Whetting appetites.

Just when I thought I’d lost my appetite some time back,

it has now returned… with a vengence.

Only the other day, Daljit, me and a few other colleagues trudged down to Little India for some ass-kickin’ spicy stuff, which left me gasping as I gulped down Mango Lassi (that’s diluted yoghurt.. or at least I think it is).

I apologize that there are no pictures, because I still haven’t gotten around to sending my laptop for servicing yet. I’m like that; I take care of my gadgets, but when they fail on me, or attain some sort of scratch or whatsoever, I lose all interest in maintaining them. Oh well.

Anyway, a few mornings ago after work, I asked the girls to accompany me for breakfast at the Geylang market, where we had satisfying Mee Siam and Mee Rebus. I haven’t had noodles like that in a very long time.

And today, I willingly walked all the way to the Teh Tarik Makan House just to get my dose of Roti Prata (grilled dough) with spicy fish curry for breakfast, after I unwillingly ran my errands and spent a good half an hour at the bank.

I’ve been keeping off the Red Bull for several days at work, preferring to drink Ice Mountain bottled water, now that they have managed to get the vending machine working again, and fully stocked up too.

The good news is, my weight’s still the same as ever. Or at least for now.

The bad news is,

……… I now have dark circles around my eyes from staying up too long just to have breakfast.

Arghhhhhhhh…!!!

Oh oh oh, and by the way, Paul van Dyk’s spinning at Zouk this Sunday!

I HAVE TO WORK, SUPER SAD CAN?!?!?!

*tears hair out*

I suppose there is no way of me going again at last minute notice just like I did last year.

Life is sooooooooooo unfair.

When things go wrong.

Yesterday just went so wrong.

And perhaps, just perhaps, I am too pissed off with the way things went, that my chest just started hurting since last night. I can actually feel my heartbeat quickening.

Here’s what happened.

We tried to have late lunch together but then it started to rain.
Like bucketloads.

So we ordered Pizza Hut delivery.
And when it reached, the food was cold.
The BBQ Chicken pizza was cold.
And the honey wings?
I think they meant wings of a CHICK, or maybe a PIGEON.

Hell, I’m not surprised if it was the wings of a QUAIL. -_-

We watched Meet Joe Black on HBO and I found the movie rather touching.
Then we watched The Mummy before planning on retreating early and sleeping our Saturday night away.

We heard his family in the kitchen and a few seconds later, voila, in burst his cousin, uninvited.

I don’t know if it’s normal, for a girl, to burst into her elder guy cousin’s room, uninvited, when she knows his girlfriend is sleeping over, by opening the door and screaming, “EH BANGUN AH, AKU DATANG NI!” (”Eh, wake up, I’m here!”)

At 11pm.

I think the Mr knew that I was seething because he pushed her out of the room and told her we wanted to get some sleep.

He knows I’m very pissed when I’m lying down with my eyes wide open and I won’t say a word.
It’s not the first time she’s burst in, uninvited, even when the door is closed.
Even when it’s locked, she’d knock incessantly.

And have I mentioned how she’d keep declaring herself, the prettiest among his cousins?
Yeah, by a mile and from the back, perhaps.

We need to get a place of our own.

And if he doesn’t tell her right off, I might just do it myself.

Sweet dreams.

Lately, I’ve been having lots of dreams.
Yesterday was my off day so I had a solid night’s rest up til noon today.

And today’s dream was really weird.

In my dream, I was working on something. Perhaps I was a scientist, I don’t know. With a whole group of friends. And in stormed a group of army officers, bringing away my friends, leaving me with the leader of the officers.

Somehow he decided to pull me into the army, and chucked me, of all places, into the Old Police Academy (how I miss that place) and instructed me to get on with the rest of the recruits there.

The other lady recruits there were nice to me and told me to prepare myself for grueling training.

When the army officer came back, I tried to hide behind my bunk bed but he pulled me out. He asked me nicely though for the combination to the door that led to the fourth floor of the building. My best friend Adlina was there. And my friend from school, Yushiella, was in the dream suddenly as well.

I couldn’t remember the combination even though the hint prompted that it was an old number of mine. I asked Yushiella if she had my old number and she checked her handphone, giving me the answer.

I woke up after that because the Mr called. And I still remember the number I keyed in. It’s a mobile phone number. Definitely not mine though.

Maybe I should go buy Toto. LOL.

Enter Sandman.

Since I woke up yesterday at 10am, I have been unable to sleep.

I tried to go back to sleep so that I wouldn’t be sleepy during night shift, but I got a grand total of 15 mins because the Mr came home at 4.15pm and woke me up.

It’s not his fault, he didn’t know.
But I still feel like strangling him all the same.

I went to work, wide-eyed as a chipmunk on caffeine.
Yes, that would probably be it.
I would have probably chewed off the edges off my desk if I wasn’t under the control of the almighty Creative mp3 player.

I gulped down a can of RedBull as a precautionary measure.

And boy, did I stay awake.

All the way til now.

And that makes 24 hours of no sleep.

If I don’t get any sleep soon, I might just chew off someone’s head tonight.

Patience my dear..

Today marks the third day the Mr is away.
He’s been on reservist since last week, but since Sunday night, he hasn’t been home due to some live exercise.

All I can say is, MINDEF, GIVE MY BOYFRIEND BACK TO ME!!!
*starts sobbing hysterically*

I suppose I have been rather dependent on him for company.
We make it a point to have dinner together everyday before work. Either I cook or we eat out.
We get groceries together.
I tag along to jam sessions and he tags along when I go shopping for shoes, makeup and do my hair.
He gives opinions on clothes I wear daily so that I have shoes to match, and I give opinions when he does his recordings.

So when he’s away, unable to even send me an SMS, I feel…. lost.
I can’t even sleep in peace, knowing he’s not safe at home or at work.
I don’t even have the appetite to eat, since I have no companion.
Friends don’t quite have the same effect, you know?

Anyway, he called me today.
And told me that he missed me very badly.

“Let’s get married by June, we’ll register in December.”

LOL. I don’t know how many times he has proposed to me this year. And each time, he sets a date nearer to us. And his reason? He wants to wake up to me everyday and be the last thing he sees before he sleeps.

Maybe he’s just afraid of sleeping alone. Hehe.

And before he hung up, he told me that he’d be back by Saturday evening. But that would be after I’ve left for work. He works on Sunday, which means that I’d probably only see him on Monday. I couldn’t help it that my voice cracked over the phone, telling him that I missed him dearly.

I’m such a wimp, I know.

And it took the Singapore Government to make me realize that.

He probably doesn’t know how much I miss him because right after he proposed to me, he told me about how he learnt to make coffee in a mess tin over some campfire and how they had catered bee hoon for breakfast. In the middle of some exercise in Seletar.

Men are so easily distracted.
And Singaporean soldiers are very pampered.

Sigh.

The wannabe assassin.

Apologies for not updating my blog with another mundane entry.

My laptop has since died on me, refusing to switch on either with a battery or directly plugged to an adaptor. So being me, I have decided to do it my way.

Which is to ignore it for now. The thought of lugging my laptop down to the Acer Service Center on the extreme west of the island @ International Business Park is not my idea of an off day.

So here I am, making do with the desktop that belongs to my youngest brother.

Anyway, I’ve been pretty busy. My studies have wrapped up, and I’m awaiting my cert. My training at work has also wrapped up, and I’m in the permanent night shift for now, doing reservations support. Work has been extremely fun for me, much to the disgust of my colleagues who cannot comprehend why I like working so much. I somehow always manage to look on the other side of things. I figure, why not enjoy what you do while waiting for the next payday, eh?

The Mr and me are still as good as ever. And I thank God for that. He’s been talking an awful lot about settling down and having kids. Hmmmm. I figure that if I can actually slot him in on my off day, then we’ll get married.

Things on the home front are okay, both families are doing fine and with the addition of little Puteri, we’re all having fun passing her around and tending to her.

I finally managed to watch Wanted yesterday. Angelina Jolie is so hot. I keep telling the Mr that she would be the only other person I’d dump him for. I loved the storyline, and the action, whoa. I’m so much into assassin flicks. If there was such a career option, I’d go for it.

Anyone need a part-time assassin? Maybe get rid of an ex-boyfriend or something? I’d be glad to try out and practice. I could do with the extra money. If all goes well, the Mr and me sure could use a break at the end of the year in Miami. God bless employee travel passes.

Today’s another night shift, and tomorrow as well. Followed by three days off. I foresee days in bed (oh, and I also managed to slot in a minor room makeover, with me throwing the bed out, so now I’m sleeping zen style, and cupboards shifted all the way around) with books and lazy days in the kitchen.

Or I could just make the Mr cook instead. There are just some days I’d settle for food that’s overdry, undercooked or even “Oh, I forgot the salt.”

Life is okay, for now.

Too many..

I just did some counting..

And I realized 9 of my friends have gotten married this year.
It’s only the end of June!

I spent the whole night poring over friends’ wedding photos posted online..
Of smiling faces amidst pretty clothes..

And I realized that mine would probably be further away than I thought..

With his schedule chock full of lessons, and money being paid out to all kinds of places so that he’d get his various certificates, I don’t know if I’d actually see OUR day coming.

Maybe I should just stop waiting.

If it happens, then it’ll happen.

8 weeks down..

AT LAST.

My 8 weeks of Reservations Training is over. And after one more week of completing the morning shift cycle, I can go back into the quiet of the night shift.

Oh, you have no freaking idea how happy I am to be back in the night shift.
Hell, happy isn’t even anywhere NEAR how I’m feeling.
Elated, more like.

I won’t be seeing most of my training teammates as they picked to switch over the morning and afternoon shifts instead. I’m gonna miss Daljit the most. I hope she finds some real swell friends in the morning shift.

The team is out painting the town red, with plans to hit Gotham Penthouse and Ministry of Sound @ Clarke Quay later tonight, complete with supper plans at Spize.

And me?

I know I’m loved and happily loving when my ideal evening after an extremely tiring training stint is baking cupcakes with the Mr and snuggling into a very warm bed for a good night’s sleep.

I’ll blog tomorrow. Probably about my half hour shopping spree on Tuesday that saw $200 disappear out of the wallet, much to the horror of the Mr.

Foreigner - Heart Turns To Stone

The days and nights you sit around wondering where can
she be
Hoping that she might appear, out of nowhere
But you fail to see

All the hurt inside, the wounded pride
Ooh what she went through for you
You cheated and lied, as her love slowly died
And her heart just broke in two

When she was with you, all along
Behind you right or wrong
She tried to hold on, hold on
But you went too far, and she’s gone

And now it’s over and her heart turns to stone
No time for pity, when her heart turns to stone
She cries a little as her heart turns to stone
She’s that kind of woman
She’ll do fine on her own

What you thought was a game
A game you were winning
Wouldn’t go your way
Now you’ve lost what you had
And your back to the beginning
It’s the price you have to pay

When she was with you, all along
Behind you right or wrong
She tried to hold on, hold on
But you went too far, and she’s gone

And now it’s over and her heart turns to stone
No time for pity, when her heart turns to stone
She cries a little as her heart turns to stone
She’s that kind of woman
She’ll get by on her own

She hides the pain
But her heart turns to stone
No time for pity
When her heart turns to stone
She cries sometimes
As her heart turns to stone
She’s that kind of woman
She’ll get by on her own

Yeah it’s over
And her heart turns to stone
Don’t look for pity now
When her heart turns to stone
Listen to her cry
Listen to her cry
She’s a woman now
Ooh it’s a sad thing to see
To see a heart turn to stone
The heart of a woman
A heart turned to stone

?

I have to admit, there are times when the Mr simply gets me by surprise. I’ve known him for quite sometime now but still, there are times when he replaces all my thoughts with a “?”

I was stretching out on the couch in the evening, all nicely dressed up and freshly home from work.
Yeah, it was definitely gonna be ONE of those evenings, you know? Don’t eksyen innersen ah korang. Step tak tahu je.

And then, just as I thought I had gotten his attention after having him hug me tight and drawing circles mindlessly on his arm, he cut the intimacy with a sudden question.

“Have you ever seen The Message?”

Okaaaaaaaaay. For those who don’t know, (AND I DOUBT ANY OF YOU ACTUALLY DO), The Message is actually a 1976 production regarding the spread of Islam. It’s not one of those overrated works, in fact it was approved by Al-Azhar University of Cairo as being a work of truth.

But uh, I don’t see the link where I am trying to come on to him, and him suddenly thinking of it and rushing to the laptop to show me the movie stored in it.

?

It’s like, erm, I know I haven’t been “very good” lately. But talk about timing. It was rather abrupt and caught me by surprise, like VERY. My boyfriend is very weird I know. Because right after the movie ended, he tried to continue where we left off but I’d found company in the form of Titi (the cat) instead.
And Titi doesn’t like being suddenly left while being cuddled. She’s very cranky.
Maybe I should adopt Titi’s attitude. (-_-)”

If it’s not obvious, I’m trying to get the most of him before he goes for 11 days of reservist from July 1st to 11th, and then another day of having to report to something, also by MINDEF.

So just how does MINDEF intend to reimburse me for my time with the boyfriend??

Perhaps I should write in and tell them to reimburse me or else send me a worthy substitute. :PPPP
I’m just kidding.

I told him I’d miss his touch and his company, having relied heavily on his presence ever since we’ve been together. I know I’m getting spoilt by him, and I’m loving every second of it. LOL.

So I came up with a suggestion.

“You know, perhaps $300 would enough to sustain me with a massage and hair treatment, so I’d look and feel great for you by the 12th of July.”

It wasn’t as smooth as I hoped for it to be because he simply laughed and said I remind him of Roald Dahl’s Boy.

My boyfriend is very very weird.