All good things come to an end.

Tonight my help of EIGHT years is leaving on a jet plane to Norway. I thought it was the lack of good food and neat rooms that is upsetting, but actually it’s not, considering that the new help is here already. It’s more of, you’ve been seeing this person for 8 years almost everyday, although it’s not as though you hang out with her per se but she’s always been around. And all of a sudden you’ll probably never see her again.

But honestly her new job is comparatively awesome?! In Norway, she only has to work slightly over 5 hours a day, 5 days a week, has her OWN apartment paid by the employer, the employer’s house is FREAKING NICE (i saw the photos, got swimming pool etc), and apparently they spend half their time holidaying/working in Spain (wtf?!) and she gets to tag along too. Oh, and her pay is like, three times what she gets in Singapore. I’m beginning to wonder if this will breed discontent with my new help (they lived together here for the past two weeks or so, so i’m sure they talked).

I suppose this would have been a sooner or later thing, considering that domestic helps obviously have to go home someday. But can you imagine 8 years, that’s like since I was 14. Before 14 I reckon I was too young to care/know about the few helps that came and left before.

Uh I presume a good thing about this is, if I holiday in Spain and Norway, my accommodation is all covered. Some silver lining.

Re-ring.

Normally I hate it when sale-persons badger me or follow me around, even if they just want to help or it’s their job. There is a much higher chance I’ll fall prey to my own lack of self-discipline than your lacklustre pitches.

That being said, there is a good point in being chummy with them. You get under-table privileges, notifications of new arrivals and discounts which aren’t even supposed to be there.

Cheers to a nice salesgirl and my new nude flats

Pills hate me.

Bad childhood experiences do leave lasting impressions on you. Like how I was so thrilled when I first discovered pills, cos swallowing them does not taste horrible unlike syrup medicine. That was until one pill decided to paste itself inside my mouth, slowly dissolving no matter how many gulps of water I drink to flush it down. I tell you, that taste lingers and drives you sick to the stomach, quite literally.

More than a decade later, I still face the same phobia everytime I look at pills. Trust me, I avoid it whenever I can. Have even tried opening up a capsule and mixing the powder with milo. And erm, take it from me, DO NOT TRY.

Unfortunately, many forms of medicine no longer come in syrup form for grown-ups. Usually I do good and manage to swallow them after 3 mouths of water at most. But one spastic panadol decided to play it tough with me today and refused to go with the flow (of water). Luckily, I’m now older and wiser, and decided to spit it out before it plays its self-destructing/dissolving game.

Stupid stupid pills.

Anyhows,

p/s: My diligence with photo-uploading seems to have a proportionate relationship with how homebound I am, which I am very now, since I’m feeling woooozy.

 

Under the weather.

Judging by the way I’m feeling now, the only activity I’m up for tomorrow is lounging at home with board games and cable tv. Throw in some plush cushions and a cuppa or two perhaps.

Must be the German pork knuckles yesterday. The very same ones that made me miss a call from ahem a certain firm. Wm claims it must be with regard to ahem a certain rather important day coming up soon. But I think it might be calling with regard to sending me the cheque instead. I hope they’ll call me back soon, that cheque can cancel off half the expenses of the upcoming trip yay.

My throat seriously does not feel promising right now

City of blinding lights.

I’m strongly advised not to (by my mum) go on a 3-day KL shopping trip because she’s convinced I might get kidnapped and chopped into pieces. According to her, when we went on a KL trip almost a decade ago, even the local tour guide said the place is dangerous. So she said to listen to the locals. No Great KL Sale and twin towers for me.

But we try very hard to entertain ourselves in our homeland still.

Inevitably we got bored (you go sit in a cabin for more than 30 minutes).

Yeah, Mimicking Contest.

Air and food.

If anyone who’s reading this breathes through the mouth usually instead of the nose, or has a habit of inhaling through one and exhaling through the other, do tell me. Cos apparently I know someone who does that and the someone says that it’s the norm, i.e, I’m abnormal for using my nose for respiration.

That aside, I have had a rough few days with food man. First Starbucks gave me expired apple juice (which I discovered, thankfully), then we were locating this brunch place on Sunday which turned out too ulu for our liking and had to make do with PS Cafe zzz.

Then came today when I had the most disgustingly sucky and overpriced Japanese food at this place called Hibiki. Two mushy prawns, a bowl of water filled with too much seaweed, and floury noodles made up a Tempura Udon. I get it, prawns are costly, fine. But I think even Jap stalls at food courts give you other tempura stuff like the sweet potatoes, carrots etc? Furthermore, 5 bucks per stick of tiny grilled meat (read one slice of beef/pork plus three cloves of garlic)??? Super rip-off.

And they called themselves “Japanese fine dining”. Ugh. So yes, there are places worse than Sakae Sushi.

Summer Lovin’

Equator-ites like us, take summer for granted. If we had the four seasons, we would have spring fashion (LOVES IT). Perhaps then, we would also devote more effort to precious summer-time.

Like if everyone of us were wearing pieces akin to these below, taken from Phillip Lim’s Resort 09 Collection, I’d bet Singapore would be a better place altogether. They’re not cutting-edge, but I think that’s the point. That is why it’s wearable for minions like some of us, who happen to not be a size 00, and who walk on streets instead of runways.

Green is under-stated. I cannot name the number of times I have heard how “odd” or “weird” green is on clothing/bags. Truth is, in the correct shades, even green dresses can be awesome.

And can I just lament how I have been searching for the perfect yellow summer dress FOREVER, and have yet to find any worthy ones locally yet?

Catalogues of various brands often get me psyched up, but the nice pieces almost never appear in local stores. The staff who are responsible for picking and choosing pieces of clothings to import, have decades of experience of summer goodness. You would think based on experience they’d pick some really good stuff.

So the pros, criticise us for donning tees and shorts all over town. But really you’d have more resonance if you give us something exciting and compelling to change into.

Debunking.

You know, I’ve come to realise that a person’s propensity to take offence with a cheating partner has a pretty remote relationship with Love. My take on this - the answer lies in Pride. In more layman terms, it’s how much a person values him/herself, specifically with regard to the partner in question.

Because cheating, might occur regardless of whether one loves his other half. But, cheating, will never happen if he thinks that she fulfills his every want and need. It is the desire for something else, something you don’t already have, that lies on the road of temptation.

So get this - cheating might not mean he doesn’t love you, but what it does mean, is that he thinks you’re not good enough. You’re lacking something, something which the third party has, but you don’t.

And from that, I believe that the scale of how much you mind your partner cheating, is tilted according to how much self-worth you have. If you believe you’re worthy, and that you have what it takes, you would mind being cheated on. Because that would be a crude slap to your face, and your sense of self. See, it isn’t even about Love, maybe only later on when you feel all sappy and soft.

Taking offence is your way of making your stand and not concurring with his judgment that you’re not good enough. Likewise, people who repeatedly return to cheating partners are only (repeatedly) reinforcing what their partners already thought the first time they cheated, i.e, you’re sub-standard.

Need proof? Look at the gender of people who tend to forgive cheating partners.

Males? Hardly.

And I can roll around all day in statistics speaking of men and their big fat prides.

Hard candy.

Woooot! I like the Safra pool better than the rents’ club pool because they actually allow me on the water slides! Although it did feel precariously unsafe cos your feet touches the bottom the moment you tumble out of the slide into the shallow water. But hey, I did wait to observe how it was a non-fatal ride for a chubby middle-aged father carrying his kid before I went on it. Then again, the club pool is much less crowded, has a bar, has MUCH nicer preening facilities and sauna rooms, so it’s a tough call.

Between slide rides today while sitting at the jacuzzi, I decided that I came up with the most brilliant idea ever. Ok, maybe second best to my motorbike-taxis idea (cos I never EVER wanna get caught in a jam again. Although everyone seemed to think it won’t be lucrative. Boo.) But I digress.

Ahem. It is to have swimming pool water with sunblock functions in it!!! Then we can skip the process of slapping on sunblock and the risk of not spreading it evenly such that we look partially ghostly. Indoor swimming pools are not equivalents here because you don’t get to enjoy soaking up the sunshine. Uh and I presume you could do the same for people who wanna get a tan, infuse sun-tan into the water. NOT BAD RIGHT!! But I’m being told that it’s impossible cos the chemicals will refuse to blend or something. Tsk.

That aside, the new help who is arriving pretty soon (SIGH), name’s Madonna. Beat that.

/// Edit: Watch Get Smart!! Better than Zohan imho :D 

Smell it, smell it, now take it.

If you’re above like 5, and want a good laugh, I’d say Zohan over Kungfu Panda. The latter is cute (almost heart-wrenchingly when you see the baby tiger and leopard), but Zohan gave at least a good one or two stomach-clutching moments. And the girl’s pretty.

Although… today the ticket uncle gave me a good long hard doubtful stare when he halved my ticket stubs. I thought it wasn’t so bad since it’s M18 (hey always good to look young). Until I got reminded that it’s actually NC16.

No shit.