heritage - mum & dad

Lookie! I look like them both!

small & simple?

so much for wanting things small & simple.. pfft!

All hopes for that flew out the window.

I got one super-excited mum. A mum who will spend A LOT in her excitement. And A LOT of tat will come from my pockets.

I dare not find out whom she's inviting. My parents almost argued when my dad tried to stop her from inviting those far-flung ones.

I asked that I wear this number which I've worn only ONCE, years back.

She wants to tailor a whole new suit.

Fine. At least she lets me choose the colour.

The day she went shopping, she came back with TWO sets of cloth. GLITTERY cloth. She wants me to have a change of clothes. Goodness!

I'm baulking at the fact that I have to buy a ring, which I deem pretty unecessary but it seems that EVERYONE thinks it's the proper thing to do.

Fine.

At least my relative is willing to loan out what her daughter used previously, for the tray cloth. Haha!

And it seems that there are many who are more excited than I am. They have requested that I 'reserve' trays for them beacause they wanna contribute 'something'.

That's superb! So I wont have to think about what to give. Keep it coming! But there's a limit though. I don't want 'the other side' having to bring back 2 trays per person.

Oh, so who's providing the fruit basket? Anyone...? I've already got cupcakes, chocolates, pastry basket, confectionery and a mysterious something that Tini is wanting to give.

I only specify that they don't stray from the colour of the cloth used. Funny thing is, I'm not sure what colour it is. I just said green (favourite colour, ok??).

My aunt had not told me of the colour. Hope there's none of the contributors who got a tad over-zealous and already start with their preparations....

And my boss has been bombarding me with never-ending questions. So much so that I got scared.

She's making me doubt my decision. She's making me apprehensive. I hope I don't get panic attacks as the day comes near.

I know my mum will.

And I need to lose some weight. My cheeks are too chubby for photo-taking.

I'm so miserly, you say? Try going through this. After a (very) short notice.

miss swan

miss swan

tell me, just how many of you out there have watched her on you tube?

love her? or hate her?

i admit that she's sooo darn irritating.

... but funnY!


miss swan goes to a gay bar

also watch the one where she goes to starbucks. seeing a barrista will neva be the same again.

the red house

the red house

Oh just another something to add to the list called:

Stupids Things I Do / Things I Do that Scared My Parents So

So my bro has a bunch of collegues who live deep in Loyang, along Jalan Loyang Besar, 15 mins walk from Downtown East, Pasir Ris.

And those in the know, should be aware that it is also where The Red House is located.

It is a derelict, abandoned single-storey bungalow that is painted red (though by now the paint had faded to a less scarier shade of the above-mentioned colour).

This place is somewhat known for the 2 stone lions guarding the gate.




Anyway, I have been most curious about this place and finally that Friday, my bro's Aussie collegue finally relented and accept my bro's offer to drive him home.

He had given my bro a 'kuini', a variety of mango with the most sickeningly fragrant scent; not to mention uber-delicious flesh.

He had collected the fruit from within the compounds of The Red House.

As I passed the site that's engulfed in total darkness (it was past 10pm), I excitedly said to my bro," The gate is unlocked! Can I go in?"

And the sweet bro of mine replied, "After we drop James off, I'll park outside and let you go."And so he parked on THE OTHER SIDE of the road and I practically hopped off the car.

Yes, I went in alone.

So excited was I, that I went in empty-handed; no torchlight, not even my handphone (which can be pretty reliable to provide some desired brightness).

I went down the sloping, winding path, almost reaching the house when I made a smart move to put my hands in front of my face. Despite the lit apartments in the neighbouring lot, the darkness within the compounds of this place was so thick due to the overgrown and unkempt vegetation that I barely see my hands in front of me!

So I dejectedly walked back out to my bro. I gave the stone lions a second look. There's something about them.... It's their eyes...

Got in the car and he drove off. I bet he was relieved. Scaredy-cat! He didn't even get out of the car!

I sent him to work early Sunday morning. I remember his colleague had said that when he went there to collect some mangoes the morning before, he saw an uncle walking out with TWO bagfuls of the mangoes, leaving him with none of the good ones. Disappointed, he went to work empty-handed.

Bored, I told my bro of my desire to go back in there. He told me, "Good! Then you can bring back the mangoes for me!"

So after dropping him off at Downtown East, I drove up to The Red House again. The neighbourhood was kinda' quiet. Nobody has woken up yet, I guess.

The gate remain unlocked so I ventured in and looked forward to peeking into the house. Somehow I got distracted by the mangoes on the ground. I felt like a kid again, I went deeper and deeper, looking for the fruits. I ended up walking out with four nice ones (the rest are either rotting or ruptured due to a bad fall).

As I put in the mangoes, I looked back at the house. It doesn't seem that creepy in the day. I almost went back in until I saw this road sweeper nearby. I was a tad embarrassed, knowing that he's seen me trespassing into the grounds of that derelict house. Besides, I dun feel like leaving my car out there with the engine running. So I drove off.

If the strong scent of one 'kuini' is bad enough to drive me crazy, what more four??! So I drove back with the windows down.

As I excitedly told my parents about how I got them mangoes, they were like, "Why didn't tell us? We could have come along!"

That was in the morning. When my relatives knew of my exploits later in the day, these black sheep told me of the various implications of having a girl walk in alone into the grounds of a house that is known to be haunted.

My mum got so creeped out that she reprimanded me and warned me not to go back there.

Gah!

Man, I hate these wet blankets! I have yet to see what's inside the house! And I dun feel like going against my mum's words...

premonition

a premonition on an impending death

I have these 3 neighbours.

Neighbour A is a masseuse who lives on the 9th floor right below me.

Neighbour B is a family of 4 who live 2 doors aways from Neighbour A on the same level.

Neighbour C is a lady who is now bedridden after her condition deteriorate due to a major stroke. She lives on the 8th floor.

My parents are close to both this couple who has 2 teenage sons, that is Neighbour B.

When Neighbour A came by my house for Hari Raya, she mentioned in passing that recently, she's been 'smelling' this scent, a certain scent which she said, is assimilated with death.

Yes, it sounds bizarre but my mum had said that a masseuse like her is 'blessed' with the gift of 'knowing'.

She claimed to have smelt the 'scent' in right from the lift lobby area. Our block is the old kind so the lift stops at the 9th storey. All of us use that lift lobby.

She had suspected that Neighbour C's condition have deteriorated so badly that it 'might not be long now'.

Yesterday, the husband in the Neighbour B household passed away.

Apparently, he fell off his bike and the impact of hitting his head on the kerb proved fatal.

Is that saying that Neighbour A had indeed sensed the 'scent of death'? But she was mistaken as to who the scent belong to?

We can never really know fate. Even though it's said that signs on one's impending death appears 40days before it actually happen.

I dun really wish to have her gift. It's freaky.

Al-Fatihah buat rohnya. Semoga dicucuri rahmat oleh Allah s.w.t.

stress-busting

stress-busting

It'll be interesting to know that THIS ain't one of my stress-busters.


It's the CAUSE of my stress.

My boss's wife returned from Vietnam with a bunch of these lilies in hand and sought to arrange some into the vase.

Nice to see? Try being stuck in the office with these within 2 metres from you. I'm surprised if the scent doesn't get to you.

... And give you a headache.

Now that I'm alone, just so tempted to put it on the balcony outside.

But no, I ain't getting any nearer to those.


Nothing like a weeny bit of indulgence to get me going while I do a bit of over-timing (yes, I know it's a monday).

Raid the pantry and satiate myself with some crisp cereals (cranberry-almond crunch), oreos and milo in a very deep ceramic bowl that is utterly mismatched with the stiff plastic spoon I used to eat.


But it's nice. Ahh.. Comfort food.

Work is getting to be a real nice solace, if you ask me.

....Or try the easy way out.

Simple.

View pics of gorgeous guys.

You know like.....

Takeshi Kaneshiro...?




.... No?













Or .....

.... Dennis Joseph O'Neil??

a.k.a

Dennis Oh.













Dennis Oh-so-beautiful.




*drools*











Yes, CT & bAyYa is back!

Back to her normal self that is.

I'm ok now

I'm ok now

....Really! To all who gave words of advice (you know who you are!), THANK YOU. I appreciate the concern.

I followed your advice and resolved to finally talk a bit about this matter with my parents.

What better way than over a good meal, rite?

After the small discussion did I feel soo much better. I finally have a more open mind. There's no turning back but at least it makes my path ahead look... well, more passable.

I can see their enthused faces. All of them. The tilt in their voice, the bright eyes. Yet nobody looked at me in the face with regards to the matter.

I'm to be kept in the dark, don't I?

The wagon-of-enthusiasm seem to be going at a break-neck speed and yet many around me has managed jumped onto it while I was struggling to catch up.

I will get onto it... eventually.

Pray that I will. I'd better.