Meals are complicated businesses. When to have, what to have, where to have and how much to have.
Last night was a bit of an episode. Dinner was something I had looked forward to. Ma had made noodle chicken meatball soup. The smell of the soup filled the house and my nostrils when I stepped in the door. I had not had a proper meal in the day (which I shall not elaborate, for fear of abject disapproval from the Dear !) and so I was anticipating dinner. The scent of the pepper in the soup and the chunky pieces of chicken excited the senses and whetted my appetite. I was literally salivating every time I entered the kitchen.
However, patience was what was exercised. Dear said he will come by for dinner and so I waited for him to arrive. Ma popped in to say dinner was ready at 6-ish and I told her I'll have it later. She said noodles are ready and I asked if there was rice. She asked if Dear was coming by, he would prefer to have the rice. So Ma cooked a pot of rice.
Dear came by and we were both famished. I went to the kitchen to get my bowl of noodles and prepared rice for dinner. That was when Elder Sis said there was no more noodles. She had just taken a bowl to feed the kids and only bee hoon was left. She then said in a very unhappy tone that Ma had just boiled a packet of the yellow mee. I told her I'm fine with the rice or bee hoon but she was already preparing to boil another pack of noodles. Ma heard and interjected and then loud voices all round.
I was so fed up, I put back the crockery and told Dear that we should leave and have dinner outside. He was perplexed by the episode and left to me to decide. I packed up my stuff and changed.
Told Ma that I was leaving and she was upset that we didn't have the food. She then started to pack up the food for us to bring back. By then, I had lost my hunger and appetite. I told her there wasn't a need to and she said there was so much left and who will finish it. I said if there isn't enough then we do not need to have the food and I wanted to just walk away from the unhappiness. She started the waterworks and got Ayu to pass the food to us as we were walking towards the lift.
*sighs*
So we had dinner and dinner. Went home and sulked a little bit more.
Dear made sandwiches for breakfast for me. Easy, fast, no fuss affairs. I'd rather go without food but then the committee of enquiry aka Dear will be on my case. So better to accept then to argue.
Meals, really are complicated business. Dear asked where shall we go for dinner tonight. I have a feeling it will all end in petty arguments and major sulking.
P/S: Naturally I felt bad after deciding to skip dinner at home. I should had just had dinner there and let all the bad stuff float overhead. I should also have thought of the Dear. He was tired and hungry, having travelled an hour plus from work to come back to my place.
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Thursday, December 29, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Note to self
I am not a patient person. I am stubborn and I want things to go my way. Case in point, the names of our future kids.
The Dear wanted to have the kids (or kid) names to include his ancestral and surname. I want the kids' names to be simple. The name and the kids' dad's name. That is "something Dear". Easy and simple to remember.
However, Dear was quite insistent to have his surname on the birth certificates. Insisted even if it means having to drop his ancestral names. Dear's name is four words long consisting of 42 characters excluding spaces. Imagine that ! His name is just 5 characters long and that would mean the kids having more than 42 characters in their names ! Imagine the time taken to fill up their names in tiny boxes and then having to "darken the corresponding circles" in the OAS during exams ! *faints*
And then the Dear added. He wants the kids to have two names. Each reflecting their parents' different cultures and backgrounds. Then I fumed. And I sulked. And I blow the house down. Guess who was not the happy camper ? There was another underlying reason for the vehmence of my disagreement but it's another story to be told at another time.
So anyways. For now, we had come to some kind of truce. It's peace time until the next event to engage protest and demonstrations. Let us enjoy the tranquility until then. Who knows, we may not even have any kids at all so any arguments is kind of a moot point. At the rate we are going, chances are, by the time we are ready to have kids, we'd be too old and decrepit to have any. As the French say, "Cest la vie !"
The Dear wanted to have the kids (or kid) names to include his ancestral and surname. I want the kids' names to be simple. The name and the kids' dad's name. That is "something Dear". Easy and simple to remember.
However, Dear was quite insistent to have his surname on the birth certificates. Insisted even if it means having to drop his ancestral names. Dear's name is four words long consisting of 42 characters excluding spaces. Imagine that ! His name is just 5 characters long and that would mean the kids having more than 42 characters in their names ! Imagine the time taken to fill up their names in tiny boxes and then having to "darken the corresponding circles" in the OAS during exams ! *faints*
And then the Dear added. He wants the kids to have two names. Each reflecting their parents' different cultures and backgrounds. Then I fumed. And I sulked. And I blow the house down. Guess who was not the happy camper ? There was another underlying reason for the vehmence of my disagreement but it's another story to be told at another time.
So anyways. For now, we had come to some kind of truce. It's peace time until the next event to engage protest and demonstrations. Let us enjoy the tranquility until then. Who knows, we may not even have any kids at all so any arguments is kind of a moot point. At the rate we are going, chances are, by the time we are ready to have kids, we'd be too old and decrepit to have any. As the French say, "Cest la vie !"
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Apathy
So there is this lady who works in the same place as me. Not in the same area or field of work but the same employer.
I see her every morning on the way to work. We would take the same route and bus services. We both get on the same bus at different stops. Alight at the same stops. But we don't talk. We don't acknowledge each other's presence.
There was a time when I first started the route and I recognise her and I thought of smiling. When I did, we got to chatting. And then I realised why I choose not to socialise with known parties in the morning. Same conversations, same sad answers.
Somehow it got to the point where I would quickly get my iPod running and my eyes shut to catch a wee bit of snooze in the morning. She got the point really quickly. And we stopped talking. We stopped acknowledging each other's presence.
A little sad ?
I still see her most days, chatting up random school kids on the bus. Kids who lived far from their schools, kids who were unfortunate enough to smile and acknowledge her presence.
We don't that do we ? We don't chat up random strangers on the bus unless we experience a commonality. We don't open up to strangers like the older folks do. We prefer to keep to our company, blasting our music devices, playing on our smartphones.
What a state of apathy we had embraced.
But whatever said and done, I would rather have my apathy than having to chat incessantly on the different ways to get to work.
I see her every morning on the way to work. We would take the same route and bus services. We both get on the same bus at different stops. Alight at the same stops. But we don't talk. We don't acknowledge each other's presence.
There was a time when I first started the route and I recognise her and I thought of smiling. When I did, we got to chatting. And then I realised why I choose not to socialise with known parties in the morning. Same conversations, same sad answers.
Somehow it got to the point where I would quickly get my iPod running and my eyes shut to catch a wee bit of snooze in the morning. She got the point really quickly. And we stopped talking. We stopped acknowledging each other's presence.
A little sad ?
I still see her most days, chatting up random school kids on the bus. Kids who lived far from their schools, kids who were unfortunate enough to smile and acknowledge her presence.
We don't that do we ? We don't chat up random strangers on the bus unless we experience a commonality. We don't open up to strangers like the older folks do. We prefer to keep to our company, blasting our music devices, playing on our smartphones.
What a state of apathy we had embraced.
But whatever said and done, I would rather have my apathy than having to chat incessantly on the different ways to get to work.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
A Very Fine Scare !
My iMac just gave me a little scare earlier.
I had not been "playing" with it in quite a while and so since the aircon maintenance fellas are coming round for the quarterly year checks.
Dear had moved the iMac from the main bedroom to the other room with its clean and spacious table. So there I was utilising my Mac in full when I noticed a wee bit of fuzzy spot over some of the news articles. Weird. Earlier, the screen was also flashing white light and there was intermittent lapses in the movement of the mouse. Initially I thought it was the webpage refreshing, so I didn't pay much attention to it.
Anyways, it seemed to me that the blurry, fuzzy spot had grown in size and the Mac was like super hot !
I told my Dear and he touched the area on the screen with the fuzzy spot. We had thought it was just a smudge on screen but wiping away didn't help. Then Dear said it could be condensation behind the screen. He viewed it from the side and there was gap in between. Oh no !
My new iMac !
So Dear told me to shut it down and call the Service Centre. And then we went on a search of my Apple Care Protection box with the receipt. He kept saying it was a good thing that we had listened to my Boss who advised us to get the plan when I bought the iMac. Where was it ? I remember I had registered it here but I could have done it in the office. Oh, where is the darn box !!!
I called the Service Centre after searching my email on the TouchPad. Finally, a number to be called for help for my poor iMac ! Meanwhile, Dear said it'd be better to get some photos of the fuzzy spot. Once the machine had shut down, there was a misshapen shape of white on the black screen.
Waited 15 minutes to speak to a service operator, panicking if my iMac is doomed for life ! While waiting on the line I searched for similar incidences online via the TouchPad. Thank you for the mobile devices and wireless network (courtesy of the Dear !) !
Eventually spoke to someone with an American accent and he assured me the heating up of the machine is quite normal. Seriously ?!?
Well. I am glad to say, as per advised by the service guy, it is a one off thing. I got my case number and was told to call again if the condensation happens again. I've been advised to switch on the machine and use it as per normal. So far, so good.
But. What a very fine scare to be had !
:-)
I had not been "playing" with it in quite a while and so since the aircon maintenance fellas are coming round for the quarterly year checks.
Dear had moved the iMac from the main bedroom to the other room with its clean and spacious table. So there I was utilising my Mac in full when I noticed a wee bit of fuzzy spot over some of the news articles. Weird. Earlier, the screen was also flashing white light and there was intermittent lapses in the movement of the mouse. Initially I thought it was the webpage refreshing, so I didn't pay much attention to it.
Anyways, it seemed to me that the blurry, fuzzy spot had grown in size and the Mac was like super hot !
I told my Dear and he touched the area on the screen with the fuzzy spot. We had thought it was just a smudge on screen but wiping away didn't help. Then Dear said it could be condensation behind the screen. He viewed it from the side and there was gap in between. Oh no !
My new iMac !
So Dear told me to shut it down and call the Service Centre. And then we went on a search of my Apple Care Protection box with the receipt. He kept saying it was a good thing that we had listened to my Boss who advised us to get the plan when I bought the iMac. Where was it ? I remember I had registered it here but I could have done it in the office. Oh, where is the darn box !!!
I called the Service Centre after searching my email on the TouchPad. Finally, a number to be called for help for my poor iMac ! Meanwhile, Dear said it'd be better to get some photos of the fuzzy spot. Once the machine had shut down, there was a misshapen shape of white on the black screen.
Waited 15 minutes to speak to a service operator, panicking if my iMac is doomed for life ! While waiting on the line I searched for similar incidences online via the TouchPad. Thank you for the mobile devices and wireless network (courtesy of the Dear !) !
Eventually spoke to someone with an American accent and he assured me the heating up of the machine is quite normal. Seriously ?!?
Well. I am glad to say, as per advised by the service guy, it is a one off thing. I got my case number and was told to call again if the condensation happens again. I've been advised to switch on the machine and use it as per normal. So far, so good.
But. What a very fine scare to be had !
:-)
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Google Forms !
I have graduated from an ignorant of Google Forms to creating two online forms in a week ! I know the forms are simple to complete and even simpler to create but the idea behind it is so clever ! All thanks to my Boss !
:-)
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A Gift for him
I went about town yesterday to get a gift for the Dear one for our anniversary on Thursday. Got home, left it and went out to West Mall to return my library books before meeting him for dinner. We had junk food again ! But the junk food was nice. I went French and he had Italian. Hahaha .. If you hadn't guess it, yes, we went to BK. I love the French chicken sandwich ! Gimme, gimme more. Writing about it is causing me to produce additional saliva. Hahaha ... It is breakfast time, anyways. :-)
On the way back, I asked Dear if he wanted his gift now or on the day itself. He said now so I had to make him "work for it". Gave him clues as to where the item was. He had a bit of a hard time looking for it in plain sight !
When he unwrapped it finally, I am just glad he liked them ! Thanks, Babe ! I love you, mostest !
On the way back, I asked Dear if he wanted his gift now or on the day itself. He said now so I had to make him "work for it". Gave him clues as to where the item was. He had a bit of a hard time looking for it in plain sight !
When he unwrapped it finally, I am just glad he liked them ! Thanks, Babe ! I love you, mostest !
Friday, October 21, 2011
End of the first week
What a week this has been ! All the trauma of going back for class and exams albeit a short one is something you will never forget. You go to school, you try to learn what was being taught. You deal with friends and non-friends. Hahaha. Kinda like now. Life lessons, never leaving you until the day you die. If you learn.
Moving on, I met the Boyfriend last night at VivoCity. Finally a dinner out after a long while of packing food from home ! It was a quite frustrating wait because I spent more than 1.5 hrs journeying to the meet up place and then to have the Boyfriend saying that he's "leaving work now" at half past six ! So as usual, I went on a mini tantrum while waiting for him to arrive.
All is well after getting what we needed to get and walked over to HarbourFront Centre for dinner. Went on a mini shopping spree at The BodyShop before heading home. Whoever can resist a bottle of Moroccan Rose eau de toilette ? Not me, apparently...
The Boyfriend had gotten a new mobile in the day and he was "not playing" with it when we got home. A HTC Sensation, which he had wanted to get prior if not for the cost. And now, he's eyeing the HTC Sensation XE. If not for the initial price, he would had gotten it. Anyways, he is using his new mobile today since all his contacts had been "magically" imported from his HTC Magic to his HTC Sensation. Hahaha ... HTC Magic-Sensation !
As for me ? I'm waiting to get the Galaxy Nexus. Ice cream sandwich, wait for me ! :-)
Moving on, I met the Boyfriend last night at VivoCity. Finally a dinner out after a long while of packing food from home ! It was a quite frustrating wait because I spent more than 1.5 hrs journeying to the meet up place and then to have the Boyfriend saying that he's "leaving work now" at half past six ! So as usual, I went on a mini tantrum while waiting for him to arrive.
All is well after getting what we needed to get and walked over to HarbourFront Centre for dinner. Went on a mini shopping spree at The BodyShop before heading home. Whoever can resist a bottle of Moroccan Rose eau de toilette ? Not me, apparently...
The Boyfriend had gotten a new mobile in the day and he was "not playing" with it when we got home. A HTC Sensation, which he had wanted to get prior if not for the cost. And now, he's eyeing the HTC Sensation XE. If not for the initial price, he would had gotten it. Anyways, he is using his new mobile today since all his contacts had been "magically" imported from his HTC Magic to his HTC Sensation. Hahaha ... HTC Magic-Sensation !
As for me ? I'm waiting to get the Galaxy Nexus. Ice cream sandwich, wait for me ! :-)