Same Old Stuff

Why do I always happen to watch the same episodes on Discovery when I'm home? Since 12 noon, I'm watching the same episodes I saw at least a year ago. Gah, I'm going to the library.

How To Look Cute In Dorky Specs

Doing a bit of research since I’m relegated to wearing (the much hated) glasses for the rest of the week. Contracted some sort of eye infection that’s contagious so I’m confined to my home till my eye’s fully recovered.

寻找浪漫

Deciding the perfect dining establishment to celebrate our anniversary seems to be as much of a headache as planning a wedding. I’m given the task of choosing since I’m the MOF (Minister of Food) between the two of us.

I want the place to be posh, dim and romantic. A big plus if the place has a dance floor. I lurve to dance even though I dance like a nerd. But I don’t know of any nice dining place that has a dance floor anyway.

When I told a colleague that I’m taking two days off to celebrate our anniversary, she said enviously, “Wow, so romantic.” Romantic? Really?

While we’ve settled into a seemingly domestic routine (much to my anguish as some of you would have learnt), doses of romance are still present now and then. For one, overseas holidays do wonders to fan the passion. Others come in little pockets of sweet memories - the most memorable of which I realized I haven’t shared with anyone before.

We were driving along a secluded road somewhere in Changi (we were on the way home from Danqi’s birthday party) when he pulled up and exclaimed that he misplaced his handphone and asked me to grope under my seat. After a bit of shuffling, my fingers closed on a little box and inside was my birthday present. I was touched by the amount of thought put into giving me a present :)

And not forgetting that surprise bouquet of lilies almost as tall as I was that landed on my work desk six months into our relationship. (I haven’t received any flowers since then, though *winks*)

Anyway, back to the question faced incessantly by the Minister of Food – where to eat? Should we go Japanese, Mediterranean, American, Spanish, Brazilian or Mexican? I keep changing my mind – every shortlisted restaurant seems equally tantalizing.

Methinks if I ever hold a wedding, it’s gonna be a looong tedious process.

Ugly Betty

I was on leave one day when I went downstairs to get lunch from my favourite Fish Soup stall. Decked in my pyjamas aka hideous outfit, I stood queuing for a good fifteen minutes before my turn, all the while my mind lost in nonsense like, “this Fish Soup auntie has a different hairstyle everytime I see her” and “this man needs a good shave”.

Finally at the front of the queue, I placed my order and prepared to pay for my food when I realized the person in front of me was a colleague who was buying lunch for his whole department. Without thinking, I tapped on his shoulder and said hi! Almost immediately, I recoiled in horror, remembering how I looked - (1) Oversized bright orange NUS t-shirt (2) thin, cheap pair of bright blue boxer shorts (3) messy curly hair and (4) the pair of faded glasses, shielding my pair of squinting eyes.

I was embarrassed beyond words as he didn’t seem to recognized me at first glance. I quickly collected my packet and attempted to slither away when he nodded at me politely. Even more embarrassing! Because he recognized me after all! Means he would remember this Ugly Betty side of me if he would bump into me at work.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG…… Why did he come all the way from OSIM to my coffeeshop?!??! Next time on my leave days I need to clean up before going downstairs just in case some R&D guys pop up again.

Children Overdose

Don't you just hate it when people practically shove their children into your face and expect you to say "Ohhh.... Your baby is so cute...!"

I super hate it, especially when most of the children I was introduced too were not particularly cute. Some look sullen all the time. Some try too hard to be mature. Some are just plain rude. But when I have to, my delighted praise is usually accompanied by a wince, which the proud parents will never notice.

When will you be surrounded by flocks of "adorable" children? At a company gathering of course! And no company gathering is bigger than the Triathlon, which my company sponsors every year.

I really don't like to play with children. I don't like to play a clown to delight them. I hate!

And so, I stay away from them.

But strangely, they fascinate me. I usually stare at them from afar and try to figure what their every little action means. Babies are funny creatures.

So, do I like children or not? I don't know. *Confused by little people known as babies*

P/s I acknowlege that all parents have every right to be proud of their children. Please don't take offence.

I Am A Triathlete

Or so my official OSIM Singapore International Triathlon T-shirt says.

I totally didn't join the race at all. Much to my chagrin.

Thinking it was my first sports race in years (or is it the first ever?), I signed up for the mini triathlon relay, a baby step to the Olympic distance Individual category. I was paired up with a swimmer and a runner. I was going to do the cycle leg of the race. The runner was a colleague and the swimmer was someone's friend's friend, whom nobody knew.

And guess what. On the morning of the race, this swimmer fella didn't turn up at all!!!!!!

I searched high and low for him before flag off but couldn't see a swimmer with my team number R033. But I still went to the transition area (with my runner) and waited and waited. We finally gave up when all the cyclists had finished their leg and was passing the baton the runners. Disappointed was an understatement. I was grumpy for the rest of the day.

Seeing my gloomy face, fellow colleagues were asking if I wanted to take their place in the longer races. "Such a pity. See you train so hard at the gym. You want to take my place?" Wa lao, I wasn't mentally prepared so I declined.

Anyway, I've decided not to 靠别人. I'll complete all three legs of the race by myself come November! 化愤怒为力量!

Haha! Are you inspired??