Simple Thoughts of Mine

I am nothing special; just a common woman with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Can't I choose to read the type of book I desire?

I went to borders on a Friday evening. Saw an interesting title, so I decided to purchase it. After I picked up the book, I was stopped by a somewhat late thirties man. Pointing to the book I was holding, he asked, "Do you believe in this?" I replied him saying that I was getting this title for entertainment reading. Anyway, a book is meant to be read. But hey, please do not be mistaken, it is not some karma sutra title. Whether I believe the reliability of the contents written by the author or not is none of his concern. We ended the unwanted conversation in < 3 mins. I thought that was the end of it and I headed to the magazines' section. I grabbed one women's weekly mag and decided to head to the cashier to make payment for my 2 purchases. Before I could do that, that freaking guy stopped me again, I realised I'd been followed!!! Why can't he just leave me alone? He started to introduced himself as Rxxxxx and I was 'coerced' to tell him my name. He asked if I have more female or guy friends and that a girl like me who is 'quite pretty' doesn't need to read a book like this. I wasn't flattered but thanked him for his compliment out of courtesy. He started to ask me what kind of job I was holding and the firm I was in. I am fine with telling him what kind of job I'm working as but no way am I gonna tell him where my firm is. He chuckled when he could see that I was rather defensive and reassured me that he wasn't a 'stalker'. R tried to tell me to be easy too.... WTF!!?!! Pardon my language here. I found him irritating, I didn't like his name, very nosey and besides, he is not my dad. He is eloquent, but hell, who cares?? It is not in my least interest if he happened to be some CEO or in some high profile profession. I love going to borders but I should shun from this place for the time being. Luckily, I got a few titles to keep me occupied. Thank goodnesss...

Left Borders elated with my new purchases, I wanted to find a cozy place to start reading my book. I wanted to go to Alley's bar. Many would think that I am deranged to read in a pub. Poor lightings and all... Hehehe... It is not that bad really. I wanted to drink my favourite frozen strawberry margarita too. It was already 10.45pm then and Alley's bar was obviously crowded. I knew my only sensible choice was to head back to my cozy bedroom. As I was making my way out of the rows of pubs , a Kwai Lo stopped me and asked if I was meeting someone or I was alone by myself. I replied politely that I was meeting someone and he left me to go. I don't see myself as a SPG, never have a good impression of Kwai Los. I seriously wanted to have a drink by myself, not in the mood to make new friends and I disliked to be picked up by guys in the pub. I will have my frozen strawberry margarita on a weekday then. What a bizarre night!

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Death by my Ferragamo shoes

Killer shoes by Ferragamo


It seems like a fine Tuesday to me, getting ready to work and slipping into my usual business attire. As usual, I was taking my own sweet time to get myself all ready and at the same time I wanted to catch a private bus which goes via CTE to my office building by paying a mere S$2.50. It may be slightly expensive than public transport but the bus is always air-conditioned and almost everyone will be able to grab a seat throughout the journey. The bus only travels by a certain route starting from Kensington Road in Serangoon Gardens to International Plaza. Ok, back to the highlight of my morning affair. I was afraid that I’d miss the last private bus for the morning, so I decided to quicken my steps and try to run for every few metres. I couldn’t construe what I did, my shoes suddenly gave way and I twisted my ankle. Ouch! I was in great pain, squatting on the ground for a couple of secs as it was too painful to get up. No one tried to get out of their car to help me up. No one did. Suddenly, it dawned on me that Singaporeans are such 'fine' people living in such a 'fine' city. What can I possibly do to improve the situation? Pulled myself up and limped away and again try to run to the private bus. Sometimes, I was toying with the idea of wearing my jogging shoes so that I’d take a much shorter time to reach the waiting point for those private buses. Running time: 5mins Walking time: 10mins. Whatever the options I may adopt in the future, they don’t matter now coz’ my right ankle is swollen like a pig trotter. Nearest medical clinic? 15 mins’ walk. Anyone to help me to the clinic? No one. Relieved that I am not out on an engagement and I wouldn’t want to take any freaking medical leave for it. Maybe it is my lucky day today.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Losing interest

I skipped lunch again. No breakfast for me either. If I do remember to eat, I may take my dinner but very likely I may skip my dinner too. The pleasure of eating seems to fade away gradually. I used to enjoy fine dining and great food like laksa with more ‘si hum’, fried kway teow, lor mee etc but these days I find eating is a sure waste of time and snacking is an undesirable act which I used to practice religiously. I looked inside my fridge the other day and found the following items:

(i) Freezer- 2 boxes of ice-creams;
(ii) Non-freezer sections- 3 big boxes of Thornton’s chocolates (50% already being consumed I think), 3 boxes of Belgium chocolates, and a few Kit-Kat look-alike chocolates bars, a box of Champagne Chocolates from Royce;
(iii) Apples and oranges (not really considered as snacks in my context).

It is shocking I know. Chocolates seem to take up quite abit of storage space in my family fridge. I love chocolates, I really do. So is my family. However, I am not a regular patron to my fridge now. It is water that I can’t live without. Just a mouthful or two of food will fill me up the whole day and simply to knock out the dizzy monster if I encounter any sometimes.

Got something for myself


Recently I mentioned that I had a new haircut. So, I decided to get myself a really nice and pretty hairband to put it over my nicely cut hair (in my opinion). I met up with J in town for coffee and got her to assist me to source for an appropriate hairband. I wanted something different and not common looking. Mostly importantly, I need to look good with it.Thank goodness, I found my ideal hairband in Takashimaya. It cost me $23. Expensive but I think it is good buy. I love the diamond-like crystals between the small pearls. It made me happy.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Dinner

Discovered a nice Japanese restaurant in Far East Square with a friend, Z. Initial plan was merely to go for some drinks at Kazbar but since Z has not taken his dinner, I decided to have a light dinner with him. I couldn't remember the name of the restaurant. I think it is located opposite some pubs. It was 9plus, almost 10pm and most food outlets were closed. This Japanese place was closing for the night too but decided to serve us as their last customers. We felt embarrassed to make the staff to work for at least another hour just to serve 2 ultra late diners but we still stayed on. It was hilarious to see that we were the only 2 souls in the restaurant munching sashimi, sushi etc...

Customer service was excellent, food was fantastic! Had my favourite unagi. OMG, I almost flew off the top of the ceiling when I tasted the unagi! One of the best so far since the last time I had unagi at Keyaki in Pan Pacific Hotel. Salmon sashimi and a few other types of sashimi were great too. They simply melted in your mouth as you chewed each bit of the meat. Unbelievable right? But hey, I'm not lying for the least bit. I shall make a trip to the Japanese Restaurant again, remember the shop's name and put it in this article, so anyone who enjoys Japanese cuisine will know of another good eating place. Not very pricey but it's good to pamper yourself once a month.

A Diet but not a diet


Fancy losing 4 kgs over a span of 1 week. Diet plan? Should I call it the 'love' diet when there is no love in this diet? Am I trying very hard to create an impression? No, I'm not and I sucks in creating an impression since my Engrish is not powderful. Water has been my daily staple of 'food' for the past 2 weeks. Maybe I should include bread too. Bread and water sound so GOOD together. This meal plan is created by H but I always seems to have a problem of sticking to it. Could be due to my lack of discipline and will power. I wonder how great or weak is my will power. Definitely not great, someone once said to me. Losing the interest to eat is not never in my agenda unless faced with a 'special' event. I am losing sleep too besides the lack of appettite. Chocolates don't excite me anymore even though they may be from Godiva or some other Belgium chocolates. My taste buds are unable to taste the real goodness of food at this juncture. "What is going on here?", I asked myself time and time again. Strange thing is, I still have a slight craving for Japanese cuisine. Cravings there may be... it's just pure cravings and the urge to fill my hungry stomach is not there. I believe my body is protesting against me right now and regret that I am the mistress of this defenceless body. Restless, dizziness... symptoms experiencing by my body right now. Sounds more like a killer-diet.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

New Haircut

Went for a haircut finally... Trimmed off all my split ends I think, successfully. The hair stylist asked me what kind of hair style do I prefer, so I requested him to cut a fringe across my forehead in a more 'stylish' form. As usual, I was very satisfied with his skills everytime I visited his salon. He is a creative hair stylist at Ginrich, a hair salon located inside Heeren. His name is Alvin if anyone wants to try out his hair cutting skills. I left his salon grinning from ear to ear. Money well-spent I guess.

Anyone I know who saw my new hairdo gave me a thumbs up. H likes my new hairdo too compared to my previously messy untrimmed rather long hair. I felt more refreshed more. I asked H if I looked younger and he said that I looked '17'. Of course, I know that he was just teasing me.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Love Is...

Love is the act of giving love tokens to your partner without thinking if he is going to return your love. These tokens can be tangible or non-tangible. If the exchange of love has to be an exact reciprocal, maybe this is not true love. Why is loving someone can be so complicated and painful for some while others yet blissful and everlasting? Who understands the true meaning of love? Taking vows no longer act as a 'guarantee' for happily-ever-after marriage. Why take marriage vows then? Just to please all the spectators who attended the ceremony especially for the parents whose greatest wish is to make sure their precious ones are in good hands. Does anyone take relationship seriously these days? Why is it so hard to make the other one happy and contented? Is there really no solution to a happy relationship? I believe there is but it takes alot of patience to see the relationship blossom to an almost perfect one. Sadly, there is no such perfect relationship with these main characters ,' Perfect guy and Perfect woman'. Sometimes, I suspect that the material world is the main culprit. Nothing is ever sufficient. No one will ever be contented with their present possessions for they're never good enough and in their eyes, they're always something better to look out for.
Loving someone is like taking an investment risk. If he returns your love and appreciates all the little love gestures, you can see that your investment is giving you returns. Love investment should never be measured in monetary form for love is priceless and eternal.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Revenge of the lobsters!!!

Belgo @ Covent Gardens

I thought I'll never find cheap and good deals in London since practically almost everything is barely affordable. But H told me that he knew of a restuarant which served value for money meals. This wonderful place is called Belgo located at Covent Gardens. Belgo is a cozy place to dine at. Serving portions are decent. Everytime you dine at Belgo, you'll be given a stamp on their meal card. Once you collected 4 stamps, you can claim a free meal during their lunch express. It's quite a good deal. I love their 'Beat the Clock'. You get to eat selected main courses at the price based on the time you placed the order on menu. Each stamp is given based on each dining table, not the number of diners though. H and I would try to dine at Belgo if we happened to be at that area.

Lobsters' treat for H's birthday on the 25th July 06

We arrived in London at the right time as the lobster season has started. It is never cheap to have lobsters in Singapore as it will be so highly unaffordable. But this isn't the case for Belgo and London. H'll always let me have lobster while he has cheap steak. Not that I demand for it, but he feels that I deserved a good meal on special occasions. So on his birthday, I decided to treat him to a lobster's meal at our favourite Belgo restaurant. He enjoyed it very much and told me that was the best lobster he had but I wished that I could've brought him to a much better place for he always spend a lot on me for dinner treats. So did we collect enough stamps to get a free meal? Yes, we did. If not for H, I'd never know of such a wonderful place to dine at.




Friday, September 15, 2006

A new discovery


Barely a few days ago, I made a new discovery. Not a new invention or a new proof that can win me a nobel prize yada yada yada... I discovered a black -colored spot shaped like a small island possibly bigger than the size of Singapre on the altas map under my big toe nail. If I wasn't trimming my nails, I'd not be spotting it as it was not exactly visible unless at close range of approximately 2 cm between my eyes and the toe. Hmm... seems like I making a full description of my 'discovery'. I told H about it. H felt that I shouldn't be too overly worried, it could be a bruise (but I don't recall kicking my toe against anything, besides it doesn't hurt). Nevertheless, he advised me to consult a doctor to receive a more accurate diagnosis. Ok, so I headed to my company's doctor. Was told that it is a mole underneath my skin. I am dead sure that I didn't see any black spot growing underneath my toe nail during my previous nails trimming. It is highly unlikely to miss seeing the eye-catching spot.

Back to the doctor, she told me it may be cancerous. Told me to monitor for 2 weeks if the mole grow bigger. If it does, I need to go for a minor op to remove it. Even if it is a non-cancerous mole, it'll be better to remove it to be on the safer side. I asked her, "Dr X, what cause the growth of this mole?" She replied," Nothing triggers it, it is just bad luck." Those words hit me hard. So, I am having Lady Bad Luck as my best buddy now. I admit that I was slightly upset, closed to tears when I left the clinic. I needed a shoulder to cry on then but couldn't think of anyone. I wish H will rush down to comfort me but it may be too much to ask of him. Is this how doctor comfort the patients these days? Maybe it was bad luck again that I got to be consulted by her even though there were a few other doctors around. How simple is the op I wondered? Is it going to be painless as claimed by Dr X? Will I be alright? I have yet to break the news to my parents until I see the specialist on this condition, lest they're worried sick and disrupt their daily life. I've been hit with a series of bad luck this year but I know that my parents especially my mum will be the first to comfort me. Blood is always thicker than water.

For the very first time...


I am not sure exactly how to define a good blog. In fact, I should try to make this the 'really' first blog. Too late I guess...hahahah... Mine's definitely not a good one as I am just a starter blogger. It is funny how things change. I don't enjoy reading blogs in the past even though it seems that reading strangers'online diaries is somewhat an 'in' thing plus giving their comments to the articles written including H (He still enjoys reading blogs very much). To some, it is a ritual to read some blogs before they sleep or when they wake up in the morning. Sounds like an addiction to me. Reading or writing blogs appear to be a daily staple of 'food' for those who truly enjoy them. I'm not sure what got me to write my inner thoughts online. I remember a friend once said,"Everyone is going through changes." It seems that I may be going through changes too. Ok,ok, I think I'm starting to sound alittle crappy here... There're some very good blogs like 'Mr Wang bakes good karma' and 'Mr Brown'. I love his wittiness and sense of humor. How to inject humor and wits in my blog is something I am trying to master. Sometimes, it is inborn. The best thing to do is be myself. I hope the readers will be alittle kinder to the trash that I have presented here. Not sure what I've gotten myself into.

No air-conditioning in London's accommodation!!!


I've finally realised my dream of travelling to the UK and some EU cities. I was so excited about the whole trip and not forgetting that I would burn a big hole in my pocket. I kept telling myself before the trip that I'd not spend unneccessarily and stick to the cheapest food available. Oh well, things normally won't go as planned especially for budget. For the planning, my guy planned for 90% of the itinerary or almost 95%. I planned the remaining 5% since I'd be on my own for about a week in London. The thought of being on my own in a foreign country got me slightly uncomfortable but I'm sure I can survive. Took Quantas to London. Dinner was served and the food was bad, suddenly I began to appreciate the food from China Airlines (not that it is exactly that great). But thankfully, no one was occupying the 2 seats beside me, so I managed to sleep 'properly' during my whole flight to London. Oh, I took the flight to London on my own and my guy took another flight from another airlines. Why the difference in airlines? Due to availability of tickets. 13 hours later, I finally touched down at Heathrow Airport smoothly. But that was not the end, I had to take a express train to another terminal to meet my Guy. More than 30 minutes later, he arrived. We headed to purchase ticket to travel to Paddington Station. OMG, it costs 14.50 pounds just to get to the bloody station. I told myself that I can SURVIVE in London, I definitely can. Getting to the hotel which my Guy booked wasn't a difficult thing for him, though I was rather confused by the tube lines in London. Multiple colours linking to various stations looked like a major maze to me. I was amazed at how small the hotel was. Lift was small and there was no air-con in our room!!! And we paid 72pounds per night. Ok, there was free flow of breakfast but still, no air-con!!!! Situations like these are not uncommon in London and it seems Londoners believe in no air-conditioning since there is only one season of summer during the whole year. But I know I'd grow to 'love' London during my trip there.

My Lovely Parents



Sometimes I asked myself, "What've I done? I should not have done this, or that." I tried not to think so much but my thoughts kept haunting me. I envy my friends who seem to be leading a blissful life. Life is short and I should treasure every minute and second with my loved ones. It is always easy to give advice but not following it. Of course, I do have my good times and I shan't complain much. I am greatful to my parents who have given me everything I want in life and give me utmost support to all my decisions. I must admit that there're times I made the wrong decisions because I did not listen to my parents. They've been through the world longer than I do and they'd never do anything to harm me. My parents and family have been my strongest pole of support during my journey in life. I regrets alot over my actions sometimes but I know deep down in my heart that I can't turn back the clock. I remind myself constantly to make everyone I care and love as happy as possible. So, whenever I've the opportunity I'd think of surprises to make their day. I guess for this behaviour, I inherited from my mom. I remember once when I was a little girl, my mum bought me a pony toy from 'My Little Pony' for Christmas. She put the nicely wrapped toy beside my bed and she pushed it to me when I woke up. I remembered a few days back, she refused to buy the toy for me when I told her that I wanted it. On my 21st birthday, my mum got me a diamond pendant when I asked for a lower-priced diamond ring instead. I was surprised and very elated then. Todate, she is still performing little surprises for me. No one else has done more than she has done for me. Women seem to be more of an emotional creature than men. My parents did a great job in bringing me up and there's no way I can ever repay their kindness. They're too good to be true. Beautiful childhood memories which I will remember all my life. Lovely Haagen Daz cake bought for me by my sweet dad on my recent birthday.

05 Dang Shin Eun.....