Who said getting married is expensive and complicated?
We can just go to Fort Canning Hill, sign, and everyone clap clap, then eat springrolls and cheng teng, take some photos, then long zhong deng chu koon. Short, sweet and happy.
But noooooooo.. we have to be conformists.. must follow traditional Singaporean chinese style...
Look at what we've done so far (and we took damn long to settle all these la!!!!!)
Wedding date - check
Banquet venue - check
Banquet menu - check
Wedding rings - check
Wedding gowns - sorta decided. Except for outdoor shoot gown, tea dress and Eugene's suit.
Guest list - trying to keep the numbers down.
And our wedding is next February. Seems like we're quite on the ball and well-prepared, yes?
Apparently NOT.
Cos in this country, you can't get married if you haven't
FIRST
GOTTEN
A
BLOODY
FLAT
"AIYOH!!!!!!! No flat HOW TO GET MARRIED....?!?!" shrieks X
(let X be relative/friend/colleague)
It's getting a weeeeeeeeeee bit annoying.
Not like we're not trying! How bout you find one for us hmmm?
GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
The Optimist calls me Prophet Pan
Eugene the (Mindless) Optimist sounded so depressed just now.. it was heart wrenching. He kept talking about the unfair nation, our bleak future and how he can take his revenge on those (I think he meant HDB) responsible for our plight.
We've been trying to ballot for a new flat since last year. And this time round, as 3rd-timers, he was so so so so sure we'd get a Commonwealth flat. I did warn him that with our lousy queue number (better than last time, but still lousy), we'd probably get nothing in the end again, and it'd be better if we didn't get our hopes too high. Aaah.. Pessimist Pan, he said and waved me off. He brought us to recce our future home and we even talked about what we could buy from Sheng Shiong, the ah pek supermarket, to prepare his favorite ah pek dinner. It's bad, developing feelings for something which you're not sure if it's really going to be yours for long... like a new boyfriend, or a pet fish. We sank too deep.
We have the dream, like all the not-so-rich-but-geh-kiang-wan-to-be-married couples have, the dream of a nice little place of our own, just right smack beside the MRT station- so we don't have to get a car so soon, hence also doing our part to save the earth by preserving its depleting fossil fuels and not contributing to global warming (>_<). Commonwealth was the perfect place to realise this dream.
Then when I told him just now that a friend of mine, a 1st timer, managed to get the flat, he was so upset.
"This just means we're destined for elsewhere better," I told him.
"Where, Prophet Pan?"
"Which ever place we're getting next time. "
"When is next time?"
"When we are richer and have the money for a resale flat... condo... or landed... heh..."
"Ok. So that's when we're... 35? Good. We'll have the money to buy that. But will we have the money to buy the time we would've lost?"
Unfortunately, Prophet Pan doesn't have an answer....
What happened to my Optimist???? :(
We've been trying to ballot for a new flat since last year. And this time round, as 3rd-timers, he was so so so so sure we'd get a Commonwealth flat. I did warn him that with our lousy queue number (better than last time, but still lousy), we'd probably get nothing in the end again, and it'd be better if we didn't get our hopes too high. Aaah.. Pessimist Pan, he said and waved me off. He brought us to recce our future home and we even talked about what we could buy from Sheng Shiong, the ah pek supermarket, to prepare his favorite ah pek dinner. It's bad, developing feelings for something which you're not sure if it's really going to be yours for long... like a new boyfriend, or a pet fish. We sank too deep.
We have the dream, like all the not-so-rich-but-geh-kiang-wan-to-be-married couples have, the dream of a nice little place of our own, just right smack beside the MRT station- so we don't have to get a car so soon, hence also doing our part to save the earth by preserving its depleting fossil fuels and not contributing to global warming (>_<). Commonwealth was the perfect place to realise this dream.
Then when I told him just now that a friend of mine, a 1st timer, managed to get the flat, he was so upset.
"This just means we're destined for elsewhere better," I told him.
"Where, Prophet Pan?"
"Which ever place we're getting next time. "
"When is next time?"
"When we are richer and have the money for a resale flat... condo... or landed... heh..."
"Ok. So that's when we're... 35? Good. We'll have the money to buy that. But will we have the money to buy the time we would've lost?"
Unfortunately, Prophet Pan doesn't have an answer....
What happened to my Optimist???? :(
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Read. It can change your life.
wow it's kinda dusty in here *coughs*
Starry was complaining that there's nothing new for her to read in my blog anymore..
Well speaking of reading...
I was telling Anthony the other day, while I was eating his raisins, that they always remind me of one of Roald Dahl's stories, and he said
Wow I didn't know you read!
Grrrrrrrrrr.......
LAO NIANG READS K!
On the first day of school, when I was in Primary 1, all we needed to do for English class was to COLOUR Nimmy the Alien and his spaceship. (teachers take note: always conduct quality lessons k)
Wow. That was Difficult. -_- And I wasn't prepared as I didnt have any colouring material.
This girl beside me, who has been boasting to everyone that her mom teaches in the same school (so we should worship her cos she's special), took out a glorious set of colour pencils, 36 colours in all, still unused and looking very fine in their box.
I asked meekly to share her pencils, and she gave me an extremely poisonous stare!
Well what was I thinking? I was looking very plain sitting beside the Princess, with her stupid long hair tied in stupid pink ribbons, and her stupid pink My Little Pony bag. My hair was plaited with simple black rubber bands and my bag was a squarish dark blue canvas one. Obviously I wasn't good enough to share her pencils, and much less be her friend.
She handed me a GOLD colour pencil, and quickly shifted the box to her side of the table such that it was out of my reach, and started to colour. It was like:
Hey, you got your pencil. Now use it and quit bothering me.
I had to colour the entire picture in 1 colour. Nimmy, his spaceship, the grass they were standing on, the tree, the sky and the sun. And when we handed up our work, our teacher frowned at my picture and I could've sworn I almost heard a sigh, which meant
Oh wow. Another one of those retarded kids in my class this year.
Then, during recess, a classmate's mom approached our table and said to Little Miss High and Mighty, Oh wow, your mom's a teacher? You must be really smart.
She proceeded to take out a book and asked, "Can you read this?" she asked, pointing at a random word in a book.
"Eh....eh.....eh........" was the retarded reply.
I decided to kaypoh, and without missing a beat, announced,
"Cucumber"
Suddenly I was the centre of attention. And the 'teacher's daughter' was nudged out of the conversation, and later I heard that she actually ran out crying and without looking fell into a ditch and messed up her hair and was too ashamed to climb out and so lived there forever.
No. Actually, she switched schools during the 2nd week or something. Probably couldn't take the intensity of Primary 1 and went back to nursery to play with pink toys.
That incident changed my life. And hers.
Anyway, I'm proud to announce that I went to the library yesterday, after 1 year!!
When I stepped in, I felt strangely happy and at peace. That happy feeling didn't last very long cos it became too cold, and I was already wearing a cardigan! And they were complaining about shopping malls wasting energy. They should check out Marine Parade Library!
And there were adolescents sitting around in some Starbucks-wannabe cafe and reading/doing homework and chatting and looking cool while trying to keep warm by sipping 6-dollar mochas. Duh. What happened to the good old library with just books and tables and chairs and quiet people who read?
Anyway, since it was too cold to stay and browse, I picked up 6 books, 5 of which were recommended by the library, and 1 was about wedding photography.
Maybe I'll talk about the books in my next post!
(do i hear some snoring already?)
Starry was complaining that there's nothing new for her to read in my blog anymore..
Well speaking of reading...
I was telling Anthony the other day, while I was eating his raisins, that they always remind me of one of Roald Dahl's stories, and he said
Wow I didn't know you read!
Grrrrrrrrrr.......
LAO NIANG READS K!
On the first day of school, when I was in Primary 1, all we needed to do for English class was to COLOUR Nimmy the Alien and his spaceship. (teachers take note: always conduct quality lessons k)
Wow. That was Difficult. -_- And I wasn't prepared as I didnt have any colouring material.
This girl beside me, who has been boasting to everyone that her mom teaches in the same school (so we should worship her cos she's special), took out a glorious set of colour pencils, 36 colours in all, still unused and looking very fine in their box.
I asked meekly to share her pencils, and she gave me an extremely poisonous stare!
Well what was I thinking? I was looking very plain sitting beside the Princess, with her stupid long hair tied in stupid pink ribbons, and her stupid pink My Little Pony bag. My hair was plaited with simple black rubber bands and my bag was a squarish dark blue canvas one. Obviously I wasn't good enough to share her pencils, and much less be her friend.
She handed me a GOLD colour pencil, and quickly shifted the box to her side of the table such that it was out of my reach, and started to colour. It was like:
Hey, you got your pencil. Now use it and quit bothering me.
I had to colour the entire picture in 1 colour. Nimmy, his spaceship, the grass they were standing on, the tree, the sky and the sun. And when we handed up our work, our teacher frowned at my picture and I could've sworn I almost heard a sigh, which meant
Oh wow. Another one of those retarded kids in my class this year.
Then, during recess, a classmate's mom approached our table and said to Little Miss High and Mighty, Oh wow, your mom's a teacher? You must be really smart.
She proceeded to take out a book and asked, "Can you read this?" she asked, pointing at a random word in a book.
"Eh....eh.....eh........" was the retarded reply.
I decided to kaypoh, and without missing a beat, announced,
"Cucumber"
Suddenly I was the centre of attention. And the 'teacher's daughter' was nudged out of the conversation, and later I heard that she actually ran out crying and without looking fell into a ditch and messed up her hair and was too ashamed to climb out and so lived there forever.
No. Actually, she switched schools during the 2nd week or something. Probably couldn't take the intensity of Primary 1 and went back to nursery to play with pink toys.
That incident changed my life. And hers.
Anyway, I'm proud to announce that I went to the library yesterday, after 1 year!!
When I stepped in, I felt strangely happy and at peace. That happy feeling didn't last very long cos it became too cold, and I was already wearing a cardigan! And they were complaining about shopping malls wasting energy. They should check out Marine Parade Library!
And there were adolescents sitting around in some Starbucks-wannabe cafe and reading/doing homework and chatting and looking cool while trying to keep warm by sipping 6-dollar mochas. Duh. What happened to the good old library with just books and tables and chairs and quiet people who read?
Anyway, since it was too cold to stay and browse, I picked up 6 books, 5 of which were recommended by the library, and 1 was about wedding photography.
Maybe I'll talk about the books in my next post!
(do i hear some snoring already?)
Friday, February 8, 2008
Highlights of January 2008
Eugene drinking his Mos milk tea at the same time nourishing the tree growing out of his head
"Hmmmm ... should I get the tight-fit one or .... "
To get a closer picture of him, I went into the changing room and locked the door, to his dismay. He was warned about the faulty lock and thanks to me we were locked inside for a good 5 minutes before their staff heard my cries and let us out.
Eugene just stood there and -_-''' the whole time. How helpful.
A softball cupcake with his name on it. But instead of his no. 18 they ran out of green icing and gave him the unlucky 13 :S
There was a cake underneath the cap!! But no one had the heart to eat it.
Rip off of the Month: Long John's Silver (outside Plaza Sing) $2 mini garden salad.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Kitty Venus
In Loving Memory
200_ - 4 Jan 2008
KITTY VENUS
"I know I was designed to be
Adored by all who encounter me
With glossy fur and emerald eyes
My glory's sure to mesmerize
Those hapless humans who think that
A dog's a dog; a cat's a cat
Will surely come around to see
The miracle that is me."
All the Man that I Need
I used to cry myself
To sleep at night
But that was all
Before he came
Before he came
I thought love had to hurt
To turn out right
But now he's here
It's not the same
It's not the same
And in the morning
when I kiss his eyes
He takes me down
And rocks me slow
And in the evening
when the moon is high
He holds me close
And won't let go
He fills me up
He gives me love
More love than I've ever seen
He's all I've got in this world
But he's all the man that I need
Saturday, December 22, 2007
24th SEA Games Experience
This was the most memorable holiday I ever had. It started off with a Bangkok trip with Fandrie:
Anyone can tell that this is Mark Richmond with the SEA Games liason officers in Bangkok Airport, thanks to my photography skills.
I could stay here forever cos...
...this was the view from our hotel room on the SEA games opening night.
S$7 (?!) sharks fin in a food court. Fin real or not I dunno la, but it's good enough for me.
"Hmph. You eat shark. Don't friend you already."
Then I bravely headed to Korat for the SEA games while Fan left for Isreal.
Red carpet sia.. looks a leetle beet sleezy.
The hotel even had their own cow!
The Tom Yam Kung was unforgetable! So was the Pad Thai!
Jennifer and Wong Ah Teck were great company.At the field....
Cute and sweet Renu.
Cute and radiant Irene.
偶像Royston
And of course with Eugene dear... the very reason for me to be there
Scared chao da.
Match started and no. 18 was up to something....
zooming in..... top right corner: \(^o^)/..... no. 18's handy work. Oiii... concentrate on the game leh!!!!
2-base hit by Eugene!!!
Kenny hits and Eugene ran like his life depended on it.
"...No. 11.. may we have your signature... your homerun very 帅... -giggles-"
Bronze medallists! Rarrhh!!
We want to lie down to admire our medals cannot ah
Now we want to toss our caps high high!
No. 18's cap flew to outerspace
So proud of you dear.. Thank you for sharing this with me :)
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