Wish I was there now..... Sigh.....
Ah- chooo!
Cough! Cough!
Monday, July 31, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
Holidays! Sun! Beach! But no bikini....
I'm supposed to be flying off in 4 hours time and what am I doing? Last minute things as usual. Sigh..
But I console myself that I'll be able to sleep all I want in the next 1 week.
Yup. Am going off om a holiday.
Anniversary cum birthday cum recuperation cum I don't know what.
Who cares as long as I'm going away.
I'll be chilling out here
Looks good right? hehe! I hope so.
But no bikini.
Got scars on my tummy......
Sigh....
Ok people. 'see' you all next week.
Be good.
A very happy Tiffany... ^^
But I console myself that I'll be able to sleep all I want in the next 1 week.
Yup. Am going off om a holiday.
Anniversary cum birthday cum recuperation cum I don't know what.
Who cares as long as I'm going away.
I'll be chilling out here
Looks good right? hehe! I hope so.
But no bikini.
Got scars on my tummy......
Sigh....
Ok people. 'see' you all next week.
Be good.
A very happy Tiffany... ^^
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Ode to the Fish
How do I eat thee, my fish?
Let me count thy ways...
Fish porridge
Fish noodle
Fish bee hoon
Fish mee ta mak
Fish soup
Fish thin bee hoon
Alas, I fear I cannot eat thee anymore as I grew weary of fish at every meal. Though I knowth thoust good for my body but others are calling out for me.
Ice cream, chicken wings, laksa....Oh how I miss them
Goodbye, goodbye, fish.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
*If any of my literature teachers are reading my blog, I sincerely appologise for the abuse of the beautiful poems that you taught me.
Let me count thy ways...
Fish porridge
Fish noodle
Fish bee hoon
Fish mee ta mak
Fish soup
Fish thin bee hoon
Alas, I fear I cannot eat thee anymore as I grew weary of fish at every meal. Though I knowth thoust good for my body but others are calling out for me.
Ice cream, chicken wings, laksa....Oh how I miss them
Goodbye, goodbye, fish.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
*If any of my literature teachers are reading my blog, I sincerely appologise for the abuse of the beautiful poems that you taught me.
Bed pans and hunger pangs
Hmm.... basing on the traffic, guess quite a number of you are interested in my little experience. Sorry, couldn't post last night much as I would have like to. I'm still not totally 'normal' as I do tend to feel waeker and more tired than usual. ^^
Anyway, back to my experience.
After I don't know how long, I was being awaken by sentences like: "It's done.", "How do you feel?", "We're going to push you back to your ward." etc. Frankly, I could only remember vaugely what they were saying and all I remembered doing was shaking or nodding my head slowly.
As I was wheeled back to my ward, I saw my aunt. Boy, it sure feels nice to see someone familiar. It was 4pm and she had been waiting for 4 hours... Oops, well that was partly my fault as I was so sure I would be out about 12+. I found out later that my operation that was supposed to be only about 1 hour, took about 2 hours in the end as 'it was more difficult' than expected. Oh dear, I hope there wasn't anther patient waiting for an hour like me.
I was put on the drip as I wasn't allowed to eat or drink. Sigh...
Personally, I find being on the drip more painful than going for the operation. Especially when they have to do what is called 'flushing'.
What's that?
Well, that's when they have to clear the tube of the blood that had clot.
Eg, when the drip runs dry and there's no more glucose water running into my veins, the pressure flows the other way....ie, my blood is being sucked out, upwards. Sounds pretty gross? Well, it's a little less scary than it sounds but yes, a small part of the tube had my blood in ti. So anyway, the blood has to be cleared and are thus vacummed or sucked out.
Let me tell you, that's when I almost cried.. it was so painful. And it happened a few times. My hand still feels bruised where the drip was.
And bed pan.
Gosh.... it's really awkward using this little pan. (wonder why they call it a bed pan and not a urine pan? Of course bed pan sounds better than urine pan. Hmmm....). I only used it twice but each time I had to use it, I felt as if I was going to wet the bed. Plus, it's pretty difficult to do it when the nurse is hovering around, asking: "Are you done?" and lifting the bedsheet to take a look. Most undignified. Utterly no image at all. Sigh... and double sigh...
I managed to speak to my hubby over the phone and mumbled something (can't remember what) and then sent my aunt home. I slept till nearly 7pm when hunger pangs woke me up. Yee Lee was so kind. She insisted on coming over to visit even though I told her not to. She even offered to buy me some food but alas... no food allowed. (I did ask the various nurses a few times, in hope).
And then I had to go toilet again... because of the %43@*&^% drip.
Abd that was pretty much the rountine for the whole night.
Hunger pangs.
Toilet urge.
Followed by occasional 'flushing' of the drip.
Luckily, they sorted out the drip rate later and I didn't have to go toilet so often. Speaking of toilet. You know it's quite a feat to do it whilst on drip? Trying not to get entangled with the tube whilst trying to err... 'drop one's pants'. And trying to draw one's pants up as well. All the little things we take for granted. Maybe the Japanese should invent a little machine that will do it. Hmm... an idea right?
Of course I didn't sleep much lah.
Anyway, hospital life begins very early.
I figured I ought to be able to loose some weight through this?
Anyway, back to my experience.
After I don't know how long, I was being awaken by sentences like: "It's done.", "How do you feel?", "We're going to push you back to your ward." etc. Frankly, I could only remember vaugely what they were saying and all I remembered doing was shaking or nodding my head slowly.
As I was wheeled back to my ward, I saw my aunt. Boy, it sure feels nice to see someone familiar. It was 4pm and she had been waiting for 4 hours... Oops, well that was partly my fault as I was so sure I would be out about 12+. I found out later that my operation that was supposed to be only about 1 hour, took about 2 hours in the end as 'it was more difficult' than expected. Oh dear, I hope there wasn't anther patient waiting for an hour like me.
I was put on the drip as I wasn't allowed to eat or drink. Sigh...
Personally, I find being on the drip more painful than going for the operation. Especially when they have to do what is called 'flushing'.
What's that?
Well, that's when they have to clear the tube of the blood that had clot.
Eg, when the drip runs dry and there's no more glucose water running into my veins, the pressure flows the other way....ie, my blood is being sucked out, upwards. Sounds pretty gross? Well, it's a little less scary than it sounds but yes, a small part of the tube had my blood in ti. So anyway, the blood has to be cleared and are thus vacummed or sucked out.
Let me tell you, that's when I almost cried.. it was so painful. And it happened a few times. My hand still feels bruised where the drip was.
And bed pan.
Gosh.... it's really awkward using this little pan. (wonder why they call it a bed pan and not a urine pan? Of course bed pan sounds better than urine pan. Hmmm....). I only used it twice but each time I had to use it, I felt as if I was going to wet the bed. Plus, it's pretty difficult to do it when the nurse is hovering around, asking: "Are you done?" and lifting the bedsheet to take a look. Most undignified. Utterly no image at all. Sigh... and double sigh...
I managed to speak to my hubby over the phone and mumbled something (can't remember what) and then sent my aunt home. I slept till nearly 7pm when hunger pangs woke me up. Yee Lee was so kind. She insisted on coming over to visit even though I told her not to. She even offered to buy me some food but alas... no food allowed. (I did ask the various nurses a few times, in hope).
And then I had to go toilet again... because of the %43@*&^% drip.
Abd that was pretty much the rountine for the whole night.
Hunger pangs.
Toilet urge.
Followed by occasional 'flushing' of the drip.
Luckily, they sorted out the drip rate later and I didn't have to go toilet so often. Speaking of toilet. You know it's quite a feat to do it whilst on drip? Trying not to get entangled with the tube whilst trying to err... 'drop one's pants'. And trying to draw one's pants up as well. All the little things we take for granted. Maybe the Japanese should invent a little machine that will do it. Hmm... an idea right?
Of course I didn't sleep much lah.
Anyway, hospital life begins very early.
I figured I ought to be able to loose some weight through this?
Monday, July 17, 2006
Take a little nap. Relax
Q: What is the difference between a spa treatment and an operation.
A: In both instances, you lie near naked on a bed, covered by bedsheet. But you wait to be poked and kneaded in one and wait to be poked and needled in the other.
Which is is which though?
Actually, I'm pretty pleased with myself for having coming up with the above...whilst lying near naked on a bed, covered by a bedsheet and waiting to be poked and needled.
Obviously, it was no spa treatment.
On Wednesday night, I checked into the hospital for what I naively thought would be a minor surgery. (Well, in relative terms, a laparoscpic surgery is minor). I supposed I should have find out more what it entails but I figured I'd get even more frightened that way. So I decided I should leave it to HIM. I packed a small bag as I thought I would be out the next day by lunch time (optimistic right?), went for dinner at my favourite prata shop and then went to get myself admitted.
The whole thing was very surreal.
I don't think I was really frightened but I certainly felt every alone as I watched hubby drive away and I had to take the lift up to the ward by myself. This would be the first time I'm in a hospital...unless of course you count being there when I was a baby nearly 40 years ago.
There was nothing much to do except watch TV and read my magazine. The joke was that I had actually brought my laptop along, thinking I could use the 'spare' time to catch up on some blog reading. The nurse quickly dispelled that idea from my head and hubby had to lug my laptop home.
I eventually fell asleep at about 1.30 in the morning. My surgery was at 8.30am.
Needless to say, I woke up a few times during the night, twice to some PA announcement abotu a code red and a code blue in some ward.
At 6am, the lights were switched on and there was a bustle of activities with the nurses coming in. I was told to take a shower. Bleah.... I hate taking shower in the morning.
And then strangely, the lights were dimmed again and so I went back to bed after my shower....
I was woken again later by lights and noises. Ahhh... seems the hospital is really awakening this time. Nurses came in and out, checking temperature, blood pressure and names. Hospital helpers (?) came in and out, bearing breakfast and medicine. Workers came in and out offering to change the bedsheet and sweep the floor. Teams of interns made their round. Doctors made their round.
That's when my doctor told me that my surgery would be at 10.30am instead of 8.30am.
Sigh.... so much for my plan and hope of going home that day... as I was duly informed that I would only be discharged the next day.
So it was back to bed again. Hey, don't blame me. What can I do when I wasn't allowed to eat or drink? I had been fasting since midnight. Good way to loose weight and catch up on my sleep.
By 10.15am, I kept looking anxiouly at the clock. Surely, they haven't forgotten about me? Maybe they assumed I have already had my surgery. I conptemplated calling one of the nurse to find out but just at that moment, one of them walked towards me and said: "Time to get ready. Change into this and I'll bring you downstairs into the operating theatre."
Well, that was it.
Wearing pretty much nothing except for this flimsy gown that was tied round the back, I sat in the wheelchair and I was wheeled out.
It was most strange. I wanted to tell the nurse that I was very capable of walking on my own and if I could just walk down together with her but thought the better of it.
Once downstairs, I was transferred onto a bed in the 'waiting room', whilst I wait for my turn.
And for the umpteenth time since the night before, my name was verified, drug allergy checked etc. Well, these was normal.
What I did find strange was the question if I had dentures (I found out that this was important as a breathing tube would be inserted into my mouth and they had to be careful not to pull out my dentures or crown. Horrors!)
And if I had any nail polish on (apparently doctors checked to see if you are ok my seeing if the nails have turned blue or are still a healthy pink. Hmmm... interesting).
From the waiting room, I was wheeled out (on the bed of course). Along the way, I passed by some pretty colourful corridors and saw staff having conversation along the corridors. If sitting on a wheelchair was strange, then being wheeled into a operating room, on a bed, whilst conscious of everything was even a stranger sensation.
Finally, I arrived in a small room, but it was not the operating room. It was the room before you enter the operating room.
It was 11.15am.
And there I would lie in wait near naked, twiddling my thumbs under the bedsheet as I waited and waited for the next hour and-a-half. I couldn't get up, so all I could do was stare at the ceiling, look at the walls, check out the doctors and nurses who were coming in and going out and tried to think of something cheerful. It was no use.
Seems the patient before me got rather complicated.
The nurses apologised to me.
The anesthetist apologised.
My doctor apologised.
All I could do was smile sweetly and weekly and mumbled something like 'it's ok'. Which of course, it's not ok but really it's not their fault right? It's nobody's fault. It's just one of those things.
At one point, the anethetist, noticing that I was staring rather blankly at the wall, said: "Take a little nap. Relax."
Right.
I'm sure she meant well. It's meant to be comforting.
But err... Relax????
You know what? Strange as it may seems, I actually did fell asleep.
The white ceiling and walls do get a little monotonous after a while.
Suddenly, I was woken up.
"Ok, it's your turn."
And then I was wheeled into the operating room.
A couple of tubes were hooked onto me (hey, just like hospitl drama). And then a breathing mask was put over my mouth. I was told it's oxygen and to breathe deeply.
I did.
But they bluff me though.
Coz I started smelling some chemical and before I can count one-two-three, I was gone.
A: In both instances, you lie near naked on a bed, covered by bedsheet. But you wait to be poked and kneaded in one and wait to be poked and needled in the other.
Which is is which though?
Actually, I'm pretty pleased with myself for having coming up with the above...whilst lying near naked on a bed, covered by a bedsheet and waiting to be poked and needled.
Obviously, it was no spa treatment.
On Wednesday night, I checked into the hospital for what I naively thought would be a minor surgery. (Well, in relative terms, a laparoscpic surgery is minor). I supposed I should have find out more what it entails but I figured I'd get even more frightened that way. So I decided I should leave it to HIM. I packed a small bag as I thought I would be out the next day by lunch time (optimistic right?), went for dinner at my favourite prata shop and then went to get myself admitted.
The whole thing was very surreal.
I don't think I was really frightened but I certainly felt every alone as I watched hubby drive away and I had to take the lift up to the ward by myself. This would be the first time I'm in a hospital...unless of course you count being there when I was a baby nearly 40 years ago.
There was nothing much to do except watch TV and read my magazine. The joke was that I had actually brought my laptop along, thinking I could use the 'spare' time to catch up on some blog reading. The nurse quickly dispelled that idea from my head and hubby had to lug my laptop home.
I eventually fell asleep at about 1.30 in the morning. My surgery was at 8.30am.
Needless to say, I woke up a few times during the night, twice to some PA announcement abotu a code red and a code blue in some ward.
At 6am, the lights were switched on and there was a bustle of activities with the nurses coming in. I was told to take a shower. Bleah.... I hate taking shower in the morning.
And then strangely, the lights were dimmed again and so I went back to bed after my shower....
I was woken again later by lights and noises. Ahhh... seems the hospital is really awakening this time. Nurses came in and out, checking temperature, blood pressure and names. Hospital helpers (?) came in and out, bearing breakfast and medicine. Workers came in and out offering to change the bedsheet and sweep the floor. Teams of interns made their round. Doctors made their round.
That's when my doctor told me that my surgery would be at 10.30am instead of 8.30am.
Sigh.... so much for my plan and hope of going home that day... as I was duly informed that I would only be discharged the next day.
So it was back to bed again. Hey, don't blame me. What can I do when I wasn't allowed to eat or drink? I had been fasting since midnight. Good way to loose weight and catch up on my sleep.
By 10.15am, I kept looking anxiouly at the clock. Surely, they haven't forgotten about me? Maybe they assumed I have already had my surgery. I conptemplated calling one of the nurse to find out but just at that moment, one of them walked towards me and said: "Time to get ready. Change into this and I'll bring you downstairs into the operating theatre."
Well, that was it.
Wearing pretty much nothing except for this flimsy gown that was tied round the back, I sat in the wheelchair and I was wheeled out.
It was most strange. I wanted to tell the nurse that I was very capable of walking on my own and if I could just walk down together with her but thought the better of it.
Once downstairs, I was transferred onto a bed in the 'waiting room', whilst I wait for my turn.
And for the umpteenth time since the night before, my name was verified, drug allergy checked etc. Well, these was normal.
What I did find strange was the question if I had dentures (I found out that this was important as a breathing tube would be inserted into my mouth and they had to be careful not to pull out my dentures or crown. Horrors!)
And if I had any nail polish on (apparently doctors checked to see if you are ok my seeing if the nails have turned blue or are still a healthy pink. Hmmm... interesting).
From the waiting room, I was wheeled out (on the bed of course). Along the way, I passed by some pretty colourful corridors and saw staff having conversation along the corridors. If sitting on a wheelchair was strange, then being wheeled into a operating room, on a bed, whilst conscious of everything was even a stranger sensation.
Finally, I arrived in a small room, but it was not the operating room. It was the room before you enter the operating room.
It was 11.15am.
And there I would lie in wait near naked, twiddling my thumbs under the bedsheet as I waited and waited for the next hour and-a-half. I couldn't get up, so all I could do was stare at the ceiling, look at the walls, check out the doctors and nurses who were coming in and going out and tried to think of something cheerful. It was no use.
Seems the patient before me got rather complicated.
The nurses apologised to me.
The anesthetist apologised.
My doctor apologised.
All I could do was smile sweetly and weekly and mumbled something like 'it's ok'. Which of course, it's not ok but really it's not their fault right? It's nobody's fault. It's just one of those things.
At one point, the anethetist, noticing that I was staring rather blankly at the wall, said: "Take a little nap. Relax."
Right.
I'm sure she meant well. It's meant to be comforting.
But err... Relax????
You know what? Strange as it may seems, I actually did fell asleep.
The white ceiling and walls do get a little monotonous after a while.
Suddenly, I was woken up.
"Ok, it's your turn."
And then I was wheeled into the operating room.
A couple of tubes were hooked onto me (hey, just like hospitl drama). And then a breathing mask was put over my mouth. I was told it's oxygen and to breathe deeply.
I did.
But they bluff me though.
Coz I started smelling some chemical and before I can count one-two-three, I was gone.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Anniversary dinner
My friend asked me how was my anniversary dinner the other night. I had told her earlier that we had booked a table in a nice restaurant.
'Well, I had Campbell Cream of Mushroom soup at home and he had pizza in the office. He had to work OT last minute and didn't come home till 12.30am'.
So much for planning.
Oh well, there's always another time but I think I'll have a different soup the next time. Campbell soup a little salty.
'Well, I had Campbell Cream of Mushroom soup at home and he had pizza in the office. He had to work OT last minute and didn't come home till 12.30am'.
So much for planning.
Oh well, there's always another time but I think I'll have a different soup the next time. Campbell soup a little salty.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
The oatmeal and the post office man
In a post office today
PO staff: Where are you sending this parcel to?
Me: The Netherlands.
PO staff: What's inside? You have to declare.
Me: Err... Oatmeal and seaweed (I was a little embarrassed telling him)
PO staff: Don't they have oatmeal in Europe?
Me: Yes, I'm not sure but I guess they are different? They are for my friend and she always buys them here ro bring back there.
PO staff: Hmmm... they are very strict with foodstuff over there especially with milk related products.
Me: She always brings them back, I'm sure it's ok. (frantically thinking- oatmeal has milk in it????)
PO staff: Is it airtight? It's not going to burst right?
Me: I bought it from the supermarket. It's not opened yet and is in it's original packaging (is he afraid that the airplane will be filled with oatmeal?)
PO staff: You sure it's not going to burst? It's not opened?
Me: No, it's not opened and I don't think it will burst. (How would I know? I didn't pack the packet of oatmeal in the factory)
PO staff: Is it dry? It's not wet right?
Me: (Very patiently) No, it's dry. (wet oatmeal? did he think I cook the oatmeal and send it all the way over to the other end of the world?}
PO staff: You sure it's not going to burst right?
At the point, I was about to take back the package and give up sending the food stuff to a very homesick friend for her birthday present.
But he seems to be satisfied finally that I wasn't sending any contanminating bomb exploding oatmeal.
PO staff: Ok, that will be $20 please.
Sigh.. the postage is more expensive than the packet of oatmeal and seaweed.
C, if you are reading this, I hope you appreciate the gruelling I had to go through to send a innocent packet of oatmeal to you.
Come to think of it, why am I sending Nestle (which is a Dutch company I believe)oatmeal to The Netherlands????
PO staff: Where are you sending this parcel to?
Me: The Netherlands.
PO staff: What's inside? You have to declare.
Me: Err... Oatmeal and seaweed (I was a little embarrassed telling him)
PO staff: Don't they have oatmeal in Europe?
Me: Yes, I'm not sure but I guess they are different? They are for my friend and she always buys them here ro bring back there.
PO staff: Hmmm... they are very strict with foodstuff over there especially with milk related products.
Me: She always brings them back, I'm sure it's ok. (frantically thinking- oatmeal has milk in it????)
PO staff: Is it airtight? It's not going to burst right?
Me: I bought it from the supermarket. It's not opened yet and is in it's original packaging (is he afraid that the airplane will be filled with oatmeal?)
PO staff: You sure it's not going to burst? It's not opened?
Me: No, it's not opened and I don't think it will burst. (How would I know? I didn't pack the packet of oatmeal in the factory)
PO staff: Is it dry? It's not wet right?
Me: (Very patiently) No, it's dry. (wet oatmeal? did he think I cook the oatmeal and send it all the way over to the other end of the world?}
PO staff: You sure it's not going to burst right?
At the point, I was about to take back the package and give up sending the food stuff to a very homesick friend for her birthday present.
But he seems to be satisfied finally that I wasn't sending any contanminating bomb exploding oatmeal.
PO staff: Ok, that will be $20 please.
Sigh.. the postage is more expensive than the packet of oatmeal and seaweed.
C, if you are reading this, I hope you appreciate the gruelling I had to go through to send a innocent packet of oatmeal to you.
Come to think of it, why am I sending Nestle (which is a Dutch company I believe)oatmeal to The Netherlands????
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
After all.... tomorrow is another day
It has been awhile since I last posted on my blogs.
Guess you all know that I lost someone 2 weeks ago. I must thank everyone who offered me their comfort and support.
What made it so difficult was the suddenes of it. We had just met up recently, at a happy ocassion. He promised to call and update me for he had just started on his new job. I was truly happy for him. He was only 32, just starting on his life's journey.
Perhaps I should have called when he didn't. Perhaps. Would that have changed anything? Perhaps. Perhaps not.
In life, we make our decisions and live the choices we made. I'm not a person who sits down to wonder with the all the 'what ifs', 'perhaps', 'maybe'.
Life is too short already.
Do I miss him? Yes, as Mrs A said.. certain thoughts, certain scenes will bring back the memories. But I believe he is happier where he is now.
But we are all much stronger than we think. Life goes on. Life is still beautiful. There is still much out there, everyday, every minute to bring a smile to my face.
After all.... tomorrow is another day.
Scarlett O'Hara, Gone with the Wind
Good night everyone and sweet dreams.
And I believe Germany has just started their fight with Italy.
Guess you all know that I lost someone 2 weeks ago. I must thank everyone who offered me their comfort and support.
What made it so difficult was the suddenes of it. We had just met up recently, at a happy ocassion. He promised to call and update me for he had just started on his new job. I was truly happy for him. He was only 32, just starting on his life's journey.
Perhaps I should have called when he didn't. Perhaps. Would that have changed anything? Perhaps. Perhaps not.
In life, we make our decisions and live the choices we made. I'm not a person who sits down to wonder with the all the 'what ifs', 'perhaps', 'maybe'.
Life is too short already.
Do I miss him? Yes, as Mrs A said.. certain thoughts, certain scenes will bring back the memories. But I believe he is happier where he is now.
But we are all much stronger than we think. Life goes on. Life is still beautiful. There is still much out there, everyday, every minute to bring a smile to my face.
After all.... tomorrow is another day.
Scarlett O'Hara, Gone with the Wind
Good night everyone and sweet dreams.
And I believe Germany has just started their fight with Italy.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Tears in Heaven
Tonight.. I am reminded again at the fragility of life.
The temporary existence.
The briefness.
The changes brought about by time difference of a second.
And though we are often reminded again and again to treat each day as your last. How often do we actually do so?
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven
The temporary existence.
The briefness.
The changes brought about by time difference of a second.
And though we are often reminded again and again to treat each day as your last. How often do we actually do so?
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
And it's a GOOOOOAAAALLLLL!
Well, the World Cup fever has started.
I've mentioned previouslythat really football is not my favourite game. Still, it is once in 4 years. And my husband's home team and my favourite team are in it, so I find myself watching and getting excited over certain games.
Besides, it's kind of hard to ignore the whole event if everything, everyone, everywhere centers around it.
It's good opening conversation line... especially with male clients. hahaha!
Seriously though, some of the matches can be exciting. Of course, so far I've only seen 3 matches and can't really compare.
Opening match of Germany against Costa Rica was ok....
England against Paraguay was a bore... good thing England won. ^^
Korea versus Togo was exciting. And I'm glad to say that Korea won too.
Actually, the Korean Wave has also produce another unexpected effect.
Suddenly, some of these women who normally wouldn't really be that interested to watch football matches are discussing about it. Of course, these discussions are limited to games involving the Korean teams. But let's get into technicalities. They are watching football right?
Suddenly, the Korea has many extra supporters. If you think about it... I'm not talking about just the fans of BYJ. What about the fans of Rain? Jang Dong Gun? Kwon Sang Woo? Lee Jun Ki etc?
Suddenly, women are grouping to watch the game together. Just this monrning, a fellow BYJ fan emailed to me to say that her friends had watched the game together last night... cheering for Korea. And they had a good time too. : )
Me? I was cheering for Korea last night too of course. hehe!
Now the problem is.... who am I going to cheer for if these 2 teams meet? I guess I shall only think about it if and when it happens. In the meantime, I'll be alternating between "Swing low, swing chariot, coming for to carry me home" and "대..한민국..." on different nights.
Above photos from http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/
Post note- hey Korean< England and Singapore all have the colour red as part of their national colour. hehe!
I've mentioned previouslythat really football is not my favourite game. Still, it is once in 4 years. And my husband's home team and my favourite team are in it, so I find myself watching and getting excited over certain games.
Besides, it's kind of hard to ignore the whole event if everything, everyone, everywhere centers around it.
It's good opening conversation line... especially with male clients. hahaha!
Seriously though, some of the matches can be exciting. Of course, so far I've only seen 3 matches and can't really compare.
Opening match of Germany against Costa Rica was ok....
England against Paraguay was a bore... good thing England won. ^^
Korea versus Togo was exciting. And I'm glad to say that Korea won too.
Actually, the Korean Wave has also produce another unexpected effect.
Suddenly, some of these women who normally wouldn't really be that interested to watch football matches are discussing about it. Of course, these discussions are limited to games involving the Korean teams. But let's get into technicalities. They are watching football right?
Suddenly, the Korea has many extra supporters. If you think about it... I'm not talking about just the fans of BYJ. What about the fans of Rain? Jang Dong Gun? Kwon Sang Woo? Lee Jun Ki etc?
Suddenly, women are grouping to watch the game together. Just this monrning, a fellow BYJ fan emailed to me to say that her friends had watched the game together last night... cheering for Korea. And they had a good time too. : )
Me? I was cheering for Korea last night too of course. hehe!
Now the problem is.... who am I going to cheer for if these 2 teams meet? I guess I shall only think about it if and when it happens. In the meantime, I'll be alternating between "Swing low, swing chariot, coming for to carry me home" and "대..한민국..." on different nights.
Above photos from http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/
Post note- hey Korean< England and Singapore all have the colour red as part of their national colour. hehe!
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Time No Enough
I was just sitting down over the weekend... after another busy Saturday, lamenting about the lack of time. I wish there was more time... actually, I just wish the weekend was longer. Sunday night is the worse- just ask my husband. hehe!
Anyway, I was just thinking about time, that 24 hours that one has.. where does it all go?
Sleep = 6 hours (if you're like my husband, you need 8 hours and if you're like bb, you need only 4 hours. haha!)
Work = 9 hours (or more for most people)
Travelling time = 2 hours
Dinner = 1.5 hours
Toilet time = 0.5 hours (ok, this is assuming they are all quick ones. ^^)
Miscellaneous = 1 hour (you know- chatting, coffee break, shower, queuing etc)
Total time spent so far = 20 hours
So that leaves us with just 4 hours left... assumning you don't cook, wash-up etc.
4 hours... out of a whole day. Sounds bad isn't it? So what do you do when there's a 1,001 things to do? I know what I do.. I try to be productive and multi-tasks, afterall my Government says we must be productive mah or we will loose out.
So I read the newspaper when I'm in the toilet.
I catch up with my magazines/ Korean lessons in the train/ bus.
I listen to the news on the radio as I have breakfast.
I work on my laptop as I watch TV.
Heck, sometimes I cook/ clear-up laundry and water my plants at the same time whilst listening to my favourite Korean cd.
I want my things done now, this instant. I get impatient if people are in my way when I'm walking. I tear my hair out at as I listen to the "Press 1 for English', 'Press 2 for Chinese' message on the phone. I strummed my fingers on the counter if no cashier appears within 2 seconds.
I mutter to myself that these people are wasting my time.
But really, why all this hurry? Actually I don't know. It seems I must do so because everyone is doing the same thing.
Time No Enough?
But if we are all hurrying somewhere into the future, what is happening to now, the present?
This photo was taken just outside my window one evening. I hadn't even notice because I was busy .... Husband warned me that it would be over in seconds... and I could see that he was right.
I grabbed my camera and just snapped away- I managed to take about 3 photos.
And then it was over as it became pitch dark. It was indeed a fleeting moment.
Perhaps we should all take about sometime off each day to do nothing.
Just to breathe, listen, look, touch and feel the present.
I think it would be a big present to ourselves.
Anyway, I was just thinking about time, that 24 hours that one has.. where does it all go?
Sleep = 6 hours (if you're like my husband, you need 8 hours and if you're like bb, you need only 4 hours. haha!)
Work = 9 hours (or more for most people)
Travelling time = 2 hours
Dinner = 1.5 hours
Toilet time = 0.5 hours (ok, this is assuming they are all quick ones. ^^)
Miscellaneous = 1 hour (you know- chatting, coffee break, shower, queuing etc)
Total time spent so far = 20 hours
So that leaves us with just 4 hours left... assumning you don't cook, wash-up etc.
4 hours... out of a whole day. Sounds bad isn't it? So what do you do when there's a 1,001 things to do? I know what I do.. I try to be productive and multi-tasks, afterall my Government says we must be productive mah or we will loose out.
So I read the newspaper when I'm in the toilet.
I catch up with my magazines/ Korean lessons in the train/ bus.
I listen to the news on the radio as I have breakfast.
I work on my laptop as I watch TV.
Heck, sometimes I cook/ clear-up laundry and water my plants at the same time whilst listening to my favourite Korean cd.
I want my things done now, this instant. I get impatient if people are in my way when I'm walking. I tear my hair out at as I listen to the "Press 1 for English', 'Press 2 for Chinese' message on the phone. I strummed my fingers on the counter if no cashier appears within 2 seconds.
I mutter to myself that these people are wasting my time.
But really, why all this hurry? Actually I don't know. It seems I must do so because everyone is doing the same thing.
Time No Enough?
But if we are all hurrying somewhere into the future, what is happening to now, the present?
This photo was taken just outside my window one evening. I hadn't even notice because I was busy .... Husband warned me that it would be over in seconds... and I could see that he was right.
I grabbed my camera and just snapped away- I managed to take about 3 photos.
And then it was over as it became pitch dark. It was indeed a fleeting moment.
Perhaps we should all take about sometime off each day to do nothing.
Just to breathe, listen, look, touch and feel the present.
I think it would be a big present to ourselves.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Saving Face
Watched this movie recently (ok, not that recently.. last month) at the strong recommendation of my best friend. She was raving about it.
Saving Face
A Sony Classic movie
Cast: Joan Chen, Michelle Krusiec, Lynn Chen
Director: Alice Wu
http://www.sonyclassics.com/savingface/
Saving Face is about the Chinese community in America.
It's about contradiction, old and new, duties and expectation and .....love.
Synopsis:
Wil (Michelle) is a young outstanding surgeon in Manhanttan. Wil is pretty and the right age to get married. Wil is also gay. Ma (Wil's mother) is a dutiful, traditional daughter. She is a widow. And she is also pregnant. She refuses to divulge the father's identity. So she is thrown out by grandpa till she becomes 'respectable' by marrying.
So Ma moves into Wil's place and promptly tries to rearrange Wil's life from the curtains to the food. But Will has just met Vivian (Lynn). If developing a relationship is hard, then developing a gay relationship on the quiet with a pregnant mother at home is almost impossible.
The only solution----- marry her mother off
The storyline isn't exactly new. Lee Ang has done something similar in The 'Wedding Banquet'. Of course his movie was from the gay men's point of view whereas 'Saving Face' focuses on the gay women's point of view.
But 'Saving Face' does deliver some surprises of its own.
It has enough laugh lines and touching scenes. The cast is refreshingly young but the acting was by means compromised. I was especially impressed with Joan Chen. Used to seeing her in serious, glamorous role, it was a surprising change to see her as a dowdy, comical, lonely, conservative and yet somewhat brave single woman. I especially like the scenes where she met the various suitors and was thoroughly interrogated by Wil in a reversal of mother-daughter roles.
I guess my little complaint would be that it was just a little too politically correct (though apparently it was deliberately meant to be so by the director).
From Wil's black neighbour, to Wil being a brilliant surgeon, right down to Ma's lover and the ending. Somehow, it lacks the conflict and the reality that exist in 'The Wedding Banquet'.
In 'The Wedding Banquet', there is a hint of sadness and a touch of 无奈, a sense of resignation, especially in the last scene when they were all looking at the wedding photos and as the parents walk away towards the plane to go home. In 'Saving Face', there was the 'happily ever after' fairy-tale end.... Personally I thought the last dance scene, 'as their eyes meet' was a little errr... cliche. Perhaps the director wanted to convey the message that things will be alright in the end... if one believes and tries hard enough. I guess it wouldn't do much harm to be more optimistic in life. : )
Still, it is an enjoyable movie and one that I would recommend.
Btw, Michelle has her own blogspot- http://michellekrusiec.blogspot.com
She looks completely different from her role as Wil in 'Saving Face'. ^^ Much more glamorous.
For other information related to Michelle and the movie, you can visit my friend, HYL's blog at Now & Zen. I think she's made many friends after watching this movie. Right, HYL?
Saving Face
A Sony Classic movie
Cast: Joan Chen, Michelle Krusiec, Lynn Chen
Director: Alice Wu
http://www.sonyclassics.com/savingface/
Saving Face is about the Chinese community in America.
It's about contradiction, old and new, duties and expectation and .....love.
Synopsis:
Wil (Michelle) is a young outstanding surgeon in Manhanttan. Wil is pretty and the right age to get married. Wil is also gay. Ma (Wil's mother) is a dutiful, traditional daughter. She is a widow. And she is also pregnant. She refuses to divulge the father's identity. So she is thrown out by grandpa till she becomes 'respectable' by marrying.
So Ma moves into Wil's place and promptly tries to rearrange Wil's life from the curtains to the food. But Will has just met Vivian (Lynn). If developing a relationship is hard, then developing a gay relationship on the quiet with a pregnant mother at home is almost impossible.
The only solution----- marry her mother off
The storyline isn't exactly new. Lee Ang has done something similar in The 'Wedding Banquet'. Of course his movie was from the gay men's point of view whereas 'Saving Face' focuses on the gay women's point of view.
But 'Saving Face' does deliver some surprises of its own.
It has enough laugh lines and touching scenes. The cast is refreshingly young but the acting was by means compromised. I was especially impressed with Joan Chen. Used to seeing her in serious, glamorous role, it was a surprising change to see her as a dowdy, comical, lonely, conservative and yet somewhat brave single woman. I especially like the scenes where she met the various suitors and was thoroughly interrogated by Wil in a reversal of mother-daughter roles.
I guess my little complaint would be that it was just a little too politically correct (though apparently it was deliberately meant to be so by the director).
From Wil's black neighbour, to Wil being a brilliant surgeon, right down to Ma's lover and the ending. Somehow, it lacks the conflict and the reality that exist in 'The Wedding Banquet'.
In 'The Wedding Banquet', there is a hint of sadness and a touch of 无奈, a sense of resignation, especially in the last scene when they were all looking at the wedding photos and as the parents walk away towards the plane to go home. In 'Saving Face', there was the 'happily ever after' fairy-tale end.... Personally I thought the last dance scene, 'as their eyes meet' was a little errr... cliche. Perhaps the director wanted to convey the message that things will be alright in the end... if one believes and tries hard enough. I guess it wouldn't do much harm to be more optimistic in life. : )
Still, it is an enjoyable movie and one that I would recommend.
Btw, Michelle has her own blogspot- http://michellekrusiec.blogspot.com
She looks completely different from her role as Wil in 'Saving Face'. ^^ Much more glamorous.
For other information related to Michelle and the movie, you can visit my friend, HYL's blog at Now & Zen. I think she's made many friends after watching this movie. Right, HYL?
Friday, June 09, 2006
The Camp
If my 'other' life keeps me busy, then my 'this' life isn't much better.
Just last Saturday, I went for the CDAC's SHG annual camp. What is CDAC and SHG?
CDAC= Chinese Development Assistance Council http://www.cdac.org.sg/
SHG= Supervised Homework Group
For the last 10 years, I have been volunteering at this programme, slowing down only last year. Every Saturday afternoon would find me and other volunteers at the centre, tutoring kids in their Maths and English and then some. A highlight of this programme is the annual camp and when you are 11 or 12 years old, it's defintely something to look forward to. I'm not sure about the volunteers though because they are often stressed out. ^^ But it is a good learning and bonding experience for all involved.
Sleeping arrangement for the children. Now when was the last time you slept in a tent? I've done it a few times, the last time was just a couple of years back when the volunteers had to sleep in tents as well.
Sleeping quarters for the volunteers. No, I didn't stay the night.... hehe! I went home to my own bed.
You paint my face and I'll paint yours. The kids were divided into various groups and this year being the World Cup, they were named after the various countries like England, Brazil etc. I think the kids had alot of fun decorating their faces. : )
Kids, kids everywhere I thought there were only about 100+ children like the previous years but apparently we had the biggest turn out this year- about 200 kids. Can't tell the kids from the volunteers? The young was waering orange t-shirts. The young-at-heart was was wearing re t-shirts. ^^
Flying the flag high! The kids had to decorate their 'own' country's flag, paint their faces and come up with a cheer. Don't play, play ok, got marks one ok.
Hehe, one of the cheering team.
The teams had to go to various stations to win points. It was always a headache to think of games at the various stations but it's worth it when the kids have fun.
First you pour some soapy water down....
Then you make them climb up the slippery sheet barefooted.
Solving boggling mind games. Hot leh!
Many hands make writing hard...hehe!
Water, water everywhere... except where it should belong- in the pail.. Well, filling a pail with leaking plastic bags ain't exactly easy.
Let's try and get our butt act together.
Ahh... to be young and carefree... to play without worries...that is youth!
For the first time, we have a campfire! Is it going to work????
Where are the chicken wings and the marshmellows? ^^ I keep thinking of snoopy and his little birdy friends on their camping trips.
What's a campfire without campfire songs right?Too bad I didn't stay long but they were singing songs like '老鼠爱大米'...very, very different kind of songs from my campfire days. Different gereneration. Definitely.
The kids enjoying themselves.
I didn't stay overnight... but I have in the past quite a few times. When the lights go out.. the volunteers stay on duty... sentry duty. And let me tell you, it's near impossible to get these hyperactive kids to go to sleep. Half the time they would be complaining of the insects or their sleeping partners. The other half would be spent going to the toilets. LOL!
Guess I can't blame them. It is very exciting and adventurous for them. In fact, often, we see a change in their characters after the camp. They grow up a little when they can't choose their food, they have to queue up to shower with lots of other kids, and they have to do what they are told and co-operate with their team members.
But still at the end of the day... this is what it is all about. I think this beautiful photo describes why we volunteer our precious Saturday afternoon. It's something that cannot be measured.
But I got to admit this... I'm really getting too old for such camps. Time for senior citizens like me to retire. : )
Just last Saturday, I went for the CDAC's SHG annual camp. What is CDAC and SHG?
CDAC= Chinese Development Assistance Council http://www.cdac.org.sg/
SHG= Supervised Homework Group
For the last 10 years, I have been volunteering at this programme, slowing down only last year. Every Saturday afternoon would find me and other volunteers at the centre, tutoring kids in their Maths and English and then some. A highlight of this programme is the annual camp and when you are 11 or 12 years old, it's defintely something to look forward to. I'm not sure about the volunteers though because they are often stressed out. ^^ But it is a good learning and bonding experience for all involved.
Sleeping arrangement for the children. Now when was the last time you slept in a tent? I've done it a few times, the last time was just a couple of years back when the volunteers had to sleep in tents as well.
Sleeping quarters for the volunteers. No, I didn't stay the night.... hehe! I went home to my own bed.
You paint my face and I'll paint yours. The kids were divided into various groups and this year being the World Cup, they were named after the various countries like England, Brazil etc. I think the kids had alot of fun decorating their faces. : )
Kids, kids everywhere I thought there were only about 100+ children like the previous years but apparently we had the biggest turn out this year- about 200 kids. Can't tell the kids from the volunteers? The young was waering orange t-shirts. The young-at-heart was was wearing re t-shirts. ^^
Flying the flag high! The kids had to decorate their 'own' country's flag, paint their faces and come up with a cheer. Don't play, play ok, got marks one ok.
Hehe, one of the cheering team.
The teams had to go to various stations to win points. It was always a headache to think of games at the various stations but it's worth it when the kids have fun.
Water, water everywhere... except where it should belong- in the pail.. Well, filling a pail with leaking plastic bags ain't exactly easy.
Ahh... to be young and carefree... to play without worries...that is youth!
For the first time, we have a campfire! Is it going to work????
Where are the chicken wings and the marshmellows? ^^ I keep thinking of snoopy and his little birdy friends on their camping trips.
What's a campfire without campfire songs right?Too bad I didn't stay long but they were singing songs like '老鼠爱大米'...very, very different kind of songs from my campfire days. Different gereneration. Definitely.
I didn't stay overnight... but I have in the past quite a few times. When the lights go out.. the volunteers stay on duty... sentry duty. And let me tell you, it's near impossible to get these hyperactive kids to go to sleep. Half the time they would be complaining of the insects or their sleeping partners. The other half would be spent going to the toilets. LOL!
Guess I can't blame them. It is very exciting and adventurous for them. In fact, often, we see a change in their characters after the camp. They grow up a little when they can't choose their food, they have to queue up to shower with lots of other kids, and they have to do what they are told and co-operate with their team members.
But still at the end of the day... this is what it is all about. I think this beautiful photo describes why we volunteer our precious Saturday afternoon. It's something that cannot be measured.
But I got to admit this... I'm really getting too old for such camps. Time for senior citizens like me to retire. : )
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
My other life
Gosh, I realised that my last post was more than a week ago. My apologies but my 'other life' has been taking up a bit more of my time than usual.
What 'other life" you said? Well...it's a secret but underneath all this dull appearance and existence, I'm actually someone else.... someone with the superpower to call upon over 500 women from different walks of life.
I am super ajuma Tiffany. hahaha!
Ok, ok, jokes aside.
Ever since I got to know about this Korean actor Bae Yong Joon 4 years ago, I've developed another life that at times seemed unreal. I became very active on the internet.. (though less so nowadays). I made friends from all over the world, some of whom I will probably never meet. It got worse. In 2003, together with a few other 'friends' that I met on the internet, I actually helped to set up a fan club for him.
Over the past few years, as a fan and one of the committee member, I've had some rather interesting experiences.
- True or false 1: I have direct access to BYJ and can 'ask' him to come here. LOL. The number of emails I've received from people 'asking' me to bring him to SG. huh? I got such power meh?
- Fact: I have no more access to BYJ than any of the fans out there. I wish I do though.
- True or false 2: Committee members have more privileges.
- Fact: What privileges? Ok, I do have the managers' contact numbers. But I'm not the only one and I don't go around calling them everyday. They certainly don't tell me more than what is necessary either. BUT many of the fans and members are really sweet and they often give me presents. : ) This is a privilege I am truely appreciative of.
Joon's Family celebrated it's 3rd anniversary at the end of May. When the few of us set up this fan club 3 years ago, we were not sure how long it would last.. or if it would last. We were not going to look beyond one year.
We didn't expect him to come to Singapore. We didn't expect the managers to recognise the fan club because it was well known that BYJ did not encourage fan clubs. We just wanted to do something and hope that he will be aware of the fans in a tiny island country call Singapore.
As much as the club was a show of support for him, it was also for fun.
And we did have fun.
The trip to Korea in 2003 was one fot he best ever and many of us still have fond memories of it. :p
And then, things got a little more serious. I have thought of resigning from the club as a committee member quite a few times. I remembered telling a couple of people that with so much responsibility and work, it was more fun and less stressful to be just a fan.
Thank goodness the situation has gotten more sane now.
At the end of anniversary gathering the other week, I made a quick speech. Unfortunately I was so tired that I didn't think I made any sense at all.
What I really wanted to say was...
A fan club should be a fun thing. You join a fan club to support an actor with other like minded people. You also make friends.
There is nothing in the rules and conditions of a fan club that says you are disloyal if you also support other artistes and join their fan clubs. I am highly amused to note I've had quite a few people coming up to me, telling me apologectically, in guilty tones that they've also joined another fan club.
"SO?"
By all means, join as many as you want to. You don't have to ask for my permission. ^^
By the same token, please don't judge me with that strange look if I tell you I also support other actors. As long as an artiste is good, I will support him or her. And this principle extends to all actors and not just Korean actors.
Of course BYJ remains special. I doubt there will be another actor whom I would be willing to spend as much time and energy on. : ) This is why
At the end if these 4 years as his fan, as much as the support for him is important, I feel that the friends that I've made are just as important. With or without BYJ now, they will always be my friends.
So at the end of this very long winded post, just what am I trying to say?
Chill out. Relax. Enjoy yourself. Support BYJ. Support other actors if you want to. Don't support anyone if you don't want to. Just avoid bad-mouthing other actors and their fans. Though the last point is something that BYJ fans generally do not engage in. ^^
This is not a competition.
Life is too short already.
There are other more important issues.
Like should I eat the cookies and cream ice cream or the green tea ice cream.
You get my drift?
What 'other life" you said? Well...it's a secret but underneath all this dull appearance and existence, I'm actually someone else.... someone with the superpower to call upon over 500 women from different walks of life.
I am super ajuma Tiffany. hahaha!
Ok, ok, jokes aside.
Ever since I got to know about this Korean actor Bae Yong Joon 4 years ago, I've developed another life that at times seemed unreal. I became very active on the internet.. (though less so nowadays). I made friends from all over the world, some of whom I will probably never meet. It got worse. In 2003, together with a few other 'friends' that I met on the internet, I actually helped to set up a fan club for him.
Over the past few years, as a fan and one of the committee member, I've had some rather interesting experiences.
- True or false 1: I have direct access to BYJ and can 'ask' him to come here. LOL. The number of emails I've received from people 'asking' me to bring him to SG. huh? I got such power meh?
- Fact: I have no more access to BYJ than any of the fans out there. I wish I do though.
- True or false 2: Committee members have more privileges.
- Fact: What privileges? Ok, I do have the managers' contact numbers. But I'm not the only one and I don't go around calling them everyday. They certainly don't tell me more than what is necessary either. BUT many of the fans and members are really sweet and they often give me presents. : ) This is a privilege I am truely appreciative of.
Joon's Family celebrated it's 3rd anniversary at the end of May. When the few of us set up this fan club 3 years ago, we were not sure how long it would last.. or if it would last. We were not going to look beyond one year.
We didn't expect him to come to Singapore. We didn't expect the managers to recognise the fan club because it was well known that BYJ did not encourage fan clubs. We just wanted to do something and hope that he will be aware of the fans in a tiny island country call Singapore.
As much as the club was a show of support for him, it was also for fun.
And we did have fun.
The trip to Korea in 2003 was one fot he best ever and many of us still have fond memories of it. :p
And then, things got a little more serious. I have thought of resigning from the club as a committee member quite a few times. I remembered telling a couple of people that with so much responsibility and work, it was more fun and less stressful to be just a fan.
Thank goodness the situation has gotten more sane now.
At the end of anniversary gathering the other week, I made a quick speech. Unfortunately I was so tired that I didn't think I made any sense at all.
What I really wanted to say was...
A fan club should be a fun thing. You join a fan club to support an actor with other like minded people. You also make friends.
There is nothing in the rules and conditions of a fan club that says you are disloyal if you also support other artistes and join their fan clubs. I am highly amused to note I've had quite a few people coming up to me, telling me apologectically, in guilty tones that they've also joined another fan club.
"SO?"
By all means, join as many as you want to. You don't have to ask for my permission. ^^
By the same token, please don't judge me with that strange look if I tell you I also support other actors. As long as an artiste is good, I will support him or her. And this principle extends to all actors and not just Korean actors.
Of course BYJ remains special. I doubt there will be another actor whom I would be willing to spend as much time and energy on. : ) This is why
At the end if these 4 years as his fan, as much as the support for him is important, I feel that the friends that I've made are just as important. With or without BYJ now, they will always be my friends.
So at the end of this very long winded post, just what am I trying to say?
Chill out. Relax. Enjoy yourself. Support BYJ. Support other actors if you want to. Don't support anyone if you don't want to. Just avoid bad-mouthing other actors and their fans. Though the last point is something that BYJ fans generally do not engage in. ^^
This is not a competition.
Life is too short already.
There are other more important issues.
Like should I eat the cookies and cream ice cream or the green tea ice cream.
You get my drift?
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
600 grams
Have all of you watched the funniest drama of 2005- My Name is Kim Sam Soon? No, you should. It's really funny.
Anyway, in the drama, Sam Soon (Kim Sun-ah) is trying very hard to loose weight. She is determind that there should be no 'hanky-panky' with her Sam Shik till she is presentable.
After a very long time (I think it was 4 months?), he asked her how much weight she has lost. "600 grams" said our lovable Sam Soon. About the equivalent of a steak, siad our hero, "Sam Shik".
Well, at least she's lost that 600grams.
I figured that 600grams that she lost has somehow found it's way to me.
See, I've been trying my hardest to loose 600grams for the last few weeks to no avail.
I've gone to the gym a little more regularly (not perfect, but more regularly). I've tried to be a little more careful about what I eat.
Still that 600grams refuses to go away.
I'm not sure why it found my body so fascinating that it should want to stay for so long but I do wish it would find another home.
Sigh....
If I can't loose it, maybe I should just live with it. I've sort of grown quite fond of it actually. I can also finish that tub of ice-cream in the freezer then.
Right?
Anyway, in the drama, Sam Soon (Kim Sun-ah) is trying very hard to loose weight. She is determind that there should be no 'hanky-panky' with her Sam Shik till she is presentable.
After a very long time (I think it was 4 months?), he asked her how much weight she has lost. "600 grams" said our lovable Sam Soon. About the equivalent of a steak, siad our hero, "Sam Shik".
Well, at least she's lost that 600grams.
I figured that 600grams that she lost has somehow found it's way to me.
See, I've been trying my hardest to loose 600grams for the last few weeks to no avail.
I've gone to the gym a little more regularly (not perfect, but more regularly). I've tried to be a little more careful about what I eat.
Still that 600grams refuses to go away.
I'm not sure why it found my body so fascinating that it should want to stay for so long but I do wish it would find another home.
Sigh....
If I can't loose it, maybe I should just live with it. I've sort of grown quite fond of it actually. I can also finish that tub of ice-cream in the freezer then.
Right?
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Idiot-proof
IT products have become so sophisticated nowadays that they've become idiot-proof. Or so all these companies claim.
Yet, ...the number of times I can't get these idiot-proofed products to start....I wonder... am I 'idioter' than an idiot?
Seriously, who understands all those mumbo-jumbo stuff that only the programmers or IT mad people would understand?
Me? I just want to plug in my laptop/ camera/ printer and just get it up and running. Please don't ask me for questions I can't answer and information that I don't even know where I should be looking for. As far as I'm concerned, idiot-proof should mean just that- click and go.
You know what is even more frustrating?
When you click on the Help and Support icon and it says you have to be connected to get help. But that was the whole point! I was trying to get connected!
So I have to get online to find out why I couldn't get online??????
There's a conspiracy out there.
I'm very certain all these programmers have installed one of those hidden cameras th in the products. They are probably laughing at us as we struggle to set up these products that we've just spent an obscene amount on...swearing and cursing as we resist the temptation to just throw our shiny new toys out of the window.
I'm sure they feel it's payback time for calling them geeks during school days.
Sigh....
My only consolation is that I'm not the only idiot in the house. My husband couldn't solve the problem either.
Yet, ...the number of times I can't get these idiot-proofed products to start....I wonder... am I 'idioter' than an idiot?
Seriously, who understands all those mumbo-jumbo stuff that only the programmers or IT mad people would understand?
Me? I just want to plug in my laptop/ camera/ printer and just get it up and running. Please don't ask me for questions I can't answer and information that I don't even know where I should be looking for. As far as I'm concerned, idiot-proof should mean just that- click and go.
You know what is even more frustrating?
When you click on the Help and Support icon and it says you have to be connected to get help. But that was the whole point! I was trying to get connected!
So I have to get online to find out why I couldn't get online??????
There's a conspiracy out there.
I'm very certain all these programmers have installed one of those hidden cameras th in the products. They are probably laughing at us as we struggle to set up these products that we've just spent an obscene amount on...swearing and cursing as we resist the temptation to just throw our shiny new toys out of the window.
I'm sure they feel it's payback time for calling them geeks during school days.
Sigh....
My only consolation is that I'm not the only idiot in the house. My husband couldn't solve the problem either.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Return of the Condor Heroes
Hands up, those of you who remembered the Hong Kong entertainment in the 80's.
Hands and legs up those of you who remembered the hit drama, "Return of the Condor Heros".
I'm not talking about the Louis Khoo version. I'm talking about the definite version by a very young Andy Lau and Idy Chan.
I remembered.
It was like the WLS of today. It had everyone glued to the screen, from my grandmother to my aunties. The songs were hits and we would be playing them day in and day out. In fact we were so hooked that we were watching the last few episodes within one day. We watched the the second last episode till about 2am in the morning and then thought we'd better be sensible and go to bed. We were up a few hours later at 5am to catch the last episode. We couldn't stand the suspense.... including my grandmother. hahaha!
In those days, there was no dvd. We rented tapes from the video shops. These tapes arrive like about a week after the episode is aired on the HK TV. One episode per tape. So if it's 20 episodes, you have 20 tapes. If it's a very popular drama, you have to queue. So sometimes, you watch a drama till ep 15 and then may not get to watch the rest of it till 3 weeks later. I think it's still being done now. Only it's dvd instead of tapes.
Anyway, back to Return of the Condor Heros.
Andy Lau was young then. He still had some puppy fat and had already starred in a few dramas but he wasn't well known. This drama made him a star.
Though he didn't have as much effect on me then as BYJ did now, he did leave a very deep impression on me. He was Yang Guo and together with Idy Chan as the Little Dragon Girl, they were a perfect on screen couple.
Anyway, both he and Idy Chan created quite a storm in the little red dot, Singapore. And thus shortly after the drama ended in HK, both of them came to Singapore to cash in on the popularity.
If I remembered correctly, I think they performed at World Trade Centre and I think I went with SW. I can't really remember. Actually, I couldn't really recall much of the performance either. I did remember our seats weren't too bad, I could actually see them fairly up close. But I'm not sure if I had paid for those expensive tickets. You see, back then, as very poor, struggling students, we would buy the cheapest tickets and then when the lights dimmed and the show was about to start, we would all rushed forward and filled the good seats in the front rows. haha! There was much less control then.
Anyway, don't think the show was very memorable. He hadn't started on his singing career then but I think it was ok. Looking at the photos now, I think some of the dance moves/ poses were quite silly. hehe!
Told you they were silly poses.
Of course back then, we didn't think so lah and enjoyed every minute of it.
Anyway, after the show, my friend suggested that we should go to the back door and wait for him. Initially, I hesitated. I wasn't used to doing such things. But I couldn't resist the temptation and the urgings of my friend. And so we waited outside the back door, together with some fans. Not many. Not like today, where he would probably have a few hundreds of fans waiting. Then, there were maybe about 20 to 30?
And just as I thought this was madness and we should leave. He came out. And this was what happened next:
He was really very young then. So was I.
Though actually in reality, he's not that much older than I am.
Now I wonder if I could auction off this photo.
Maybe I should placed my precious 'BYJ-hugging-me photo' next to it and framed them both up.
What do you all think? ^^
*Postnote: will the person who has my set of Return of the Condor Heroes kindly return it to me? I'd like to watch my Yang Guo again...
Hands and legs up those of you who remembered the hit drama, "Return of the Condor Heros".
I'm not talking about the Louis Khoo version. I'm talking about the definite version by a very young Andy Lau and Idy Chan.
I remembered.
It was like the WLS of today. It had everyone glued to the screen, from my grandmother to my aunties. The songs were hits and we would be playing them day in and day out. In fact we were so hooked that we were watching the last few episodes within one day. We watched the the second last episode till about 2am in the morning and then thought we'd better be sensible and go to bed. We were up a few hours later at 5am to catch the last episode. We couldn't stand the suspense.... including my grandmother. hahaha!
In those days, there was no dvd. We rented tapes from the video shops. These tapes arrive like about a week after the episode is aired on the HK TV. One episode per tape. So if it's 20 episodes, you have 20 tapes. If it's a very popular drama, you have to queue. So sometimes, you watch a drama till ep 15 and then may not get to watch the rest of it till 3 weeks later. I think it's still being done now. Only it's dvd instead of tapes.
Anyway, back to Return of the Condor Heros.
Andy Lau was young then. He still had some puppy fat and had already starred in a few dramas but he wasn't well known. This drama made him a star.
Though he didn't have as much effect on me then as BYJ did now, he did leave a very deep impression on me. He was Yang Guo and together with Idy Chan as the Little Dragon Girl, they were a perfect on screen couple.
Anyway, both he and Idy Chan created quite a storm in the little red dot, Singapore. And thus shortly after the drama ended in HK, both of them came to Singapore to cash in on the popularity.
If I remembered correctly, I think they performed at World Trade Centre and I think I went with SW. I can't really remember. Actually, I couldn't really recall much of the performance either. I did remember our seats weren't too bad, I could actually see them fairly up close. But I'm not sure if I had paid for those expensive tickets. You see, back then, as very poor, struggling students, we would buy the cheapest tickets and then when the lights dimmed and the show was about to start, we would all rushed forward and filled the good seats in the front rows. haha! There was much less control then.
Anyway, don't think the show was very memorable. He hadn't started on his singing career then but I think it was ok. Looking at the photos now, I think some of the dance moves/ poses were quite silly. hehe!
Of course back then, we didn't think so lah and enjoyed every minute of it.
Anyway, after the show, my friend suggested that we should go to the back door and wait for him. Initially, I hesitated. I wasn't used to doing such things. But I couldn't resist the temptation and the urgings of my friend. And so we waited outside the back door, together with some fans. Not many. Not like today, where he would probably have a few hundreds of fans waiting. Then, there were maybe about 20 to 30?
And just as I thought this was madness and we should leave. He came out. And this was what happened next:
He was really very young then. So was I.
Though actually in reality, he's not that much older than I am.
Now I wonder if I could auction off this photo.
Maybe I should placed my precious 'BYJ-hugging-me photo' next to it and framed them both up.
What do you all think? ^^
*Postnote: will the person who has my set of Return of the Condor Heroes kindly return it to me? I'd like to watch my Yang Guo again...
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Look back with no regrets
Someone told me she didn't like this kind of 'moral' story. It's very hard to choose and there isn't any right or wrong.
True.
It's kind of depressing, sin't it?
But I wasn't out to make everyone sit down to think about right or wrong. I guess I just want everyone to just think. What actually really captured my interest was the ending......
Judge Deed lifted the injunction. I believe it is a decision that any 'sensible' person would make.
Cut to the scene in the hospital, in Peter's room with a group of nurses and his parents. Peter knows they want to prepare for his operation and that the injunction has been lifted. he tried to pull of all the tubes that are attached to his body. He is struggling and kept saying 'No, no!'
His parents is trying to calm him and his mother keeps telling him to look at her and that it will be alright. Seeing his son's violent reaction, at one point, his father said:'Are you sure we're doing the right thing?' His mother shouted back:'Of course we are!'
Peter died in surgery. he did not wake up from the coma.
I guess you could say he willed himself to die. He did not want to live on terms that are against his beliefs.
- Is what we think that is the best for another person really the best?
- Are you prepared to die for your beliefs?
- Does one person's effort count?
- Have we lived each day as if it's the last?
Will we look back with no regrets?
I think neither Peter nor his parents regret their choices and decisions. I'm certain given the same choices and situation again, the same decisions will be made.
True.
It's kind of depressing, sin't it?
But I wasn't out to make everyone sit down to think about right or wrong. I guess I just want everyone to just think. What actually really captured my interest was the ending......
Judge Deed lifted the injunction. I believe it is a decision that any 'sensible' person would make.
Cut to the scene in the hospital, in Peter's room with a group of nurses and his parents. Peter knows they want to prepare for his operation and that the injunction has been lifted. he tried to pull of all the tubes that are attached to his body. He is struggling and kept saying 'No, no!'
His parents is trying to calm him and his mother keeps telling him to look at her and that it will be alright. Seeing his son's violent reaction, at one point, his father said:'Are you sure we're doing the right thing?' His mother shouted back:'Of course we are!'
Peter died in surgery. he did not wake up from the coma.
I guess you could say he willed himself to die. He did not want to live on terms that are against his beliefs.
- Is what we think that is the best for another person really the best?
- Are you prepared to die for your beliefs?
- Does one person's effort count?
- Have we lived each day as if it's the last?
Will we look back with no regrets?
I think neither Peter nor his parents regret their choices and decisions. I'm certain given the same choices and situation again, the same decisions will be made.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Someone has to take responsibility
I've often found British detective/ crime dramas much more interesting than American ones. Many will say that they are rather slow. Well, I guess it's not in the English character to go:'Bang, slam, hit, whizz' as they tend to prefer understated emphasis. Slow they may be but they are definitely not boring.
Husband and I have recently became very interested in this particular drama- Judge John Deed, starring Martin Shaw. According to husband, Martin was rather popular in the 70's as he's quite a charmer. I can believe my husband. Martin Shaw has a certain charisma like Sean Connery and BYJ, despite the slightly protruding tummy and grey hair.
There are various stories in each episode but they are all connected or carries the same the same message. And the cases are always thought provoking.
But what's even more interesting is Judge John Deed himself.
He's a senior judge.
He's also a controversial judge, often pushing the limits of the law in his sentencing.
He's also something of a playboy and sometimes I wonder how he managed to rise to that position but I guess as long what he does privately do not affect his judgement, we shouldn't be judging him for hsi private life.
And so every Sunday, 9pm, would find us parked infront of the TV, with pizza and beer on hand. ^^ Last Sunday's story was really quite interesting, perhaps even more so for my vegetarian husbandmfqe
Peter 8I forgot the character's name) is a 15 years and 11 months old boy suffering from a heart disease. He has a rare chance to receive a heart transplant. But Peter is also a vegetarian since he was 2 1/2 years old.
If he receives the heart, he will be on medication for the rest of his life. Medication that has been tested on animals, where they suffered and done in the name of advancing scienec. He feels that animals and man are equal and animals should not be made to suffer so as to save mankind. It is cruel to the animals because they were given no choice in this matter. Even if they were treated humanely during the process of reseach, they still suffered. It is mainly for this reason that he objects to the transplant. He ie a very clear minded, intelligent boy, who reads widely and is capable of making sound decisions.
His parents, especially his mother feels that this belief of his is but a romantism, a fad. As a mother, she cannot bear to watch him die. She loves him dearly and that it is her responsibility to save him. She feels she is doing the best for him as he is incapable of making a decision as a minor (even though he is just weeks away from being regarded as an adult legally).
Without the transplant, he would definitely die very soon in a matter of weeks.
With the transplant, there is still no guarantee he will live but there is a fighting chance.
Peter took out an injunction against the transplant and Judge Deed has to decide if
1) the injunction should be lifted because he is still a minor and the parents' and medical specialists directions should be followed.
or
2) let the injuntion remain so that the boy's wishes can be carried out. He is clearly certain of the consequence of his decision and the grief that it will cause his parents.
There is no right or wrong answer in this matter, only what one 'thinks' is the best for Peter.
If the translpant goes ahead, Peter will be kept alive for the rest of his life with the very things that is so against his core beliefs. He may even hate his parents for clearly forcing him into this situation. However, he may live to be able to do more good for the society.
I will post Judge Deed's decision and the outcome of that decision later. Give it some thought first.
There was this line that Peter mentioned to Judge Deed that was very simple but very hard to follow:
"Somone has to take some responsibility for the actions of the other."
Here's the link to the drama series: http://www.bbc.co.uk/drama/crime/judge/
Husband and I have recently became very interested in this particular drama- Judge John Deed, starring Martin Shaw. According to husband, Martin was rather popular in the 70's as he's quite a charmer. I can believe my husband. Martin Shaw has a certain charisma like Sean Connery and BYJ, despite the slightly protruding tummy and grey hair.
There are various stories in each episode but they are all connected or carries the same the same message. And the cases are always thought provoking.
But what's even more interesting is Judge John Deed himself.
He's a senior judge.
He's also a controversial judge, often pushing the limits of the law in his sentencing.
He's also something of a playboy and sometimes I wonder how he managed to rise to that position but I guess as long what he does privately do not affect his judgement, we shouldn't be judging him for hsi private life.
And so every Sunday, 9pm, would find us parked infront of the TV, with pizza and beer on hand. ^^ Last Sunday's story was really quite interesting, perhaps even more so for my vegetarian husbandmfqe
Peter 8I forgot the character's name) is a 15 years and 11 months old boy suffering from a heart disease. He has a rare chance to receive a heart transplant. But Peter is also a vegetarian since he was 2 1/2 years old.
If he receives the heart, he will be on medication for the rest of his life. Medication that has been tested on animals, where they suffered and done in the name of advancing scienec. He feels that animals and man are equal and animals should not be made to suffer so as to save mankind. It is cruel to the animals because they were given no choice in this matter. Even if they were treated humanely during the process of reseach, they still suffered. It is mainly for this reason that he objects to the transplant. He ie a very clear minded, intelligent boy, who reads widely and is capable of making sound decisions.
His parents, especially his mother feels that this belief of his is but a romantism, a fad. As a mother, she cannot bear to watch him die. She loves him dearly and that it is her responsibility to save him. She feels she is doing the best for him as he is incapable of making a decision as a minor (even though he is just weeks away from being regarded as an adult legally).
Without the transplant, he would definitely die very soon in a matter of weeks.
With the transplant, there is still no guarantee he will live but there is a fighting chance.
Peter took out an injunction against the transplant and Judge Deed has to decide if
1) the injunction should be lifted because he is still a minor and the parents' and medical specialists directions should be followed.
or
2) let the injuntion remain so that the boy's wishes can be carried out. He is clearly certain of the consequence of his decision and the grief that it will cause his parents.
There is no right or wrong answer in this matter, only what one 'thinks' is the best for Peter.
If the translpant goes ahead, Peter will be kept alive for the rest of his life with the very things that is so against his core beliefs. He may even hate his parents for clearly forcing him into this situation. However, he may live to be able to do more good for the society.
I will post Judge Deed's decision and the outcome of that decision later. Give it some thought first.
There was this line that Peter mentioned to Judge Deed that was very simple but very hard to follow:
"Somone has to take some responsibility for the actions of the other."
Here's the link to the drama series: http://www.bbc.co.uk/drama/crime/judge/
Thursday, May 11, 2006
*Only love can break a heart, but a shoe sale can come close*
*Only love can break a heart, but a shoe sale can come close*
This is the title of a comic by Cathy Guisewite, who writes a series of comics on this 30+ single woman. Quite funny, some of them and rather reflective at times too.
Shoes and bags are 2 weakness of women when it comes to shopping. Imelda Marco had thousands. I know of friends who bought different colours of the same style of shoes(strangely, never bags though). Husband fails to understand the need for the different types of black shoes- the formal, the informal, the semi-formal, the casual, the hip...
What has this got to do with my chick trip? Well bb was asking for more photos. I'm afraid there aren't many. Don't think many people would want to see the different shoes in the different shoe shops.
Oh wait, I did take a photo of this very interesting bar @ Starhill. Lots of coloured lights and glass. Will check it out the next time I'm there again.
Day 2
Our military strategy- to have a full breakfast and skip lunch. Shall not bore everyone writing about the food. Surface to say we were well armed. ^^
We took a taxi to this mega shopping mall- One Utama, which was about 30 minutes away from KL city centre.
I can only say that it's big. You can spend a whole day there. We went from shop to shop (quite a few shoe shops)and didn't even cover half of the mall. Unfortunately or fortunately (depending on which way you look at it), the shoe shops held no interest for me. I can't buy shoes off the rack and can only customised them. My friends would know why. hehe!
We only stopped for a break when SK needed her coffee fix and SC craved for her ice cream. Well, we were on an indulgent trip.
Just how much did we shop? Ok, now this is an extreme example:
Espirit was having a sale for some of their items- up to 70% off.
We bought enough to qualify for the VIP card (min of RM$300). The VIP package has several vouchers- one of them is a 30% discount voucher.
We used the voucher and qualify for another VIP card.
We used the 2nd voucher too.
Hubby, if you’re reading this, mine was only a small part of the whole purchases. Really! I not bluffing you!
I think the salesgirls were quite glad to see us leave after a couple of hours in the shop.
Now, I had yet to buy anything back for my family. I know, I know, shame on me, right? So I decided to head down to Parkson (a big supermarket) after dinner to get some tidbits. It was the same for the other 3 girls.
So we walked towards Parkson. Determind to at least buy some stuff back, to sort of justify our trip.
We never made it there. Sigh.
Sales items should never be allowed to be displayed in the middle of the atrium to tempt innocent people like us. It’s a crime.
What did I say about shoes?
SK bought a pair of very nice shoes at 90% off.
She's not sure if she will wear it but we all agreed it was a good bargain. Need I say more?
After all the eating and shopping, there was only one thing left to do. That night, we had a good chat till 3 in the morning.
Our school life back then, skipping classes to watch movies, the many teachers we had, the various classmates and what became of them. Who went out with whom. Who dumped whom. Who married whom.
We laughed over our crushes and ex-boyfriends.
Some funny, some not so funny, some lasted for a long time, some were short-lived. Some were beautiful and some were heart breaking.
We talked about the crush I had a crush for this guy for the longest time ever and the dramatic break-up of SK. Our marriages now. What might have been. What could have been. What will be.
It was good to catch up.
Day 3
Our coach was leaving at 3pm in the afternoon so there was only time for a quick shopping spree in the morning for the dvds. Shhh……
We were tired on the way back so we didn’t talk much. In fact, l slept pretty much throughout the journey. Good way to catch up with my sleep. Hehehe!
And so there it is, my chick trip.
Nothing eventful. Nothing exceptional. I think the only thing we regretted was the fact that we didn’t managed to go for our spa treatment. Next time I guess.
My 3 beautiful good friends.
有缘千里来相会 - One will meet across the miles if it's destined to
无缘对面不相识 - One will never meet across the street if not destined to
Life at 17.
Life at 40.
Here’s to life at 60. : )
This is the title of a comic by Cathy Guisewite, who writes a series of comics on this 30+ single woman. Quite funny, some of them and rather reflective at times too.
Shoes and bags are 2 weakness of women when it comes to shopping. Imelda Marco had thousands. I know of friends who bought different colours of the same style of shoes(strangely, never bags though). Husband fails to understand the need for the different types of black shoes- the formal, the informal, the semi-formal, the casual, the hip...
What has this got to do with my chick trip? Well bb was asking for more photos. I'm afraid there aren't many. Don't think many people would want to see the different shoes in the different shoe shops.
Oh wait, I did take a photo of this very interesting bar @ Starhill. Lots of coloured lights and glass. Will check it out the next time I'm there again.
Day 2
Our military strategy- to have a full breakfast and skip lunch. Shall not bore everyone writing about the food. Surface to say we were well armed. ^^
We took a taxi to this mega shopping mall- One Utama, which was about 30 minutes away from KL city centre.
I can only say that it's big. You can spend a whole day there. We went from shop to shop (quite a few shoe shops)and didn't even cover half of the mall. Unfortunately or fortunately (depending on which way you look at it), the shoe shops held no interest for me. I can't buy shoes off the rack and can only customised them. My friends would know why. hehe!
We only stopped for a break when SK needed her coffee fix and SC craved for her ice cream. Well, we were on an indulgent trip.
Just how much did we shop? Ok, now this is an extreme example:
Espirit was having a sale for some of their items- up to 70% off.
We bought enough to qualify for the VIP card (min of RM$300). The VIP package has several vouchers- one of them is a 30% discount voucher.
We used the voucher and qualify for another VIP card.
We used the 2nd voucher too.
Hubby, if you’re reading this, mine was only a small part of the whole purchases. Really! I not bluffing you!
I think the salesgirls were quite glad to see us leave after a couple of hours in the shop.
Now, I had yet to buy anything back for my family. I know, I know, shame on me, right? So I decided to head down to Parkson (a big supermarket) after dinner to get some tidbits. It was the same for the other 3 girls.
So we walked towards Parkson. Determind to at least buy some stuff back, to sort of justify our trip.
We never made it there. Sigh.
Sales items should never be allowed to be displayed in the middle of the atrium to tempt innocent people like us. It’s a crime.
What did I say about shoes?
SK bought a pair of very nice shoes at 90% off.
She's not sure if she will wear it but we all agreed it was a good bargain. Need I say more?
After all the eating and shopping, there was only one thing left to do. That night, we had a good chat till 3 in the morning.
Our school life back then, skipping classes to watch movies, the many teachers we had, the various classmates and what became of them. Who went out with whom. Who dumped whom. Who married whom.
We laughed over our crushes and ex-boyfriends.
Some funny, some not so funny, some lasted for a long time, some were short-lived. Some were beautiful and some were heart breaking.
We talked about the crush I had a crush for this guy for the longest time ever and the dramatic break-up of SK. Our marriages now. What might have been. What could have been. What will be.
It was good to catch up.
Day 3
Our coach was leaving at 3pm in the afternoon so there was only time for a quick shopping spree in the morning for the dvds. Shhh……
We were tired on the way back so we didn’t talk much. In fact, l slept pretty much throughout the journey. Good way to catch up with my sleep. Hehehe!
And so there it is, my chick trip.
Nothing eventful. Nothing exceptional. I think the only thing we regretted was the fact that we didn’t managed to go for our spa treatment. Next time I guess.
My 3 beautiful good friends.
有缘千里来相会 - One will meet across the miles if it's destined to
无缘对面不相识 - One will never meet across the street if not destined to
Life at 17.
Life at 40.
Here’s to life at 60. : )
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