BYOB or Bring Your Own Bag Day

SG launches the not use of plastic bags whatever campaign on wed, 1st week of the month. To use recycle bag instead. The thought is good for our Earth but they failed to see one thing....which is clearly right under their nose.

The freaking pigeon holes aka flat that we lived in had the refuse chute located far from the holes....can you imagine me carrying my raw fish carcass, soiled sanitary pads, over-cooked food and simply dumped them into the chute!! We have been told to dump into a plastic bag and then into the refuse chute. What an idiot!! How does cutting down on plastic bag helps the environment when you did not think of the proper solution in the first place.

Have you thought of replacing the plastic bags with paper bags? Bio-degradable bags? Restricting it to just one day of the month is not helping nor changing anything. It does not create awareness. People just dont shop on that day, they can shop another day. Big deal! About 80 to 90% of people lived in flats...we dont have special bins where we can separate our waste products = paper, plastic, glass, metal, compose. And I dont think the garmen provides that at every single flats in the country. Considering that we have like over 50 families in one flat and you gonna provide 5 bin each?? Multiply that by the number of flats around SG.......alot of bins.

Out of My Life

Just an update...G is totally gone out of my life. He is not worth the effort. He never kept his words!! I'm not upset but glad it's over as I can't go thru with another person lying to me again...I still have issues to settled with D.

What my mum Thinks??

My mum thinks that those who work in office is having an easy life compare to those who stayed at home, take care of children & clean the house.

She firmly believes that going to office meant staring aimlessly at pc. By miracle the work get done. By miracle we dont have to move our butt in order to fax, photocopy, had a stupid discussion with out fellow colleagues. By miracle, we would stand, get pushed around in train and spends close to 3hrs in travelling time.

If I could trade a week with her. I would like to see how she performs all my work then. And If I were to be a SAHM, my son wouldn't be fat as what he is now. In order to calm him down, they had resorted to feed him with nonsensical crackers, sugared drinks, jelly and 3 times a day with 3 scoops of cereal added to his milk.

My freaking mum is killing my son. And my eldest sisters who actually failed to realised even when the matter is right under her nose...that both her son is obese due to over-feeding....she supported my mum saying that children should be allwoed to eat.

I'm sorry if you all have to read about me...cursing/swearing/hurl hurtful remarks towards my mum and eldest sis...but the truth is the truth. I can't hide the fact. They are both plain stupid.

E.g. with eldest sis to her eldest son, your Makcik (3rd aunt in Malay & which is me) stupid & doesn't know anything about computer, she does know how to burn any songs for you on to a cd nor download it on the MP3 player. I'm stupid??

E.g. with mum...when I wasn't working and had no money...you have boobs...and you need to support your boobs...so what do you?...you hijack your mum's ugly brown-coloured bra. Till today she grumbles that I steals her bras when she knew that I stopped that eversince I started working.

Yesterday was my mum's 60th birthday...eldest sis called and asked me about mum's boobs size....I told her, why in freaking Hell were you asking me about it...have you thought of asking her instead!!! She said that I used mum's bra....that actually does it...I can tolerate one old idiot and but another younger idiot who also thinks that way...that just pissed me off....I blow up at her.

Home time....mum was telling me indirectly it was her birthday. I appreciate that you reared me for your own benefits as when you get older, need money can blackmail me emotionally with your sobbing tales. I appreciate that you takes care of my son instead of throwing him out of the window knowing very well he is fatherless.

I don't expect my son to take care of me during old age. I'm thinking of getting myself registered into an old folks home when I reached 50. Well, that or I'll poisoned myself.

I did not wished my mum anything as there wasn't any need & I don't feel it. I can't be someone who can fakes a relationship. I'm more like a straight in your face kind of person.

Idiot Day Today

I am so pissed off....DW is freaking, fuck-up, speaks absolutely terrible English, idiotic, balding prick!

He can't asked the big boss when the office is going to be shifted. He said why don't I asked him. Duh I could have done that ages ago but the fact that he think I'm a brainless female in a male world. He would just nod, smile like an idiot as always and then said later...he would check with DW first. Bloody MCP!!

Only reason why I am tolerating the 2 fucked up, backward people - One from South Korea and the other from Myammar because I need the money to pay my bills.

Freaking backward, dim-witted, low self-esteem (FBDWLSE) male monkey cant take the CM photos...he think he is too good for such work. He thinks that his so-called qualifications is too good to take photos. I've told him that the place is residential and if you instruct a Bang worker to take photos....these typical peanuts civilians thinks that the BW is going to rape/rob/murder them. Thinks that these workers is so low class and shouldn't be seen anywhere near their house. So pathetic. Just because of one black sheep....you blame the whole crowd...well duh...you people is no perfect either.

I am so pissed off today.

Would post in detailed later. At least I felt better and not so angry as before. I'm in my right frame of mind to ask the bos when he plans to terminate me. So much easier rather than wait to be slaughter. I shall start closing my works/filing and apply for the necessary things. Would start searching for greener grass next month.

Flipping Cat-tired

The post should have read dog-tired....since I'm not crazy about dog...wrote cat instead. Never seen a tired cat...more like laid-back, cool cat. Not a cares in their world....sashay here and there. Ah cat...and ANTM is so similar.

Don't know why but I have been really tired these past few days. I need a massage on my shoulder and my fingers from all the typing at work. My poor over-abused tired fingers. So much so that I've begin typing with my middle fingers instead. Yes I am a point fingers (the one after the thumb) people.

I need my bed...I need my sleep...I'm cracking my head to do simple cross-stitch designs. Why? Because I feel like doing something with my head, hand and do something! Period.

Heart Did a Jump

I could have sworn that my heart nearly jump out of my chest. G called me today. just few mins ago.

Listen to Class95FM - 150407

I listen to them (GO and FD) whenever I feel like listening but in actual fact, I enjoyed listening to the Eurasian fart dishing out his wackiness each morning with GO. Those 2 guys are beyond wack. I still prefer Joe Augustine though.

Today they were talking about tearing down the National Stadium in June to make way for a new one. What are your fondest memories?

Fondest memories....forced to voluntary signed for the flash card contigent when I was in Balestier ITE. It was fun/hot/stupid/interesting/funny/glowing experience.

Fun : We get to do something enjoyable besides attending class.

Hot : Well you know what is the weather like in Singapore. Hot wooden bench to rest my tired bum.

Stupid : Follow the lights and flip the huge card. Even that simple instructions...alot of students can't followed it.

Interesting : They served us with Filet O' Fish (Mc Donald) every time we had rehearsal. We get 1 or 2 bottles of mineral water. 1 apple. 1 round bread sliced half and stuffed with fish fillet (basically that wit no tartar sauce or anything)...wrapped with Mc Donald blue wrapper. So I know who is sponsoring the food. I Never get tired eating that same old stuff. It's delicious...why because it is fish. I LOVE fish.

Diverted : I eat fish for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Would never grow tired of eating them every single day. Favourite fish dishes...well can't decide as there is alot of them. Indian Mackeral in Spicy & Sweet Chilli Sauce (Sambal Ikan kembong). Indian Mackeral in Soy sauce (Ikan Kembong Kicap). Fish with alot of bones (dont know the name) that is stuffed with spicy coconut and grilled (Ikan Terubok dgn Sambal Kelapa Bakar). Stingray cooked in spicy and sour sauce (Asam Pedas Ikan Pari). Anchovies fried with black sauce and dried chillies (Ikan Bilis Kicap Pedas)

Enough about fishes....so Sedap.

Memorable experiences, knowing my 2 sisters (1st & 2nd) performs for the National Day. All 3 sisters have performed, except the youngest of course. I went twice to watch the parade as a spectator. Enjoyed everything Singapore.

Went once to the stadium just to watch fireworks eventhough we dont have tickets to enter. But being there and soking the atmosphere was priceless.

Can I Kicked Myself on my A**

Patience finally cracks on me last night. G came to office and it dawns upon me that I like him but he is not a husband nor a father material. He is not responsible enough. He is not caring enough. He is not alot of things.

The part when you loved someone, you must accepts his shortcomings or handicaps just does not apply to me.

I hated the way he eat his food. The way he wasted his food. The way he ordered me around. The way he tries to tame me. Sorry dear, I ain't buying into being a servant wifey thingy character.

He is too loud. He is too open. He talks without concern if people could listens to his crazy words. He is childish in listening to loud music on train.

I'm listing all the points here. Well I am trying to lists down the points that irritates me alot. He uses vulgar words. Like F**K U in Hokkien. Darn, I am not going out with a Secret Society. The most I would do is flash a person if I'm annoyed but not FO like in every other sentence.

Back to work now.

Finally Happens

I called Donkey last night at 11pm saying that we are going to sit down on of these days and talked about his future. His reply....that would be nice. Uh? Nice?

Well that got me off-balance for awhile. Anyway, whatever it is...going to finally discussed the whole crap about not staying married to him. And to get him to signed the divorce letters as soon as possible.

Now to look for the auspicious day.

Increase the Ministers Pay

I dare not comment on such big issue. But all I can say is why bother announcing. When THEY decided to increase GST...so much talked about it and debate about it...eventually it sticks.

And increase pays...much talked about it and debate over it. And they are going ahead with it...DUH.

Seriously, I don't think that there is a need to even discuss with the public on what THEY planned to do or going to do. We are a Nation where we follow (with questions, debate & discussion = accept whatever) what THEY said or meted out to us. And the whole point of having a discussion? Not practical.

In other words, if you are not happy with the way or things that are done here...please move to another country. Bottom line.

All who have decided to wear the corpse uniform, should typed/print out and signed the below declaration.

I,..................................., Identification No/Passport Holder..............who pratically don't like how certain things are run or done here and after serious weighing on my options plus considering my future. I have learnt to accept what is being thrown to me. I may argue and gives my feedback in an orderly manner but I would accept without further questions once the decision have been finalised.

I should treasured my indirectly-caged up freedom; knowing the fact that if I go to other countries, I maybe discriminate for my skin tone or religion. And always keep in mind that I should never ever hope for any support without paying it in advance first.

Signed.

It is Too Late

I called G on sunday morning. Adam spoke to him. "Sudah makan", "makan apa" and then he starts his version of English...all gibberish but sounded like English words.

I dont remember the whole conversation but it went something like, it's too late. Too late for what? He is going to make the donkey signed the divorce papers. Are you serious about marrying me? Yes I am. But I'm not in a hurry to get married. Neither do I. Maybe when I am 43years old, in 10 years time. But I won't be 43years old in 10years time. I'm only 31 now...how can 31 plus 10 be 43? More like 41yrs old. So you can wait for 10yrs?

We started laughing. Nice feeling but scary at the same time.

Why I termed it nice? Nice as in there is a guy who is crazy enough and wants to marry me.

Scary? What if he turns out to be like another Donkey? I can't take any chances on my life again. If only they come with flashing screen on their forward. Flashing FALSE & TRUE? It is so much easier to make choices that way. Now is like flipping a coin. Hoping for head and you get the tail.

Let's not scare myself anymore. One steps at a time.

I'm at a stage whereby I hate the Donkey to the core. And wishes to see something bad happened to him for his evil deeds to me. But I can't wished for that as that is going to be bad karma for me. I'm sure what happens was for a purpose. Painful yet a learning experience. I would not be able to find in my heart to forgive him. I only hope that All Mighty would forgive him.

And at a stage of unsure about my feelings for G. Nice guy but not sure how true it is. No one is goody good. At least he helps me alot. I realised that last week that I did not missed nor talked to my imaginary friend. Seems like IF is slowly going away. I don't find the need to talked to my IF any longer. Thank you for that.

At Day without Mum - Part 2

Adam wakes up at 9:30am. I've feed him at 5:49am. 2nd feed was at 2pm. 3rd feed at 7pm. In between 10am to 2pm he had rice with chicken kurma (more like 7 tablespoons of it). Between 2pm and 7pm, he had home-made coleslaw and fried noodles (6 tablespoons). He eat by himself. We only allowed spoons, no forks.

At 3pm, I decided to do the laundry, wash all the windows and Adam sweeps all the rooms. As it was raining plus thunder & lightning, I end up sweeping the whole house by myself. He just went on to rest on the bed. Too tired & sleepy...lol.

As I slide my kitchen windows and looked out. I know that I can be happy staying at home, just with Adam. It was peaceful. I don't hear any nagging, complains nor stupid stories about my neighbours or her friend's sister's daughter stories.

Now I just need to find someone to finance me by staying at home, taking care of the kids and cross-stitch whole day. Plus travelling, shopping, stashing, indulgence....yeah right!

Adam sticks to me the whole day. Giving me kisses on my cheeks and hugging me. It is nice to feel wanted by your son. The only reason I can think of, why he is doing all this...his grandmother is not at home. He stuck with me...lol. If grandmother at home....he couldn't give a hoot about his mum. I have to tricked him in order to hug him at times....little terror

At Day without Mum

Mum entered JB, My last Sat evening with eldest sis. Stayed the night at youngest sis house. Youngest sis is down. As in cant eat, cant drink, her round face have become long (details according to mum) and her swollen tummy (fat) had shrunk. (isn't that good??) She had lost alot of water and whatsoever as she have been vomitting eversince she found out that she is pregnant.

Mum had a stopover as her destination was to meet a man for youngest sis. To cure her not by scientific method. Malay's called it Bomoh but English calle dit witch doctor. Anyway the guy wasn't a witch or wizard. He just treat people using the Holy words. Faith in All Mighty.

Adam slept with me. He slept on the bed while I sleep on the mattress beside the bed, on the floor. It is comfortable sleeping on the floor than with him. I used to wake up every hour just to check on him (sleeping with him on the bed). If I had pressed on him. Each time he turns, I would wake up. Damn stressful.

I woke up around 5:49am and watched the telly. I watched my Japan Hour, 7th Heaven (last episode I supposed as all girls are having twins).

Ladies break....brb

Can never teach a "Dimwit" new tricks.

Let's start with yesterday, 5 mins to 6pm.

Eversince DW wife's gave birth, he has been going home 1hr earlier each day. To me, it's none of my business even if he doesn't come to work...lol

So 5 mins before 6pm was his knocking off time from work. I seriously need to review my working hours again. I ends at 7pm while he gets pay much more than me and lesser hours in office. Darn!

He came in saying that Mr. Female Voice wants the data of the 2 inclinometers in 15 mins. Say what! 15 mins to get all the report from the year 2005 done. I ask DW, did you forget to mention that you don't do magic tricks. So, who ends up doing the work? ME! Of course, he is totally dependent on me that if given the opportunity he probably would not be able to shit before asking me to lift up the toilet seat for him.

How long did I take to do the work? 1hr. Because DW had to see what are the maximum readings first. And exporting out data from another software to another software is not that fast considering that it is a 3yrs worth of records. And DW keep hovering over me like a fly. Kept on asking if I'm done (when he should be doing the job in the first place) Just out of my normal common sense, why in the freaking Hell wouldn't Mr Female Voice approach me like 1hr earlier. Why does he have to wait for DW first in order to get the work done. The fact is DW doesn't do the work. He is practically DW to begin with no drop of common sense.

Seriously, I think Mr. FW (alias f**k well??...lol) has a problem. I wonder why they keep on thinking me (woman) is stupid, brainless and totally clueless (hey I'm not blonde okay!!) Doesn't he realise by now that I'm a CAD operator cum secretary cum controlling workers & surveyors work schedules cum remembering what goes on in this Dept eversince the 1st boss and followed by 2nd boss departures. Men are so STOOOPIIIDDDD.

So today,

DW finishes at 12noon but goes off at 10:30am. That is some serious working hours problem in my contract! But before that, he had to hurry me with other totally unnecessary work which could be done by him.

DW went on site to check the settlement markers at Alju Road. He finds it different from the drawing that I gave him. He told me to change the location according to his inspections of the points. I told him that I can't do that as the original points must have been covered by soil thus the surveyor had it re-installed elsewhere and they did not submit to me the relocated as-built coordinates. I try telling him that 3 times and it doesn't get register into his thick skull. I checked with the Excel file and confirmed that the points have been relocated as it has been changed to A rev.

So I gave in (what's the point of talking to wall), open my drawing file and re-name it. What, you think I'm stupid just because DW is a "blonde" Change the settlement markers as per His Majesty wishes. Changed the excel file, and created a new excel file of re-initialise readings. Print out for him. DW is very happy and grinning to ear to ear. He said he would used this to submit to LAT. By all means, do it. I don't want any part of it.

After he left my office. I called the surveyor and told him to as-built the relocated settlement markers. After that is done, I would add that points to my original file. Men are STOOOOOPPPIIIIIDDDD. I don't bend/conform just to suit their need to see things done for their own convenience. I go by the book. I don't follow blind orders.

Found the Female Donkey Driver

They said Friday 13th is unlucky day but I not for me. I got lucky. (read post 10th Apr 07) I found you stupid, brain-dead female homosapien. She is a hazard to people on the road and to herself. Her car plate number is:

SFZ1487P

You think you can nearly hit me with your damn car and escaped? Not a chance, I would haunt you down like a worm under the stone. Your freaking crazy BITCH!!!

Short Break

G was down with fever/sickness last Monday. I got flustered as I can't call him and its like he disappeared from the surface of the earth.

Anyway, met G last evening at TYP. Just normal chat of 15mins. Why when I'm with him I can't think straight. I can't focus. I'm so aware of my surroundings. I'm aware of people looking at us. Anything that he says just go in straight thru me and never get it register in my head. It's like a giddy floating feeling. It really annoys me. It bothers me.

If I can't level my head, I'm losing my head. Darn!

Woman Makes the worse Drivers in Singapore

This morning on my way to office...my usual 20mins of fast walk. Green light was on my side with the green man indicating that I can walk. Out of the side, a lady drives with her blue car trying to run me down. She pressed the horn twice!! What the f**k! I said and point at the traffic light. She quickly droves off. I should have take down her car number. She was turning into one of the minor road in Kallangway area (besides Solectron Bldg) I regretted not flashing my middle-finger to her. If she were to come out of the car and confront me, I would seriously kicked her with my safety shoes and make her stayed at home due to her shin being broken after a good kick from me.

2 - 4 weeks ago, an accident had occurred there. Between a car and a motorcycle. The very same area where I stood to cross the road.

Woman should never be allowed to drives on Singapore road. They are the most...correction. All the women that I've came across that drives is an IDIOT!! They are either freeking stupid, super brain-dead, too scared of other big cars or over-confident. Seriously they practically pissed me off. The best place for them to drives car is the bumper car at the fair.

I know one female bus driver that drives the bus 966 (morning). She drives slower than a snail and she jerks the damned bus like every 2 mins on the expressway.

Spick & Span

Talked to G over the phone last night at 9:30pm. He said that he prefers a room with just the bed, rug, table and wardrobe. WHAT!!!

So where do I put all my books, more books and yet more books. My fabrics, my cross-stitch kit, my beads, my ribbons, my everything?

He said in the store room....say what? Store room?...All those accumulated treasures in the store room? Is he mad? And I asked, what about my sewing machine? He said sewing machine can stays in the room. Phew! Safe! Well I did not mention that I intend to buy an overlock machine in the near future or embroidery machine...hehehe. One steps at the time.

He don't mind sleeping in a single bed either. Maybe easier to kick me out when sleeping....ouch! Let's not look into the future. I am letting the weird relationship runs its normal course. Besides I can plan now but things might not go according to my plans later. The bit about not going to my plans was like, I cannot see myself without my treasures. I can give him up but not my cross-stitching. Sorry dude.

He said that his mum went on holiday once and came home with all her things gone one day (he throws all of them out) She was angry for few days and then calmed down. Now much happier with more space in her room.

If he throws my things when I am gone on holiday, I would castrate him!!

So I am starting to look into the things which I really, really need. I have a long list of books that I am going to put up on my Ebay Store. A Japanese Doll. 3 Porcelain dolls and etc.

I'll be busy this Good Friday. Before I forget, need to get mask before I make myself sick again for the 3rd time in a row.

Holiday Tomorrow, Medical Leave Yesterday and Working Today

I was so sick yesterday that I dragged my aching body and tired ass out of the bed late. I was contemplating between work and the doctor at 9:30am in the morning. More medicines finally won me over. Along the way, I bought cake with a plastic sports car on top for Adam.

Went home. Eat extremely bland fried bee hoon. Confirm hospital food. Wash all my clothes. Sick and still washing your clothes? Yes...if I leave it to another day...I wont have anything to wear as I have my 6 days clothes for the past 1 year routine. It's just recently someone gaves me their new 5 polo t-shirts. So I have more t-shirts to skirts. I have green, yellow, chequered red, black, flowery skirts. Lack of one for the 6th day. Probably would make another 1 or 2 tonight.

Making skirts, my way would probably took me less than 3hrs as there are no zippers or elastic band. All measurements made to suit my bum frame.

Slept at 2pm and wakes up at 8:30pm. Went back to sleep again at 10pm. I've never been this tired before and I've not gone to Post Office to mail my exchange either.

Wrong Number

At 6:33pm today, I received a call from Donkey today. He said that he would called me once he finished from work today. I told him, don't you finished your work at 6? He said yes but still some work left to do. He repeat again that he would called me later after work.

It is really bothering me because I did not called him yesterday nor today. Not even an sms from me saying/telling/asking that I wanted to talked to him. Eh....so why did he called and sounded as though he is returning my call?

That is so weird and I think he has been caught red-handed. Maybe he meant to call someone else but ends up u nconsciously dialing my number. And not knowing it was me, he just called to say what he would do.