Friday, March 07, 2008
What a nice Friday morning is was today. It’s a sign that I should enjoy the last day of work before the boss returns next week. Thank goodness the gods are with me cos I left my brolly at work yesterday and should it have poured like yesterday morning, I would have gotten soaked to the bone.
Naysayers, be gone, cos everything is fine now. Sometimes, a little bit of angst works. And of cos talking things thru helps as well. I ended up getting a nice home cooked supper which appeased me. For all those concerned, thanks dears, I appreciate it.
Mandy dear is feeling the exact same thing as what I felt. So much so that she cut and paste my previous entry into her blog. I guess it shows I’m not alone in situations like this because I see it happening to Mandy and oso I’ve heard of such similar situations from friends all the time. But I just find that sometimes, the men really just don’t get it. *sigh*
I seemed to remember I’ve got some things to do this weekend but my goldfish memory is acting up again so other than the full-month celebration at Peiyi’s, I really can’t rem what else I gotta do. I do know however, that I HAVE to get my shoes fixed soon. It’s screaming out for help but I’m still wearing them. I oso need to go to the bank, hopefully on Saturday morning IF we manage to wake.
I am suddenly in the mood to shop for clothes. Maybe I shall do that this weekend. It seems like a long time since I last had a serious shopping spree.
Have I ever said how much my cleaner aunty loves me? Today she bought me the yummiest egg tart and char siew po lo bao. And she oways gives me lessons in life but I think she’s pretty vengeful, being a single mum. She oways goes on about how guys can’t be trusted and that we should depend on ourselves etc. Haha. To an extent, I do agree on what she says as in nobody should be dependable on someone else, but she comes across more like ‘All men are bad!!’
Today is the i-dunno-how many-time’th someone thought I was not Chinese…. Someone asked me today “Are you Thai?” I’m quite used to being thought as something else but Thai is a first and I said “WTF. No.” Haha. Yah, I said that to a complete stranger. And he said “Oh. Because Thais have the most alluring eyes.” Nice try dude. Anyway, I just walked off.
How is it that I don’t look Chinese? I’ve gotten everything from Malay to Chinese-Indian, to Korean to Eurasian. Is that a damn bloody wide range or what? Either something is wrong with others or something is wrong with me. And it happens so damn often that if I’m in a good mood, I feel like I’ve oready gotten used to it. If I’m in a bad mood, I just get pissed. I’m not even baba or whatever. I am a true blue Cantonese woman lor. Diu Lei La! Even during CNY at Granny’s. My own relative which I see like once a year says I look ang moh. I’m like WTF you trying to insinuate? But to be fair, as OTT I may find such implications, they have been good comments so I shall try not to let them bother me so much. But this week was a little mad. Therefore I suddenly found the need to rant. I’ve had at least 5 people think I’m not Chinese… -faints- Yes, within 1 week…
On a totally random note all together, my lip hurts like hell. Yes, my ciggie ripped my lip yet again. Fuck. For those who don’t smoke, maybe you won’t know what I’m talking about but that’s not the point. This is precisely the reason why I LOVED my Cartiers. Cos they were pearl tipped, which means they kept my lips nice and safe. If I worked for Phillip Morris, I’m sure to suggest changing certain ciggies to pearl-tipped filters. Just choose the Menthol Lights or something so that it’ll appeal to girls lah. If change all I think the guys will freak out.
I am so full from lunch I think I’m going to puke. Chen came to find me and then Mel & Jun joined us and brought me lunch. BURP!
Asphyxiated at at 2:37 PM
