be with me

The problem with working from home and studying at home, is that there is no one to...be with me. Socially, I'm lacking. Tis' a lonely affair.

And so off I went to catch Eric Khoo's Be With Me with cocoatina. First time I managed to get tix at GV Plaza, all thanks to a chance to catch the afternoon show.

Beautiful show, with no lack of poignant moments, and so much to tell in long silences and everyday routine. Very Eric Khoo.

For me, it was the grieving old Chinese shopkeeper's face that spoke millions. Creased like a piece of roughened cloth that could never be ironed straight, every line on his wizened face seemed to tell a story of life.

A life like yours and mine - of love lost and won, of the inevitable ups and downs.

The men don't geddit

I WANT TO COMPLAIN.

Why must girls get PMS, seriously??? Here I have a friend telling me she's had a bawling session cos of PMS. (anyways, thanks aime for the calcium recommendation.) And a few weeks back, another friend was msn-ing me saying PMS was preventing her from enjoying her Beijing trip.

I mean, it's unfair right??? Not like it's very convenient having the THING itself. In addition to it, we must experience extreme and unexplainable mood swings, splitting headaches, cramps, fatigue...and the list goes on.

SICK.

The worse thing is as you grow older (well in my case that's how it is), the symptoms seem to get worse. I've never experienced PMS until six months ago. And when it hits, my moods just take a life of their own. No, they fight to control me.

The men just don't geddit. Leo says I have to control them, but really, how do you control something that doesn't listen?

Two days ago, when the THING hit, I suddenly felt so tired, couldn't keep my eyes open, couldn't concentrate on doing work. Affected my productivity!

SICK.

PLUS, it gave me such a terrible headache I couldn't sleep. Had to pop two painkillers.

Aiya, actually I shouldn't be complaining cos I know others have it worse. The most amusing thing is when people say the solution to PMS is to...is to... have a baby!!!

Eh, a bit costly right?

A lifetime of sacrifice for that bit (comparatively) of pain relief.

Pui!!!! I HATE PMS!!!

tired...

leo's gone a-diving...
sob.
without me.
then again, I didn't wanna go.

reached home half an hour ago from class...
sian.
long way home.
eyes so tired, need to sleep

boring...
why do girls have to go through The Time Of The Month?
pms is bad.

so very bad.

another homecooked lunch

today's lunch menu for my bro and I:

porridge
stir-fry prawns with xiao bai chye
fried egg with chai por (salted turnips)
panfried salmon

hee hee, I'm actually beginning to enjoy cooking :)

three things you (sorta) never knew about me

Since olduvai has tagged me, here goes.
List three random facts about yourself that your friends might not know. And then tag five other friends to do it.

Fact #1. I took Higher Chinese in secondary school! When I was in sec 3, I was selected by my Chinese teacher to take part in a lang3 song4 (do you call it prose recitation?) competition. Was part of a group of five girls and we competed against powerhouses like Dunman High ok! Don't pray pray! But, of course, I was the most ang mor of all of them, and Chinese the worst lah.

Fact #2. I've never kept my hair beyond shoulder length and the last time it was that long, I was in kindergarten. Ever since then, it was been short short short all the way. And going for haircuts (see picture of my expert stylist Aaron at work) has been a monthly affair ever since. My late aunt (who took up hairdressing as a hobby) used to make me her guinea pig when I was in primary school. So I ended up with weird assymetrical cuts, sometimes!

Fact #3. When I was between the ages of 19 and 21 (I remember the period cos I was with my ex-bf then), I took part in a Chinese singing competition at Mu Chuan. In English, it's called The Ark Lounge. There were three rounds (I think) to clear before qualifying for the semis (or was it the finals?). I cleared only the first. Tough lah, there was this really experienced guy taking part who I think dances and sings semi-professionally, and cute too. How to compete??? NOT FAIR!!! Oh, and I remember having a tiff with my ex just before I went onto stage. Irrelevant, but these things suddenly pop into your mind when you start recalling stuff...

:)

Ok now I tag...
cocoatina
ah beng
belle
moon
wynne
aime
(and bro, if you can be bothered)

that's more than five pple, but nvm lah :)

snort...oink...

Hello! Meet the pig brigade (right), all ready to be munched on for the Mooncake Festival that falls on Sep 18. So cute right? Sold at a little confectionary in Bedok North.

Used to love eating the flatter piggies in those long netted baskets. Those were the days. Now there's this fattened up breed!

Also, meet a slimmer-faced me. Hmm...maybe it's the camera angle. Whatever it is, one kg lighter now! It calls for a celebration! Err...wait...shouldn't be pigging out right? :)

pink boxers to tease your man...

chanced upon this pushcart at Jurong Point (outside Giordano) the other day and found that it sold really sweet, pink boxers with tiny prints! Haha. Really pretty designs, also in blue and other pastels that I think look pretty cool. Girls would love them too! Was tempted to buy for meself, but thought, wanna save money :)

Check out litmusblue's online site here. Online, its slim-fit shirts in modern-vintage/contemporary-chic/whatever-you-call-it designs look quite nice. Sells at Hemisphere's at OG Orchard Point and Queensway Shopping Centre too.

Pushcart at Jurong Point didn't carry the shirts though, so don't know about quality.

Thristan

There's a really cute boy called Thristan (yes, with the H, I noticed his uniform nametag) who lives in my block. Today is the second time he has introduced himself to me. He is probably in primary three or four, plump, with rosy cheeks.

My block has this private gate where you have to flash a card at the sensor (a la ezlink on the bus) in order to get into the lift lobby. I open the gate for him, and surprise surprise, he says "thank you".

Polite kid, I like. (How many Singaporean kids actually say thank you???)

He keeps looking at me. We get into the lift.

He leans with his haversack against the wall, and says in a slightly adulterated American accent, enunciating his words slowly: "Hi, my name is Thristan, what's your name?"

Innocent, marble-like eyes look at me expectantly. I take a few seconds to get over my surprise at his forwardness, and then reply. And I tell him I think I saw his brother and mother in the lift earlier in the day. His brother (a pudgier version of Thristan) and mother both speak with the accent, and his brother actually waved hello to me - a stranger - when I entered the lift. Mum even sayed bye.

Thristan says: "Oh, is he Ryan? He's Ryan."

The lift door opens, and he is still waiting for me to answer. I say, yup, I think it's Ryan.

I walk out, and Thristan says bye.

How cute.