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Paddy of Bak2u.com and Blog2u.sg hosted a dinner for some of us today at Sketches Pasta & Wine Bar. I finally got to meet him, DK, Claudia and boyfriend, The Young Businessman and Hanneng.

It was a great evening out with like-minded individuals, and I must say that we had many a good laughs… at poor DK’s expense. I shall not repeat any of the hilarious jokes here as we already laughed until our toes couldn’t take it. Any more and we will have to pay the dude. And Paddy, you’re a great host! Thanks for having Big and me as guests!

And as usual, pictures!

The new corset belt I bought from Mango. It’s HAWT!! Very Alexander Mcqueen.

Forgot to switch off the flash. In case you are wondering why a clean freak like me is wearing boots in the house, it’s a new pair.

Without flash. I love my new suede boots! Very comfortable and soft!

The ravioli with mushroom and parmesan Big and I shared

The grilled tiger prawns I had (Big is allergic to seafood)

Succulent lamb chops that we shared. Yummy!

You all know that this blog, if anything, is hardly evar emo. Bitchy, candid, feisty, bimbotic, vain, frank; yes. Emo? Big NO.

And yet, I feel the need to get all emo now. And yet, I find it difficult to let the emo-ness flow as I am typing. I have read blogs where it flows like a river, on and on but I am somewhat dumbstruck.

I don’t drink/ smoke/ smolder/ sulk when I get into this kind of mood. Instead, I feel a strange comfort in feeling a sense of self loathing. I stare into space.

How bloody fat I am. A bloody size 12 in a sea of size 8 and below.

How undeserving I am. It was 3am when I still couldn’t sleep and I wanted to eat something. Big refused to let me cook and got up to make me a hot bowl of noodles. This man has to get up at freaking 7am in the morning to go to the office. I freaking hate myself.

The freaking irony in that I am the person obstructing myself from quitting. The paralyzing fear. The little voice whispering, you know, you are not a hotshot Ivy League grad, anyone with your kind of qualifications is earning half your salary, what are your kids going to live on, can you live without your shopping sprees, you materialistic bitch, how are you going to pay for the children’s hobbies and needs, and no you are not thinking of leeching off Big are you, can’t even survive in your current job, your health is going to the dogs, that other higher paying job is going to break your back, don’t even think of getting a pay cut and a more relaxing job, you lousy fat piece of lard.

I read this from Work from Within:

 THE COFFEE OR THE CUP

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups – porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite – telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: ‘If you noticed, all the nice looking
expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.

Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups…

And then you began eyeing each other’s cups.

Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee provided us.’

It’s all very well, but I beg to differ. Money and position in society does affect your quality of life. Try living in Singapore (or anywhere else for that matter) without or just enough money. I know I would be miserable because I don’t like the feeling of not giving my children the best I can. I know if I am not working my ass off, I will not be able to feed/ cloth/ provide a roof for my children, much less talk about buying them nice jewellery to keep till they have their own kids to pass on to, giving them enrichment classes, take them out for a good time, have nice food, go on holidays etc. Forget about subsidies that are barely substantial that are handouts from the government; I have the ability to earn my own keeps and I don’t need such condescension. Forget about living off Big, because honestly, I already feel very bad as it is. Who is helping out with all the chores, when he never had to do anything at home? The same tired argument that I throw in his face, that they are not his kids, is always squashed with a dozen reasons that he deems very valid but I have somehow never been able to accept. The overwhelming one factor being that it is not fair to him.

It is already bad enough that he might be mocked that he is marrying a divorcee with two kids. His family in Malaysia is quite big and some of them are active in politics. There are influential people in his family (think Datuk, politician, business people etc). The worst is, he is the only male child and grandson of the maternal branch.

I just can’t write anymore. I feel rotten inside and my f87king back hurts again. Strangely, even in moments like this, I don’t feel suicidal. Which may not be such a bad thing, as with the insurance payouts, my kids could be millionaires.

This weekend I was not so ambitious as I just got discharged on Saturday and did not need to tempt Fate. We all took it easy this weekend. I took the children to Ikea to buy some household stuffs and Swedish food specialties. Gean got to play in the ball room which she absolutely loves but poor Ger can’t as she is discriminated by height. Look Ma, I am too tall. Well, thank god for PSP for times like these.

Today I brought the girls to have their ears pierced. Ger had hers pierced when she was 4, but the holes closed up because she kept taking the studs out. Sigh. It’s Gean’s first time and I was worried that she will chicken out/ have cold feet but the vain little princess was too thrilled to finally have earrings. Who has the time to worry, lol.

And I was proud of them. Ger as usual took it unflinchingly. Gean who had no inkling that it will hurt a little jumped a little when the gun pierced her ear. To pre-empt any tears, I quickly praised her for being such a brave little girl and told her that the little crystal stud looked very pretty. She smiled bravely and the gun went on to pierce the other ear without any drama. So proud of my girls.
I will leave the crystal studs on for a week then will change them to the diamond stars I bought for her earlier on. I showed her the stars already and she really loved them. And of course, I am happy.

Sidenote: I really don’t know what to get for the kids for Christmas.

Am home! Later, my dears.

Video of her doing chores and taking care of her son with her legs.

I feel rather ashamed, you know. That this lady can make so much more out of the circumstances that life deal her with. She is definitely better and more positive than many healthy and full-limbed people I know.
I have always thought that I had it all together. A great job in an exciting glamourous industry, a sweet and loving boyfriend, two loving, smart, healthy and good kids, two very cute and lovable cats and the earning power to buy anything I wish for.

People don’t see the stress I am under, till the point that my health is suffering. You don’t see that I hardly have enough time for my children, and that I absolutely hate the local education system for giving me so much stress about Ger’s homework, projects and whatnots. You don’t see the defiance and the struggle, that I love my job but I hate the sacrifices that I have had to make for this job.

This video makes me question what I am working so hard for. And really, my achievements dim in comparison.

Orient Green

Silvery Charm

Fairies

Ziggy

Peridot

I recently discovered that Vivian, a friend of mine based in Melbourne, is a scarily talented jewellery designer. You can view her very creative jewellery collections at Simply Chic Jewellery, and leave her a comment if you are keen to purchase.

This is NOT a sponsored post. I saw it, I like it and I bring it to my readers.

I could not believe what I was seeing. This 23 year old guy, telling me to drink me more warm water, is offering me his “handy services” at my needs.

Eeewww!!!

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Date: 12/13/2007 1:50 pm
Subject: hi
Message: hi . sorry disturbing you with this message .andy here , 23yrs old sg chinese guy ,am providing handy services at yr needs. do sms me at 91041035 for inquiry . welcome all inquiry .thanks alot .height 1.72m n weight 60kg .weather cold , drink plenty of hot warm water in order not to get sick cos i just recover from flu n cough . haha .take care . great day ahead .do remember to eat yr meal too.
do remember to take yr umbrella out as nowday always raining .haiz….down on flu again .
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I am starting to feel very exhausted… even in hospital, I have to worry and brainstorm about work. I am experiencing the strange phenomenon of not being to relax even in such a tranquil and scenic place meant for rest.

I think about my plans to travel next year and I just want to get away from it all now. I think I will work in the trip to London between June and August.

Am determined to revisit Carnaby Street, Camden Market, Covent Garden, Oxford Street, Bond Street, Knightsbury, Portobello Market at Notting Hill, Stella McCartney’s flagship boutique (30 Bruton St), Matthew Williamson’s shop (28 Bruton St) and of course, Alexander McQueen (4-5 Old Bond St).

Apart from shopping, I am also making time to visit Hayward, Royal Academy of Arts, Serpentine Gallery, the Victoria and Albert Museum and Tate Britain. I love art galleries and museums in other countries for their insight into the culture.

I will also be visiting some of the palaces:- (more…)

I can so relate to this entry from Cocadreams. I absolutely detest blogs with ditsy meaningless meanderings, cutsy caps and small letter typing, bimbotic pictures all over the place and the clincher: horrific bikini pictures. This to me, is scarier than MDA clowns rapping.

Hmm. On second thought, maybe not. Both are equally bad.

You think anyone gives a hoot about my A* in PSLE or my distinctions in O’Levels now?

Nobody gives a rat’s ass.

The questions potential employers and headhunters put to you are NOT about your results in school, though the piece of paper is a must to get you in through the door in the first place.

They really want to know how you can solve problems for them. If you have leadership and thinking skills. If you have good people skills. Stuff like that.

Not your PSLE score. Not that you took S papers for all your subjects at A’Levels.

Unless of course, your aim is to be a government scholar, which renders leadership qualities and soft skills totally not necessary. Hell, you don’t even need to work after getting our government scholarship if you don’t wish to, although you are “expected” to. More loopholes, people.

F**K Goods?!! (more…)

Veron dropped by and brought me a cute tiger cup of flowers.. So sweet of her.

Hamper from the company

Seren came by too and brought this (I needed this desperately) and a nice hot cuppa latte. We had a great time talking and I had a great time doing something else. 

From A Stupid Bag, thanks to Vivian.

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Quite hilariously snarky, don’t you think?

Somemore got “Get to Know Me” Chart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I like to be called “Your Majesty”. My allergies: stupid people. Hahahahahahaha!!!!

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OK, just trying to cheer myself up a little. So I am hospitalized again. Been awoken from sleep so many times last night from nurses coming in to check on me, taking temperature, taking blood pressure, giving me medication etc. I am not complaining as I know they are just doing their job. Moreover they are always so polite and friendly.

This morning at 8 freaking am, the consultant and the doctor came in and asked a whole lot of questions, and after that, I had to go for a series of x rays. Am feeling slightly nauseous now.

And the worse thing is, I get a series of calls from work. People whom I have briefed about work end up not being able to understand the simplest instructions and many other dramas I don’t want to repeat for fear of my blood pressure rocketing through the ceiling.

Welcome to my life, as usual. The consolation is, Big is sleeping over on the day bed to keep me company.

I want him to sleep at home on our comfortable bed with the 350 thread count sheets but he insists on keeping me company. I guess that is the only silver lining of this very dark cloud.

All shall be revealed tomorrow..

Goodbye to my favourite pair of attitude heels…(for now..)

Hello Ballerina flats

Nice to meet you 1.5 inchers…

It’s my pleasure too, low stacked heels..

Sigh. I wonder when I can paint the town red with 3 inch Louboutins again.

It’s snowing in Singapore!! Pictures below:

Just starting to snow

Full fledged snowing! The children were going wild!

Having lots of fun in the Avalanche (more…)

This morning at 12.59am, I received an email from Blog2.sg sales, informing me that they are now on Twitter and I can “follow” their updates now. Alrighty. There was a whole list of email addresses in there and I was amused that the staff had taken the effort to type out all the addressees. I would have thought there is a “master” list of clients under one default name. No biggie though. Half an hour later, I got an apology from Paddy, the founder, apologizing for the lapse on the part of the company to hide the addresses.

Now see, to me it’s not such a big deal. In fact, it’s no big deal at all. Why?

1. It’s no secret that my blog carries ads for Blog2u.sg. Unless you are blind, you have seen the big big ad for iShop I posted in association with Blog2u.sg ads. So, in other words, people know I advertise for them.
2. My email address is no secret too. It is there BIG BIG on my blog.
3. It’s an overlook on the part of a new staff, most likely to be inexperienced in the work force. Who has never made mistakes in her working life before? I know I have, and I am still learning everyday.

The lesson to be learnt from this (for me) is

1. Even though the matter might appear small and inconsequential to you, address it quickly and sincerely before it escalates into a unnecessary drama.
2. Be humble about your mistake(s). People are more likely to forgive you and let it go if you admit your mistake, apologize and make no excuse for it.
3. Making sure no fires are lighted up in the first place is much better than putting out fires.

The email that came 30 minutes after the blunder:

I just learnt about the email that was sent out with some email addresses in the ‘To’ list, instead of ‘BCC’

This is a new staff and in her anxious to send to email out, I believe she has overseen the need to hide the email addressed of individual bloggers.

It is still no excuse for the lapse of carelessness on the company.

My most sincere apology on behalf of Sxxxxxx and the company to everyone that are affected by it.

I will fully understand if you are pissed off with it, again no excuse on our end.

See lah, like this how to be angry? And I wasn’t even upset in the first place. Haha!

The Young Businessman feels that Paddy had done a good job in PR Management and I fully agree.  Humility and sincerity gets you anywhere.

I know people may pelt me for this but after mulling over it for the longest time, I realised that there is really nothing I want or desire for Christmas. Either Big or myself have got that covered quite well. Haha!

Same goes for the children. Whatever they had wanted, be it bicycles, educational kits, games, gadgets or holidays etc, we have tried our best to give them whatever we deem fit for them.

So, to the friends who asked me what I want for Christmas, it is really from the bottom of my heart that I really don’t want anything.

More book or shopping vouchers maybe? I never have enough of reading or shopping… Kinokuniya-san, Mr Osh Kosh and Mrs Robinsons are most welcome. Hahaha!!