The blog will be taking a break for about 10 days as the Starfish makes its way down under... but you can be sure if I have convenient internet access, I'd be blogging to update you on my travel experiences. I'd be back in Singapore on 6 January. In the meantime, take care, have a great new year, and see you all soon!
27 December 2003
25 December 2003
The Wedding Speech
This was the "speech" I came up with at Priscilla's wedding. I had less than an hour to prepare it... I think I'd done better with more time, probably even make Pris and Roy cry! :)
Good evening, family, relatives and friends of Priscilla and Roy. It is an honour and pleasure to speak about Priscilla to all of you this evening.
I have been friends with Priscilla since Primary One. Til today, I cherish the fond memory of the day when our Primary One form teacher, Mrs Goh, partnered the both of us together as we were of the same height. From then on, we were like peanut butter and jelly, or fish and chips – almost inseparable.
And though we went on leading our own separate lives after secondary school – I went to the junior college, and Priscilla to the polytechnic – me to NUS, and Pris to Sheffield U, we still kept very much in touch. And though we may not have met as often, we remained close at heart.
But enough said about us. Let me speak a little more about the blushing bride tonight.
When I think of Priscilla, I think of a woman of patience, kindness, humility and subtle strength. She has never failed to be a friend to me in my time of need, or just lend a listening ear. Over the years, I have learnt a lot from her, through her advice, and by her example. Of course, I have also never failed to envy her beauty – long eye lashes, perfect porcelain skin, lanky legs, silky black hair…and the list goes on. In my heart, I told myself – whoever marries her will be a real lucky man.
And so, when Priscilla broke the news to me earlier this year that she was going to marry her first love, Roy, I could not conceal my joy for her. I have seen them look at each other in the eyes when they were dating, hold each other’s hands, speak softly and lovingly to each other – I could see that they were very much in love with each other. If anything, I saw that Priscilla was the most comfortable, and most herself when she’s with Roy. Indeed, if I could boldly say it, I think they brought out the best in each other.
Roy told me one day, when we were preparing for their wedding, that it was a dream come true for him to marry Priscilla. The tone of his voice told me that he really loved her, and that he would cherish her for the rest of his life.
And as I see them take their wedding vows today, I smile as I see the happiness and love in their eyes. They have embarked on a new journey together, and I wish them both all God’s choicest blessings from above. I know and believe with God showering his love over them, together with their love for each other, they will lead a fulfilling married life.
Priscilla – I now take a bow out of the platter of fish and chips, or in the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and take on the role of a side dish instead. Because you and Roy now make up the perfect classic combination of champagne and caviar – and I couldn’t be happier.
Congratulations, Roy & Pris – I love you both!
Good evening, family, relatives and friends of Priscilla and Roy. It is an honour and pleasure to speak about Priscilla to all of you this evening.
I have been friends with Priscilla since Primary One. Til today, I cherish the fond memory of the day when our Primary One form teacher, Mrs Goh, partnered the both of us together as we were of the same height. From then on, we were like peanut butter and jelly, or fish and chips – almost inseparable.
And though we went on leading our own separate lives after secondary school – I went to the junior college, and Priscilla to the polytechnic – me to NUS, and Pris to Sheffield U, we still kept very much in touch. And though we may not have met as often, we remained close at heart.
But enough said about us. Let me speak a little more about the blushing bride tonight.
When I think of Priscilla, I think of a woman of patience, kindness, humility and subtle strength. She has never failed to be a friend to me in my time of need, or just lend a listening ear. Over the years, I have learnt a lot from her, through her advice, and by her example. Of course, I have also never failed to envy her beauty – long eye lashes, perfect porcelain skin, lanky legs, silky black hair…and the list goes on. In my heart, I told myself – whoever marries her will be a real lucky man.
And so, when Priscilla broke the news to me earlier this year that she was going to marry her first love, Roy, I could not conceal my joy for her. I have seen them look at each other in the eyes when they were dating, hold each other’s hands, speak softly and lovingly to each other – I could see that they were very much in love with each other. If anything, I saw that Priscilla was the most comfortable, and most herself when she’s with Roy. Indeed, if I could boldly say it, I think they brought out the best in each other.
Roy told me one day, when we were preparing for their wedding, that it was a dream come true for him to marry Priscilla. The tone of his voice told me that he really loved her, and that he would cherish her for the rest of his life.
And as I see them take their wedding vows today, I smile as I see the happiness and love in their eyes. They have embarked on a new journey together, and I wish them both all God’s choicest blessings from above. I know and believe with God showering his love over them, together with their love for each other, they will lead a fulfilling married life.
Priscilla – I now take a bow out of the platter of fish and chips, or in the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and take on the role of a side dish instead. Because you and Roy now make up the perfect classic combination of champagne and caviar – and I couldn’t be happier.
Congratulations, Roy & Pris – I love you both!
24 December 2003
What a weekend!
My mum's delayed flight
My mum's flight was delayed by 3 hours. So, instead of picking her up at the airport at 2355 on the Saturday, Grace and I had to sacrifice our sleep and pick her up at 3am at the airport. She had with her two huge luggage, a hand-carry and a harversack, plus some last minute duty free shopping. I wondered if she brought back the whole of Canada.
Of course, she was excited and happy to see us. Both of us on the other hand, were wondering if we could catch any sleep. Apparently not. As my mum unpacked bag by bag, she gave both of us a running commentary of what she bought, where she bought it from, how much it costs, and what a bargain she had. Then came the not so nice stories of being bored in Canada, and how frustrated she was, and how home-sick she was. She didn't quite get the hint when we both told her we needed to get to Priscilla's wedding the next day. All we could do was to sit there in the kitchen as she emptied her bags, and have the whole kitchen and living room strewn with clothes and foreign goods.
As the clock ticked away, I resigned to the fact that I was not going to get any sleep at all. I needed to get to Pris's home by 8am. Grace will be giving me a lift there, so we'd leave at 7.30am. That meant I had to start packing my stuff and get prepared by 6am. I looked at the clock - 5.34am. I said "Mum, I'm gonna catch 40 winks. Have to be up at 6am to prepare to get to Priscilla's wedding" "No, no", she insisted. "I still have some more things to show you." Oh well. How can you say no to your mum whom you've not seen for a month, right?
And so, Grace and I stayed with her for a while. My eyes could not take it anymore. "Bye mum" I said. "I need sleep. I'll be at Pris wedding the whole day." "Aiyo, so poor thing", she sympathised. Grace and I went to the room to sleep. I kept the lights on as I knew if I had them switched off, I'd oversleep.
I was awakened by a "click". Mum had switched off my room light. I looked at the clock. 6.05am. I needed to be up. I asked my mum why she switched off the light. "No, lah.. Go, go sleep properly." "No, mum. I have to be at Pris's home by 8am. I have to get up now". "Aiyo - so poor thing. I didn't know." I rolled my eyes in exasperation in my head. Didn't I tell her???!!!
Oh well.
Priscilla's Wedding
I must have been on an adrenalin high cos I was fully awake throughout the day. Lee Yee and I had a fun time making fun of Roy - asking him to create a love poem in Mandarin, and having him eat lemons. Martin was such a dear best man. Helped Roy gobble up almost he whole lemon! Then we moved on from place to place for the tea ceremonies, and finally to the hotel.
I was tasked with saying something about Priscilla at the eleventh hour. Martin thought I'd be the best person to speak. I was shocked, excited, honoured, and really having a mental block. I had only about an hour to think of what I was going to say. A quarter of my mind wanted the bed badly, the other two quarters were planning the logistics of things for the dinner that evening. The last quarter was wondering what to say. I could only think with a PC in front of me, so I called Grace to bring her laptop down. I'm so thankful she did. I don't think I'd be able to come up with anything if I had to rely on plain ol pen and paper!
And so, I gave my little "speech" after the solemnization. Priscilla was surprised. She thought I was going to "sabo" her. But I nearly made her cry. She said she was glad I stopped, or she'd have... Damn! If I had known a day earlier I had to speak, I'm sure I'd make her cry!!
The wedding was really beautiful. Simple and elegant. Two long rows of close friends and loved ones feasting on beef and fish at Chijmes. Roses, cinnamon sticks and pretty ribbons were all part of the theme of the wedding. Everyone was relaxed and mingling with each other. Soft laughters were heard, and smiles were seen at every corner. Dim orange lighting complemented the flickering flames from the gold and white candles. All these against the background of jazz music. Awww... what could have been better? I guess what made it all beautiful was that I was sharing in the joy and love of two beautiful people.
I had a bad gastric attack during the wedding, and so was not able to savour the food. (What a waste!!). And so after the dinner, after downing two gastric pills, I headed with Wendy to the nearby 7-11 for a hot cup of milo. She bought nachos, which we brought back to the hotel room at Raffles the Plaza (Wendy booked the room), sat at the balcony, ate and spoke til my eyes couldn't take it no more. I finally succumed to the nice fluffy pillows at 2.30am.
The morning after
I woke up the next morning feeling sick. My throat felt sore. I could feel the undigested nachos in my stomach still. I felt feverish, then I started to sneeze. Wendy and I went out for breakfast at Purvis street. I was downing lots of water and green tea to "cool" myself down. But it didn't seem to work. So, after that, I went to the nearest pharmacy where I got a pack of decolgen.
When we went back to the hotel, the sun was peeking through the clouds. That made Wendy a little happier - she could tan. I chased her to the pool, while I downed two pills with lots of water and headed back for the bed. I must have slept for less than half an hour when I was awakened by the sound of my vibrating phone. It was mum. She was on the way to the hotel. I must have been really sound asleep cos I missed three other calls and two messages. I still felt sick.
Pris and Roy came over soon after to collect their "money bag" which I kept for them. Mum decided to update them with the latest "news" from Canada. I was in a daze. The decolgen was beginning to set in... Maybe the lack of sleep as well. I was zoning out.. All I thought of was sleep.
Pris and Roy left for lunch and mum decided to go shopping. I finally got some sleep. The two hours of sleep I had was good. I felt much better after I woke up. Wendy came back from her tan and spa. After a bath, we both went out for lunch. I must have been really hungry or really greedy cos I ate lots. When I reached home after we checked out, I was still hungry. Ate another two peanut butter sandwiches before leaving for my Spanish class.
Spanish Class
When I signed up for the class, the girl told me that the tutor is a charming man. I didn't expect him to be young as well - and eligible? Hmm... OK. Enough said. Spanish class was fun although my head was still heavy from the cold and effects of decolgen. Hola Amigo! Over two and a half hours, all 12 of us in class made a fool out of ourselves as we tried to grapple with the new language. Too bad I'd be in Sydney for the next two lessons, so I'd have to revise on my own and see less of the tutor! Cute guy!
What a weekend... I am tired. But it was all worth it cos I feel happy.
My doctor
I saw my doctor again today. He's back from his leave. He looks happy. He said I'm all OK. He checked my aching wrist and said it's probably a strain. He doesn't recommend I go rock climbing though.. He also said he'd be having his own clinic soon and will let me know when he does. He took down my email address. I walked out of the clinic a happy girl. I don't know why. I just feel happy.
It's just past midnight. It's officially Christmas Eve now. I have a dinner at my granduncle's home tonight. Mum's going to surprise them cos none of them knows she's back yet. After that, Grace, my mum, bother and I will go for midnight Mass.
Christmas is coming, and I just love it!
Merry Christmas.. or as they say it in Spanish - Feliz Navidad!
My mum's flight was delayed by 3 hours. So, instead of picking her up at the airport at 2355 on the Saturday, Grace and I had to sacrifice our sleep and pick her up at 3am at the airport. She had with her two huge luggage, a hand-carry and a harversack, plus some last minute duty free shopping. I wondered if she brought back the whole of Canada.
Of course, she was excited and happy to see us. Both of us on the other hand, were wondering if we could catch any sleep. Apparently not. As my mum unpacked bag by bag, she gave both of us a running commentary of what she bought, where she bought it from, how much it costs, and what a bargain she had. Then came the not so nice stories of being bored in Canada, and how frustrated she was, and how home-sick she was. She didn't quite get the hint when we both told her we needed to get to Priscilla's wedding the next day. All we could do was to sit there in the kitchen as she emptied her bags, and have the whole kitchen and living room strewn with clothes and foreign goods.
As the clock ticked away, I resigned to the fact that I was not going to get any sleep at all. I needed to get to Pris's home by 8am. Grace will be giving me a lift there, so we'd leave at 7.30am. That meant I had to start packing my stuff and get prepared by 6am. I looked at the clock - 5.34am. I said "Mum, I'm gonna catch 40 winks. Have to be up at 6am to prepare to get to Priscilla's wedding" "No, no", she insisted. "I still have some more things to show you." Oh well. How can you say no to your mum whom you've not seen for a month, right?
And so, Grace and I stayed with her for a while. My eyes could not take it anymore. "Bye mum" I said. "I need sleep. I'll be at Pris wedding the whole day." "Aiyo, so poor thing", she sympathised. Grace and I went to the room to sleep. I kept the lights on as I knew if I had them switched off, I'd oversleep.
I was awakened by a "click". Mum had switched off my room light. I looked at the clock. 6.05am. I needed to be up. I asked my mum why she switched off the light. "No, lah.. Go, go sleep properly." "No, mum. I have to be at Pris's home by 8am. I have to get up now". "Aiyo - so poor thing. I didn't know." I rolled my eyes in exasperation in my head. Didn't I tell her???!!!
Oh well.
Priscilla's Wedding
I must have been on an adrenalin high cos I was fully awake throughout the day. Lee Yee and I had a fun time making fun of Roy - asking him to create a love poem in Mandarin, and having him eat lemons. Martin was such a dear best man. Helped Roy gobble up almost he whole lemon! Then we moved on from place to place for the tea ceremonies, and finally to the hotel.
I was tasked with saying something about Priscilla at the eleventh hour. Martin thought I'd be the best person to speak. I was shocked, excited, honoured, and really having a mental block. I had only about an hour to think of what I was going to say. A quarter of my mind wanted the bed badly, the other two quarters were planning the logistics of things for the dinner that evening. The last quarter was wondering what to say. I could only think with a PC in front of me, so I called Grace to bring her laptop down. I'm so thankful she did. I don't think I'd be able to come up with anything if I had to rely on plain ol pen and paper!
And so, I gave my little "speech" after the solemnization. Priscilla was surprised. She thought I was going to "sabo" her. But I nearly made her cry. She said she was glad I stopped, or she'd have... Damn! If I had known a day earlier I had to speak, I'm sure I'd make her cry!!
The wedding was really beautiful. Simple and elegant. Two long rows of close friends and loved ones feasting on beef and fish at Chijmes. Roses, cinnamon sticks and pretty ribbons were all part of the theme of the wedding. Everyone was relaxed and mingling with each other. Soft laughters were heard, and smiles were seen at every corner. Dim orange lighting complemented the flickering flames from the gold and white candles. All these against the background of jazz music. Awww... what could have been better? I guess what made it all beautiful was that I was sharing in the joy and love of two beautiful people.
I had a bad gastric attack during the wedding, and so was not able to savour the food. (What a waste!!). And so after the dinner, after downing two gastric pills, I headed with Wendy to the nearby 7-11 for a hot cup of milo. She bought nachos, which we brought back to the hotel room at Raffles the Plaza (Wendy booked the room), sat at the balcony, ate and spoke til my eyes couldn't take it no more. I finally succumed to the nice fluffy pillows at 2.30am.
The morning after
I woke up the next morning feeling sick. My throat felt sore. I could feel the undigested nachos in my stomach still. I felt feverish, then I started to sneeze. Wendy and I went out for breakfast at Purvis street. I was downing lots of water and green tea to "cool" myself down. But it didn't seem to work. So, after that, I went to the nearest pharmacy where I got a pack of decolgen.
When we went back to the hotel, the sun was peeking through the clouds. That made Wendy a little happier - she could tan. I chased her to the pool, while I downed two pills with lots of water and headed back for the bed. I must have slept for less than half an hour when I was awakened by the sound of my vibrating phone. It was mum. She was on the way to the hotel. I must have been really sound asleep cos I missed three other calls and two messages. I still felt sick.
Pris and Roy came over soon after to collect their "money bag" which I kept for them. Mum decided to update them with the latest "news" from Canada. I was in a daze. The decolgen was beginning to set in... Maybe the lack of sleep as well. I was zoning out.. All I thought of was sleep.
Pris and Roy left for lunch and mum decided to go shopping. I finally got some sleep. The two hours of sleep I had was good. I felt much better after I woke up. Wendy came back from her tan and spa. After a bath, we both went out for lunch. I must have been really hungry or really greedy cos I ate lots. When I reached home after we checked out, I was still hungry. Ate another two peanut butter sandwiches before leaving for my Spanish class.
Spanish Class
When I signed up for the class, the girl told me that the tutor is a charming man. I didn't expect him to be young as well - and eligible? Hmm... OK. Enough said. Spanish class was fun although my head was still heavy from the cold and effects of decolgen. Hola Amigo! Over two and a half hours, all 12 of us in class made a fool out of ourselves as we tried to grapple with the new language. Too bad I'd be in Sydney for the next two lessons, so I'd have to revise on my own and see less of the tutor! Cute guy!
What a weekend... I am tired. But it was all worth it cos I feel happy.
My doctor
I saw my doctor again today. He's back from his leave. He looks happy. He said I'm all OK. He checked my aching wrist and said it's probably a strain. He doesn't recommend I go rock climbing though.. He also said he'd be having his own clinic soon and will let me know when he does. He took down my email address. I walked out of the clinic a happy girl. I don't know why. I just feel happy.
It's just past midnight. It's officially Christmas Eve now. I have a dinner at my granduncle's home tonight. Mum's going to surprise them cos none of them knows she's back yet. After that, Grace, my mum, bother and I will go for midnight Mass.
Christmas is coming, and I just love it!
Merry Christmas.. or as they say it in Spanish - Feliz Navidad!
20 December 2003
Just Words
TIRED. SLEEPY. BLOATING. HAPPY. EXCITED. ADRENALIN RUSH. BUSY.
So much to do. Not enough time.
Do less, expect less? Or push harder, do it all?
That's how I'm feeling now...
So much to do. Not enough time.
Do less, expect less? Or push harder, do it all?
That's how I'm feeling now...
19 December 2003
Oh! So Tired...!
The platform in my room is no longer a bed for me to laze on. It is lined with pretty wedding booklets and place cards, all adorned with olive green ribbons and cinnamon sticks. I laid them all out nicely, like paddy on a field. Thanks to Wendy who came by yesterday to tie the remaining ribbons while I busied myself with perfecting each and every booklet and place card. Bending down to tie them all was back-breaking, but at the end of it all, it was all worth it. I can't help but smile and feel a sense of accomplishment and shy pride each time I walk into my room. It's finally all done - except for putting a score line on each place card so it'll be easier to fold later.
My eyes are beginning to be surrounded by a shadow of grey. Little saggy pouches sit comofortable below my eyes. As I juggle cleaning the house, preparing for Christmas, perfecting Pris and Roy's wedding, meeting up with old friends and now doing the arrangements for my mum's return, I feel tired - very tired. The lack of sleep makes my body ache and weak. All I want to do is to lie down for a whole day in a soft, white comfortable bed, listening to the sounds of Steve Tyrell. But I can't. Each time I try to catch 40 winks, the adrenalin rush in me stops me from falling asleep. A million thoughts go through my head as I mentally go through a list of things I should be doing. Before I know it, I'm up again, doing things. The body is tired, but the mind is not!
I hope I will have a good break at Sydney. Half the time, or rather most of the time, I forget I'd be going there! There's just so many things to do that the trip seems to be the last thing on my mind. As I type, I remember that I've got Spanish classes next Monday... And I have yet to send out to my salsa classmates the list of emails and addresses I've compiled. We're supposed to go somewhere sometime to practise our steps.. Oh no.. think I forgot them all!
My mum called this morning. She sounded a whole lot better. Apparently, she talked her way out by a white lie to come back to Singapore early. Guess she really miss home, and wanted to come back badly. It makes me wonder... if I go overseas to study, will I miss home? Hmmm..
And so, in preparation of my mum's return tomorrow late at night, I have yet another long list of things to do before she gets back. Cleaning the house is at the top of the list.. ironing clothes, doing the laundry... and the list goes on. My brother said we should be using as much soft toilet paper as possible cos when mum gets back, she'll change it to the cheaper rough one... I said don't worry.. I bought 18 rolls of it. We can still use it when she gets back!
My brother is in a cheery mood. He comes up with all kinds of corny jokes and harmless insults on what to do with mum when she gets back.. "How about we leave all the housework to her?" he asked.. "maybe she's not been doing it there, that's why she misses home.." I try to stifle my agreement. My mum is one person who cannot keep still for long. She needs to do things. She's like an ant.. small, but always busy. Guess that's why she's so bored in ol' laid back Canada! She should be in New York!
Oh well, the countdown begins. I'd better type my last few words and move my hands away from the keyboard and towards the new $30 mop I so proudly got when mum was away. Tonight I have a dinner with my ex-colleagues at Raffles Hotel. Haven't seen them for more than a year!
Good day to you, as the starfish steps down to be plain ol' Maria again...
My eyes are beginning to be surrounded by a shadow of grey. Little saggy pouches sit comofortable below my eyes. As I juggle cleaning the house, preparing for Christmas, perfecting Pris and Roy's wedding, meeting up with old friends and now doing the arrangements for my mum's return, I feel tired - very tired. The lack of sleep makes my body ache and weak. All I want to do is to lie down for a whole day in a soft, white comfortable bed, listening to the sounds of Steve Tyrell. But I can't. Each time I try to catch 40 winks, the adrenalin rush in me stops me from falling asleep. A million thoughts go through my head as I mentally go through a list of things I should be doing. Before I know it, I'm up again, doing things. The body is tired, but the mind is not!
I hope I will have a good break at Sydney. Half the time, or rather most of the time, I forget I'd be going there! There's just so many things to do that the trip seems to be the last thing on my mind. As I type, I remember that I've got Spanish classes next Monday... And I have yet to send out to my salsa classmates the list of emails and addresses I've compiled. We're supposed to go somewhere sometime to practise our steps.. Oh no.. think I forgot them all!
My mum called this morning. She sounded a whole lot better. Apparently, she talked her way out by a white lie to come back to Singapore early. Guess she really miss home, and wanted to come back badly. It makes me wonder... if I go overseas to study, will I miss home? Hmmm..
And so, in preparation of my mum's return tomorrow late at night, I have yet another long list of things to do before she gets back. Cleaning the house is at the top of the list.. ironing clothes, doing the laundry... and the list goes on. My brother said we should be using as much soft toilet paper as possible cos when mum gets back, she'll change it to the cheaper rough one... I said don't worry.. I bought 18 rolls of it. We can still use it when she gets back!
My brother is in a cheery mood. He comes up with all kinds of corny jokes and harmless insults on what to do with mum when she gets back.. "How about we leave all the housework to her?" he asked.. "maybe she's not been doing it there, that's why she misses home.." I try to stifle my agreement. My mum is one person who cannot keep still for long. She needs to do things. She's like an ant.. small, but always busy. Guess that's why she's so bored in ol' laid back Canada! She should be in New York!
Oh well, the countdown begins. I'd better type my last few words and move my hands away from the keyboard and towards the new $30 mop I so proudly got when mum was away. Tonight I have a dinner with my ex-colleagues at Raffles Hotel. Haven't seen them for more than a year!
Good day to you, as the starfish steps down to be plain ol' Maria again...
18 December 2003
My mum
It's 2am in the morning, and I can't sleep. My mum just called. She didn't sound right.
She called me up yesterday morning, asking me to get the next flight back to Singapore. She said she missed home, and wasn't enjoying herself. I called Japan Airlines, called her travel agent, and called Simon - my usual travel agent. Simon managed to get her an earlier flight back into Singapore that sees her arriving on Christmas eve. I was elated that I did all of that, considering JAL and her travel agent said all flights were full. I thought she'd be happy. But when I called her just two hours ago, she sounded dazed, almost drugged.
She took down the details that I told her, and said she'd have her tickets changed. But less than an hour after I called her, and less than 15 minutes after I decided to go to bed, I was awoken by the ringing of the telephone. It was mum. She said she called the airline office over her side, and they could get her a flight back into Singapore this Saturday night. I need to call Simon later today to release the booking on this side, so that she can pick it up on her side. Again, she didn't sound right. She spoke in monosyllabic words, almost incoherent. I asked if she was OK. She said she was. But I could sense her voice was breaking into tears, but I don't know why.
I felt helpless as I tried to get back to sleep. Questions raced through my head, wondering why she wanted to come back so soon. She said she wasn't enjoying herself. She said she felt "stifled". I wondered what could have gone wrong. Mixed emotions filled my heart as I said "bye" to her on the phone. I was sad and angry. I just don't like to see my mum cry.
My heart softens for my mum. I love her too much. I've seen her suffer as she brought me and my brother up, and I made a promise to myself that when I can, I'd make life as meaningful and fulfilling as possible. Now that I am working, the tables are turned as I take over the role of taking care of my mum. I let her enjoy the finer things in life when I can afford it. It is a simple sacrifice compared to what she has gone through. It makes me happy to see her happy. I've seen her cry too many times. Probably that's why I hate to see her cry... It just brings back bad memories.
I hope mum is OK. I hope her spirits will be lifted as she packs in preparation to come back home. I hope that she'll smile again when she sees my brother and I. I look forward to hugging her, and welcoming her back home. I do miss her.
If I could have a wish for Christmas, I wish that my mum will be the happiest person on earth this Christmas. I hope that's not too much to ask for.
She called me up yesterday morning, asking me to get the next flight back to Singapore. She said she missed home, and wasn't enjoying herself. I called Japan Airlines, called her travel agent, and called Simon - my usual travel agent. Simon managed to get her an earlier flight back into Singapore that sees her arriving on Christmas eve. I was elated that I did all of that, considering JAL and her travel agent said all flights were full. I thought she'd be happy. But when I called her just two hours ago, she sounded dazed, almost drugged.
She took down the details that I told her, and said she'd have her tickets changed. But less than an hour after I called her, and less than 15 minutes after I decided to go to bed, I was awoken by the ringing of the telephone. It was mum. She said she called the airline office over her side, and they could get her a flight back into Singapore this Saturday night. I need to call Simon later today to release the booking on this side, so that she can pick it up on her side. Again, she didn't sound right. She spoke in monosyllabic words, almost incoherent. I asked if she was OK. She said she was. But I could sense her voice was breaking into tears, but I don't know why.
I felt helpless as I tried to get back to sleep. Questions raced through my head, wondering why she wanted to come back so soon. She said she wasn't enjoying herself. She said she felt "stifled". I wondered what could have gone wrong. Mixed emotions filled my heart as I said "bye" to her on the phone. I was sad and angry. I just don't like to see my mum cry.
My heart softens for my mum. I love her too much. I've seen her suffer as she brought me and my brother up, and I made a promise to myself that when I can, I'd make life as meaningful and fulfilling as possible. Now that I am working, the tables are turned as I take over the role of taking care of my mum. I let her enjoy the finer things in life when I can afford it. It is a simple sacrifice compared to what she has gone through. It makes me happy to see her happy. I've seen her cry too many times. Probably that's why I hate to see her cry... It just brings back bad memories.
I hope mum is OK. I hope her spirits will be lifted as she packs in preparation to come back home. I hope that she'll smile again when she sees my brother and I. I look forward to hugging her, and welcoming her back home. I do miss her.
If I could have a wish for Christmas, I wish that my mum will be the happiest person on earth this Christmas. I hope that's not too much to ask for.
16 December 2003
Cinnamon and Ribbons
Yesterday, Priscilla came over to my place to help tie ribbons of the cinnamon sticks which will be stuck onto the booklets. We tied 90 sticks in all. Will need to go out today to get the remaining 60 sticks. The sticks are all nicely laid out in my room, looking pretty and ready to adorn the nice CD-sized booklets for Priscilla and Roy's wedding this Sunday. I can't wait! The room smells faintly of cinnamon... sweet and spicy - just like the couple. :)
The website's doing great. I finally did up the trial templates. The meeting on Sunday was really fruitful. Almost five hours of discussion has led us to expand the website further, and even exploring on the idea of creating modules of Catholic instruction which people can download, and even making it user-friendly such that even the blind can access the web. I left the meeting feeling good. This is what I call a sense of fulfilment that no money can buy.
The next few days will see me running around from place to place. Preparing for Pris and Roy's wedding, following up on the website, and preparing for Christmas. My calendar's all filled up. I almost forgot I am flying off to Sydney after Christmas! There seems to be so much left to do! But in a way, I like it all. Keeping busy fills my life with meaning. Maybe that's why some people never seem to stop and rest.
My brother has been so wonderful these days. Cheery, jovial, and caring in his own special way. Indeed, I feel so fortunate that I have a brother I can talk to and care for. When I was younger, I used to ask - why not a sister. I've always wanted an older sister... But as years pass, I'm glad I've got my brother. Yes, I do pamper him, but hey, he's so nice, how can I not??!!
This week's the third week of Advent. We lit the pink candle of the advent wreath. It represents Joy. Truly... with the wedding, and Christmas approaching, and looking forward to spending time with all my loved ones - I do feel a sense of Joy. I hope you feel the Joy of the season too...
:)
The website's doing great. I finally did up the trial templates. The meeting on Sunday was really fruitful. Almost five hours of discussion has led us to expand the website further, and even exploring on the idea of creating modules of Catholic instruction which people can download, and even making it user-friendly such that even the blind can access the web. I left the meeting feeling good. This is what I call a sense of fulfilment that no money can buy.
The next few days will see me running around from place to place. Preparing for Pris and Roy's wedding, following up on the website, and preparing for Christmas. My calendar's all filled up. I almost forgot I am flying off to Sydney after Christmas! There seems to be so much left to do! But in a way, I like it all. Keeping busy fills my life with meaning. Maybe that's why some people never seem to stop and rest.
My brother has been so wonderful these days. Cheery, jovial, and caring in his own special way. Indeed, I feel so fortunate that I have a brother I can talk to and care for. When I was younger, I used to ask - why not a sister. I've always wanted an older sister... But as years pass, I'm glad I've got my brother. Yes, I do pamper him, but hey, he's so nice, how can I not??!!
This week's the third week of Advent. We lit the pink candle of the advent wreath. It represents Joy. Truly... with the wedding, and Christmas approaching, and looking forward to spending time with all my loved ones - I do feel a sense of Joy. I hope you feel the Joy of the season too...
:)
14 December 2003
Yesterday and Today
It was a hectic day yesterday. Was zooming about from place to place... Home, dance class, wedding at St Teresa's Church, had a hair cut, IKEA.... Was up late churning out the Christmas List for relatives... And up again early this morning to do some household chores before Mass and later for the website meeting. I hope they will all like the design I did.
Just a quick thought for today - something I read from the latest issue of ELLE:
"If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude. Don't complain." - African-American author and poet laureate Maya-Angelou
As I sign off, I'm thinking.... "This is probably the shortest blog I've ever written." Have a good Sunday!
Just a quick thought for today - something I read from the latest issue of ELLE:
"If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude. Don't complain." - African-American author and poet laureate Maya-Angelou
As I sign off, I'm thinking.... "This is probably the shortest blog I've ever written." Have a good Sunday!
12 December 2003
Dream a dream ... and make it real
The line came from someone else's blog. I visited the blog often but it didn't really hit me as hard as it did a few nights back. Again, I was re-evaluating my life, and wondered what my dreams were. If you recall, sometime back, I was feeling as though there was no direction in life. I felt lost, wondering where I was going. In short, I felt blind. I am glad to say that as I slowly thought through things, and spoke with a few people, I think I have found direction again by looking back at my dreams.
Dreams are often forgotten. As we move on in life, we discount them as difficult to attain - or even impossible. We chide ourselves for being unrealistic. We learn to be pragmatic. Life is difficult enough. Why make it more so by trying to fulfil a dream that's so hard to attain? And so, we push aside our dreams, deeming them to be impossibilities only found in others' lives.
Perhaps I've been pushing aside my dreams for too long - so long that I have since forgotten about them.
And so now, with renewed enthusiasm to make my dream come true, I feel empowered and determined. I have found direction. Of course, like everything else, I know that life will bring me ups and downs that will not make the journey a simple one. But these will be lessons for me to learn, to make me a better person, to teach me how life is supposed to be. And I know that at the end of all this, when my dream is fulfilled, I know that it'll all be worth it.
I have dreamt a dream. Now, I am going to make it real. To you who said that - a big thank you.
Dreams are often forgotten. As we move on in life, we discount them as difficult to attain - or even impossible. We chide ourselves for being unrealistic. We learn to be pragmatic. Life is difficult enough. Why make it more so by trying to fulfil a dream that's so hard to attain? And so, we push aside our dreams, deeming them to be impossibilities only found in others' lives.
Perhaps I've been pushing aside my dreams for too long - so long that I have since forgotten about them.
And so now, with renewed enthusiasm to make my dream come true, I feel empowered and determined. I have found direction. Of course, like everything else, I know that life will bring me ups and downs that will not make the journey a simple one. But these will be lessons for me to learn, to make me a better person, to teach me how life is supposed to be. And I know that at the end of all this, when my dream is fulfilled, I know that it'll all be worth it.
I have dreamt a dream. Now, I am going to make it real. To you who said that - a big thank you.
11 December 2003
The website and a Singing Telegram
I think Fr Heng and his novices' prayers are working. Yesterday was a productive day. Somehow, I managed to get everything for the website working. Even learnt new techniques, and played around with the designs. I am impressed by what I have done so far. My only reservation is whether or not they will like the new colour scheme which I have chosen. I used to use the sepia tones with shades of warm gray and deep red. Now, I kept the sepia tones, but have matched it with olive and deep green instead. A few pale yellow highlights here and there. Overall, I think it looks pretty neat. Now, I am motivated to do the rest of the pages. :)
Grace Wan came by yesterday to deliver my long-awaited birthday present from herself, the other Grace, Wendy, Priscilla and Lee Yee. She came by late at night, and delivered my present with a song and dance. She introduced herself as the "Singing Telegram", and did a Happy Belated Birthday song - Marilyn Monroe meets Para Para style - and yes, she did it all - with the raspy voice and coy dance routine at the void deck of my flat! The present came in a little genie bottle -a voucher for any dance class at Jitterbugs! Ah.. and I was just about to sign up for some Yogalates or Pilates class there. Now I can do it - all paid! Thanks, guys!! You guys really kept me in suspense and wondering for a long tim! Happy, happy Deb... :)
Sent an SMS to Max yesterday - that man lost his handphone - and all the numbers in it... He replied my SMS with "Is this Deb? Lost my handphone and all the numbers are gone..." I guess I am one of the few lucky people who can remember numbers like that - photographic memory. I have all my bank account numbers in my head... and some credit card ones too. I also have all my home numbers for all the houses I've stayed before! I think if I train hard enough, I may just be able to break some record in the Guiness Book of World Records.
My cooking skills are coming back. I managed to whip up a full meal in less than an hour for my brother yesterday. Thai Spiced Chicken with Potatoes, Ma Po Tou Fu and broccoli. I figured if I get married next time, I can easily whip up a nice home-cooked meal for my husband every day after work. Good... no need to eat MSG-laden hawker food.
The sun is shining brightly today. Maybe I'd go for a swim to give myself a treat since I've been a good girl doing the website yesterday (although I won't say much about the bag of Ruffles I downed while doing it... and the blueberry cake, and the chicken pie...). Or maybe I'd just stay at home and do the web...
Thanks, Uncle Joel for the e-card!
Grace Wan came by yesterday to deliver my long-awaited birthday present from herself, the other Grace, Wendy, Priscilla and Lee Yee. She came by late at night, and delivered my present with a song and dance. She introduced herself as the "Singing Telegram", and did a Happy Belated Birthday song - Marilyn Monroe meets Para Para style - and yes, she did it all - with the raspy voice and coy dance routine at the void deck of my flat! The present came in a little genie bottle -a voucher for any dance class at Jitterbugs! Ah.. and I was just about to sign up for some Yogalates or Pilates class there. Now I can do it - all paid! Thanks, guys!! You guys really kept me in suspense and wondering for a long tim! Happy, happy Deb... :)
Sent an SMS to Max yesterday - that man lost his handphone - and all the numbers in it... He replied my SMS with "Is this Deb? Lost my handphone and all the numbers are gone..." I guess I am one of the few lucky people who can remember numbers like that - photographic memory. I have all my bank account numbers in my head... and some credit card ones too. I also have all my home numbers for all the houses I've stayed before! I think if I train hard enough, I may just be able to break some record in the Guiness Book of World Records.
My cooking skills are coming back. I managed to whip up a full meal in less than an hour for my brother yesterday. Thai Spiced Chicken with Potatoes, Ma Po Tou Fu and broccoli. I figured if I get married next time, I can easily whip up a nice home-cooked meal for my husband every day after work. Good... no need to eat MSG-laden hawker food.
The sun is shining brightly today. Maybe I'd go for a swim to give myself a treat since I've been a good girl doing the website yesterday (although I won't say much about the bag of Ruffles I downed while doing it... and the blueberry cake, and the chicken pie...). Or maybe I'd just stay at home and do the web...
Thanks, Uncle Joel for the e-card!
10 December 2003
The Lazy in me
Yesterday, Pris and Roy came over to see the design for their wedding programme booklet and the place cards. They came over for lunch - we sat there in my kitchen as Roy devoured his rice with beef, kang kong and eggs, while Pris and I ate salads and nachos. I had my usual chicken sandwich too. We sat and talked and talked and talked... In my mind, I thought - if only life was like this. Just sitting and talking with friends. I guess the "lazy" in me has set in.
Lunch lasted two hours plus as we emptied everything on the table. We then moved on to my room where I showed them the designs for the place cards. Pris fiddled a little with last minute seating arrangements while I decided to give them alternatives to dress up the programme booklet. Finally, we settled on a really nice finishing complete with ribbons and cinnamon sticks. Tomorrow, we'll have to go get the ribbons and the cinnamon sticks... The production line begins!
It was a good afternoon spent with two good friends. :)
Wendy came over in the evening after work. We were supposed to go for a jog, but somehow she was too tired (or lazy?) to. I was too hungry waiting for her to arrive. When I called her up at 8pm, she was still at Katong! I gave up. I ate my dinner without thinking much about the jog. Maybe I was feeling lazy too. Afterall, it rained heavily in the early evening, and the grounds were wet... and we both don't like jogging on wet grounds, remember? :P
Fr Heng called me up last night too. He asked me how the website was coming along. I took in a deep breath and told him "Frankly, I'm stuck." He sounded shocked, lost for words, but managed to ask "What happened?" I told him I was stuck doing the templates and all, and I know I can do it.. Just need lots of prayers and faith. He promised he'd pray extra hard and get his novices to do the same thing... Sure feels funny for me to ask a priest to go pray! I thought it's supposed to be the other way round! I think God has a funny sense of humour sometimes.
Oh - yesterday, I got my exam results back too. Not too bad. I was only disappointed with one module - the psychology one cos I only managed a C for it. I don't understand why. It's a subject that I enjoyed and liked, and am even taking up an elective on guidance and counselling next semester - more psychology! Am I really not good at it, or was it just a case misinterpretation of the assignment? I remember during classes, my classmates and I were so irritated with the tutor cos she kept changing the criteria for the written assignments. We really didn't know what she was looking for in the pieces. In any case, I think I'd get over this soon... I told myself, I have to prove to myself that I can do it!!! I am NOT lousy at psychology!
I finally went back doing the website at 12 midnight yesterday. I am going to continue again today. I hope I can do it this time.
Thought for the day... (Read this in my favourite Fitness magazine, and I thought I should share it with you)
Your truest self. Too often it gets lost amidst self-doubt or other people's expectations. Picture yourself peeling all that away and discovering once more the core within. It is what you started out with, and what you desire; it is who you are and who you can be. Remember it, reclaim it. Because when you act from that place, you can't go wrong.
Go on, find your truest self. I am in search of mine.
Lunch lasted two hours plus as we emptied everything on the table. We then moved on to my room where I showed them the designs for the place cards. Pris fiddled a little with last minute seating arrangements while I decided to give them alternatives to dress up the programme booklet. Finally, we settled on a really nice finishing complete with ribbons and cinnamon sticks. Tomorrow, we'll have to go get the ribbons and the cinnamon sticks... The production line begins!
It was a good afternoon spent with two good friends. :)
Wendy came over in the evening after work. We were supposed to go for a jog, but somehow she was too tired (or lazy?) to. I was too hungry waiting for her to arrive. When I called her up at 8pm, she was still at Katong! I gave up. I ate my dinner without thinking much about the jog. Maybe I was feeling lazy too. Afterall, it rained heavily in the early evening, and the grounds were wet... and we both don't like jogging on wet grounds, remember? :P
Fr Heng called me up last night too. He asked me how the website was coming along. I took in a deep breath and told him "Frankly, I'm stuck." He sounded shocked, lost for words, but managed to ask "What happened?" I told him I was stuck doing the templates and all, and I know I can do it.. Just need lots of prayers and faith. He promised he'd pray extra hard and get his novices to do the same thing... Sure feels funny for me to ask a priest to go pray! I thought it's supposed to be the other way round! I think God has a funny sense of humour sometimes.
Oh - yesterday, I got my exam results back too. Not too bad. I was only disappointed with one module - the psychology one cos I only managed a C for it. I don't understand why. It's a subject that I enjoyed and liked, and am even taking up an elective on guidance and counselling next semester - more psychology! Am I really not good at it, or was it just a case misinterpretation of the assignment? I remember during classes, my classmates and I were so irritated with the tutor cos she kept changing the criteria for the written assignments. We really didn't know what she was looking for in the pieces. In any case, I think I'd get over this soon... I told myself, I have to prove to myself that I can do it!!! I am NOT lousy at psychology!
I finally went back doing the website at 12 midnight yesterday. I am going to continue again today. I hope I can do it this time.
Thought for the day... (Read this in my favourite Fitness magazine, and I thought I should share it with you)
Your truest self. Too often it gets lost amidst self-doubt or other people's expectations. Picture yourself peeling all that away and discovering once more the core within. It is what you started out with, and what you desire; it is who you are and who you can be. Remember it, reclaim it. Because when you act from that place, you can't go wrong.
Go on, find your truest self. I am in search of mine.
08 December 2003
The wrist is better
Thanks to all of you who were concerned about the wound on my wrist. It's really much better today. The swell has since gone down, and the wound's a nice flat hole. I protect it with antiseptic plaster for sensitive skin. I figured if you're injured, you might as well dress up your wound neat and nicely. I even got a waterproof plaster to paste over the plaster when I bathe, or wash the dishes. It helps keep the wound dry.
I guess some part of me must have wanted in be a nurse. I find that I have a natural ability to dress and treat wounds nicely. I didn't have any formal training nor did I join any first aid uniformed group, but somehow I find that I am always dressing people's wounds and even knowing what to get from the pharmacy.
I remember years back when I was working in a cafe during the holidays. Someone cut her hand so bad, it was dripping with blood. The cafe was newly opened so they didn't have a first aid kit. I ran to the pharmacy, and grabbed antiseptic wipes, plasters, gauze, wool etc etc... Came back, applied pressure on the wound, washed it, cleaned it, applied some antiseptic powder on it and dressed the wound all up nicely. I did the same thing when the IKEA guy who came by to fix the cabinets in my room. He accidentally drilled onto his hand (silly man!). As I dressed the wound, I noticed there was a real big hole on his hand. He tried to act brave lah, but with that much blood oozing out, he really looked faint. I even made a hot drink for him. I think he was so touched he wanted to date me out! Ha!!! As you may have guessed, yes, I do have a real good first aid kit!
Yesterday was a good day. I managed to rollerblade with Wendy in the afternoon. She was feeling really lazy so it was good that I managed to drag her out of the home. I fell down once yesterday. It was painful but I just picked myself up and bladed on. Kinda what we should do with life, ain't it? When we fall, just pick ourselves up again and move on. Speaking of which, one of the philosophies in my life which I really got out of watching TV (who ever said TV's bad?) "Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising everytime we fall."
TV - I managed to catch Law & Order (SVU) last night again. Good show as usual. Yesterday was a case about how a down syndrome girl was raped - and she didn't even know it cos the rapist (whom they eventually found out was the grocery stall owner who employs such girls) told her (and the rest of the girls he raped - and made them pregnant!) that it was just "exercise"! How sick can that get??!!! Ha! And I even managed to get my brother hooked onto the show now. I am so glad I have cable cos it means I can watch the show on Channel i on Sundays and on Star World on Tuesdays. :)
Some inspirational words that came to my head today....
As the birds chirp on a gloomy Monday morning
I am reminded that despite the troubles we go through
We should be like them
Without worries for the future
Nor regrets from the past
But with hope for today
That the sun will appear
From behind the clouds
And even if it doesn't
We are thankful
That we have today to live for.
Have a good week ahead!
I guess some part of me must have wanted in be a nurse. I find that I have a natural ability to dress and treat wounds nicely. I didn't have any formal training nor did I join any first aid uniformed group, but somehow I find that I am always dressing people's wounds and even knowing what to get from the pharmacy.
I remember years back when I was working in a cafe during the holidays. Someone cut her hand so bad, it was dripping with blood. The cafe was newly opened so they didn't have a first aid kit. I ran to the pharmacy, and grabbed antiseptic wipes, plasters, gauze, wool etc etc... Came back, applied pressure on the wound, washed it, cleaned it, applied some antiseptic powder on it and dressed the wound all up nicely. I did the same thing when the IKEA guy who came by to fix the cabinets in my room. He accidentally drilled onto his hand (silly man!). As I dressed the wound, I noticed there was a real big hole on his hand. He tried to act brave lah, but with that much blood oozing out, he really looked faint. I even made a hot drink for him. I think he was so touched he wanted to date me out! Ha!!! As you may have guessed, yes, I do have a real good first aid kit!
Yesterday was a good day. I managed to rollerblade with Wendy in the afternoon. She was feeling really lazy so it was good that I managed to drag her out of the home. I fell down once yesterday. It was painful but I just picked myself up and bladed on. Kinda what we should do with life, ain't it? When we fall, just pick ourselves up again and move on. Speaking of which, one of the philosophies in my life which I really got out of watching TV (who ever said TV's bad?) "Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising everytime we fall."
TV - I managed to catch Law & Order (SVU) last night again. Good show as usual. Yesterday was a case about how a down syndrome girl was raped - and she didn't even know it cos the rapist (whom they eventually found out was the grocery stall owner who employs such girls) told her (and the rest of the girls he raped - and made them pregnant!) that it was just "exercise"! How sick can that get??!!! Ha! And I even managed to get my brother hooked onto the show now. I am so glad I have cable cos it means I can watch the show on Channel i on Sundays and on Star World on Tuesdays. :)
Some inspirational words that came to my head today....
As the birds chirp on a gloomy Monday morning
I am reminded that despite the troubles we go through
We should be like them
Without worries for the future
Nor regrets from the past
But with hope for today
That the sun will appear
From behind the clouds
And even if it doesn't
We are thankful
That we have today to live for.
Have a good week ahead!
06 December 2003
Salsa and a swollen wrist
Today's salsa class day! Time really flies cos next week's the last lesson! Wendy and I are glad we decided to class hop, and join the Saturday class instead. The people in this class are more wacky... kinda like me! Drives the instructor nuts when we're together. As usual, we've had lots of laughs. But the steps are getting trickier, and for some reason, I wasn't concentrating much today. Made quite a lot of mistakes.. but hey, I'm there to have fun, not be a pro!
Maybe it's my wrist that's bothering me. Remember the little scald I had when I was cooking with Pam? Well, for some strange reason, the little bubble there decided to burst and swell up like a big mosquito bite last night. I quickly got antiseptic powder and surgical plasters to treat the wound, hoping that it'll be better today. But nope! I cleaned the wound twice so far already today. There's lots of pus coming out of the wound.. Not a good sign. My brother's nagging at me to go see a doctor before I risk having gangrene (he's exaggerating, I guess?). But I'm just turning a deaf ear. I'd just like to play nurse over the next few days. If the swell gets worse, well, I guess I have to see a doctor.
The wound's a little painful when I put my hand down, so I have to lift it in a very awkward position. It doesn't help that I keep hitting on the wound when I put my hand down on the table to type or hold the mouse. Speaking of which, I think I've got some strain on my wrist too as a result of holding the mouse too long, or typing on the keyboard. And so, I feel like a semi-handicap person with a semi-functional wrist. As I type this blog, I have to take periodic breaks to ease the pain. I hope this gets better soon. I need to do my website.
Ah - the website. I've decided to take a break from it. The thick books are still open in front of me as a reminder that I've got work to do. But I've decided that I will not get too stressed over it, and just let the one above lead me. I'm sure with lots of faith and prayers, there'll be a way out of this!
Today after class, Grace came to pick Wendy and me up. We wanted to get to Great World City to pick up some salsa CDs from That CD Shop - If anyone reading this blog doesn't know it yet - you just must go to this shop. They have a branch at Pacific Plaza and Tanglin Mall too. Loads of CDs (especially if you're a jazz fan) and nice Nakamichi sound systems for you to test any CD you want to hear. The staff's really good. They're friendly and even if you have like 10 CDs in your hand that you want to try to listen to, they'll gladly unwrap it all nicely and let you listen it at your leisure. No pressure to buy. So you can imagine - Wendy and I spent almost two hours just ploughing through the CDs. (Grace left the shop quietly without us knowing cos she was resisting temptation of spending more money on CDs!). In the end, I didn't get any salsa CDs, but two jazz CDs - one's by Tony Bennet and kd lang; the other's by Al Somma. The latter's got a really nice deep voice.. what I call Harry Connick Jr. meets Steve Tyrell. Very very nice. Seems like I'm in a CD-buying mood. I bought Michael Buble's other CD, Totally Buble yesterday whilst out shopping with my brother... And to think I still have a few more other CDs I want to buy! Oh well, I LOVE music!
I feel happier cos I finally did up the Advent wreath at home. It took me so long before I could finally find the three purple candles and one pink candle. It's nice and simple, and I even got the candles to be scented. Did up the crib set too so it looks much nicer now. Tomorrow will be the second sunday of Advent. We'll be lighting up the two purple candles. Next week, we'd light up the pink one, which represents Joy. Then another week, and then it's Christmas! We'd light up the big white candle in the middle then. Oh, how I love Christmas... Hark the Herald Angels Sing....
Hey - for those of you who are planning your Christmas list, don't forget to visit the Sharity Gift Box. You can send your donations online now. There's an e-mart whereby there's a list of needy people and items which they need. You can just click and have their wish fulfilled. Go check it out at the links below:
More information about the Sharity Gift Box and how you can contribute http://www.bbsgb.org.sg/help_indi.html
Fulfilling wishes online http://sharity.e-mart.com.sg/
No amount is too small when it comes to giving... So go on, share yourself with others... :)
Maybe it's my wrist that's bothering me. Remember the little scald I had when I was cooking with Pam? Well, for some strange reason, the little bubble there decided to burst and swell up like a big mosquito bite last night. I quickly got antiseptic powder and surgical plasters to treat the wound, hoping that it'll be better today. But nope! I cleaned the wound twice so far already today. There's lots of pus coming out of the wound.. Not a good sign. My brother's nagging at me to go see a doctor before I risk having gangrene (he's exaggerating, I guess?). But I'm just turning a deaf ear. I'd just like to play nurse over the next few days. If the swell gets worse, well, I guess I have to see a doctor.
The wound's a little painful when I put my hand down, so I have to lift it in a very awkward position. It doesn't help that I keep hitting on the wound when I put my hand down on the table to type or hold the mouse. Speaking of which, I think I've got some strain on my wrist too as a result of holding the mouse too long, or typing on the keyboard. And so, I feel like a semi-handicap person with a semi-functional wrist. As I type this blog, I have to take periodic breaks to ease the pain. I hope this gets better soon. I need to do my website.
Ah - the website. I've decided to take a break from it. The thick books are still open in front of me as a reminder that I've got work to do. But I've decided that I will not get too stressed over it, and just let the one above lead me. I'm sure with lots of faith and prayers, there'll be a way out of this!
Today after class, Grace came to pick Wendy and me up. We wanted to get to Great World City to pick up some salsa CDs from That CD Shop - If anyone reading this blog doesn't know it yet - you just must go to this shop. They have a branch at Pacific Plaza and Tanglin Mall too. Loads of CDs (especially if you're a jazz fan) and nice Nakamichi sound systems for you to test any CD you want to hear. The staff's really good. They're friendly and even if you have like 10 CDs in your hand that you want to try to listen to, they'll gladly unwrap it all nicely and let you listen it at your leisure. No pressure to buy. So you can imagine - Wendy and I spent almost two hours just ploughing through the CDs. (Grace left the shop quietly without us knowing cos she was resisting temptation of spending more money on CDs!). In the end, I didn't get any salsa CDs, but two jazz CDs - one's by Tony Bennet and kd lang; the other's by Al Somma. The latter's got a really nice deep voice.. what I call Harry Connick Jr. meets Steve Tyrell. Very very nice. Seems like I'm in a CD-buying mood. I bought Michael Buble's other CD, Totally Buble yesterday whilst out shopping with my brother... And to think I still have a few more other CDs I want to buy! Oh well, I LOVE music!
I feel happier cos I finally did up the Advent wreath at home. It took me so long before I could finally find the three purple candles and one pink candle. It's nice and simple, and I even got the candles to be scented. Did up the crib set too so it looks much nicer now. Tomorrow will be the second sunday of Advent. We'll be lighting up the two purple candles. Next week, we'd light up the pink one, which represents Joy. Then another week, and then it's Christmas! We'd light up the big white candle in the middle then. Oh, how I love Christmas... Hark the Herald Angels Sing....
Hey - for those of you who are planning your Christmas list, don't forget to visit the Sharity Gift Box. You can send your donations online now. There's an e-mart whereby there's a list of needy people and items which they need. You can just click and have their wish fulfilled. Go check it out at the links below:
More information about the Sharity Gift Box and how you can contribute http://www.bbsgb.org.sg/help_indi.html
Fulfilling wishes online http://sharity.e-mart.com.sg/
No amount is too small when it comes to giving... So go on, share yourself with others... :)
05 December 2003
What a day - I'm taking a break!
Yesterday just didn't seem right. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn't get the website working. The java scripts decided not to work when I imported the navigation bars from Fireworks to Dreamweaver. The layout went all wrong when I adjusted the submenus, and I just could get the templates to work the way I wanted it to. You see, this is not just any other ordinary website. I have to plan for further expansion in the future, and so my design has to take that into consideration... It has to be user friendly for constant updating... The thought of the whole project seems like a mammoth task.. And I haven't even figured out the scripting for the automatic updating of the daily readings yet! And what about the database for the petitions... !!!
And so, yesterday, after ploughing through five thick books for solutions, I stared at my computer screen blankly. My brain didn't seem to function anymore. Like the website design, my brain was going all "wonky". I slammed the books shut, switched off my computer, and packed my swimming gear... I told myself I needed a break. And despite the cold weather, I bravely walked to the swimming pool, fuming away cos I was so angry I couldn't get anything substantial done. I thought I could seek solace from the laps.. I was wrong.
I was surprised the pool was so full at 3.30pm after a morning and afternoon's worth of rain. It seemed that like me, everyone else welcomed the shy sun as it peeked behind the thick cumulonimbus clouds. I swam two laps, then gave up. Kids and students on holidays and everyone else seem to be in the pool just playing with water! Doesn't anyone know that you are supposed to swim laps in a lap pool??!!! No... everyone else decided that the lap pool was for just gathering in large groups, splashing water at each other!! And so, I stuck myself at one corner of the pool, folded my arms in exasperation and sulked. I stared at the lifeguards as though I wanted them to clear everyone else in the pool. In my head, I was wondering why couldn't everyone just swim laps.. at the same time, I wondered if I had become more dumb. Why in the world could I not understand all the scripting? Frustration, frustration, frustration...After a while, the cold pool water cooled me down. Maybe I was just having a bad day.
By 5pm, the crowds cleared. I figured all of them must be preparing themselves for a BBQ or dinner.. Good. I swam for another 30 minutes or so before I realised my hands were all pruney. I must have soaked in the water for too long.
The cold swim and shower after did me good. I felt a whole lot better though when I got home, I still didn't want to look at the website. I busied myself watching the last episode of The Bachelor. I needed brainless shows to relax my tensed up brain.
I decided that I will give myself a treat today - I'd go shopping! I guess there's so much frustration in me, there's no point sitting in front of the PC, hoping that some miracle will happen. Hopefully, by tonight, I'd have made some progress. All I'm thinking now is planning my route from IKEA to Orchard Road. :)
I hope you had a better day than I did... and I hope you will enjoy your day today too!
And so, yesterday, after ploughing through five thick books for solutions, I stared at my computer screen blankly. My brain didn't seem to function anymore. Like the website design, my brain was going all "wonky". I slammed the books shut, switched off my computer, and packed my swimming gear... I told myself I needed a break. And despite the cold weather, I bravely walked to the swimming pool, fuming away cos I was so angry I couldn't get anything substantial done. I thought I could seek solace from the laps.. I was wrong.
I was surprised the pool was so full at 3.30pm after a morning and afternoon's worth of rain. It seemed that like me, everyone else welcomed the shy sun as it peeked behind the thick cumulonimbus clouds. I swam two laps, then gave up. Kids and students on holidays and everyone else seem to be in the pool just playing with water! Doesn't anyone know that you are supposed to swim laps in a lap pool??!!! No... everyone else decided that the lap pool was for just gathering in large groups, splashing water at each other!! And so, I stuck myself at one corner of the pool, folded my arms in exasperation and sulked. I stared at the lifeguards as though I wanted them to clear everyone else in the pool. In my head, I was wondering why couldn't everyone just swim laps.. at the same time, I wondered if I had become more dumb. Why in the world could I not understand all the scripting? Frustration, frustration, frustration...After a while, the cold pool water cooled me down. Maybe I was just having a bad day.
By 5pm, the crowds cleared. I figured all of them must be preparing themselves for a BBQ or dinner.. Good. I swam for another 30 minutes or so before I realised my hands were all pruney. I must have soaked in the water for too long.
The cold swim and shower after did me good. I felt a whole lot better though when I got home, I still didn't want to look at the website. I busied myself watching the last episode of The Bachelor. I needed brainless shows to relax my tensed up brain.
I decided that I will give myself a treat today - I'd go shopping! I guess there's so much frustration in me, there's no point sitting in front of the PC, hoping that some miracle will happen. Hopefully, by tonight, I'd have made some progress. All I'm thinking now is planning my route from IKEA to Orchard Road. :)
I hope you had a better day than I did... and I hope you will enjoy your day today too!
03 December 2003
Of time, love and relationships
Looking at the friends around me, I cannot help but wonder about the chemistry between couples. Most of my close friends are either attached or married, and looking at how they met their partners in the first place, I marvel at how wonderfully mysterious God works sometimes.
I always thought that a relationship starts first at a friendship level. After you've known the person for say a year or two, then do you start thinking about developing it into a friendship. But looking at the friends around me, I tend to think not now. Wendy tells me - when it happens, it happens. It doesn't need much time. She tells me the first time she saw her boyfriend, she knew she'd end up with him for the rest of her life. She's still with the same guy after 10 years, and they plan to marry maybe next year.
A JC classmate of mine knew her boyfriend for 10 days and they decided to start their relationship. Another friend of mine married her very first boyfriend. Chemistry. How important that is... I had a classmate in JC who once told me "You are the perfect girl I want to marry. It's just that there's no chemistry between us." I knew what he meant. I didn't make him have those butterflies in the stomach. Neither did he me. We both cared a lot about each other, but we just couldn't like each other that way. We decided that we were just better off as friends.
Timing also plays an important role in the chemistry of whether two people do fall in love. The words of Barry Manilow ring in my ears as I say this.."We had the right love at the wrong time". Sometimes, circumstances around us prevent us from falling in love with another. A close friend of mine can perhaps identify with this. She broke up with her first love back then cos of circumstances, went full circle and is now back with her first love. I see both of them together and I smile. I've never seen her so comfortable with any other guy. I've never seen him so happy.. almost in a childlike glee. I feel so happy for them... It's like they've finally got the right love at the right time this time round.
And then there are cases of A liking B, but B doesn't like B as much. And when A finally gives up on B, B decides to like A back... wrong timing. Nothing happens.
And I wonder... In my mind, I imagine Cupid with his bow and arrow, shooting men and women ailke. Sometimes, I think he's cross-eyed, or just ain't good at shooting. Sometimes he hits a good target, sometimes he misses.
But at the end of it all, I think everything happens for a reason. We never know or can anticipate how two people can fall in love. Every love story I've known is like a fairytale. No one can forsee how to fall in love. It just happens. And because of that, it remains a mystery. All we need to know is that when it comes, we need to open our hearts to all that love brings - the happiness, the joy, the smiles, the laughter, as well as the pain, and tears.
So I'd like to say this to my two dear friends. It is a mystery how the two of you met. Some say it's by fate. Some say it's by chance. Some say it's meant to be. Whatever it is, you are perhaps having the right love at the right time. Take it fully with all your heart. Cherish every moment you have. Put your guards down and just fall in love. Embrace each other with your love and affection that is so much part of you. Share your innermost selves and be totally vulnerable. Give off yourselves unconditionally and let your feelings for each other bring you both along the path of love. Isn't that how love is supposed to be?
To all my friends who are in love, I smile as I say - You are blessed.. I am equally blessed to be able to share in your love and happiness. :)
I always thought that a relationship starts first at a friendship level. After you've known the person for say a year or two, then do you start thinking about developing it into a friendship. But looking at the friends around me, I tend to think not now. Wendy tells me - when it happens, it happens. It doesn't need much time. She tells me the first time she saw her boyfriend, she knew she'd end up with him for the rest of her life. She's still with the same guy after 10 years, and they plan to marry maybe next year.
A JC classmate of mine knew her boyfriend for 10 days and they decided to start their relationship. Another friend of mine married her very first boyfriend. Chemistry. How important that is... I had a classmate in JC who once told me "You are the perfect girl I want to marry. It's just that there's no chemistry between us." I knew what he meant. I didn't make him have those butterflies in the stomach. Neither did he me. We both cared a lot about each other, but we just couldn't like each other that way. We decided that we were just better off as friends.
Timing also plays an important role in the chemistry of whether two people do fall in love. The words of Barry Manilow ring in my ears as I say this.."We had the right love at the wrong time". Sometimes, circumstances around us prevent us from falling in love with another. A close friend of mine can perhaps identify with this. She broke up with her first love back then cos of circumstances, went full circle and is now back with her first love. I see both of them together and I smile. I've never seen her so comfortable with any other guy. I've never seen him so happy.. almost in a childlike glee. I feel so happy for them... It's like they've finally got the right love at the right time this time round.
And then there are cases of A liking B, but B doesn't like B as much. And when A finally gives up on B, B decides to like A back... wrong timing. Nothing happens.
And I wonder... In my mind, I imagine Cupid with his bow and arrow, shooting men and women ailke. Sometimes, I think he's cross-eyed, or just ain't good at shooting. Sometimes he hits a good target, sometimes he misses.
But at the end of it all, I think everything happens for a reason. We never know or can anticipate how two people can fall in love. Every love story I've known is like a fairytale. No one can forsee how to fall in love. It just happens. And because of that, it remains a mystery. All we need to know is that when it comes, we need to open our hearts to all that love brings - the happiness, the joy, the smiles, the laughter, as well as the pain, and tears.
So I'd like to say this to my two dear friends. It is a mystery how the two of you met. Some say it's by fate. Some say it's by chance. Some say it's meant to be. Whatever it is, you are perhaps having the right love at the right time. Take it fully with all your heart. Cherish every moment you have. Put your guards down and just fall in love. Embrace each other with your love and affection that is so much part of you. Share your innermost selves and be totally vulnerable. Give off yourselves unconditionally and let your feelings for each other bring you both along the path of love. Isn't that how love is supposed to be?
To all my friends who are in love, I smile as I say - You are blessed.. I am equally blessed to be able to share in your love and happiness. :)
02 December 2003
A chef for the day
Yesterday, Pam came over to my place cos she wanted to learn how to make pizza. But when I met her at 12noon, and told her that she needed to wait at least another three hours before she could eat her pizza, her stomach made her change her mind.. She was hungry! So she decided on steak instead. So off we went to buy the beef and some vegetables to make the meal more wholesome. The steak turned out fine - I just did the flipping for her while she told me when to stop cooking! Hmmm.. seems like she was the one teaching me how to cook!
Then we decided to make oatmeal cookies cos that was her favourite too. Baking's my forte, so I taught her how to cream the mixture, and basically dump everything else in, stir it all into a paste, and ball the dough into bite size chunks on the baking tray before dumping it into the oven. It was fabulous! Pam loved the cookies!
Wendy came over too. It was her day off. So there we were, all three of us in the kitchen like some tai tais, making cookies and listening to bossa nova music, once in a while perring out of the window to see the heavy downpour outside. We talked and laughed, and munched on left-over cookies that could not fit into the containers we had. Then Pam wanted to bake some more! Flipping through yet more cook books, Pam decided on some caramel nut thingy dipped with chocolate. The recipe seemed pretty easy enough - just sugar, water, nuts, and chocolate... I had them all in my home..
So there I was, stirring the sugar mixture over the hot fire.. I must have stirred to vigourously cos a drop of the burning hot caramel jumped onto me and "ouch"... Now I have a little bubble on my wrist area. It doesn't hurt, but I hope it doesn't burst.. It'd be an awful sight if it does. But the candy turned out OK.. We dipped it with lots and lots of chocolate cos that's the way to enjoy sinful food, aint' it? :)
Pam left in the late evening cos she was meeting someone. So it was just Wendy and me.. and my dear brother playing his new computer game at home. I had picked up some new seasoning at the supermarket earlier and wanted to try it out. So I did.. Sprinkled the seasoning onto the chicken, baby potatoes and carrots and dumped it all into the baking bag that came with the seasoning. Just for the fun of it, I also dumped three cloves of garlic (which I ate just like that after that!). Dumped the whole thing into the oven for about 45 minutes and tah-dah! It was really really really really nice.. Soft, juicy, tender chicken that was a little sour and spicy... kinda like buffalo wings, but better.. The potatoes and carrots and garlic turned out wonderful with the seasoning too.. Hmm.. Maybe I should try it on turkey for X'mas?
I am motivated. Later today, I will scour the supermarket again, and see what else I can whip up..! In the meantime, it's back to design work... but before I do, here's a quote for budding cooks out there...
Cooking is at once child's play and adult joy. And, cooking done with care is an act of love.
--Craig Clairborne
Then we decided to make oatmeal cookies cos that was her favourite too. Baking's my forte, so I taught her how to cream the mixture, and basically dump everything else in, stir it all into a paste, and ball the dough into bite size chunks on the baking tray before dumping it into the oven. It was fabulous! Pam loved the cookies!
Wendy came over too. It was her day off. So there we were, all three of us in the kitchen like some tai tais, making cookies and listening to bossa nova music, once in a while perring out of the window to see the heavy downpour outside. We talked and laughed, and munched on left-over cookies that could not fit into the containers we had. Then Pam wanted to bake some more! Flipping through yet more cook books, Pam decided on some caramel nut thingy dipped with chocolate. The recipe seemed pretty easy enough - just sugar, water, nuts, and chocolate... I had them all in my home..
So there I was, stirring the sugar mixture over the hot fire.. I must have stirred to vigourously cos a drop of the burning hot caramel jumped onto me and "ouch"... Now I have a little bubble on my wrist area. It doesn't hurt, but I hope it doesn't burst.. It'd be an awful sight if it does. But the candy turned out OK.. We dipped it with lots and lots of chocolate cos that's the way to enjoy sinful food, aint' it? :)
Pam left in the late evening cos she was meeting someone. So it was just Wendy and me.. and my dear brother playing his new computer game at home. I had picked up some new seasoning at the supermarket earlier and wanted to try it out. So I did.. Sprinkled the seasoning onto the chicken, baby potatoes and carrots and dumped it all into the baking bag that came with the seasoning. Just for the fun of it, I also dumped three cloves of garlic (which I ate just like that after that!). Dumped the whole thing into the oven for about 45 minutes and tah-dah! It was really really really really nice.. Soft, juicy, tender chicken that was a little sour and spicy... kinda like buffalo wings, but better.. The potatoes and carrots and garlic turned out wonderful with the seasoning too.. Hmm.. Maybe I should try it on turkey for X'mas?
I am motivated. Later today, I will scour the supermarket again, and see what else I can whip up..! In the meantime, it's back to design work... but before I do, here's a quote for budding cooks out there...
Cooking is at once child's play and adult joy. And, cooking done with care is an act of love.
--Craig Clairborne