Recently I did a random search on youtube for Korean pop songs and I came across JYJ and then TVXQ. I was like wtf?! So gu niang.
But after listening to one of their songs
<どうして君を好きになってしまったんだろう> & <Ayy Girl>, I found myself helplessly having a pop idol crush on Hero of the ex-TVXQ (he's now in JYJ). But he's so gu niang.
What the...
Maybe cos he's an Aquarian.
I'm going to be 30 soon.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Marathon aftermath
Bleeding knee. Screaming calve muscles.
Had my lunch, almost dozing off with a piece of chicken dangling from my mouth.
M.U.S.T S.L.E.E.P N.O.W
Had my lunch, almost dozing off with a piece of chicken dangling from my mouth.
M.U.S.T S.L.E.E.P N.O.W
Standard Chartered Marathon 2010
Oh. My first marathon was nerve wrecking.
We didn't have breakfast cos' we were running late.
My stomach was churning due to the hunger and excitement.
I was so afraid that I would faint at the 6km mark or be the last to crawl over the finishing line.
Even though it was only 10km.
After dropping off at the baggage area in a muddy field, me and my sis proceeded to the starting point, thinking that we could grab some bananas to eat before we run. But the volunteer bluffed us.
There were no bananas at the start point.
So we fused into the crowd and waited to start. We thought that the grace time given was 30 mins after the official start time.
When we started running, it was already abt 850am. Official start time was 7.45am.
It started off very crowded and pace was slow - my advantage!
Somewhere at the 2km mark, I fell down while looking for my sis, who was stuck behind some strolling 'runners'.
I quickly picked myself up and just continued running (or rather, jogging).
At 3km mark, I skipped the 1st drink station. Not thirsty yet.
At 5km mark, I was at the entrance of Marina South (under the bridge) and dehydrating.
The sun was crazily hot.
At 6km mark, I pushed my way to grab my first drink in the run.
At 7km mark, at the ECP, the hottest and sunniest place, I met up with my sis. We saw a superman breezed past us in his very tight and shiny superman body suit.
Oh my God.
At 7.5km, my sis took off and left me struggling in the hot sun.
At 7.6km, I started walking. No joke, the heat was killing me. I felt cooked.
At 8km, I started having hallucinations of a drink station when I saw a white tent gleaming in the sun's ray, beckoning to me. I was at the F1 pit.
I gathered my reserved sugar energy and ran towards the tent. BUT...
No drinks. Only volunteers clearing up rubbish.
I wanted to scream.
So I slowed down to walking pace again. But I cannot walk too slow, cos' of the scorching sun and heat.
Finally, at 9km mark, I saw a 100plus station.
I cut into the Q and grabbed an empty 100plus paper cup and shoved it at the volunteer refilling drinks.
He took one jug of 100plus.
My eyes widened with sheer happiness.
He tilted the jug towards my papercup while shouting at the rest of the runners,"...for 100plus pls move to the opposite station. There's no more 100plus here."
Then, without hesitation, he poured the whole jug of 100plus into my teeny weeny paper cup.
Only 50ml went into my paper cup. The rest wasted on my burnt skin.
I. w.a.n.t.e.d. t.o. c.r.y.
With that precious 50ml of 100plus in my hand and 1km more to go, I slowly sipped a bit of the 100plus through 500m.
At the last 200m, there was shade. And cameramen. I quickly picked up from a strolling pace into a run and overtook a few people. I wanted to make sure the cameramen took good pictures of me running and not walking.
Heh. Must fake abit.
Yeah.
10km completed.
Next would be Sundown 2011.
We didn't have breakfast cos' we were running late.
My stomach was churning due to the hunger and excitement.
I was so afraid that I would faint at the 6km mark or be the last to crawl over the finishing line.
Even though it was only 10km.
After dropping off at the baggage area in a muddy field, me and my sis proceeded to the starting point, thinking that we could grab some bananas to eat before we run. But the volunteer bluffed us.
There were no bananas at the start point.
So we fused into the crowd and waited to start. We thought that the grace time given was 30 mins after the official start time.
When we started running, it was already abt 850am. Official start time was 7.45am.
It started off very crowded and pace was slow - my advantage!
Somewhere at the 2km mark, I fell down while looking for my sis, who was stuck behind some strolling 'runners'.
I quickly picked myself up and just continued running (or rather, jogging).
At 3km mark, I skipped the 1st drink station. Not thirsty yet.
At 5km mark, I was at the entrance of Marina South (under the bridge) and dehydrating.
The sun was crazily hot.
At 6km mark, I pushed my way to grab my first drink in the run.
At 7km mark, at the ECP, the hottest and sunniest place, I met up with my sis. We saw a superman breezed past us in his very tight and shiny superman body suit.
Oh my God.
At 7.5km, my sis took off and left me struggling in the hot sun.
At 7.6km, I started walking. No joke, the heat was killing me. I felt cooked.
At 8km, I started having hallucinations of a drink station when I saw a white tent gleaming in the sun's ray, beckoning to me. I was at the F1 pit.
I gathered my reserved sugar energy and ran towards the tent. BUT...
No drinks. Only volunteers clearing up rubbish.
I wanted to scream.
So I slowed down to walking pace again. But I cannot walk too slow, cos' of the scorching sun and heat.
Finally, at 9km mark, I saw a 100plus station.
I cut into the Q and grabbed an empty 100plus paper cup and shoved it at the volunteer refilling drinks.
He took one jug of 100plus.
My eyes widened with sheer happiness.
He tilted the jug towards my papercup while shouting at the rest of the runners,"...for 100plus pls move to the opposite station. There's no more 100plus here."
Then, without hesitation, he poured the whole jug of 100plus into my teeny weeny paper cup.
Only 50ml went into my paper cup. The rest wasted on my burnt skin.
I. w.a.n.t.e.d. t.o. c.r.y.
With that precious 50ml of 100plus in my hand and 1km more to go, I slowly sipped a bit of the 100plus through 500m.
At the last 200m, there was shade. And cameramen. I quickly picked up from a strolling pace into a run and overtook a few people. I wanted to make sure the cameramen took good pictures of me running and not walking.
Heh. Must fake abit.
Yeah.
10km completed.
Next would be Sundown 2011.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Skypark not fantastic... but the pool is!
Woah, MBS is so 'atas', that I totally felt out of place.
So, I dressed up nice and tried to look a little bit more classy.
LOL.
It worked.
The room was fantastic! (At least it is to a very average person like me.)
There is a dining table!
I did not get to capture the pool or the view at night cos' we brought mom to a very nice dinner at Hai Tien Lo. By the time we were back, it was past 11pm (and Skypark was closed). So all my photos were about the Skypark in the day, which was aw...ful.
I heard the view at night is stunning... for the first 15 mins.
Not a big space for you to move around at the viewing area anyway.
Personally, I felt HK's The Peak and Hokkaido's Mt Hakodate were more beautiful.
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| taken from www.thepeak.com.hk |
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| taken with Canon digital camera by yours truly |
Mom loved the place. The food was delicious. Service was good.
When me and my sis did not want to have the Buddha jumps over the wall in the set dinner menu, we asked the waitress to suggest some other kinds of soup.
The waitress did a good job by introducing a simple chicken and white fungus herbal soup to me, and spicy and sour sze chuan soup to my sis. She even asked me if a not-so-thick soup was ok for me.
When the soups came, I was pleasantly surprised. The chicken and white fungus herbal soup tasted like home cooked (with motherly love!) soup with a tinge of fragrant bitterness (I suspect some kind of chinese wine added).
The white fungus was the best.
It was crunchy and bite size and piping hot. The spicy and sour soup that my sis had was a thick soup base. I had a sip but I didn't really find it any more interesting. Maybe cos' the chicken soup blew me away.
A pity, some of our friends played us out. In the end, my sis worked with her laptop, alone in the room (with mom snoring away) and I ended up drinking at the lobby lounge with some (boring) friends because the skypark is only open until 11pm.
And Ku De Ta charges $68++ per head for entry + a drink.
Insane.
Saw some fans waiting for what 2AM or 2PM korean boy artiste groups at the lobby of MBS hotel. The fans sat at the lobby until the next morning. All of them teenagers.
Oh. And the lounge with live band is really just for drinking. No food menu. No food allowed.
So, we had to move to the other side of the lobby area to have atas munchies.
But I must admit, the munchies were worth the $$$$$.
The cheese sticks were fantastic!
Breakfast was good - a pity it is not included in the room stay.
At 38++ per head, the variety was commendable and quality was more than above average.
But service needs to be improved.
The service staff had inconsistent attitudes. Some were very friendly and polite. Some gave a face like they were millionaires forced to work as waiters/waitresses cos' their fortune fell overnight.
One of them did not know what "Can I pay by Diners?'" meant. She was not a local.
"Sorry, I am not sure what you are saying."
"I mean, can I pay using my Diners' credit card?"
"Sorry, m'am. I am not sure what is it."
Hell. If you are not sure, pls get your supervisor or ask your colleagues, ya?
"Never mind."
So my sis paid by Visa. There goes my points.
Friday, December 3, 2010
MBS tonight!
Yeah!
My father has a free room at MBS from his business partner! Can you believe it?!
I am looking forward to the room.
But with mom around, we have to find ways and means to let them both DON'T MEET each other.
It's gonne be another hide and seek again.
Sigh.
Anyway, Skypark's going to be freeeeeeeee for us (hopefully! I suppose the room comes with free tix?)
Oh! And the inifinity pool!
Gasp.
Who cares abt flabby tums anymore?
LOL.
And I definitely will not dine at MBS fine dining restaurants. Who the hell spends $500 per head on food? That's vulgar.
I can treat 15 children to very good buffet with that amt.
I can bring my dog for several sessions of massage.
I can fly to HK with that!
Or else, I can donate it to Sea Shephard. I hate whaling.
After all, digested food comes out looking the same. Imagine: $500 turned into faeces.
Will post pics! (not of the shit)
My father has a free room at MBS from his business partner! Can you believe it?!
I am looking forward to the room.
But with mom around, we have to find ways and means to let them both DON'T MEET each other.
It's gonne be another hide and seek again.
Sigh.
Anyway, Skypark's going to be freeeeeeeee for us (hopefully! I suppose the room comes with free tix?)
Oh! And the inifinity pool!
Gasp.
Who cares abt flabby tums anymore?
LOL.
And I definitely will not dine at MBS fine dining restaurants. Who the hell spends $500 per head on food? That's vulgar.
I can treat 15 children to very good buffet with that amt.
I can bring my dog for several sessions of massage.
I can fly to HK with that!
Or else, I can donate it to Sea Shephard. I hate whaling.
After all, digested food comes out looking the same. Imagine: $500 turned into faeces.
Will post pics! (not of the shit)
Sunday, November 28, 2010
ROM venue selection - tired
His parents agree to no wedding dinner happily. I strongly suspect it is because they are worried that we may spend their money.
Well, this is fine with us. This is what we've always wanted, but we'll still hold a simple reception to officially announce our marriage to our relatives and close friends. I won't settle for anything less.
One day, he mistakenly mentioned to his parents that he wanted a wedding dinner (which he quickly corrected with the words 'dinner reception').
His mother jumped (literally, her torso jerked upwards) and asked, "What dinner? How come?" Her face displayed unhappiness.
WTF. She thought that we'll just walk into Registry of Marriages, solemnize and then go home and make babies?
Fat hope.
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The search for a good ROM venue IS extremely tiring. A couple of visits, rounds of analyzing, and one-sided inputs (from yours truly), left me mentally drained.
I striked off all my previous choices.
Here they are.
Singapore Brides
Flowerpod
Style Weddings
Tivole
This time, I chose The White Rabbit, Chijmes, Rochester Park and Flutes by the Fort.
The White Rabbit
Former chapel, now it is a secluded elegant european restaurant/bar near Dempsey.
The management kept most of the chapel decor, so when we visited the place, we fell in love with it immediately. Tall ceiling, glass doors, frosted windows, the air-con is good, the lighting is good, and lots of walking space. They also have a bar and a sound system available.
BUT, the service is a less than attentive. While we were there (alright, maybe I wasn't dressed posh), the waitresses did not seem to be alert enough. We had to walk to them to pat them on their shoulders to get them to come to our table for the bill. They did not notice our vigorous waving.
7 days ago, I sent them an email enquiring abt their packages. No reply yet.
Chijmes
Chijmes Hall was a chapel in a former school, now a hall to hold events. I contacted the management and was told that they are changing hands in Jan 2011. For this venue, I've to choose from a list of approved caterers from Chijmes. I went online and found some not so positive feedback abt the food. The venue rental is expensive.
This place is out.
Rochester Park - 1 Rochester, Min Jiang, Da Paolo, Graze
There are several restaurants to choose from at the Rochester Park, somewhat like Dempsey.
Min Jiang is likely out. The chefs roast ducks in the view of guests. My vege relatives will pass out.
1 Rochester has held several weddings before. But they have not replied to my email after 7 days. In one satellite map, I saw that there are construction works going on somewhere near them. Not sure until I go there for a casual visit.
Da Paolo seems good. I love Italian food. We have to check out this place.
Graze offers 4 course meal. The website is informative as they put up the wedding packages on it. Nice place. We will check it out.
Flutes by the Fort
I love this place! The food is good. The service is good. The house is beautiful! It has an old colonial atmosphere. Adore!
But my fiance complained abt the heat, even though we were seated indoor with air con.
He admitted later that he feels uncomfortable in fine dining restaurants.
He said no.
Fcuk. :(
On with the search... on my own again.
Well, this is fine with us. This is what we've always wanted, but we'll still hold a simple reception to officially announce our marriage to our relatives and close friends. I won't settle for anything less.
One day, he mistakenly mentioned to his parents that he wanted a wedding dinner (which he quickly corrected with the words 'dinner reception').
His mother jumped (literally, her torso jerked upwards) and asked, "What dinner? How come?" Her face displayed unhappiness.
WTF. She thought that we'll just walk into Registry of Marriages, solemnize and then go home and make babies?
Fat hope.
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The search for a good ROM venue IS extremely tiring. A couple of visits, rounds of analyzing, and one-sided inputs (from yours truly), left me mentally drained.
I striked off all my previous choices.
- One Degree 15 is a hidden gem - really hidden. My biker friends will find it extremely inconvenient as Sentosa is off limits to motorbikes. I'm a biker myself! We initially wanted a buffet style reception but I suspect that will attract criticism and a huge loss. You know, Singaporean chinese. Typical.
One Degree 15 provides sit down Chinese dinner too, but I read somewhere that the food is not delicious. The glass building is pretty attractive, though. - Siloso Beach Resort is another hotel on Sentosa. One of the reason is its location (see above remarks). It seems to have mainly outdoor venues, which is a NO in our humid weather. Although, I must admit, its outdoor rooftop venue is a difficult choice to give up. Oh! Did I mention that I love its pool?
- National Museum of Singapore has a small & cosy bar/restaurant. Once, we witnessed preparations for a wedding going on there. But the dining place is enclosed, no windows, only 4 walls. Furthermore, the museum has a sleep-inducing effect on my fiance.
- The One TwentySix choice did not receive a positive reaction from my sis (maybe cos' it is in East Coast). I think that its indoor area is too small to accomodate guests who hates the warm and humid weather.
Here they are.
Singapore Brides
Flowerpod
Style Weddings
Tivole
This time, I chose The White Rabbit, Chijmes, Rochester Park and Flutes by the Fort.
The White Rabbit
Former chapel, now it is a secluded elegant european restaurant/bar near Dempsey.
The management kept most of the chapel decor, so when we visited the place, we fell in love with it immediately. Tall ceiling, glass doors, frosted windows, the air-con is good, the lighting is good, and lots of walking space. They also have a bar and a sound system available.
BUT, the service is a less than attentive. While we were there (alright, maybe I wasn't dressed posh), the waitresses did not seem to be alert enough. We had to walk to them to pat them on their shoulders to get them to come to our table for the bill. They did not notice our vigorous waving.
7 days ago, I sent them an email enquiring abt their packages. No reply yet.
Chijmes
Chijmes Hall was a chapel in a former school, now a hall to hold events. I contacted the management and was told that they are changing hands in Jan 2011. For this venue, I've to choose from a list of approved caterers from Chijmes. I went online and found some not so positive feedback abt the food. The venue rental is expensive.
This place is out.
Rochester Park - 1 Rochester, Min Jiang, Da Paolo, Graze
There are several restaurants to choose from at the Rochester Park, somewhat like Dempsey.
Min Jiang is likely out. The chefs roast ducks in the view of guests. My vege relatives will pass out.
1 Rochester has held several weddings before. But they have not replied to my email after 7 days. In one satellite map, I saw that there are construction works going on somewhere near them. Not sure until I go there for a casual visit.
Da Paolo seems good. I love Italian food. We have to check out this place.
Graze offers 4 course meal. The website is informative as they put up the wedding packages on it. Nice place. We will check it out.
Flutes by the Fort
I love this place! The food is good. The service is good. The house is beautiful! It has an old colonial atmosphere. Adore!
But my fiance complained abt the heat, even though we were seated indoor with air con.
He admitted later that he feels uncomfortable in fine dining restaurants.
He said no.
On with the search... on my own again.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
ROM venue selection - in progress
It is extremely tiring to select a near perfect venue for a memorable wedding solemnisation.
My criteria for the venue...
But our parents are typical Singaporean Chinese, so a wedding dinner is almost unavoidable, for 'face' (面子). What a headache.
The most bothering thing is, I cannot decide whether I should invite my dad to my wedding. Afterall, he already has his own family. It will be so troublesome if he brings them to my wedding. My mom will likely break down.
But... he is my dad. After all, I have used his money for my education, insurance and some splurging.
Sigh.
Well.
I haven't selected a suitable venue yet. I do have some choices in mind.
Most of my local Christian friends tell me that. Usually, pastors won't do it for a non Christian union.
I cannot decide whether I should hold my solemnisation on the same day with my wedding dinner or should I have them held on separate days? And the Chinese customary ceremony...?
Sigh.
Oh, why do I seem more concerned than him? He was just casually looking around while I end up the person analysing each venue like scrutinizing a marketing proposal before submitting for my boss's approval.
Damn.
Sometimes I feel like I am marrying alone.
My criteria for the venue...
- bright
- preferably a glass house or large glass windows
- can accomodate at least 30 pax
- indoor (I need aircon, or I will melt)
- offers good buffet selection or sit down lunch (preferably chinese, my future PIL do not like western food)
- must have halal and vegetarian choices
- has a water feature background... like waterfall, or a lake or the sea.
- church setting
- a dressing room
- budget : 3k
But our parents are typical Singaporean Chinese, so a wedding dinner is almost unavoidable, for 'face' (面子). What a headache.
The most bothering thing is, I cannot decide whether I should invite my dad to my wedding. Afterall, he already has his own family. It will be so troublesome if he brings them to my wedding. My mom will likely break down.
But... he is my dad. After all, I have used his money for my education, insurance and some splurging.
Sigh.
Well.
I haven't selected a suitable venue yet. I do have some choices in mind.
- One Degree 15 - yacht club in Sentosa
- One TwentySix - bar / restaurant in East Coast
- National Museum of Singapore
- Siloso Resort - where he proposed to me! :)
Most of my local Christian friends tell me that. Usually, pastors won't do it for a non Christian union.
I cannot decide whether I should hold my solemnisation on the same day with my wedding dinner or should I have them held on separate days? And the Chinese customary ceremony...?
Sigh.
Oh, why do I seem more concerned than him? He was just casually looking around while I end up the person analysing each venue like scrutinizing a marketing proposal before submitting for my boss's approval.
Damn.
Sometimes I feel like I am marrying alone.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Entrepreneur world
After watching Social Network, I am again inspired by how intelligent and daring some people are.
But I am again deterred by people around me who refuse to believe in giving things a try... to describe more appropriately, they are afraid of failing.
I don't know.
Seriously, I am sick of working for people and taking that miserly pay. No satisfaction.
I have so many ideas running wildly in my mind. It will be such a waste not to put them into good use.
Somehow, I feel that it will be very wrong if I do not even try a taste of it.
My cousin owns a chain of fashion shops and a blogshop. My fiance's friend gave up riding, went back to school at age 26 and started his men's fashion blogshop.
I feel like I am bursting with enthusiasm but no support from people around me, esp my fiance.
He keeps telling me that, we cannot afford to fail at our age now. He says it is different from when we were 18.
OF COURSE IT IS DIFFERENT.
At 18, we didn't have enough money. We were only out to have fun. We were immature. I didn't even pass my Dip in IT and all I knew was how to copy C++ projects from my classmates.
Now, we have a job, we have an income, we are more mature, we have an idea of what's going on.
I needed his support.
It sucks to be alone.
Sigh.
I wish I have a supportive fiance who is not 'wrongly' stingy with his money.
'Wrongly' stingy - spending money on depreciating automobile is OK. Spending money on starting a business is not OK. Spending money on unnecessary 5 star hotels in Japan is OK. Spending money on gold is not OK.
DUH.
But I am again deterred by people around me who refuse to believe in giving things a try... to describe more appropriately, they are afraid of failing.
I don't know.
Seriously, I am sick of working for people and taking that miserly pay. No satisfaction.
I have so many ideas running wildly in my mind. It will be such a waste not to put them into good use.
Somehow, I feel that it will be very wrong if I do not even try a taste of it.
My cousin owns a chain of fashion shops and a blogshop. My fiance's friend gave up riding, went back to school at age 26 and started his men's fashion blogshop.
I feel like I am bursting with enthusiasm but no support from people around me, esp my fiance.
He keeps telling me that, we cannot afford to fail at our age now. He says it is different from when we were 18.
OF COURSE IT IS DIFFERENT.
At 18, we didn't have enough money. We were only out to have fun. We were immature. I didn't even pass my Dip in IT and all I knew was how to copy C++ projects from my classmates.
Now, we have a job, we have an income, we are more mature, we have an idea of what's going on.
I needed his support.
It sucks to be alone.
Sigh.
I wish I have a supportive fiance who is not 'wrongly' stingy with his money.
'Wrongly' stingy - spending money on depreciating automobile is OK. Spending money on starting a business is not OK. Spending money on unnecessary 5 star hotels in Japan is OK. Spending money on gold is not OK.
DUH.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Love is in the air
Next year is going to be such a busy, inauspicious year for me!
Firstly, the Year of the Rabbit is my jinx year.
Secondly, I intend to dump my current job to look for greener (think US bills) pastures.
Then, in Feb I have to be 姐妹 for a good friend.
In April/May, I have to be 姐妹 for another friend.
Mid year, I'm expecting another friend to get married.
In Autumn, I have to go TW for my pre wedding shoot.
After that, I have to start sourcing for good ROM venues, AD and stuff and stuff because we are hoping to tie the knot in 2012!
Yes, the Year of the Dragon - my auspicious year!
If all goes well, I am hoping to have a 'Dragon' baby in 2013, early Jan.
No Aquarius baby pleeeeease.
I had enough dealing with an Aquarian younger sis, an Aquarian fiance, an Aquarian buddy and an Aquarian boss.
They either boss around too much, have too high expectations or too adventurous. Most of them do not take good care of their stuff, lose things easily and is nonchalent abt many things. Most irritating of all, that sense of self righteousness.
But they can be hilarious friends at times.
Seriously, if I have an Aquarian baby, I will not be as calm as Mom.
Anyway, the Year of the Rabbit seems to be popular among my peers!
But then again, that's because they are a couple of years younger than me and I think they want to get hitched before 30 years old.
Well.
Firstly, the Year of the Rabbit is my jinx year.
Secondly, I intend to dump my current job to look for greener (think US bills) pastures.
Then, in Feb I have to be 姐妹 for a good friend.
In April/May, I have to be 姐妹 for another friend.
Mid year, I'm expecting another friend to get married.
In Autumn, I have to go TW for my pre wedding shoot.
After that, I have to start sourcing for good ROM venues, AD and stuff and stuff because we are hoping to tie the knot in 2012!
Yes, the Year of the Dragon - my auspicious year!
If all goes well, I am hoping to have a 'Dragon' baby in 2013, early Jan.
No Aquarius baby pleeeeease.
I had enough dealing with an Aquarian younger sis, an Aquarian fiance, an Aquarian buddy and an Aquarian boss.
They either boss around too much, have too high expectations or too adventurous. Most of them do not take good care of their stuff, lose things easily and is nonchalent abt many things. Most irritating of all, that sense of self righteousness.
But they can be hilarious friends at times.
Seriously, if I have an Aquarian baby, I will not be as calm as Mom.
Anyway, the Year of the Rabbit seems to be popular among my peers!
But then again, that's because they are a couple of years younger than me and I think they want to get hitched before 30 years old.
Well.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Bad mood is contagious
One of the insurance companies that I often liaise with has the worst attitude towards their customers.
Their phone etiquette is zero, manners zero, tolerance zero, tone of voice lousy, follow up skills bad and patience none.
First time, I am so pissed that I had to curse the caller 'to be banged by a car'.
Fiak.
So pissed.
So after a few calls back and forth, I ended the last call with the most irritated and impolite tone ever. And I made sure I hung up the phone faster and harder than she did.
Anyway, the pissed mood kinda stayed with me throughout the day. To make it worse, my crazy fiance wanted to go for bodycombat class for an hr, personal training session for an hr and then yoga for the next hr.
While waiting for him to finish his PT, I went jogging (actually half of it just walking) for 50 mins on the threadmill.
By the time yoga class started, I was freaking tired.
But anyway, criticism and looks of disapproval aside, my fiance was not very concerned abt my physical condition when I looked like I wanted to collapse. I had 2 small sandwiches for lunch today. And half a cup of plain yogurt w/ sunflower seeds for dinner. He had nasi lemak and chicken wings.
The final most irritating thing of the day was when he just had to find something to wipe the milk stain off his water bottle. He went to a closed stall at basement of the shopping mall, grabbed a used (and dirty!) cloth meant for wiping tables, and wiped his water bottle. Of course, I had to say something.
"Eeeeee! Why you use that cloth! It's damn dirty! There're germs."
He got offended and accused me of scolding him.
Well, I was (honestly) just commenting and very disgusted.
Just like how he always looked disgusted when he's at Little India.
But I'm not racist. I like Little India.
Anyway, we kinda quarrelled cos of this teeny weenie issue and back to the topic of the ring. He admitted that his friends mocked him for buying such a cheap ring.
I was still angry so I added to the fire.
"Ya. $9. Even Pri schooler can afford it."
"But that time, I didn't have enough $$."
"That's because you didn't plan. Well, you did spend abt few hundred on your church camp, didn't you? My ring was only $9."
He kept quiet.
Anyway, his stance is always to keep quiet.
Sometimes, I really feel like backing out of this marriage.
But today I am in a bad mood so I don't want to let this affect my judgement.
Tomorrow, I shall re-evaluate again.
Better day tomorrow, I hope.
Their phone etiquette is zero, manners zero, tolerance zero, tone of voice lousy, follow up skills bad and patience none.
First time, I am so pissed that I had to curse the caller 'to be banged by a car'.
Fiak.
So pissed.
So after a few calls back and forth, I ended the last call with the most irritated and impolite tone ever. And I made sure I hung up the phone faster and harder than she did.
Anyway, the pissed mood kinda stayed with me throughout the day. To make it worse, my crazy fiance wanted to go for bodycombat class for an hr, personal training session for an hr and then yoga for the next hr.
While waiting for him to finish his PT, I went jogging (actually half of it just walking) for 50 mins on the threadmill.
By the time yoga class started, I was freaking tired.
But anyway, criticism and looks of disapproval aside, my fiance was not very concerned abt my physical condition when I looked like I wanted to collapse. I had 2 small sandwiches for lunch today. And half a cup of plain yogurt w/ sunflower seeds for dinner. He had nasi lemak and chicken wings.
The final most irritating thing of the day was when he just had to find something to wipe the milk stain off his water bottle. He went to a closed stall at basement of the shopping mall, grabbed a used (and dirty!) cloth meant for wiping tables, and wiped his water bottle. Of course, I had to say something.
"Eeeeee! Why you use that cloth! It's damn dirty! There're germs."
He got offended and accused me of scolding him.
Well, I was (honestly) just commenting and very disgusted.
Just like how he always looked disgusted when he's at Little India.
But I'm not racist. I like Little India.
Anyway, we kinda quarrelled cos of this teeny weenie issue and back to the topic of the ring. He admitted that his friends mocked him for buying such a cheap ring.
I was still angry so I added to the fire.
"Ya. $9. Even Pri schooler can afford it."
"But that time, I didn't have enough $$."
"That's because you didn't plan. Well, you did spend abt few hundred on your church camp, didn't you? My ring was only $9."
He kept quiet.
Anyway, his stance is always to keep quiet.
Sometimes, I really feel like backing out of this marriage.
But today I am in a bad mood so I don't want to let this affect my judgement.
Tomorrow, I shall re-evaluate again.
Better day tomorrow, I hope.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
MRT courtesy
The MRT courtesy jingle has been going on for some time now. Makes me wonder if the foreign workers know what it is all abt.
But then, if the locals do not set a good example, how are the foreigners going to follow?
That day, a foreigner-looking indian was seated in the MRT. A lady boarded the train with her little kid. He stood up without hesitation and gave up the seat to the little kid.
I was right beside him. Shamefully, I was so engrossed with my mobile phone I did not even know someone else who needed the seat more was standing right in front.
*slaps myself*
Another time, a passenger in front of me stood up and alighted from the train, leaving an empty seat right in front of me. With a huge gym bag and shoes in my hands, I was kind of glad that I have such luck and started to inch towards the empty seat.
Suddenly, one lady in her 50s knocked into me from behind (where my tattoo wound was!) and grabbed the empty seat in front of me.
I was speechless (and in slight pain). I glared at her but quickly stopped since she is an elderly... she probably was tired and needed the seat more. Oh well.
next stop... xxx interchange...
A minute later, she stood up and quickly inched her way out.
OH MY GOD. She banged into me just to get that empty seat for ONE FUCKING STOP?!
*boils*
A recent most disgusting act I have encountered at my usual station was committed by a foreign worker (presumably since he spoke in mainland China accent and dressed like one... but who knows, he could be an uncouth professional!)
I was standing abt 2m away from him, waiting for the train to arrive.
Suddenly he went, "...kar puuuuiiii....! First time in my whole life I see a spit fly so far.
What's more, he did it quite effortlessly.
I felt my stomach churn. My immediate reaction was to escape.
I ran a 3m away from him.
He saw and looked surprised. Then he lowered his head in embarrassment.
I did not even board the same train as him.
But then, if the locals do not set a good example, how are the foreigners going to follow?
That day, a foreigner-looking indian was seated in the MRT. A lady boarded the train with her little kid. He stood up without hesitation and gave up the seat to the little kid.
I was right beside him. Shamefully, I was so engrossed with my mobile phone I did not even know someone else who needed the seat more was standing right in front.
*slaps myself*
Another time, a passenger in front of me stood up and alighted from the train, leaving an empty seat right in front of me. With a huge gym bag and shoes in my hands, I was kind of glad that I have such luck and started to inch towards the empty seat.
Suddenly, one lady in her 50s knocked into me from behind (where my tattoo wound was!) and grabbed the empty seat in front of me.
I was speechless (and in slight pain). I glared at her but quickly stopped since she is an elderly... she probably was tired and needed the seat more. Oh well.
next stop... xxx interchange...
A minute later, she stood up and quickly inched her way out.
OH MY GOD. She banged into me just to get that empty seat for ONE FUCKING STOP?!
*boils*
A recent most disgusting act I have encountered at my usual station was committed by a foreign worker (presumably since he spoke in mainland China accent and dressed like one... but who knows, he could be an uncouth professional!)
I was standing abt 2m away from him, waiting for the train to arrive.
Suddenly he went, "...kar puuuuiiii....! First time in my whole life I see a spit fly so far.
What's more, he did it quite effortlessly.
I felt my stomach churn. My immediate reaction was to escape.
I ran a 3m away from him.
He saw and looked surprised. Then he lowered his head in embarrassment.
I did not even board the same train as him.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Respect
Respect :: To feel or show deferential regard for; esteem. The state of being regarded with honor or esteem. To relate or refer to; concern. Willingness to show consideration or appreciation.
Today I read a chinese article on myPaper with much interest - it's about respect.
I like this writer.
Today I read a chinese article on myPaper with much interest - it's about respect.
It is about respecting each other's freedom to embrace their faith, respecting each other's religion and respecting each religion's teachings.
The author touched on a very common sensitive issue, I believe, faced by many Singaporeans - different religion/faith between the parents and their children.
Snapping a few snippets fr the article (in my own translation):
" ...when the parents are sick beyond cure, semi-conscious or unaware of what's happening around them, the children will change the parents' faith - this I hear from my friends and relatives... "
"...the lead role at the funeral is the deceased, so the funeral procedure should be according to the deceased's wishes."
"Respecting your parent's religion does not mean abandoning your own faith. Basically, at your parent's funeral, your identity is their child, and not a disciple."
I like this writer.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Tattoo removal - final phase
For those of you who intend to get a tattoo, think several times
before you do it.
If tattoo is painful, removal is unbearable and so is the social stigma.
I have been through abt 4 sessions of tattoo removal before but this is the most painful.
My tattoo was abt 4cm by 3cm and now it is left with only the green.
I have been avoiding the removal procedure for abt 1.5 yrs and I decided to continue this yr since I'm going for my pre wedding photoshoot next yr.
Dr A was the prettiest doctor I have ever met when I first started my consultation with her. She had the most flawless skin. Well, this is to be expected from a dermatologist.
But today when I saw her - she still has great skin - but she seems to have aged abit. I just cannot tell how.
She started the procedure quickly after greeting me and some briefing.
She began gently on the skin, with small pulses that was pretty much bearable.
After a minute, she began to increase the pulse strength and the pain was terrible.
The previous session I had 1.5 yrs ago was painful, too, but this was more.
My head started spinning. I couldn't control my limbs as the muscles flinched at every pulse shot into my skin. My palms were sweaty. I thought I was really going to pass out. But I bit my lips and tried to imagine myself in a wedding gown. Then, I held my breath and bit harder.
Dr A tried to calm me down by repeating that it's going to be done soon.
It was over in less than 5 minutes.
But it felt like eternity.
I came out of the room looking pale.
My fiance accompanied me while we waited to make payment.
We started chatting abt the proposal ring. Then I got emotional and started to cry because the proposal ring was too cheap.
Sigh. Me and my fuss.
I guess I hurt his feelings when I told him that. But still, he pacified me.
Whatever, I still like the ring very much.
before you do it.
If tattoo is painful, removal is unbearable and so is the social stigma.
I have been through abt 4 sessions of tattoo removal before but this is the most painful.
My tattoo was abt 4cm by 3cm and now it is left with only the green.
I have been avoiding the removal procedure for abt 1.5 yrs and I decided to continue this yr since I'm going for my pre wedding photoshoot next yr.
Dr A was the prettiest doctor I have ever met when I first started my consultation with her. She had the most flawless skin. Well, this is to be expected from a dermatologist.
But today when I saw her - she still has great skin - but she seems to have aged abit. I just cannot tell how.
She started the procedure quickly after greeting me and some briefing.
She began gently on the skin, with small pulses that was pretty much bearable.
After a minute, she began to increase the pulse strength and the pain was terrible.
The previous session I had 1.5 yrs ago was painful, too, but this was more.
My head started spinning. I couldn't control my limbs as the muscles flinched at every pulse shot into my skin. My palms were sweaty. I thought I was really going to pass out. But I bit my lips and tried to imagine myself in a wedding gown. Then, I held my breath and bit harder.
Dr A tried to calm me down by repeating that it's going to be done soon.
It was over in less than 5 minutes.
But it felt like eternity.
I came out of the room looking pale.
My fiance accompanied me while we waited to make payment.
We started chatting abt the proposal ring. Then I got emotional and started to cry because the proposal ring was too cheap.
Sigh. Me and my fuss.
I guess I hurt his feelings when I told him that. But still, he pacified me.
Whatever, I still like the ring very much.
Friday, October 15, 2010
What is the price of your Proposal Ring?
If not for the missing diamond, I would not have found out abt the price of my proposal ring. (And he actually paid for the ring with vouchers given by his co. as incentives...)
I went online to find out more abt other couples' proposal ring and realised that most of their rings cost ranging 2k~30k each. A friend of mine is getting married soon. Her proposal ring was a solitaire and bright and shining, at least 0.5ct, which I guess is abt 3k? Then I read abt the 4Cs of selecting a diamond ring and so on.
Wow.
Mine was only $699 - $690 paid with vouchers, $9 by nets.
I bet you must be pretty shocked huh. I was.
But,
I ruined his initial plan - $290
I cost him an apology - $60 + $100 (which I later reimbursed) + $270
The thought - priceless
The incentive vouchers for his effort put into a dangerous workzone - priceless
Heartbroken by my harsh words when ruining his initial plan - devastating
Therefore the tag on my ring is a devastating doubly priceless valuable amt.
I am going to be marrying him, not the ring.
After all, you'd want a hardworking milking cow, not just the bucket of milk, wouldn't you?
Oops. Just kidding! I'm paying with alot of 'milk' too!
I went online to find out more abt other couples' proposal ring and realised that most of their rings cost ranging 2k~30k each. A friend of mine is getting married soon. Her proposal ring was a solitaire and bright and shining, at least 0.5ct, which I guess is abt 3k? Then I read abt the 4Cs of selecting a diamond ring and so on.
Wow.
Mine was only $699 - $690 paid with vouchers, $9 by nets.
I bet you must be pretty shocked huh. I was.
But,
I ruined his initial plan - $290
I cost him an apology - $60 + $100 (which I later reimbursed) + $270
The thought - priceless
The incentive vouchers for his effort put into a dangerous workzone - priceless
Heartbroken by my harsh words when ruining his initial plan - devastating
Therefore the tag on my ring is a devastating doubly priceless valuable amt.
I am going to be marrying him, not the ring.
After all, you'd want a hardworking milking cow, not just the bucket of milk, wouldn't you?
Oops. Just kidding! I'm paying with alot of 'milk' too!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wrong impression
Working into the 4th week of my slimming plan, many people started to notice a smaller face.
However, the smaller face that I have now is not due to the vigorous exercising and dreaded dinner-skipping.
It is Botox.
Sadly, no one commented abt my figure, which probably means, I have not lost anything neck down. ('Cept for my boobs which no one can tell... yet)
The worst part of it all is the Botox has made my smile lopsided.
I cannot smile properly now. I look like I just got a stroke.
LOL.
Well, I still can laugh it off cos' at least the Botox effect is not a permanent thing and I look damn wierdo funny when I smile widely into the mirror now.
I seriously will not consider getting a subsequent one.
I rather have a fleshy face than a crooked smile.
I just pray and hope that my workouts work. Soon.
Sigh.
However, the smaller face that I have now is not due to the vigorous exercising and dreaded dinner-skipping.
It is Botox.
Sadly, no one commented abt my figure, which probably means, I have not lost anything neck down. ('Cept for my boobs which no one can tell... yet)
The worst part of it all is the Botox has made my smile lopsided.
I cannot smile properly now. I look like I just got a stroke.
LOL.
Well, I still can laugh it off cos' at least the Botox effect is not a permanent thing and I look damn wierdo funny when I smile widely into the mirror now.
I seriously will not consider getting a subsequent one.
I rather have a fleshy face than a crooked smile.
I just pray and hope that my workouts work. Soon.
Sigh.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
I. MUST. LOSE. WEIGHT
Most brides-to-be dream of being the prettiest bride of all(or at least, the prettiest in her whole damn life).
Ever since I started working, been hearing much abt marriages, husbands, in laws and more. One common statement stays edged somewhere in my mind.
I didn't take it too seriously until now.
"You won't have to worry abt keeping your figure. You will do it for your wedding day. You will."
I joined California Fitness 3 weeks ago. Every week, I go to the gym at least 4 times.
Each time, I run at least 15 minutes on the treadmill and join the cardio classes, like zumba and bodycombat.
Sometimes, I run abt 3.5km.
I never ran more than 2.4km during my heydays - when I was 45kg.
Now, I am 56kg, have 30% of body fats, not to mention flabby arms, saggy butts, radish legs and a michelin body.
I skipped dinner for the past one week (hmm... 'cept for the weekends cos' there was partying and proposal and... romance makes me fat.)
I have never been more serious than now. I took my 43kg~45kg figure for granted.
after
I was 18. I asked myself, "What are the chances that I will hit over 50kg? I have 5kg more to play with!"
Now, I quietly swallow every word I said.
I recall those post graduation gatherings. Each of them held abt several months apart. Each time my ex classmates look at me in awe.
I bet they were thinking how I have mutated every 6 mths.
Even new friends whom I met after graduation... they saw my growth.
If any of my ex bf can still recognise me on the streets, t h e y w i l l b e l a u g h i n g t h e i r e v e r y h e a d ( s ) o f f.
Dread.
Sometimes I feel embarrassed going out with my fiance and his friends, 'cos I'm the biggest (size) female among them. And oldest. Although, with the help of technology and make up, age is now a mystery. Botox helped abit abt my big, flat face, though it doesn't seem to last.
Sigh. Can't believe I used to wear Petite dresses. Now I am L.
I have only less than a year to go before my pre wedding shoot.
I must peservere.
Target weight by end 2010 = 50kg
Target dress size by end 2010 = S ~ M
Target waistline by end 2010 = 26ins
Ever since I started working, been hearing much abt marriages, husbands, in laws and more. One common statement stays edged somewhere in my mind.
I didn't take it too seriously until now.
"You won't have to worry abt keeping your figure. You will do it for your wedding day. You will."
I joined California Fitness 3 weeks ago. Every week, I go to the gym at least 4 times.
Each time, I run at least 15 minutes on the treadmill and join the cardio classes, like zumba and bodycombat.
Sometimes, I run abt 3.5km.
I never ran more than 2.4km during my heydays - when I was 45kg.
Now, I am 56kg, have 30% of body fats, not to mention flabby arms, saggy butts, radish legs and a michelin body.
I skipped dinner for the past one week (hmm... 'cept for the weekends cos' there was partying and proposal and... romance makes me fat.)
I have never been more serious than now. I took my 43kg~45kg figure for granted.
before
I was 18. I asked myself, "What are the chances that I will hit over 50kg? I have 5kg more to play with!"
Now, I quietly swallow every word I said.
I recall those post graduation gatherings. Each of them held abt several months apart. Each time my ex classmates look at me in awe.
I bet they were thinking how I have mutated every 6 mths.
Even new friends whom I met after graduation... they saw my growth.
If any of my ex bf can still recognise me on the streets, t h e y w i l l b e l a u g h i n g t h e i r e v e r y h e a d ( s ) o f f.
Dread.
Sometimes I feel embarrassed going out with my fiance and his friends, 'cos I'm the biggest (size) female among them. And oldest. Although, with the help of technology and make up, age is now a mystery. Botox helped abit abt my big, flat face, though it doesn't seem to last.
Sigh. Can't believe I used to wear Petite dresses. Now I am L.
I have only less than a year to go before my pre wedding shoot.
I must peservere.
Target weight by end 2010 = 50kg
Target dress size by end 2010 = S ~ M
Target waistline by end 2010 = 26ins
Sunday, October 10, 2010
The Proposal (Part 3)
There should not be a Part 3 but it happened.
After breakfast, I took several photographs of the diamond ring.
So pretty, I thought.
Then I saw... one diamond was MISSING.
My fiance (ya, now I have to 改口了) was obviously upset.
We had to check out earlier, went to get the receipt and rushed to the jewellery shop to replace the missing diamond FOC. Anyway, if I had to pay for that diamond, I planned to cry in front of the sales person. Luckily, I did not have to resort to that.
(And I saw the price... haha.)
Then, I realised that he had bought the ring in June, before we booked our flat and paid for the pre wedding shoot.
He had been planning since June.
I had been doubting his sincerity in marrying me. I even foiled one of his plans.
I was so wrong.
Now I feel even more guilty.
After breakfast, I took several photographs of the diamond ring.
So pretty, I thought.
Then I saw... one diamond was MISSING.
I almost passed out.
My fiance (ya, now I have to 改口了) was obviously upset.
We had to check out earlier, went to get the receipt and rushed to the jewellery shop to replace the missing diamond FOC. Anyway, if I had to pay for that diamond, I planned to cry in front of the sales person. Luckily, I did not have to resort to that.
(And I saw the price... haha.)
Then, I realised that he had bought the ring in June, before we booked our flat and paid for the pre wedding shoot.
He had been planning since June.
I had been doubting his sincerity in marrying me. I even foiled one of his plans.
I was so wrong.
Now I feel even more guilty.
The Proposal (Part 2)
Voyage de la Vie™ was spectacular. I was captured by every moment of it.
The tickets were free (my mgr gave them to us - incl. my colleagues and my GM) and we had very good seats.
My bf almost fell asleep during one part, but most of the time he was enjoying the show. My GM was sitting beside him, obviously uncomfortable with my bf's constant fidgeting throughout the show.
As the local saying goes, his backside is 'sharp'.
We headed for some cheap ramen and then photo taking. All was well.
At night, we had booze and nuggets and drinks by the pool bar at Cafe Del Mar.
This picture was copied fr some website. At night, it was much cooler and more romantic.
Nothing exciting but it was quietly romantic.
Back at the room, I fell asleep after a huge bowl of XO seafood cup noodles, halfway through "500 days of Summer".
The rest of the night was hazy - I think I woke up twice. Once to the toilet to pee.
I (washed my hands) and snuggled up to my bf in bed. I thought he was asleep. I think it was about 6am or so.
With his back facing me, he said softly,"Baobei, you are not observant enough."
I was like ' ? '"Why do you say that...?" I was drifting back to sleep.
"Look to your right."
"Huh?"
He switched on the bedside lamp. I groaned and squinted at the bedside table.
Sitting on the table, was a maroon small box with a ribbon.
Soo Kee
Gasp.
I grabbed the box and moved it to the pillow beside him. I opened it without hesitation. Eyes wide opened, I was quiet for several seconds.
Sitting snugly in the box was a gleaming heart shaped diamond ring, poised for its owner.
There were 7 (0.24ct) bigger and 12 (0.05ct) smaller diamonds.
Total 19 : 1 + 9 = 10!
I wanted to cry.
He did not pop the question. Instead...
"You have to marry me."
Practically speaking, the proposal statement was true.
We already booked our flat and paid the deposit for our pre wedding shoot.
I wouldn't really back out now, even if he didn't propose.(And actually his initial plan was to propose at the chalet which he had to cancel at the last minute... because of me.)
It was a wonderful 10.10.10 morning
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Saturday, October 9, 2010
The Proposal (Part 1)
He called and made sure I brought my bikini. I thought something was amiss. I did not want to swim at Sentosa. We were going to catch the rock circus show at Resorts World. I wanted to dress pretty.
I didn't want to bathe in cold water at the public shower, too.
But he insisted.
Still feeling guilty abt Fri's (supposed) chalet, I decided against arguing with him and brought whatever he wanted me to bring.
Anyway, he promised a hot shower and a locker for me to deposit my stuff.
At abt noon, he fetched me in a taxi. We reached the gantry to Sentosa shortly.
The toll lady stretched out her hand and asked for the entrance fee. The taxi driver flustered and asked,"Do you have the hotel 'tickets'?"
My bf looked irritated.
"Sorry, I am a hotel guest. Are we allowed free entry?"
What hotel guest? He booked a room?? I thought.
Toll lady replied, "Do you have your hotel pass with you?"
"No, we have not checked in yet."
"Sorry, I'm afraid you have to present your hotel pass. Otherwise, you need to pay for entry."
"Ok ok." The amt was deducted from the taxi's cashcard.
"What hotel room?" I asked him.
"No lah, I'm just trying to see if I can get free entry or not."
I was suspicious but I didn't think that he was capable of cooking up a quick lie.
Flustered taxi uncle (who didn't seem to know the place well... what the f***??!!) then asked,"How to get to Siloso Beach Resort? Which direction??"
I stared at my bf. "What beach resort?"
Extremely irritated, my bf pointed to the right.
"The Siloso Beach Resort is nearer to the beach we are going to." he tried to explain.
The blurcock taxi uncle kept mumbling and looking out for signs to Siloso Beach Resort. Oh well, since he planned something and I was still feeling guilty, I didn't probe any further.
To sum it up, I was thrilled to find that he booked a room for a night. The hotel was great. The pool was great. The room was great.
He told me that he wanted to make up for what happened on Fri. He just wanted me to be happy.
I didn't want to bathe in cold water at the public shower, too.
But he insisted.
Still feeling guilty abt Fri's (supposed) chalet, I decided against arguing with him and brought whatever he wanted me to bring.
Anyway, he promised a hot shower and a locker for me to deposit my stuff.
At abt noon, he fetched me in a taxi. We reached the gantry to Sentosa shortly.
The toll lady stretched out her hand and asked for the entrance fee. The taxi driver flustered and asked,"Do you have the hotel 'tickets'?"
My bf looked irritated.
"Sorry, I am a hotel guest. Are we allowed free entry?"
What hotel guest? He booked a room?? I thought.
Toll lady replied, "Do you have your hotel pass with you?"
"No, we have not checked in yet."
"Sorry, I'm afraid you have to present your hotel pass. Otherwise, you need to pay for entry."
"Ok ok." The amt was deducted from the taxi's cashcard.
"What hotel room?" I asked him.
"No lah, I'm just trying to see if I can get free entry or not."
I was suspicious but I didn't think that he was capable of cooking up a quick lie.
Flustered taxi uncle (who didn't seem to know the place well... what the f***??!!) then asked,"How to get to Siloso Beach Resort? Which direction??"
I stared at my bf. "What beach resort?"
Extremely irritated, my bf pointed to the right.
"The Siloso Beach Resort is nearer to the beach we are going to." he tried to explain.
The blurcock taxi uncle kept mumbling and looking out for signs to Siloso Beach Resort. Oh well, since he planned something and I was still feeling guilty, I didn't probe any further.
To sum it up, I was thrilled to find that he booked a room for a night. The hotel was great. The pool was great. The room was great.
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| The pool....! |
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| at the hotel cafe |
He told me that he wanted to make up for what happened on Fri. He just wanted me to be happy.
The ruined plan
After a round of tantrum throwing (by me) on Fri evening and ruining his carefully planned chalet gathering, I was finally pacified (by him) for a Sentosa outing on Saturday before Voyage de la Vie™ at 5pm.
The truth is, I felt really bad about making him forgo the $290 worth of one night @ Changi chalet (after the fuss) and making him treat me to a wonderful supper @ Dempsey (to appease me). But the chalet was awful - eerie, smelly and dirty.
I blew up after I reached the place - partly due to his constant nagging and high pitched voice when he gets agitated. The whole chalet thing was meant to surprise me.
"You invited my friends, too?? Who did you invite??"
"Fcm, benson and zine... etc. I was planning for booze and mahjong and internet."
"There's no wireless here."
"Shit."
"What abt food?"
"Huh? We are ordering fast food delivery."
"WHAT? Chalet w/o BBQ? What do you expect my friends to do when they reach? What am I going to do to entertain them... in this (yuck) place?"
I blew up. Left the place in a huff. He followed and sent me home. Then, I forced him to cancel the whole damn thing. I must admit that I was not really in my right mind.
In 90 minutes, he sms to everyone he invited abt the cancellation, found someone to take over the chalet in order not to waste it, bought a bouquet of pretty red roses and found a nice place for supper @ Dempsey.
I kind of felt guilty. But well, what's done is done.
The truth is, I felt really bad about making him forgo the $290 worth of one night @ Changi chalet (after the fuss) and making him treat me to a wonderful supper @ Dempsey (to appease me). But the chalet was awful - eerie, smelly and dirty.
I blew up after I reached the place - partly due to his constant nagging and high pitched voice when he gets agitated. The whole chalet thing was meant to surprise me.
"You invited my friends, too?? Who did you invite??"
"Fcm, benson and zine... etc. I was planning for booze and mahjong and internet."
"There's no wireless here."
"Shit."
"What abt food?"
"Huh? We are ordering fast food delivery."
"WHAT? Chalet w/o BBQ? What do you expect my friends to do when they reach? What am I going to do to entertain them... in this (yuck) place?"
I blew up. Left the place in a huff. He followed and sent me home. Then, I forced him to cancel the whole damn thing. I must admit that I was not really in my right mind.
In 90 minutes, he sms to everyone he invited abt the cancellation, found someone to take over the chalet in order not to waste it, bought a bouquet of pretty red roses and found a nice place for supper @ Dempsey.
I kind of felt guilty. But well, what's done is done.
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