It’s been a rough week.
And I don’t feel like blogging about it.
I blog because I want to remember events, good or bad.
But what’s the point, when it keeps recurring?
No point blogging, really.
I need some time out.
And the weather is killing me too.
Pals from AnakMelayu.com held a surprise birthday gathering for yours truly, at Lau Pa Sat on Friday evening.
What was supposed to be just another Friday dinner with the usual five, with intentions to feast on satay and seafood, turned into an occasion for me.
The fact that they whipped out a birthday cake from beneath the tables of food, despite me being there all that while, added more spice to the element of “surprise”.
No wonder Malique was adamant on following me to get drinks. LOL.
It turned out that they ran off to smuggle back a cake while I was away.
And instead I was blabbing about how nice it was to have more people turn up that day, wondering why everyone felt that Lau Pa Sat was a good idea to meet at.
Yes, I was VERY surprised; one, I’ve never had a birthday surprise before.
Secondly, I’ve known them for barely a year now.
And of course, how nice of them to put my name on the cake for all to see despite them knowing me as Rae.
BEST KAPER SAK. -_-”
They even said my name loudly during the birthday song, for half of Lau Pa Sat to hear.
How I love my friends.
Oh by the way, I took none of the photos. All of them are courtesy of Nis (in the red Man U jacket) and Malique (the unshaven one; he thinks he’s George Michael).
I met some new friends that day, some whom I had only made contact virtually, nothing more than that.
The fact that they turned up for MY birthday, makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. =)
Semi-embarrassed, tired-looking, grateful me.
I am so lousy at cake-cutting. I need lessons.
The chocolate Oreo cake was really nice. Even though I have this love-hate relationship with chocolates, because it gives me jarring headaches, one slice definitely didn’t kill me. =)
Anyway, then came gifts time!
An Ocean Pacific t-shirt from Fini (PHOENIX) & Rain (Maximus Magnus).
Ocean Pacific la seh. I feel 14 all over again.
However, I would like to announce that the size S that Fini picked out, despite never meeting me before, was a PERFECT fit.
*smirks*
A gift from Nis, Suffree & Slim.
$50 Esprit voucher!
They thought it was best I pick out my choice handbag with the given voucher.
How nice right?
A birthday card, with their well-wishes scribbled on it.
Thanks loads.
One of the close ones, Rudy, came after work.
He looked so tired, I appreciate it really, that he bothered to came despite reaching at 10pm. (We were there since 7.30pm.)
After 3 and a half hours at Lau Pa Sat, Fini suggested karaoke at Ming Arcade.
I was reluctant at first, having never stepped into a decent ktv, but they managed to coax me into it.
So off we went!
The guys, apparently high on hot milo and RedBull.
Yes, there was no liquor involved. =)
P/S: That’s why I hang out with them now.
Amidst all that singing, we discovered one raw talent!
Introducing, Nong, who does SUPERB Jewel-like renditions.
She can do The Cranberries effortlessly.
Oh, she’s the one in purple.
Fini, the crazed fan.
And Malique,
who looks like Wolverine on a good hair day.
Zul, Mr-Bass Voice..
No, me and Slim were not laughing at him.
And oh yeah, the karaoke virgin had her go at No Doubt’s Spiderwebs.
LOL. I was so out of tune.
Beats home recording eh?
Crowd jitters I suppose. 
The Man Utd fan, Nis.
Miss Sun, Sand & Sea, Fini.. featuring Slim’s hand.
Minus Slim’s hand.
Rudy, getting into the groove of Beck!
Beck goes out the window and madness ensues.
Slim, Fini and me look like a scene out of Kung Fu Panda. LOL.
We finally left at 2am.
God, was I sleepy.
And all that from a supposedly harmless Friday dinner.
Thanks to all who turned up and who gave me one of the happiest birthdays ever.
From left: Rain (Maximus Magnus), Yos, Atiqah (myxtomasis epidemia), Zul (Solid Zul), Shahriel (Slim Jim), Suffree (Tan Ah Leng), Adly (Paul Graziani), Nis, Malique Mizanin, Fini (PHOENIX).
May our friendships last.
(Damn, now I have to keep track of ALL of their birthdays!)
For the past few days, I’ve been throwing up irregardless of the time of day, whether or not I’ve eaten (it gets worse after eating) and it seems to be even worse when I’m lying down. Waking up and going to sleep makes me feel really giddy when I’m in bed, and I’ve been trying hard to make it to the kitchen on time instead of throwing up all over my bed instead.
I definitely am not pregnant, and a few times this week, I have had sudden stomach cramps while I’m sleeping. Just a hard pain in the gut for a few minutes before it goes off and I doze to sleep again.
What’s with the sudden nausea man. I feel perfectly fine other than that. Now I only have one meal per day. And I dread taking it, knowing that I’ll only throw it up again afterward.
Ugh. 
I don’t feel like going to the doctor because most of them just play guessing games and shove random antibiotics in my face, which usually only make me feel worse. Or it’s only a matter of time before I do.
I still remember throwing up for hours on end as a side effect to the usual Cafergot for migraines last year even when I’d been on it for months.
At the rate I’m going, I’m going to throw all my insides up.
Last birthday, I moved to WordPress.
Because I felt that sraelynn.blogspot was getting too popular and getting unwanted attention.
Funny. I suppose most of those who bothered to read were probably those from IRC and personal friends,
but yeah, it got a little too cramped for me.
After a few months in WordPress, I thought of going back to Blogger, but I have since realized that you can import Blogger entries into WordPress (which I didn’t do) but not vice versa.
And since I have morphed into somewhat of a lazy blogger, now that I am almost into my mid-twenties (I wonder how it would be when I’m in my thirties), WordPress and its templates will do fine for me. Tagboards are fun but there’s always some cowardly loon who’d leave a random flame and buzz off.
I’m so past that, y’know?
And I’m actually pleased that it took about a year before my blog got 10,000 hits.
When I was 18 and started sraelynn.blogspot, yeah, looking at the hits counter gave me some sort of pride, the feeling of being “popular” and being read. That alone made my day, especially when I got new tags to read too.
Now, there are even days I forget I have a blog.
I believe it’s called getting old. :S
So yes,
I’ll be 24 tomorrow. Only 24.
My last birthday, as a single woman.
I can’t get away with being a girl anymore. I used to love it when my aunts thought I was still in polytechnic or college or something, somewhere along the “under-18″ lines. All I had to care about was studying and worrying if I had accidentally used up the credit on my prepaid mobile phone way before my next allowance.
Now I worry about bills, my wedding preparations, if my cooking tastes good, and whether my lipstick colour is a little OTT and doesn’t go with my eyeshadow.
Sigh.
Even though I’m not working at this point of time,
I have my means to get on by.
And even though my mum’s doing the usual (nagging),
I am actually enjoying this break.
I eat,
I watch tv,
I do the housework voluntarily,
and I get enough sleep.
Yeah, I could do with extra money for the wedding,
but perhaps, just for this month, I would like to hold out a little.
Get some rest.
I know, it makes me sound lazy. And I probably am.
But after trying out various industries, and working non-stop after all these years,
I think it wouldn’t be too much to ask for, to get two months’ break from work, to sort out the wedding preparations,
get some mental rest, clock some hours in the sun (without getting burnt again),
and mingle socially..
Before I dive head on again.
After all, this is my last birthday as a single.
And it’s not like I can’t afford it. (so get off my back, some of you)
Come tonight,
happy 24th to me.
=)
I’m all out of steam to blog today.
So I’m gonna make this quick and in point form.
On the other hand,
the Mr is spending time with me, lots of it, especially before his upcoming reservist stint come end-April.
Is it mid-year already?
We’ll be registering our marriage at ROMM in mid-May.
God, no wonder people tell me you hit the highway when you hit mid-twenties.
Before I know it, I’ll be 30 with kids in tow.
*rubs face*
I so need to sleep in tomorrow.. Sigh..
I learnt yesterday,
that it is super-easy to cross that line of being plain egoistic and not wanting to say sorry,
not wanting to back down,
and releasing a torrent of words.
Those torrent of words, can make or break a relationship, and I’m very sure it was the final straw in the previous relationship that I had. (Like who would ever forget M?)
The Mr and I were at Sim Lim Square yesterday to source for a few items that he needed for his PC; a cooler fan and a new graphic card (which I don’t believe is faulty, but he merely wants to enhance his gaming experience and is trying to get away with it).
So being the average girl with no fascination whatsoever in a building chock full of technical and IT stuffs, I followed him around aimlessly as he pondered over his items from shop to shop. We’ve been here lots of times, so I merely shared my observation that we tend to find the items we usually need on the 5th floor.
When we reached the 5th floor, I saw a vending machine of soft drinks so I asked him if he had coins because I didn’t have enough.
And because I was holding on to a can drink, I felt it was only polite that I didn’t enter the shops in fear of spilling my drink even though the shops did not display any “NO FOOD/DRINKS” sign. I’m the type who won’t push my luck so there.
Apparently, by my suggestion, my aimless browsing, my standing outside the shop, and a drink to show that I’m thirsty, the Mr figured that I was uninterested and bored.
When he had bought his items, I reckoned that we had concluded our shopping and led the way out.
To which he said, that if I’m absolutely bored, I wouldn’t have to follow anymore.
First of all, it’s not ME who wanted to buy anything from Sim Lim Square.
Second, knowing that I am absolutely clueless about HALF of what they sell there, what am I supposed to do?
Macam faham browsing?
Third, I didn’t know buying a drink implies boredom! I drink because I’m thirsty!
I was really peeved about his conclusion and we had an exchange at Sim Lim Square before I walked off. We walked silently back to Bugis MRT Station where again we had another exchange after I said I wanted to go home immediately, seeing that he doesn’t appreciate it when I do take the effort to accompany him when he wants something.
One thing about our exchanges when we do argue, I appreciate it that neither of us raises our voices because we know that no matter how bad it seems at that point of time, we don’t want to humiliate each other, and we still intend to be together. How can you expect to make things go back to normal or take a person back after you’ve said so many hurtful things to them right?
So as we sat in the train to head back to Woodlands, I was still peeved. Then I looked in the mirror opposite our seats, and to my horror, I swear I saw M instead of the Mr’s reflection.
Then I remembered,
M and I had exactly this. Minus the low-voiced exchanges. I would walk off just the same (and then I realized that this was the first time since I was with the Mr) and then we’d have uber-heated exchanges in public where sometimes M would end up throwing his mobile phone in my face. Yeah, it was that bad.
I don’t want to lose the Mr. He’s been almost perfect.
He will never be perfect, but he’s the best I’ve ever got, and will ever have.
Did my behaviour really show that I was bored?
Perhaps it was my tone of voice, or face/body expression? A subconscious event that happened without my knowledge?
The Mr isn’t my enemy. I can’t have thoughts in my head, thinking that he only wants to win the quarrel or have things done his way.
Then I realized, he asked me if I was bored, because he didn’t want me to dread going out with him.
And me? I merely got angry because he kept asking me that. It’s a personal issue, this attitude of mine, and it’s not his fault, because he only wanted me to be happy.
God. I felt so awful there and then.
At which I reached out for his hand, and said, “Sorry.”
The Mr turned to look at me and did that little lop-sided smile to show that it’s gonna be alright, squeezing my hand.
=(
I’m sorry honey, I’m sorry I frowned at you and did that sulky face.
Yet you still smiled at me, waited in silence for me to cool down and hugged me, asking if I would like to eat something afterward.
Perhaps it is the age gap, I’m only 24 this year (next week actually) and he will be 32 come August. He’s probably seen more attitudes than just mine.
Even though he’s patient with me, I don’t want to screw this up. I have to rein in my emotions better than this.
Anyway, we ended up at Lot 1 afterward, and had burger sets at Jalapeno Pepper’s, knowing how much he prefers fast food over food courts.
I’m glad I have Mohammad Hasni as my fiance, and as my future husband. He really knows how to get to me (in a good way) and he’s the only one who makes me cry when I’m angry instead of wanting to hit him (which M got loads of, but he started it). The crying is usually done discreetly, of course.
Sorry yang. We have our quarrels probably every quarter but when it happens, it never makes me feel victorious or anything. I’m just afraid we’d let trivial matters overcome us and we’d be ruling our relationship and future marriage with our hearts instead of our heads.
Must.not.let.that.happen.
Keep.eyes.wide.open.
=)
I love you!
*warm fuzzy feeling*
As promised to Daljit,
we made it to Sentosa on Thursday instead as it was raining like mad on the initially-planned Wednesday.
The weather was perfect!
We reached at an early 11am, armed with magazines, beach towels, bottles of water and some chips to munch on.
Tanjong Beach @ Sentosa was completely empty!
Other than some men working on a little building as you can see in the left part of the above picture, there was no one else on the beach til after 3pm.
And even then the total number of people made up no more than 8!
We saw a few couples having their wedding photography taken by the beach. Gorgeous. I’m gonna have ours taken by the garden + pond in our neighbourhood which I think looks pretty neat too. It used to be really dirty but there’s been a lot of cleaning up recently so it’s pretty decent. Beaches are not quite my thing, and I think it’s best I stay out of the sun for now.
Reason why, I’ll tell you later.
Anyway, my cousin Liz dropped a while later.
Liz, the saviour, came with some food from McDonald’s because me and Daljit were pretty much starving by then.
Really, I feel like quite the bully here because she wasn’t feeling really well! But Tanjong Beach lacks shops and restaurants unlike Siloso Beach or Palawan Beach, hence the secluded environment.
Daljit wanted to get some sun but it was a little too warm for her liking so she decided to wait til after 2pm.
I on the other hand, wanted to stay out of the sun. All that warmth made me feel very lazy and sleepy.
But still,
I ended up with a burnt back!
It’s only my back! I didn’t burn my face (THANK GOD!) and I didn’t burn my arms badly either, just a slight darkening..
BUT OH GOD!
I ran into the cool sea and then I showered, and slapped on some moisturising cream.
I put on 3 layers of SPF50 sunblock throughout the whole time I was in the sun and I still got burnt.
I’m still thankful I didn’t burn my face. Sigh.
Anyway, we only left Sentosa at around 5pm and walked around VivoCity for dinner and ice-cream at Ben & Jerry’s.
I am now a huge fan of Chocolate Macadamia. Super smooth chocolate ice-cream.
Oh, and of course that sundae was to be shared by the 3 of us.
Polishing it off by myself would have been suicide. =/
While walking around, I bought a pair of sunglasses which I felt actually fit my face.
I suppose it’s all the trend now to have glasses that cover half your face.
I prefer sunglasses which are simply rectangular in shape. Unfortunately, the only ones I’ve seen which appeal to me, are from Gucci & Giorgio Armani, which easily cost more than SGD$250.
My SGD$350 Gucci sunglasses got stolen back in 2006.
ANYWAY,
it was in all, a wonderfully spent day with two of my favourite people,
my best ex-colleague and my best cousin..
Daljit wants to go back there again, and I so agree, we have to!!
As for now,
I shall go back to rubbing Vaseline’s Aloe Vera Hydrating lotion on my back..
I shall blog tomorrow, when I have some photos up from my handphone, since the digicam is on loan with the Mr.
As for now,
all I can say is that I shouldn’t have lazed around in the sun yesterday!
*wails*
But it coulda been worse.
So yes, tomorrow I shall blog.
As for now, TGIF people! Enjoy!
*sings Alice Cooper’s Dangerous Tonight*
I’m dangerous like a broken glass~
I’m a flesh fanatic psychopath~
I can cause you pain and make it last~
Dangerous tonight~
I’m dangerous when the sun goes down~
So cross yourself, don’t fool around~
I’ll drag your heart into the ground~
Dangerous tonight~
I had a rather good morning today.
Had breakfast with the Mr at McDonald’s, where I watched him savour his Hotcakes with absolute relish.
(Mine barely moved.)
He kept pinching me in public, to mark my discovery of additional mounds of flesh after I put on my favourite tank top.
(Somehow, sucking it in just doesn’t quite work anymore. )
The fact that I’m dating someone who weighs a kg or two lighter than me isn’t doing much for the ego.
He looks in every damn thing he wears. Even his uniform.
At times like these, I hate my own boyfriend.
I can’t remember when I looked the least decent in my uniform, back at the airport. Sigh.
And then,
at home, while STILL configuring my barely month-old mobile phone (I can never remember my own settings),
with utmost confidence,
I cleared the handset memory.
BEFORE copying contacts to the SIM card.
280 contacts practically melted away before my very eyes.
But the best part!!
I don’t quite feel the panic or even feel a wee bit sorry about it.
The important numbers are in my head.
And the rest, I don’t know, I probably just sms them once a year.
Now THAT, was God’s answer to my whining when I received the handphone bill this morning and said,
“I don’t know how on Earth I’m going to cut on my smses.”
That was some speedy work, God. Thanks.
Guess I just April Fool-ed myself eh?
