Gross...
was off to ikea to buy stuff...as usual...STUFF
was coming up the escalator, where a DODGY, FILTHY bangla type started to bend down and trying to look under my skirt. I stared right back at him, and he straightened up....and look away scared.
He continued to look, so I stared back and he panicked and ran down the downwards escalator.
Then...I got the security guard by the Taxi stand and told him about the guy, and guess what? the last we saw, that perv was RUNNING into the Carpark area...
Seriously...
of all escalators, IKEA...how the hell can u see without being caught?
so...goes to prove..u can be STUPID and PERVETED
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Dead Birds and Crying Dogs
I take Pepper, my uncle's Cocker Spaniel for walks pretty often.
(Arrangement: we play with pepper, they feed, clothe, bathe and pay for Pepper)
Extremely nice arrangement I must add.
Well...at the McCafe at Parkway Builders where we stop for breakfast on our way back , a bird died right in front of pepper.
it was a Bonk Thud ....Whine (from Pepper) experience
Bonk..the bird flew into the glass panes
ThuD...said bird fell to ground, dead of course
and Whine...Pepper starts to cry when the bird doesn't respond to him.
He is a Bird-Lover and Bird-Chaser..
and yes u guessed it, Pepper's a HE
but isn't he cute?
He actually got emotional and cried, and was sulky the whole day.
Now...that's a man!
(Arrangement: we play with pepper, they feed, clothe, bathe and pay for Pepper)
Extremely nice arrangement I must add.
Well...at the McCafe at Parkway Builders where we stop for breakfast on our way back , a bird died right in front of pepper.
it was a Bonk Thud ....Whine (from Pepper) experience
Bonk..the bird flew into the glass panes
ThuD...said bird fell to ground, dead of course
and Whine...Pepper starts to cry when the bird doesn't respond to him.
He is a Bird-Lover and Bird-Chaser..
and yes u guessed it, Pepper's a HE
but isn't he cute?
He actually got emotional and cried, and was sulky the whole day.
Now...that's a man!
Ferraga-mo fo me
I'm a shoe freak.
There's a Ferragamo sale at Isetan Scotts and as a reward for settin up her school registration, My Muummy decides that I need a pair of Ferragamo. She says it hurts her heart to see my wear shoes that cut my feet. Yoppeee...my feet don't feel it now anyways.
So I'm off with her with my heart set on a pair of Vara! I only want Vara..cause it's like going to LV and buying the Monogram and not the Damier. I was hoping for RED or whatever...
BUT ... OF COURSE
the only one VARA available was... Beige, Size 4 and Leather (UGLEE)
*SOB*...so how? in a binge of shoe fitting..I think I tried on about 12 odd pairs, from a patent bow clara, to a few loafers in nice pastel shades, a few pumps and one lavender shade one which I thought I might buy. (Total cost of all shoes tried = <$8000 SGD) DAMN SHIOK!
But in the end I found a patent bow clara, but it was patent which meant that i'd scratch it beyond recognition with the way I walk...so how?...Didn't buy...
I am fervently waiting for the next SF sale....
and this time...I'm waiting at 9 am!
There's a Ferragamo sale at Isetan Scotts and as a reward for settin up her school registration, My Muummy decides that I need a pair of Ferragamo. She says it hurts her heart to see my wear shoes that cut my feet. Yoppeee...my feet don't feel it now anyways.
So I'm off with her with my heart set on a pair of Vara! I only want Vara..cause it's like going to LV and buying the Monogram and not the Damier. I was hoping for RED or whatever...
BUT ... OF COURSE
the only one VARA available was... Beige, Size 4 and Leather (UGLEE)
*SOB*...so how? in a binge of shoe fitting..I think I tried on about 12 odd pairs, from a patent bow clara, to a few loafers in nice pastel shades, a few pumps and one lavender shade one which I thought I might buy. (Total cost of all shoes tried = <$8000 SGD) DAMN SHIOK!
But in the end I found a patent bow clara, but it was patent which meant that i'd scratch it beyond recognition with the way I walk...so how?...Didn't buy...
I am fervently waiting for the next SF sale....
and this time...I'm waiting at 9 am!
YTI: Y do I boTher
Yooopeee
Would you believe it? I am now Director of YTI Systems Pte Ltd.
I have a company!
You will not believe the SHIT I had to go through to get it registered, incorporated and started.
In the future, I should start a consulting business for SMEs on how to avoid the pain of local bureaucracy.
On a second note, I wouldn't want to imagine attempting the above anywhere else in the world.
As lehche as our govt is, they have GOOD organisations which in the end, help you like ur their own kid.
But first, you got to get through their SCARY telephone system.
T: please press 1, for @#^&#$*(#@()()*
please press 2, for @&#*()@_0-8
W: (0_0)!!!!????
T: Hi , good afternoon can I help you?
W: Well I need to, ______________(fill in ur enquiry), can you help me with that or should I call another department?
T: Oh yeah you have to call up our &&&&**** dept. I transfer u
W: Ohkay Than! ----- interrupted with DOOMLIKE BEEEP sounds
T2: Hi, This is IWEIOJIOW can i help?
W: Yeah, ur colleauge tells me that this is the dept that _____________-?
T2: Er, let me transfer u again.
W: Hokay..Than! BEEEEEEEEEEP
then long long beep later...and some HORRENDOUS music later....
I GET CUT OFF!.....
*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP* (expletive)
Would you believe it? I am now Director of YTI Systems Pte Ltd.
I have a company!
You will not believe the SHIT I had to go through to get it registered, incorporated and started.
In the future, I should start a consulting business for SMEs on how to avoid the pain of local bureaucracy.
On a second note, I wouldn't want to imagine attempting the above anywhere else in the world.
As lehche as our govt is, they have GOOD organisations which in the end, help you like ur their own kid.
But first, you got to get through their SCARY telephone system.
T: please press 1, for @#^&#$*(#@()()*
please press 2, for @&#*()@_0-8
W: (0_0)!!!!????
T: Hi , good afternoon can I help you?
W: Well I need to, ______________(fill in ur enquiry), can you help me with that or should I call another department?
T: Oh yeah you have to call up our &&&&**** dept. I transfer u
W: Ohkay Than! ----- interrupted with DOOMLIKE BEEEP sounds
T2: Hi, This is IWEIOJIOW can i help?
W: Yeah, ur colleauge tells me that this is the dept that _____________-?
T2: Er, let me transfer u again.
W: Hokay..Than! BEEEEEEEEEEP
then long long beep later...and some HORRENDOUS music later....
I GET CUT OFF!.....
*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP* (expletive)
Exhibition-ist
First Stop: I'm back. Sorry for the long long silence
I had a few things on my list to clear off first.
sleep being one of them.
But the most exciting thing for March was
MY EXHIBITION for XXXXX Company dealing in XXXX products
( Note: not XXX which would mean XXX-rated)
The whole 3 day affair went off without a hitch ( it went of with more then one hitches)
but..I pulled through, with a korean suit and a smile so plastered, you had to scrape it off of me.
I made my accquaintences with dodgy military types, foodie idiots, cheeky old pervs, mecenaries, nuclear scientist(why am i glowing green???!), engineers, ah lian and well...will you believe it, a Fireman and One Police Chief.
*GULP* I've been requested to be photographed with certain Military Intelligence from XXXXXXXXXXX and then I practiced my Dutch to great appeal with request for email correspondence.
So all in all, it was an experience in exhibitioning to remember.
I AM NOW AN EXHIBITION-IST
I had a few things on my list to clear off first.
sleep being one of them.
But the most exciting thing for March was
MY EXHIBITION for XXXXX Company dealing in XXXX products
( Note: not XXX which would mean XXX-rated)
The whole 3 day affair went off without a hitch ( it went of with more then one hitches)
but..I pulled through, with a korean suit and a smile so plastered, you had to scrape it off of me.
I made my accquaintences with dodgy military types, foodie idiots, cheeky old pervs, mecenaries, nuclear scientist(why am i glowing green???!), engineers, ah lian and well...will you believe it, a Fireman and One Police Chief.
*GULP* I've been requested to be photographed with certain Military Intelligence from XXXXXXXXXXX and then I practiced my Dutch to great appeal with request for email correspondence.
So all in all, it was an experience in exhibitioning to remember.
I AM NOW AN EXHIBITION-IST
Tummy Ache
To set the tones of things!
I'm gonna let u know in advance.
This is the start of a long
SHIT
Diarrhoea( did i spell that wrong?)
of blogs to COME!
I'm gonna let u know in advance.
This is the start of a long
SHIT
Diarrhoea( did i spell that wrong?)
of blogs to COME!
BRB
Thank you to all dear friends who asked me why I don't blog.
Welll....
my answers ranged from
1) I don't feel like it
2) hadn't had the time
3) I dunno
btw. it's all true. But....I'm gonna be good and start on it again.
frankly, blogger isnt' all that stable and it crashes on me sometimes. So from now on. I'm gonna make it SHORT n SWEET!
Next!
Welll....
my answers ranged from
1) I don't feel like it
2) hadn't had the time
3) I dunno
btw. it's all true. But....I'm gonna be good and start on it again.
frankly, blogger isnt' all that stable and it crashes on me sometimes. So from now on. I'm gonna make it SHORT n SWEET!
Next!
Monday, December 20, 2004
Man at the Door
Strange Morning.
I was in the shower, then suddenly there was ring at the door.
Oops.
Ran down in my track suit and with a towel on my head.
Guy at door was just as shocked as i was.
So between my broken dutch and freezing hair, I determined he was here to fix something. But for what? I HAVE NO FREAKING IDEA
so I got the phone, called Geert's dad, who happened to be not with his mobile, but on a toilet seat.
Soooo...colleauge of Geert ran to the toilet with the phone, he answered it and then I passed the phone to the guy waiting outside in the cold.
blah blah blah later, ohkay. That guy was LEGITIMATE. HE was here for a reason ( as in not to kill/rob the people/place)
PHEW
I'm sure he had a big story to tell his friends back at his work place! :D
I was in the shower, then suddenly there was ring at the door.
Oops.
Ran down in my track suit and with a towel on my head.
Guy at door was just as shocked as i was.
So between my broken dutch and freezing hair, I determined he was here to fix something. But for what? I HAVE NO FREAKING IDEA
so I got the phone, called Geert's dad, who happened to be not with his mobile, but on a toilet seat.
Soooo...colleauge of Geert ran to the toilet with the phone, he answered it and then I passed the phone to the guy waiting outside in the cold.
blah blah blah later, ohkay. That guy was LEGITIMATE. HE was here for a reason ( as in not to kill/rob the people/place)
PHEW
I'm sure he had a big story to tell his friends back at his work place! :D
My First Sinterklaas
Culture is a strange thing.
I had my first Sinterklaas celebration of my life on December 11th. When of course, the actual date of the celebration was supposed to be on December 5th.
Well, what do you know..:) let's break this down into numbers then.
7 pieces of presents I wrapped for
2 frigging hours
3 which did not belong to me
1 belt/purse thingy i had to make
10 mins my boyfriend spend on writing
3 poems for
4 surprise gift
1 screaming girl kid
2 other normal one
2 sisters-in-laws
2 brothers-in-laws
2 parents-in-laws
11 cups of tea
1 wooden handmade rocking horse
1 pilates mat
1 body lotion
1 humongous headache
10 gazillions forced smiles as I try to understand all the going ons
And mastercards and visa aside?
What a wonderful sinterklaas experience.
Oh and my surprise gift from my boyfriend's family?
A box that contained
15 Licorice Drops (sweets...i hate..but dutch people love)
20 little heart shaped candies with words like SORRY, PA, GIVE, LOVE, HAPPY etc etc
1 pair of yellow wooden clogs
1 sweet wood ( Yes...IT IS A BRANCH...A REAL TREE BRANCH THAT YOU CAN CHEW!)
1 cinnamon candy stick
1 bottle of peanut butter
2 boxes of chocolate hagel (t hink chocolate rice, they like to eat it with butter on their bread)
What is all this you ask? WEll...it's my Dutch Culture Intergration Package.
I had my first Sinterklaas celebration of my life on December 11th. When of course, the actual date of the celebration was supposed to be on December 5th.
Well, what do you know..:) let's break this down into numbers then.
(NB: they have to like buy presents that everyone already wrote a list of what they want from...budget 15 euros and then pretend that the present is from Sinterklaas. who writes funny poems together with it like a SURPRISE...you KNOW?)
7 pieces of presents I wrapped for
2 frigging hours
3 which did not belong to me
1 belt/purse thingy i had to make
10 mins my boyfriend spend on writing
3 poems for
4 surprise gift
1 screaming girl kid
2 other normal one
2 sisters-in-laws
2 brothers-in-laws
2 parents-in-laws
11 cups of tea
1 wooden handmade rocking horse
1 pilates mat
1 body lotion
1 humongous headache
10 gazillions forced smiles as I try to understand all the going ons
And mastercards and visa aside?
What a wonderful sinterklaas experience.
Oh and my surprise gift from my boyfriend's family?
A box that contained
15 Licorice Drops (sweets...i hate..but dutch people love)
20 little heart shaped candies with words like SORRY, PA, GIVE, LOVE, HAPPY etc etc
1 pair of yellow wooden clogs
1 sweet wood ( Yes...IT IS A BRANCH...A REAL TREE BRANCH THAT YOU CAN CHEW!)
1 cinnamon candy stick
1 bottle of peanut butter
2 boxes of chocolate hagel (t hink chocolate rice, they like to eat it with butter on their bread)
What is all this you ask? WEll...it's my Dutch Culture Intergration Package.
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
We gonna ParTy like IT's your Birthday! WHEEEEE
GOOOD MORNING FOR MEEE!!
I woke up to my first pressie!
Isn't my new satin clutch Pretty!? YAY! Thank you Geert-Jan!
Oh and next to that? A beautiful birthday card..WITH......
50 EUR stuffed in it! THANK YOU GEERT and JEANNE!!
YAY!
and I run downstairs at 6 am because GJ yelled, and
I love Geert and Jeanne. They are Sweeet sweet sweet people! I think this is the first time I've had streamers on my birthday and Balloons (8!!!) since I was 9!
WOOT WOOT!
and best of all, the smell of this..
the ORIGINAL, the ENIGE
Famous, Jeanne's Home Made Apple Pie!
LOVELY!
I woke up to my first pressie!
Isn't my new satin clutch Pretty!? YAY! Thank you Geert-Jan!
Oh and next to that? A beautiful birthday card..WITH......
50 EUR stuffed in it! THANK YOU GEERT and JEANNE!!
YAY!
and I run downstairs at 6 am because GJ yelled, and
I love Geert and Jeanne. They are Sweeet sweet sweet people! I think this is the first time I've had streamers on my birthday and Balloons (8!!!) since I was 9!
WOOT WOOT!
and best of all, the smell of this..
the ORIGINAL, the ENIGE
Famous, Jeanne's Home Made Apple Pie!
LOVELY!
Calorie Minefield!
I have arrived in Holland! Made my way nearly 2 hours west to nice old Meppel! (Trust me..it's old. Meppel is a town (because it has a title deed) and Amsterdam does not!) See..OLD
Anyways. it's all nice, calm and quiet. NSIAP seems to be just a long nightmare away.
Then we hit the town(by which i mean, a single shopping street about 6 m wide), to shop for SINTERKLAAS Presents (Sinterklaas Story
In between keeping warm at 6°C, looking for pressies from a little scribbled list and tons! of people, we had Sinterklaas and Zwarte Piet
Yes, them.
They were jumping in my path, trying to pelt me with Pepernotens
, Candies and what not! It was a CALORIE MINEFIELD! I had sweets thrown into my shopping baskets. Fat old hairy caucasians and a black-body painted white dude trying to waylay me! Not fun! BUT HIGHLY AMUSING!
By the way? the food for this festive time? Chocolate Letters. Yes..Your name spelled out in CHOCOLATE. HELLO JANICE..YOU HEAR?
Anyways. I resolve to guard against carbs this holiday season, I am determined to not gain a layer of holiday happy fat.
And my reward??..
oh!
A pair of pink suede leather gloves (ooooohhh...drool)
and
these
Anyways. it's all nice, calm and quiet. NSIAP seems to be just a long nightmare away.
Then we hit the town(by which i mean, a single shopping street about 6 m wide), to shop for SINTERKLAAS Presents (Sinterklaas Story
In between keeping warm at 6°C, looking for pressies from a little scribbled list and tons! of people, we had Sinterklaas and Zwarte Piet
Yes, them.
They were jumping in my path, trying to pelt me with Pepernotens
, Candies and what not! It was a CALORIE MINEFIELD! I had sweets thrown into my shopping baskets. Fat old hairy caucasians and a black-body painted white dude trying to waylay me! Not fun! BUT HIGHLY AMUSING!
By the way? the food for this festive time? Chocolate Letters. Yes..Your name spelled out in CHOCOLATE. HELLO JANICE..YOU HEAR?
Anyways. I resolve to guard against carbs this holiday season, I am determined to not gain a layer of holiday happy fat.
And my reward??..
oh!
A pair of pink suede leather gloves (ooooohhh...drool)
and
these
Sayang! Don't give me heart attack!
Happily worked my way to our pretty pretty Changi Airport Terminal 2, Row 12, for check in at the Malaysia Airlines counter for my butt-numbing 15 hour flight to AMSTERDAM! WOOT WOOT!
And of course, drama enthuses!
Girl at Counter (G@C) : Hi Wendy, MAS would like to wish you a happy birthday in advance!
Me: (GLeeefully happy! with images of champagne and free gifts floating around my head) Thank yoU!
G@C: Let me just check for you, window or aisle?
Me: Did my luggage go over?
G@C: No, only 40 kg.
Me: Phew.
G@C: You know that your connecting flight to amsterdam is not confirmed? You are only on standby?
Me: (internal and external) SCREAM!!!! Sayang!Don't give me a hEart Attack like that!
G@C: yes it's a very full flight and you're only on standby
Me: What? what do you mean I'm only on standby? I don't have a seat?
*FRET FRET*
G@C: Why don't you take a seat? I will make some calls and figure it out for you.
I crawl back into one of those stupid plastic chairs at the airport, then i whip out Green Peas. Called my travel agent frantically, and yelled:"THEY SAY THAT MY FLIGHT IS NOT CONFIRMED? WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WHAT DO THEY MEAN? I CAN"T BLEIVE THIS?! I PAID UP 1 MONTH AGO!???! I BOOKED 2 MoNTHS AGOOOO!!!!!!"
More yelling and shouting enthuses...then the agent said...let me speak to the counter girl. Judging by the looks of the G@C, I think the agent was a veritable bitch to talk to. I'm so happy she squirmed. How dare she scare me like that. So more yelling later, a DISSATISFIED agent demanded to talk to the manager in charge. More yelling I'm sure, happened on the other line.
YAY! The girl assures me...
I have a seat..on MH16! Bound for Amsterdam.
buuuttt..
she didn't tell me...I would be SQUUUUSWHED between Faaat, Weight...Elderly people..the entired blardy 13 hours....
Congratulations, Wendy Tan, You've booked yourself a place on a flight home for a bunch of elderly (note, farting/nose picking/burping/beer-gulping..hence frequently peeing) touring Asia.
I wished one of them had a heart attack. At least I would have had some breathing room.
And of course, drama enthuses!
Girl at Counter (G@C) : Hi Wendy, MAS would like to wish you a happy birthday in advance!
Me: (GLeeefully happy! with images of champagne and free gifts floating around my head) Thank yoU!
G@C: Let me just check for you, window or aisle?
Me: Did my luggage go over?
G@C: No, only 40 kg.
Me: Phew.
G@C: You know that your connecting flight to amsterdam is not confirmed? You are only on standby?
Me: (internal and external) SCREAM!!!! Sayang!Don't give me a hEart Attack like that!
G@C: yes it's a very full flight and you're only on standby
Me: What? what do you mean I'm only on standby? I don't have a seat?
*FRET FRET*
G@C: Why don't you take a seat? I will make some calls and figure it out for you.
I crawl back into one of those stupid plastic chairs at the airport, then i whip out Green Peas. Called my travel agent frantically, and yelled:"THEY SAY THAT MY FLIGHT IS NOT CONFIRMED? WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WHAT DO THEY MEAN? I CAN"T BLEIVE THIS?! I PAID UP 1 MONTH AGO!???! I BOOKED 2 MoNTHS AGOOOO!!!!!!"
More yelling and shouting enthuses...then the agent said...let me speak to the counter girl. Judging by the looks of the G@C, I think the agent was a veritable bitch to talk to. I'm so happy she squirmed. How dare she scare me like that. So more yelling later, a DISSATISFIED agent demanded to talk to the manager in charge. More yelling I'm sure, happened on the other line.
YAY! The girl assures me...
I have a seat..on MH16! Bound for Amsterdam.
buuuttt..
she didn't tell me...I would be SQUUUUSWHED between Faaat, Weight...Elderly people..the entired blardy 13 hours....
Congratulations, Wendy Tan, You've booked yourself a place on a flight home for a bunch of elderly (note, farting/nose picking/burping/beer-gulping..hence frequently peeing) touring Asia.
I wished one of them had a heart attack. At least I would have had some breathing room.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
There is a ...
There is a wake at the end of my street, a big yellow, funerary affair held 5 m away from where I sleep.
Because of the wake, cars line the tiny street and my yellow cab has to stop right at the beginning of the lane.
I literary walk home to a wake.
There is a sad occurrence in the world. Death.
Because of Death, I've lost my dearest god mom almost 2 years ago.
I have been to too many funerals over the recent years.
There is a thing called Christmas or in my life, DECEMBER!!!!
Because of this month, my wallet will bleed like a fresh body in an Iron Maiden and then suffer DEATH!
Because of the wake, cars line the tiny street and my yellow cab has to stop right at the beginning of the lane.
I literary walk home to a wake.
There is a sad occurrence in the world. Death.
Because of Death, I've lost my dearest god mom almost 2 years ago.
I have been to too many funerals over the recent years.
There is a thing called Christmas or in my life, DECEMBER!!!!
Because of this month, my wallet will bleed like a fresh body in an Iron Maiden and then suffer DEATH!
- Nixon's Birthday: Nov 18
- Tony's Birthday: Nov 24
- Dad's Birthday: Dec 2
- Judith's Birthday : Dec 3
- Sinterklaas: Dec 5
- My Birthday: Dec 8
- Mom's Birthday: Dec 18
- Opa and Oma J's: Dec 18
- Christmas: Dec 25
- New Year: Dec 31
I have too many "happy" occasions in December.
There is a man called Bert S. He is an obnoxious pig.
Because of him, I think I will have a showdown at the next J Family gathering.
I have no patience for him. May the fates help him.
There is a need for new jeans.
Because my current ones end up near my ass at the end of the night and I hate belts.
I have construction worker's cleavage at night.
There is a sale on all my clothes.
Because I like to buy new ones and the old ones take up all my space and money.
I have too many clothes
There is a end to my gym days.
Because from November 30th, I will be gymless.
I belong no where..:'(.
There is a celebration tonight and tomorrow night.
Because my ex-boss is having her birthday soon.
I turned them down cause I only like some people there. :( Bad Wendy
There is a function called Spell Check on this blogger!
Because I accidentally click on it
I have perfect speelling! :D
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Paris, Pleated Skirt and Curling Tongs
Ohkay. No. this is not an article about miss paris hilton.
This is one good night. For me. that is.
I had an eczema outbreak so I had to go to the Pharmacy to get some Egocort cream. Lo and behold, guess what? they have come out with curling irons for only $15. I've been looking for one, but unwilling to buy one for more than $20. Oh Happy happy Wendy!
So i bought that, and I went over to the F.O.S shop next door. Now, 1 month ago, I wanted to buy a khaki pleated skirt but I kept being undecided about it, but in the end, after trying it on at the Jurong IMM outlet (note: western end of singapore) then going to Marina (southern end ) to find it, only to find that it has been sold, the nice girl at Marina offered to order it for me and have it send to the outlet near my house (EAST). 1 week went by, then a month. So basically, I have gave up all hope on ever owning that skirt.
Then today. I go pass there, I see it hanging on the rack there! My size! My skirt! wonderful.
When I went to pay? The lady went: ARE YOU WENDY? OH MY GOD! I CAN"T BELIEVE IT! I"VE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR AGES.
me: er no!...are you serious! this is the skirt I ordered? what number you called?
Gal: ****2528!
Wendy: oh man...i'm at ****2526!
Argghh Urgggh!..but in the end, 1 month later, the skirt is still mine!..ALL MINE!
WHeee..:D
And 3rd Surprise... When i got home, my sweetest, nicest cutest boyfriend told me he had went out to book a trip to Paris! Woot! 5 days of Paris, even a day trip to Versailles!
wheeeeee
Happy Surprises Day!
This is one good night. For me. that is.
I had an eczema outbreak so I had to go to the Pharmacy to get some Egocort cream. Lo and behold, guess what? they have come out with curling irons for only $15. I've been looking for one, but unwilling to buy one for more than $20. Oh Happy happy Wendy!
So i bought that, and I went over to the F.O.S shop next door. Now, 1 month ago, I wanted to buy a khaki pleated skirt but I kept being undecided about it, but in the end, after trying it on at the Jurong IMM outlet (note: western end of singapore) then going to Marina (southern end ) to find it, only to find that it has been sold, the nice girl at Marina offered to order it for me and have it send to the outlet near my house (EAST). 1 week went by, then a month. So basically, I have gave up all hope on ever owning that skirt.
Then today. I go pass there, I see it hanging on the rack there! My size! My skirt! wonderful.
When I went to pay? The lady went: ARE YOU WENDY? OH MY GOD! I CAN"T BELIEVE IT! I"VE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR AGES.
me: er no!...are you serious! this is the skirt I ordered? what number you called?
Gal: ****2528!
Wendy: oh man...i'm at ****2526!
Argghh Urgggh!..but in the end, 1 month later, the skirt is still mine!..ALL MINE!
WHeee..:D
And 3rd Surprise... When i got home, my sweetest, nicest cutest boyfriend told me he had went out to book a trip to Paris! Woot! 5 days of Paris, even a day trip to Versailles!
wheeeeee
Happy Surprises Day!
Birdees
Plump Quail
Believe it or not, this is a call signal for one of the platoons of army men who have to report in today. The words Plump Quail flashed on our tv screen thsi afternoon to much laughter and LAUGHTer from my brother and I!
Hey, dude, which platoon u from? oh Strong Ox...and you?
Plump Quail ...
...
...
m.a.n.l.y
NOT.
just think about it..the name conjures up images of a fat edible bird hoping on the ground.
NOw...another word for you.
SPATCHCOCK.
i find it hilarious...yes it's another edible bird.
Flu...
After a at least 8 months of not being sick, i've caught the flu.
The funny thing?
My boyfriend halfway across the world is just as sick. Same flu, that he caught from his 1 year old niece, whose mom also caught the same flu and puke all over her husband's feet one night.
At work , Charmaine is not well as well, the guy in front of me, is also down.
Grrrrr....
This really sucks, to be PMSing and sick at the same time.
The only guy left at home is my brother. He has wisely decided to stay out of my way, only running errands like buying me Ben & Jerry's New York Super Chunky Fudgey wahtevery thingy. He has wisely agreed to every thing I've said and only answered yes to me so far.
Haha, not too dumb this time.
So watch out ,world. Do not cross me till either THING goes away.
The funny thing?
My boyfriend halfway across the world is just as sick. Same flu, that he caught from his 1 year old niece, whose mom also caught the same flu and puke all over her husband's feet one night.
At work , Charmaine is not well as well, the guy in front of me, is also down.
Grrrrr....
This really sucks, to be PMSing and sick at the same time.
The only guy left at home is my brother. He has wisely decided to stay out of my way, only running errands like buying me Ben & Jerry's New York Super Chunky Fudgey wahtevery thingy. He has wisely agreed to every thing I've said and only answered yes to me so far.
Haha, not too dumb this time.
So watch out ,world. Do not cross me till either THING goes away.
Bag it!
Marc Jacobs Venetia with Suede Lining
I'm in a quandry. Recently, I spotted (ohkay i went out searching for it) a fake Marc Jacob Venetia.
The brown one with a suede lining?
Yeah. It's quite gorgeous, except that it has very glaring stitching as compared to the real deal.
Also, it's $185 (SGD) as compared to $975 USD.
So...that's my dilemma, should i get the fake one, which is quite gorgeous in it's own right, or should i just go ahead and buy a real DKNY which is a well, lesser version, but of course the price is much lesser too.
Yes, I know, airhead directions in life, but well.
Monday, November 15, 2004
My new baby!
My new baby!
My new shoe! Finally, a Marc Jacob Tweed Round Toe Pump look-alike in my size!
Rejoice!
It didn't break the bank too!
Woohooo!
Friday, November 12, 2004
My New Play: Man on the train!
I had the greatest pleasure of taking the train at 1.00pm today! On my way to gym, then later saunter in leisurely into the office.
I stood there, Car No: 3340 Door: 34
Westbound to Boonlay, Destination Tanjong Pagar.
Suddenly I thought, oh shit! didn't bring my phone out with me. But fret not, my journey to town suddenly exploded into the high echelons of reality drama when this burly chinese guy in his mid 30s, pretty ohkaay casually dressed started to yell loudly, uncontrollably and unintelligebly into his mobile phone ear piece while facing the opposite door.
A few pointers:
How loudly?: Passengers in the train visibly jumped.
How weird?: People thought he was nuts.
How so?: He looked like he was talking to himself (earpiece..:D)
How unintelligible?: I thought he was not Singaporean at first, speaking a rough mix of dialect Korean or something.
Now for the fun part. This shouting man, talks loudly then suddenly lets out long shouts of anguish to the phone and people who have just stepped into the train, not knowing who they were standing near, suddenly all jump up in unision and the scatter towards the centre of the train (wow! effective SMRT take note?) I figured out after a loong while that he was yelling about some $3000 and that "daddy die of heatstroke!" (I KID YOU NOT)
(and i thought i started to understood a mutated Korean language)
So for the next 30 mins, my great amusement was made up of people milling in, then all jumping scattering away, then eyeing that man with a mixture of fear, loathing, curiousity and derision.
It's quite something to see...EVERYONE i mean a good sincere section of the local community had the same reaction.
Wow. I've decided. If i ever should direct a play, I'm gonna stage this. Make the audiences buy tickets then make them gather in a foyer of sorts. Then, have this crazy dude come in, and of course a few other actors to spice things up and the whole play will be a culmination of audience reaction and how they play off from each other.
But realistically, don't think that will work in Singapore. How strange "reality" really is.
I stood there, Car No: 3340 Door: 34
Westbound to Boonlay, Destination Tanjong Pagar.
Suddenly I thought, oh shit! didn't bring my phone out with me. But fret not, my journey to town suddenly exploded into the high echelons of reality drama when this burly chinese guy in his mid 30s, pretty ohkaay casually dressed started to yell loudly, uncontrollably and unintelligebly into his mobile phone ear piece while facing the opposite door.
A few pointers:
How loudly?: Passengers in the train visibly jumped.
How weird?: People thought he was nuts.
How so?: He looked like he was talking to himself (earpiece..:D)
How unintelligible?: I thought he was not Singaporean at first, speaking a rough mix of dialect Korean or something.
Now for the fun part. This shouting man, talks loudly then suddenly lets out long shouts of anguish to the phone and people who have just stepped into the train, not knowing who they were standing near, suddenly all jump up in unision and the scatter towards the centre of the train (wow! effective SMRT take note?) I figured out after a loong while that he was yelling about some $3000 and that "daddy die of heatstroke!" (I KID YOU NOT)
(and i thought i started to understood a mutated Korean language)
So for the next 30 mins, my great amusement was made up of people milling in, then all jumping scattering away, then eyeing that man with a mixture of fear, loathing, curiousity and derision.
It's quite something to see...EVERYONE i mean a good sincere section of the local community had the same reaction.
Wow. I've decided. If i ever should direct a play, I'm gonna stage this. Make the audiences buy tickets then make them gather in a foyer of sorts. Then, have this crazy dude come in, and of course a few other actors to spice things up and the whole play will be a culmination of audience reaction and how they play off from each other.
But realistically, don't think that will work in Singapore. How strange "reality" really is.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Boderline Personality Disorder
Borderline Personality Disorder
Article from Straits Time 10th November 2004.
Scary stuff to read.
I once had a friend, who was very whiny and needy to the extreme. Now that I see this article, I suddenly understand what all her fuss was about.
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