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Sistic: Momo

Fans of My Name is Kim San Soon will probably remeber this.  Momo is the story that KSS reads to Sam Shik’s niece, who identifies with the “a mysterious
orphan who appears in a city one day. People soon drawn to her for her
extraordinary ability to listen and she made many wonderful friends.
She would spend afternoons just listening to their problem or playing
with the children”

It’s a 3-hour long theatre production though, so am not sure whether I’m that keen to watch it.

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am predicting floods somewhere in sg today.  Jurong Lake is almost over-flowing, as are most of the canals and storm drains in the jurong area.

my shoes and socks are wet, even though I purposely wore a pair with thicker soles.  at least my office isn’t freezing cold, the advantage of this only shows up on days like this.  i wonder if it isn’t worth it investing in a pair of PCK yellow rubber boots or galoshes.

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I hate my feet.  the feet descended from peasant stock.  broad, short and flat-footed.  perfectly designed for wading around paddy fields.  not so well-designed for the modern shoe.  8 different blisters in various stages of healing, urgh.  unfortunately i think, birkis not allowed at work.

speaking of work, i love the stuff i’m doing now, it’s varied enough to keep my attention span going, and it’s good to be busy once again, but i’m also terrified of cocking up superbly before my probation is up.  Must go pay her some respects soon, I did promise anyway.

I miss playing bass though.  and my bass teacher…although I bet his son doesn’t miss my playing

guess the girls were right when they said my house is like an antique house after finding enid blyton books dating back to 1979, mastermind games and an extremely old lego set.

Today, digging through my drawers looking for a colour pencil set, which I now realise I’d thrown away a long time back, I found my old FMSS library cards, ACJC bus pass both with the tood-est photos available (altho I’m not much better now).  I also discovered I’m $500 richer, in Hong Kong after digging in the furthest darkest corner of the drawer.  Apparently it was left over from my 1996 trip with Shan.  I’m not even sure some of the coins are still valid tender, coz they’ve got the queen stamped on the back.

I think I’ll have toi do a stock/inventory count soon.

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香港生力啤酒網 San Miguel Wild Day Out

So FRH performance at HRC is a Wild Day Out show. Who would have known? Never thought WDO went for boybands.

Haven’t been checking out WDO performances since I missed WB&CB’s last Dec, at IT Modena somemore. Here’s hoping there’s going to be a good concert in December, at least it’ll give me an excuse to go to HK again! Wubai? Paul? Mayday?  Or maybe a major show like they had in ‘05???

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And as I sit here blogging about nothing, my mother suddenly comes in to tell me “From 18th onwards, NTUC (Fairprice) is not going to give plastic bags”.

“Finally!“, My first thought went,”Somebody in Singapore is starting to take a somewhat effective route to enviromental protection.” my second thought was “It’s going to be just like Taiwan!” and the third one went “Aunties and housewives island-wide are going to flip!“

BUT UNFORTUNATELY as I search for more information, it’s not a permanent enforcement. 18th Apr 2007 and every first Wednesday of the month thereafter is BYOBD, Bring Your Own Bag Day. Plastic bags will be available for 10cents each on these days, if you don’t bring your own. To be honest, I wonder how many outlets are actually going to enforce this troublesome ‘rule’ and risk the wrath of aunties all over Singapore.

Of course being a big supporter of NATO, I am very guilty of owning a NTUC Fairprice reusable bag, and NOT using it at all. Yes, it is plain laziness, but why bother bringing your own, when every shop out there provides you with a plastic bag of every colour and design? and NTUC gives you 2 if your groceries are too heavy?

Long long ago, I thought it was a pity McD’s stopped bagging their take-away in paper bags and even worse that although Body Shop does have paper wrappers, they ultimately give you another plastic carrier, so what’s the point? Personally I think paper bags are far more preferable, design-wise and crackly-noise-wise, although they absolutely don’t work with rainy days and heavy groceries. It’s just too easy to fall into the life-long habit of accepting plastic bags for free.

Since a third of the year has passed, and I have not fulfilled any of my to-dos aka resolutions, perhaps I shall start anew and have 1 resolution for 2007: pretend I’m in TPE and start bagging my groceries in my own bag instead.  And just maybe it’ll keep me from missing the place too much.

read from mrbrown, the 麻坡人的华语 guy is namewee.  few posts only, but interesting enough, and the amount of chinese is enough for me to split into several reads

This is my current solution to the point I tried to make yesterday. As the cute guys on tv get younger, I seem to slide further into auntie-dom. like today when I smsed nanathegirlwhohatesmahjongbuttakesphotosof東風mahjongtiles, your ah dong’s just-wake-up-face can 電死人. and my current phone wallpaper has dropped 17 years from 阿喜 to Hyun Bin. and I watch 娛樂百分百 everyday even though they don’t have much e-news.

Dear friends, next time if I ever say I want to go to the airport to send/receive/see/gawk over artistes who are young enough to be my below the age of 30, knock me on the head and tell me to stay home because Jurong is too far away from Changi…please save me.

14/4/07: edited…oops kena again…

You know how people always say that the teens are a very funny age, where one is neither a child nor an adult. What happens then when you reach your 30’s? Are you an uncle/auntie? Or do you still force persuade ask (with clenched fists) your friends’ children to call you gor-gor/jie-jie?

I was in a cab with my manager yesterday, who is an extremely nice person albeit a little auntie-ish, when she started addressing the cabbie as ‘uncle’. Sitting in the passenger seat, I had realised he was rather young to be termed ‘uncle’, but I decided to keep my mouth shut. Not so the cabbie, who after the 3rd or 4th ‘uncle’ said “eh, I’m only 31″. I then started staring in confusion at the ID badge on the windscreen which had a blurry photo and and IC number which started with S72… at which point the driver hurriedly told me “that’s my brother”. We also found out he has his own event management company (I forgot the name, oops, but i thk quite well-known), his colleagues call him ‘uncle’ too, he and his brother take leave to drive the cab while his father goes on holiday, and his partner goes crazy while he’s on leave. oh he also has an older sis, who’s around 41 years old.

err ok…wah uncle, nobody talk to you whole day isit? I think I now know more about you than I do some of my friends,. However I do apologise for assuming you were just another typically disgruntled singaporean cabbie. What’s with the cabbies nowadays? first chris meets one who wants to matchmake her with his son, now this. driving is very lonely business, is it?

BUT that’s not my point. My point is very serious. At what point do you turn from being gor-gor/jie-jie into uncle/auntie. (But no, I obviously do not address any cabbie as gor-gor, unless of course my brother decides to take up cab-driving one day) I know that I still mentally tear my hair out when anybody older than 8 years old calls me ‘auntie’. How can I be, when the Guardian UK test tells me that I am an

Adolescent: You should have realised something was wrong when both you and your 14-year-old nephew received the same Christmas presents. Put down the Xbox controls and pick up something you plan to read past page three.

Take the test: Are you a kidult?

BC keeps crashing on me after I geh-kiang updated to the latest version. Even uninstalling it and installing back an old version doesn’t work. Looks like some major reformatting is in the works. just as I start getting busy ugh ugh

It’s tims like these I look at the Macbook Pro and drooolll. My eye was on a HP Pavilion Media Centre, but Vista is absolute crap and I’d rather slit my wrists before upgrading to that.  But splashing a few ks on an apple means no more games in the future…

Sooo, Macbook Pro or iMac or ah beng PC? eh, somebody tell qh not to quit so soon hor!  let me make up my mind first!