhere. The guys probably figured it was more gentlemanly and suave to drive or to hail a cab. Along the journey, some young school kid couples came on. They looked so young that I wondered if they were of legal age to drink. A while later, a stinky man came to sit beside me, disrupting my people watching act, for I had to face the glass panel on the other side for the rest of the journey.
I was to meet raine at Clarke Quay for I don’t know anybody else there. They were all her friends and her friends’ friends. I call this get together a “pseudo matchmaking session”. Raine being an avid “matchmaker” collaborated with her friend to organize a singles day out. I was inadvertently drawn into the picture when raine assumed on her part that I had agreed to go out with her on V day since my bf is out of town. Coincidentally, her fiancé is also out of town, so the basic conception was that we should hang out together on a Valentine’s day. And yes that girl head counted me in and I only knew it the day before.
It was great that I went along. I had great fun. Her friends were all nice people and got along well with each other. In fact, they got along so well and I was confused as to who knows who long before or only on that day. It was truly a friends kinda outing and no moment of awkwardness. Hence, the term “pseudo matchmaking”.
We were so engrossed in this Saboteur game where the objective would be for miners to pave their ways to the gold nugget while the scheming saboteurs well, sabotage their efforts. It was fun lying and acting. But when I became honest, nobody believed me. It seemed that I’m not very well-liked saboteur or miner, as I’m often blocked and even double blocked by people every single game.
The Saboteurs win!
Complementary Crunchies From Settlers.
The people that night... Not quite.
2 more came back... Still not the full group. 1 was out running errands.
Everyone outside Settlers Cafe.
Me, Fran and Raine does a neoprint.
Another one.
That night was fun. Thank you raine, for asking me along and counting me in without my approval. I’m letting you off on that and thanking you sincerely from saving me from another night of V day spent at home. Now I have more friends to add to my social circle. Heh heh!
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