The fact that I am writing this on a Monday morning bugs me to no end.
The show I just watched on the TV disturbed me, its title was "Yesterday Once More". It told of a couple who loved each other so much that the husband hatched an elaborate scheme to keep his wife from knowing that he was dying/dead from a terminal disease.
It was supposed to be a romantic comedy, yet I've mopped up my leaking eyes countless times and ended up with a punch-drunk look. My expensive eye cream is useless.
Jeez, is there even such thing as love?
There must be, the Hong Kong movie industry is half sustaining itself on this concept.
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"So, what now?" My friend asked.
Sigh, I wish I knew the answer.
"How are things between the two of you?"
I shrugged. "We're friends."
My friend knew me well and long enough to read into my response.
"Hmm, he slow or what?"
Maybe to him I'm just a friend.
"Well, it's clear to you he's more than that. You're always defending and helping him."
Sigh, I hung my head. Because I don't want to mistake friendship for something more, and leave nothing for us in the end.
"But surely there are signs from him, right?"
I think he thinks of me as a loyal sidekick.
"Sidekick my ass. He trusts you, right?"
Yup, enough to offer to let me drive his brand new car into Malaysia even though he knows I've not driven in more than 10 years. Although I haven't mustered enough nerve to do it yet.
"See?! See?! This guy I'm going out with, he asks me to close his car door with ONE finger. A gentle push. Don't even talk about letting me drive his precious baby."
Err, your friend is weird lor.
"Hei, surely there must be other stuff that you can tell whether he likes you or not."
Well, he belives that I won't treat him in a funny manner.
"Like how funny?"
A colleague showed me a BMW catalogue on his desk. I flipped through and pasted a Post-It note on a page showing a coupe, saying I wanted it. When he found the note, he accused my colleague of playing with his things. When she said it was me, he said "Sylvie won't treat me like that, it must be you". Ha ha ha.
"You are both weird. Suitable for each other."
Yes, we are, aren't we. I must have killed him or done something horrible in my previous life. Now karma is working on me, like I owe him big time.
"Ha ha, I've always thought love is a form of karma."
Ha ha ha. To think I passed on the rich Datuk's son. THAT is karma.
"Hey, we Sagittarians may be sarcastic, fun and enjoy the good stuff in life, but we are also not materialistic."
Make that die-hard romantics as well.
So, what now?
Monday, January 22, 2007
We've Only Just Begun
A friend has returned from her Bangkok posting to KL to start her own business.
Another has just celebrated her 1st anniversary with her husband in Melbourne, after dating for 10 years.
Two other close friends have gotten married and moved away from the hometown.
Gosh, I miss them so much.
"We've only just begun to live..." I've always loved this song by the Carpenters for its wistful and melancholic lyrics.
Yet it described accurately our journeys in life at the age of 30.
When is it going to be my turn?
Another has just celebrated her 1st anniversary with her husband in Melbourne, after dating for 10 years.
Two other close friends have gotten married and moved away from the hometown.
Gosh, I miss them so much.
"We've only just begun to live..." I've always loved this song by the Carpenters for its wistful and melancholic lyrics.
Yet it described accurately our journeys in life at the age of 30.
When is it going to be my turn?
Sunday, January 14, 2007
And I Jumped... Again
My friend used to drag me to movies, particularly spine-chilling ones. And I would be whining and pouting before we entered the darkened hall with family-size combo, 2 tall Cokes and a box of popcorn.
"Well, who would want to pay money to be scared?" I whined, "I'll have nightmares for weeks."
"Well, for the past 3 weeks, you've dragged me to every silly comedy, or cartons that you can find," she stated calmly. "So, now it's my turn to choose the movie."
Deciding that opposition was useless (kinda like Spore, ha ha), I kept quiet and looked at her soulfully.
She was merciless. "Until you can say you're watching a horror movie with your boyfriend, you're watching horror movies with me."
"I'll have cramped hands," I tried.
She dragged me along. She paid for the tickets, drinks and popcorn.
The movie started, and I put up my hands an inch from my face, peering at the screen through the tiny slits between fingers.
(That's how I get cramped hands from watching horror movies, my hands would be fixed in that position for 90 minutes at least.)
The show proved quite tame (Haunted Castle), and I lowered my hands slightly.
Big, big silly mistake.
A transparent ghost oozing blood jumped out at the screen. The split second it did, I jerked in my seat, causing evil friend and those sitting around us to have quite a start. Popcorn showered within 1 metre of my hand.
Damn, no place to hide as people turned around and gigled. My friend was brushing popcorn off her hair and laughing at me.
S***. Lost 1/2 bucket of popcorn already. And it was only 15 minutes into the show.
That's why my friend liked to watch horror movies with me, I gave the movie extra kick. Gave her bigger scares than the movie itself.
My friend is evil. Just kill me already.
"Well, who would want to pay money to be scared?" I whined, "I'll have nightmares for weeks."
"Well, for the past 3 weeks, you've dragged me to every silly comedy, or cartons that you can find," she stated calmly. "So, now it's my turn to choose the movie."
Deciding that opposition was useless (kinda like Spore, ha ha), I kept quiet and looked at her soulfully.
She was merciless. "Until you can say you're watching a horror movie with your boyfriend, you're watching horror movies with me."
"I'll have cramped hands," I tried.
She dragged me along. She paid for the tickets, drinks and popcorn.
The movie started, and I put up my hands an inch from my face, peering at the screen through the tiny slits between fingers.
(That's how I get cramped hands from watching horror movies, my hands would be fixed in that position for 90 minutes at least.)
The show proved quite tame (Haunted Castle), and I lowered my hands slightly.
Big, big silly mistake.
A transparent ghost oozing blood jumped out at the screen. The split second it did, I jerked in my seat, causing evil friend and those sitting around us to have quite a start. Popcorn showered within 1 metre of my hand.
Damn, no place to hide as people turned around and gigled. My friend was brushing popcorn off her hair and laughing at me.
S***. Lost 1/2 bucket of popcorn already. And it was only 15 minutes into the show.
That's why my friend liked to watch horror movies with me, I gave the movie extra kick. Gave her bigger scares than the movie itself.
My friend is evil. Just kill me already.
And I Jumped
I jump... at the slightest sounds or sights that I catch from the corner of my eyes.
Hell, I also jump when things happen right in front of my eyes.
Imagine this, you (imagine Doraemon) are driving a colleague (imagine me) to get some bird nests and chicken broth (we are fabulous colleagues, just need the right occasion to demonstrate it) before driving to the hospital. We even left the office early for this particular mission.
Anyway getting back to the subject proper...
The radio was playing some maudlin sentimental songs about love (it was close to 14th February, after all).
Doraemon turned on the thing-that-caused-soapy-water-to-squirt-from-cartop-onto-windshield and I jumped 3 inches off the seat, next to him. I think a faint "eep" came out.
"What? What's wrong?!"
I was mortified, and couldn't stop laughing, clutching at my pounding heart. "The water, it was aiming right at my eyes!"
"Jeez, you gave me a bloody scare! I just wanted to clean the windshield."
I was still snuffling/gigling in horror.
15 minutes later, after his blood pressure went down to the normal rates (ha ha..), he turned to look at me.
"I'm turning on the water again. Don't scare me like that anymore."
Hell, I also jump when things happen right in front of my eyes.
Imagine this, you (imagine Doraemon) are driving a colleague (imagine me) to get some bird nests and chicken broth (we are fabulous colleagues, just need the right occasion to demonstrate it) before driving to the hospital. We even left the office early for this particular mission.
Anyway getting back to the subject proper...
The radio was playing some maudlin sentimental songs about love (it was close to 14th February, after all).
Doraemon turned on the thing-that-caused-soapy-water-to-squirt-from-cartop-onto-windshield and I jumped 3 inches off the seat, next to him. I think a faint "eep" came out.
"What? What's wrong?!"
I was mortified, and couldn't stop laughing, clutching at my pounding heart. "The water, it was aiming right at my eyes!"
"Jeez, you gave me a bloody scare! I just wanted to clean the windshield."
I was still snuffling/gigling in horror.
15 minutes later, after his blood pressure went down to the normal rates (ha ha..), he turned to look at me.
"I'm turning on the water again. Don't scare me like that anymore."
It's Almost V-Day
The few days leading to 14th February 2006, I kept hearing the uZap advertisement on the radio.
Something to the line "... want your other half to be as slim/svelte as (celebrity name), get this for the woman in your life.."
When Doraemon drove us to the NUH to visit a colleague who just had an operation, the ad came on air again.
I chuckled. "Ha ha, don't ever get it for your girlfriend, or you'll be dog meat."
Doraemon smiled. "I don't have a girlfriend."
"Well, not for your mom or sis or friends too. Unless they specifically asked for it."
He was puzzled. Man...
"Why not?"
I turned to look at him in indignant righteousness. "Cos you'll be saying they need it. That they're fat. It's BAD for you."
(Not that I was hinting anything at that time. Or that I needed uZap, cos I was already wearing Polo Jeans Kids then...)
He laughed at that.
"And don't get appliances like kettle, blender or vacumn cleaner." Boy, was I on the roll that day.
"Why not?"
"Cos you'll be telling them they should stay at home and just make up the house. It's crazy to give a woman such things. UNLESS SHE ASKED FOR IT EXPLICITLY."
Doraemon was quiet for a while. "So hard to get a woman a gift..."
"Well, get her something fanciful or special, don't have to be expensive. Special."
He nodded, deep in thought.
"Of course, diamonds ALWAYS work, he he.."
(Women everywhere should thank me for educating another clueless male.)
Something to the line "... want your other half to be as slim/svelte as (celebrity name), get this for the woman in your life.."
When Doraemon drove us to the NUH to visit a colleague who just had an operation, the ad came on air again.
I chuckled. "Ha ha, don't ever get it for your girlfriend, or you'll be dog meat."
Doraemon smiled. "I don't have a girlfriend."
"Well, not for your mom or sis or friends too. Unless they specifically asked for it."
He was puzzled. Man...
"Why not?"
I turned to look at him in indignant righteousness. "Cos you'll be saying they need it. That they're fat. It's BAD for you."
(Not that I was hinting anything at that time. Or that I needed uZap, cos I was already wearing Polo Jeans Kids then...)
He laughed at that.
"And don't get appliances like kettle, blender or vacumn cleaner." Boy, was I on the roll that day.
"Why not?"
"Cos you'll be telling them they should stay at home and just make up the house. It's crazy to give a woman such things. UNLESS SHE ASKED FOR IT EXPLICITLY."
Doraemon was quiet for a while. "So hard to get a woman a gift..."
"Well, get her something fanciful or special, don't have to be expensive. Special."
He nodded, deep in thought.
"Of course, diamonds ALWAYS work, he he.."
(Women everywhere should thank me for educating another clueless male.)
"For 2M I want a BMW3.."
Give somebody a yard, he'll want a mile..
That's how bad Doraemon is with me... he's not above haggling and shameless requests for fancy toys; the latest was a BMW3.
What, you think Sylvie mass prints the greenbacks is it?
First he bargained the Ipod to measly $250. I gave in cos it was molding away in the drawer anyway and the prices had dropped since I got it. I'd have some cash on hand in return for the brick.
Then to sweeten the deal (I was sulking because of the Ipod deal), he gave me a Bluetooth headset.
As a birthday present. 3 weeks after the day.
Which he got FOC in an underhanded way (I know of all his underhanded ways, since I helped out a bit, ha ha).
But the unit was deader than a doornail; even when fully charged after 8 hours, it was still undetectable.
On MSN Messenger:
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Me (yelling): "You gave me Invisible Bluetooth!"
Doraemon: "Did you charge? Did you turn it on?"
Me: "Whaddaya think I'm stupid?"
(He was smart enough not to answer that question.)
Doraemon: "I'm more inclined to think you're not familiar with it."
Me: "I want to RMA it. And this gift doesn't count."
Doraemon: "Hey, it counts."
Me: "Doesn't work. Invisible things dun count for me."
Doraemon: *sigh*
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When I said I got him something funny (a notebook brush - FOC)
for Christmas, he said "no need".
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Me: "Really? Good!"
Doraemon: "I meant, if it's gonna be a cheap gift, no need"
Me: "Christmas is more fun when you receive cheap & fun gifts, what?!."
Doraemon: "Dowan."
Me: "OK lah, then your birthday lah. What do you want for your birthday? We can go eat at this super expensive restaurant (name changed to protect the innocents)."
Doraemon: "I want a mobile phone :)"
Me *spluttering*: "What?"
Doraemon: "N80 Internet Edition. Hmm, better still, make it N95."
Me: "Hey, N95 is not even in the market yet!"
Doraemon: "It's OK, you can give me Nokia vouchers."
Me: "Well if it's for my bf (I don't have one) it's not an issue lah..."
Doraemon: "..."
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So the poor churchmouse (Sylvie) popped into a MoneyMaking Den (Singapore Pools outlet) when she happened to pass it by several days later. Bought a lottery ticket that promised $2M as top prize. With 2M, sure, N95 wouldn't be a problem... I'd even get a condo for myself.
*evil laughter*
One week later:
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Me: "No N95 for you. $2M hope dashed.."
Doraemon: "For 2M, I want a BMW3..."
Me *spluttering, again*: "Oi, you turned super greedy at the top liao."
Doraemon: "Ha ha.."
Me: "You'll sell yourself into slavery for a BMW3?!"
Doraemon: "Hmm... what kind of slavery?"
Me: "Life-long..."
Doraemon: "Hmm..."
(Hey, if he could ask for a BMW, I also wanted something..)
Me: "Well what would you get me if you win 2M?"
Doraemon: "What do you want?"
Me: "A BMW6 series!"
Doraemon: "I'd be your driver then.."
Me: "Can? Can!"
Doraemon: "Replica..."
Me: "One that runs on road."
Doraemon: "Replica..."
Me: "Then I get some batteries for your BMW3 also lor.."
Doraemon: "Dun be like that leh..."
See what kind of a fiend I'm dealing with??
Too bad I like him.
That's how bad Doraemon is with me... he's not above haggling and shameless requests for fancy toys; the latest was a BMW3.
What, you think Sylvie mass prints the greenbacks is it?
First he bargained the Ipod to measly $250. I gave in cos it was molding away in the drawer anyway and the prices had dropped since I got it. I'd have some cash on hand in return for the brick.
Then to sweeten the deal (I was sulking because of the Ipod deal), he gave me a Bluetooth headset.
As a birthday present. 3 weeks after the day.
Which he got FOC in an underhanded way (I know of all his underhanded ways, since I helped out a bit, ha ha).
But the unit was deader than a doornail; even when fully charged after 8 hours, it was still undetectable.
On MSN Messenger:
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Me (yelling): "You gave me Invisible Bluetooth!"
Doraemon: "Did you charge? Did you turn it on?"
Me: "Whaddaya think I'm stupid?"
(He was smart enough not to answer that question.)
Doraemon: "I'm more inclined to think you're not familiar with it."
Me: "I want to RMA it. And this gift doesn't count."
Doraemon: "Hey, it counts."
Me: "Doesn't work. Invisible things dun count for me."
Doraemon: *sigh*
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When I said I got him something funny (a notebook brush - FOC)
for Christmas, he said "no need".
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Me: "Really? Good!"
Doraemon: "I meant, if it's gonna be a cheap gift, no need"
Me: "Christmas is more fun when you receive cheap & fun gifts, what?!."
Doraemon: "Dowan."
Me: "OK lah, then your birthday lah. What do you want for your birthday? We can go eat at this super expensive restaurant (name changed to protect the innocents)."
Doraemon: "I want a mobile phone :)"
Me *spluttering*: "What?"
Doraemon: "N80 Internet Edition. Hmm, better still, make it N95."
Me: "Hey, N95 is not even in the market yet!"
Doraemon: "It's OK, you can give me Nokia vouchers."
Me: "Well if it's for my bf (I don't have one) it's not an issue lah..."
Doraemon: "..."
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So the poor churchmouse (Sylvie) popped into a MoneyMaking Den (Singapore Pools outlet) when she happened to pass it by several days later. Bought a lottery ticket that promised $2M as top prize. With 2M, sure, N95 wouldn't be a problem... I'd even get a condo for myself.
*evil laughter*
One week later:
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Me: "No N95 for you. $2M hope dashed.."
Doraemon: "For 2M, I want a BMW3..."
Me *spluttering, again*: "Oi, you turned super greedy at the top liao."
Doraemon: "Ha ha.."
Me: "You'll sell yourself into slavery for a BMW3?!"
Doraemon: "Hmm... what kind of slavery?"
Me: "Life-long..."
Doraemon: "Hmm..."
(Hey, if he could ask for a BMW, I also wanted something..)
Me: "Well what would you get me if you win 2M?"
Doraemon: "What do you want?"
Me: "A BMW6 series!"
Doraemon: "I'd be your driver then.."
Me: "Can? Can!"
Doraemon: "Replica..."
Me: "One that runs on road."
Doraemon: "Replica..."
Me: "Then I get some batteries for your BMW3 also lor.."
Doraemon: "Dun be like that leh..."
See what kind of a fiend I'm dealing with??
Too bad I like him.
New Friends Needed
Or to be more accurate, new friends-who-won't-fly-kite/planes needed.
Here I was, surfing the web for amusing reads, waiting for a friend's call. I'd suggested a steamboat lunch today to ease the aching joints due to the cold.
Only that lunch time was long past and it was creeping to dinner time. And not a single peep from this friend-who-flies-greatest-kite.
When she finally logged to MSN, she told me she woke up late and was in fact working in the office.
Bleargh... I so need new friends.
Here I was, surfing the web for amusing reads, waiting for a friend's call. I'd suggested a steamboat lunch today to ease the aching joints due to the cold.
Only that lunch time was long past and it was creeping to dinner time. And not a single peep from this friend-who-flies-greatest-kite.
When she finally logged to MSN, she told me she woke up late and was in fact working in the office.
Bleargh... I so need new friends.
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