High Potential

I'm feeling very excited. Just went to see a room for rent, and I really like it! The apartment is clean and well-maintained; the room is fully furnished and comes with air-conditioner; and the rent is relatively low and inclusive of utilities.

AND I'll be just 2 floors down from Ed.

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I have until Monday to decide.

My All-Time Favourite Classic

Saw 'Beauty and the Beast' again (my third time and Ed's umpteenth time). I'd forgotten how much I love this particular animation. Sigh, those were the good ol' days --- the pre-digital era.

Sorry, Ed. ;p

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Plastic Poisoning!

Think I ate melted plastic. I was making a toasted cheese-tomato sandwich and had accidentally clipped a segment of the wire in the sandwich maker. Now the plastic around that segment is melted, exposing the wire beneath.

Do people die from plastic poisoning? O dear, I think I feel plastic-ky right now, whatever that means. :(

A Touch of Patriotism

Almost forgot it's 31 August today.

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY, MALAYSIA!

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I suppose this calls for a celebration.

Sexual Discrimination

The agent just called. Says the landlord prefers male tenant. Right. That's a first.

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Never mind. Called another agent and he has an available unit in the same block as Ed too. Going to check it out tomorrow evening.

House Hunting

I can't believe it! Was going through through the online postings of rooms for rent and found one located in Block 203, Floor 12, Serangoon Central --- the very same block and floor as Ed! What are the chances of that happening?

Wonder if this is a sign.

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Insomnia

I can't sleep.

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I dread going back tomorrow. :(

The Key Difference Between MNC and POC (Privately Owned Company)

The HR lady called yesterday to walk me through the contract terms and conditions. Somehow, the matter of my wisdom tooth came up. She suggested that I postpone the surgery until after my probation period. That way, the cost of the surgery will be borne by the company! Thank gawd for MNCs and dental coverage.

:)

End of a Chapter

Ed and I recently finished watching the entire 'Six Feet Under' series (on DVD).

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Feels like a part of me has died.

Bedtime Story

No, my sis isn't reading to Patch. She's reading to the baby. Patch just doesn't want to be left out.

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Lost and Found

I am SOOOOOOOO relieved!

I thought I'd lost the originals of my educational certificates and transcripts. I looked high and low, but couldn't find them!?! I vaguely recall filing them and putting them somewhere, but I couldn't for the life of me remember where or when I last saw them. I've been having sleepless nights for over a week now.

Today, I found out that Mum has been keeping my originals. Says she can't trust me to not lose them.

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Ma, I love you. ;p

Congratulations

Eeeeeek! I can't believe it. The HR lady just called to offer me the job.

:) :) :)

Interview Suicide

Went for a job interview this morning. For the first time in a long while, I actually feel good about the job and the boss. :)

She asked me what my career objective was (among other things). I hate this question. I never know how to answer this question, even after having attended more than 2 dozen interviews in my 6 years (almost) of working. I mean, what IS the politically correct answer?

So, I told her the truth. I told her I didn't have any career objective. It's funny how, when you first start working, you have all these hopes and expectations of the job, the boss, the colleagues, the working terms and conditions, etc. But then, you come to a point in life where all you really want is to have enough time to do the things that you want to do outside work hours. I guess, some people would call it "work-life balance".

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It's all in God's hands now. Que sara sara.

Attention Deficit Disorder

Can it be? It's been less than a month since I started blogging and, already, I'm starting to get bored.

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Looking forward to my job interview tomorrow morning. The job itself is nothing to shout about --- it's very similar in nature to my previous job, so I'm pretty sure I can do it well. The one thing that attracts me to this job is the BOSS. I was told by my sis' friend (who works in the same company, with the same boss) that she (the boss) is "a very good boss" and "the most supportive boss".

It's funny how long it's taken me to realise what is most important to me in a job: a NICE boss. Sure, having an interesting job scope is important as well but, if I had to choose between the two, I'll choose the former any day. Lynn says it's a natural progression as you approach the late 20s. Further affirmation that I'm growing up.

Monsoon Season is Over

Attended a job interview last week, and have another 2 lined up this week. Things are definitely starting to look up for me. :)

Interestingly, I've noticed that all 3 jobs are significantly different by nature:

1. Brand strategy consulting
2. Events management
3. Qualitative research

Possibly an indication of the lack of direction in my career path? Or perhaps, a sign of sheer desperation???

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I've decided I'm going to have to be less fussy. Ed is right, I'll just get a job for now and, if I'm not happy, at least I won't be jobless while I look for another job.

And that's the story of my life.

Separation Anxiety Syndrome

Dreamt of Patch last night.

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I miss Patch. Sniff. :(

You Know You're Growing Up When ...

You spend an hour in the supermarket and all you end up buying is:

1. Colander










2. Cling Wrap










3. Sink Strainer


Ed said the most horrid thing to me. He said I was becoming "domesticated". Yuck.

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By the way, it's my sis' birthday today (yea, the real thing).
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Che!

Of Vampires and Werewolves

Saw Underworld: Evolution last night.

Storyline was weak, effects were lousy, acting sucked.

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But I loved it. :)

Al Dente

Cooked dinner for Ed and myself last night: macaroni in carbonara sauce.

Over- (or is it, under-) estimated the macaroni. Check out the leftovers below! ;p


Learned 3 things:

1. Macaroni expands in boiling water. (Hey, no one told me this in home science!)
2. Al dente means to cook until firm but not soft.
3. Macaroni must be dried using colander. (Yes Lynn, I can hear you laughing.)

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Shrug, we learn something(s) new everyday.

Rub a Dub Dub, 2 Gals in a Tub

Check out my 2 nieces. First they said the older one (Tasha, left) looks like me when I was younger, then they said the younger one (Lysha, right) looks like me when I was a baby. But they both look completely different. Go figure.

I Can Cook!!!

I still can't believe it, I cooked myself a meehoon soup for lunch! And no, I didn't just cook instant noodles. I first boiled the soup with chicken meat (shredded, mind you), bones and anchovies then I added the meehoon and waited until it was soft enough before breaking an egg into the soup. Last but not least, I put in the fishballs and VOILA! Mum's good ol' recipe. :)

This marks history.

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He's Mah Man!

I don't care what they say, I think the new Superman is way cool!!!

And so, I wasn't really upset when I discovered that Ed had gone and got himself a miniature version of the Man of Steel. Hey this way, I get to hold Superman's hand! (literally)

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Ed and I were talking the other night. Ever wondered what Superman looks like without his boots? What is it with Superheroes and tights anyways!?!

Mark of the Beast

A bit of drama over the weekend.

Mum's new Jazz (car) got scratched! Not just a teeny-weeny scratch, but a deep, long scratch stretching across the two doors on the right side. Clearly, evidence of MAN's wrath :(. We discovered the unsightly work of art on Sunday morning and suspect the crime had been committed the night before. Mum, Dad and I had gone to Old Town for bak-kut-teh and Dad had parked the car partially in front of one of the houses just behind the bak-kut-teh store (Heng Kee). We suspect that the owner of the house must have been really miffed and decided to take matters into his/her own hands. But with nothing more than our gut-feel and hypothesis to go on, Mum and Dad have decided to let the matter go. Admittedly, we were partly at fault for parking illegally to begin with.

The moral of the lesson: to all you bak-kut-teh lovers, don't go parking in front of others' homes.

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To Tell Or Not To Tell?

Just arrived in Singapore. Had a pleasant enough trip; sat next to an elderly lady who was rather chatty but nice, am proud to say that my command of Cantonese has improved somewhat . ;)

I'm quite excited at the moment. Sent in a job application email yesterday and this morning a lady called to arrange for an interview. It's been awhile since I'm this excited about a job interview --- guess it's a combination of the job scope (brand consulting, yippee) and my having been jobless for so long (nearing 2 months now).

There's only 1 thing bothering me: I'm not sure how honest I should be in the interview. I had deliberately left out my latest job and company from my resume (given my very short tenure of 2 months only) therefore, as far as the interviewer is concerned, I am still under the employment of my previous company. I suppose I'll be upfront and say that I left my previous company at the end of February and joined the latest company in April but left in June due to a "company-person mismatch". This is where it gets tricky: the interviewer is bound to ask for more details. Do I say it is entirely the company's fault? Because it is! Do I say that I was tricked on more than one account?? Because I was!! Do I say that my boss is a manipulative, scheming woman who played psychological games on me??? Because she is and she did!!!

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Or do I just say that I was not the right person given the job requirements and expectations?

Sigh.

Home Sweet Home

Going back (to Singapore) tomorrow. Or is it, going home? I'm not even sure what the correct term is anymore. Technically speaking, home is where the heart is (or so says Ed). But where is my heart??? In Malaysia, with Patch and my parents? Or in Singapore, with Ed?

Feeling torn, as usual.

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It's A Happy Day :)

Just got my stitches removed by the dentist. Yay!!!

Took some pics of Patch falling asleep last night.



Good night, darling.

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She's Done It Again

Terell James Ng.

That's my nephew-to-be's name. My sis has a thing for double-word names. She was so intent on Delana Joy Ng, until she found out it was going to be a boy.

Just glad that I had my little contribution: I was the one who suggested JAMES. My sis had initially wanted Terell WAYDE Ng, but I convinced her that Terell was unusual enough therefore it was important to neutralise it with a more normal middle name. Besides I told her that this way, she could call him "TJ" for short. She fell for it.

Che's Birthday

Celebrated my sis' 29th birthday over the weekend. It was an early celebration because her birthday really isn't until 2 weeks' time.

Didn't do much, just bought a cake and sang a song.

You know what this means? MY birthday is just around the corner.

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Left Behind

Ed's now on his way back to Singapore.

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I cried a little last night.

Ed once pointed out that I cry not so much because HE's leaving but because I hate to be left behind. Sigh, he knows me so well.

I'm Dying

The dentist said the surgery wouldn't hurt. He lied! It hurt real bad!! And now my cheeks are numb and swollen, I look like I've just been punched in the face. Plus I can't eat, drink or talk properly.

Is this what it feels like to be dying?

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Anticipation :)

Ed's coming home! In fact, right this moment as I'm writing this entry, he's in the car with my sis and bro-in-law on their way back from Singapore. Guess I won't be writing much this weekend.

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TGIF Not!

I'm in the depths of despair!!! (to quote Anne of Green Gables)

Finally went for my much dreaded (and very belated) annual dental checkup. My worst fears are confirmed: my wisdom teeth MUST be removed. Doc says leaving them would inevitably lead to cavities in the long run. I asked him whether the process would be painful, and he said the surgery itself isn't but the thereafter will be. How brutally honest.

Arrived home to find my bedroom doorlock jammed. Again. The last time this happened, I was getting ready to go out for a manicure/pedicure session with friends. I had to call and cancel. In the end, Dad (good ol' Dad) used a hammer to smash the doorlock into pieces (literally) and I only just made it in time for my pedicure. This time however Mum insists that we wait for the construction guy to come over later and have a look. In the meantime, I can't get into my own bedroom!?!

It's Murphy's Law at work again.

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Window Shopping

Went shopping with mum at 1-Utama. Or at least, I tried to.

I didn't buy anything!?! I just didn't see anything I like. Mum was so proud of me, said that I was becoming more "practical".

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Ewww, GROSS.

And, just in case anyone starts getting any ideas of my becoming more "practical", check out my shoe collection. What you see here is less than half of what I used to have, and this is not counting the shoes I have in Singapore. So, there!

It's A Boy!!!

Found out last night that my sister is going to have a baby boy. Think she's slightly disappointed cause she had all these interesting girl names ready; "Delana Joy" being the most noteworthy.

I suppose this is good for me cause now I'll have 2 nieces (from my brother) and 1 nephew. Variety is always good, isn't it?

I'm torn. Should I call myself "Ah Yee" or "Lai Yee" or "Aunty"??? Mum says I should be called the first, which literally means aunt from the mother's side. I prefer the second, as it sounds younger (and more fun?). Problem is, it means youngest aunt, which technically is incorrect because I'm my sister's only sister. Mum doesn't like the third as she says it's too impersonal. I liked it initially but then realised that I'd be called "Aunty Anne" - too strong an association with pretzel!

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To Teach An Old Dog New Tricks

Patch isn't old, he's only 5 years plus. But I guess, he's not young either. He's been very sticky since I got back from Singapore last Friday, he definitely misses me.

I tried to teach him to fetch the mail this morning. I think he knew I wanted him to do something, but he wasn't sure what. He kept running to and from the roll of magazine and me. In the end, out of frustration, he started clawing at the magazine and ended up eating bits and pieces of the plastic wrapper.

But hey, I thought it was pretty encouraging. At least he knew what I wanted him to do had something to do with the mail.

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