Sunday, October 5, 2008

nathaniel

we went to the gynae on sat and during the scan he pointed to a little speck and proudly said:

'ah! im quite certain its a boy!'

for a split second, i was both happy and disappointed. happy cos i know my parents would want a boy (as there are already 2 precious nieces in the family) and disappointed cos when i talk to the baby at nite i always address her as emma. the Queen was hoping for a girl but oh well. anyway praise god for the smooth pregnancy so far: babe is growing well n Queen is also in good health. we are going for a wk long trip later this month and since its gonna be our last trip b4 baby comes we shall play hard and enjoy ourselves. hilton, marriott, intercontinental here we come!

oh well, there will be a detailed scan next month so we shall see how things go.

im setting up my baby fund 'Nat's Watch Me Grow Fund' and im relying on u kind hearted generous folks to donate monthly: yes it will be a giro system. how does $10 a month sound?

Sunday, September 28, 2008

hush now

i was watching michael moore's slacker uprising online and it suddenly hit me: obama MUST win on nov4th, the world cannot have bush3rd for another 4/8yrs.

perception of the united states has gone to historically low that actually to a think tank based in washington, US's soft power has erroded considerably after it launched the fictitious war on terror. the troops were not greeted as liberators, wmd was never found, osama is still not caught and how innocent many civilians die in iraq as colloteral damage? we will never know. the most hawkish neo cons have never been near a war, they have not worn an uniform and obviously they would also never know the sound of dying comrades.

it always strikes me: this sheer hypocrisy of the yanks. kill white ppl and they call it terrorism, kill 30k viets/iraqis/communists and its....damn it...oopps...sorry....the guided missile went off course. then what the fuck is the use of a guided missile? ask rumsfield.

i felt v strongly on this financial crisis, i call it corporate terrorism, or corporate 911. when bush blasted greedy bankers on wall street and the regulatory authorities and democrats and everybody else, why didnt he look into the mirror? the govt is supposed to keep an eye on this , its their job, not when the economy is going belly up then u sprout shit like we r doing everything we could to avert a melt down. who fell asleep? who got complacent?

the ceos who bailed out with millions b4 the companies bled dry and let their staff's lifelong savings vanish overnight, why arent they prosecuted?

will check out the first round of the presidential debate later, apparently both parties claimed they scored. but i beleive the immediate polls showed that the public felt obama did a beta job.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

come mon herbie, do the cat dance!

the 'grandnanny' is leaving on oct 3rd, on friday nite we had her farewell din at durty nellys. she doesnt know when she will be coming back again n i have this sneaky i prob have to fly to geneva to see her next time.

i love talking abt my ex house mates; this bunch of half mad, totally insane 3 women who were my pillars of support in my varsity years.

her flight is at 1am, i will be there. i hope i wont cry. but i think the other 2 will n i will prob be influenced by them.

if u want to forgive, forgive.

wat a lazy cosy sunday and im stuck in office dealing with childish, petty part timers. a shouting match happened earlier over matters which i tot, aint anything serious at all. come mon give it a rest! A wants to confront B abt something he said months ago. so what if he did. it always amazes me and it still does, that many adults actually have zero common sense. i look at my family and i know which cousins aint talking to each other cos 'im giving birth to a boy n u r not so hahahaha. '

wtf!

u can say im a door mat sometimes cos i dun see the pt in raising voices, when 2 persons yell its just bloody noise. i dun like the confrontional approach, i rather stab u quietly in the back while looking like the victim.

we did some calculations over our financial status and im grateful that the queen is a thrifty person n we have always maintained fiscal disipline when it comes to money matters, forced savings are non negotiable n though it may be bloodletting now i am glad we have acquired a comfy sum to see us thru the next few months. thank goodness i do not have to pole dance part time again.

was reading some random blogs and came across one which the girl has been (and still is) hit by her bf, there was a picture of him in her older posts. omg he looks like such a loser. as i scroll down i also realised he is those megalomanic who thinks he is some god's gift to girls. what a cunt.

sweetheart, shame on him if he hit u once.

shame on u if he hit u twice/thrice etc.

wake the fuck up! men dun change.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

whose yr daddy?!

woo hoo, im going into another chapter of adulthood: fatherhood.

yes, im sure this comes as a surprise to many when i told my mates that my queen is now into her 14th week. boy or girl, we have no preference as long as the little one is healthy.

if its a boy we will call him nathaniel. if its a gal we may either call her emma or natalyn.

if u can suggest more names, please drop yr comments in the comments box la.

when i informed my colleagues yest during our weekly meeting there was alot of squealing and hi-fis going round, lolx, when they asked me how i felt when i initially heard the news the first thing that popped into my head is : we cant go nyc/boston/vermont in oct anymore!

anyway perhaps we wil plan a short trip next month but thailand is still messed up and so is malaysia whereas bali has been bombed twice. where the heck can i go?

p/s- all the tough talk abt letting junior listen to u2/depeche mode rather than evil nursery rhymes, i mean it. oh yea! whose yr daddy now!

Saturday, August 30, 2008

6

finally had a boy's nite out with frog yesterday, we went to our fav haunt at liang seah n drunk mugs n mugs of san miguel while munching lay's sour creams chips n chicken wings. ah it was always great talking shit n bitching about our partners/work/bosses/colleagues/US politics.

2 party gals came n said hello. both were in short short skirts n barely-enuff-fabric-to-make-a-bloody-hankerchief tops, we said hello back n ended up buying them 2 shots*. we asked what exactly is the job scope of a party girl and she replied" to make customers happy". seeing the look of horror on our faces, she quickly added that its just pure clean fun. n she would never go out with any customers.

if i have a daughter next time n she wanna do part time work, i would never allow her to work as a party girl.

so we observed her in action as they hopped around tables, not unexpectedly, some assholes put their hands on her ass while talking. first time she brushed the hand away and playfully tapped the guy's shoulder. second time she pretended she has received a text msg on her hp n walked off. smart kid.

*we asked her to guess how old we were n she tot we were both 25.

next were the dancers, given that i have not been there for some time, its no big deals those dancers i used to see were not working. im no dancer myself but i gotta say, they look robotic up on the 'podium'. admittedly it takes a lot of balls to dance in public but heck where is the passion? the wow factor? no one clapped after the 3 song-15 minute long routine was over. tragic.

most of the audience were not watching or even if they had, many switched off after the first song n continued to inject their bloodstreams with more alcohol.

the dj whom i know personally was also no longer there but the choice of music has improved drastically. there was a period when they always play bloody rnb* but i heard 30 seconds 2 mars yest. how cool is that!

i asked my intern whether she has heard of depeche mode. she shook her head. but at least she is not a fan of rnb, ah there is still hope!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

if love was the answer, would u please rephase yr question?

i have very few close friends, but many hello n goodbye acquaintances. how i define close friend is someone i would call immediately to share the good news if say i got a job promotion or won the lottery. i lost a few due to stupidity (that part i will come to later) but i also concluded, though im not friendship expert, that frens need a certain chemistry to keep/hold the relationship.



thats the stupidest thing i ever read, i hear u say. well i guess u r kinda right.



i have known alvin, my bestest non gay mate dude, since 1998 and though our daily emails (amounting a whopping 1000 in my 3 yrs in perth) the friendship happily sailed thru all this years. and looking back he wasnt me closest mate among the gang but i suppose others (n myself) got lazy and the frequencies of exchanges got lesser n lesser till good friends slowly dissolve into strangers. but when it comes to him, that dude's emails came fast n furious.



i printed some of the emails out and binded them into a book, a bit like copying the diary of anne frank, i fliiped thru it occasionally and marveled at the things that bothered us so long ago; mainly girl issues. some were funny, some were heart breaking,



eugene the toad/frog is another one who has been stealing horses with me since college days, i cringed at our old photos and the crap we used to talk about. during the yrs i was away he was the only one (beside my family) who bothered to send snail mail. bless his heart.


i truly believe in platonic friendship, just take a look at my 3 beloved ex housemates; kel, mich n jen.

we often talked abt going back to perth on a road trip together and visit our old house at slater court.

that brings to the main point today: can ex-es remain good friends? as in, u will still hang out , heck u will even intro ur new beau to yr partner during dinner n meant it in a non vicious way. personally i think ppl whom u once court or courted u can change to great buddies, i have numerous such gal mates.

but with my ex? lemme count with my fingers: personally, none. zip. i dun think im that big hearted. even now when i have a band around my finger i dun find the tot of being sandwiched between the queen n some ex not very comforting.

anyway was listening to new order's turn my way n gosh instantly i tot of this gal i once wooed in 2001. it is amazing how much a mere song could re-evoke vivid memories which i tot has been lost 4 good. she worked in bodyshop at j8 and on hindsight i dint believe i got so much balls to approach her n gave her my hp. horror upon horror, she did texted me after a few days. of cos thing dint out well, we dated but it kinda fizzled.

stories to share? tell me. leave yr comments.