Shades of Pink and I decided to go blading this evening before meeting BFC for dinner.
This is the kind of conversation that takes place between a convent girl (BFC) and a china girl (the waitress)....
BFC: We'll have the chicken curry, and...
Waitress: Qing de? (green one?)
BFC: No. Red.
Waitress: Curry qing de? (green curry)
BFC: Red. Red. (nudges me and goes, "eh red how to say?")
Purples: Hong. Hong de curry.
We decided to have dessert and BFC beckoned to the waitress to ask for the dessert of the day.
BFC: Xiao jie, jing tian de tian pin shi shen me? (What's the dessert of the day?)
Waitress: Yu ni.
BFC looks at Shade of Pink and I and we go, : ORH NI.
BFC: Oh. ok.
And so we had orh ni for dessert.
I'm just wondering what BFC thought "yu ni" was. Some kind of Indonesian cake?
Oh ya! Thanks for the present babes.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Happy Commercialised Love Day
So today must be the most lucrative, money-making day for chocolatiers and florists, just to name a few.
February 14th used to be a rather big and exciting thing when I was, what, 16? 17? 18?
Today, it passed just like any other day. Any normal working day.
Then I stepped out of the office, and was greeted by the 16, 17, 18-year olds - their hands filled with overpriced roses, chocolates, balloons and stuffed toys, and their hearts and minds filled (psychologically, I believe) with more love than Feb 13 or tomorrow. Hmm. Was it just me? Or does this cynicism come with age? I checked with my friends whose ages fall within the same decade of mine. What's normal from this age group of people is "Why waste money on flowers?" or "Why waste money on a lavish dinner?" or "It's just commercialisation la". Phew! So I'm quite normal.
In any case, I called back the office and asked my colleague, Ah Muay, if anyone had sent me flowers. "Huh? Not yet. You wait long long la" she said.
Then in the late afternoon, my other colleague, Amoy called to say that I had received a love letter from a secret admirer.
"Quick come back and see la. See who sent it." Amoy said.
"You must be the one la! You and Ah Muay. After I call to ask about the flowers right?" I replied.
So anyway, here's my Valentine's Day love letter that was waiting for me at the office....
February 14th used to be a rather big and exciting thing when I was, what, 16? 17? 18?
Today, it passed just like any other day. Any normal working day.
Then I stepped out of the office, and was greeted by the 16, 17, 18-year olds - their hands filled with overpriced roses, chocolates, balloons and stuffed toys, and their hearts and minds filled (psychologically, I believe) with more love than Feb 13 or tomorrow. Hmm. Was it just me? Or does this cynicism come with age? I checked with my friends whose ages fall within the same decade of mine. What's normal from this age group of people is "Why waste money on flowers?" or "Why waste money on a lavish dinner?" or "It's just commercialisation la". Phew! So I'm quite normal.
In any case, I called back the office and asked my colleague, Ah Muay, if anyone had sent me flowers. "Huh? Not yet. You wait long long la" she said.
Then in the late afternoon, my other colleague, Amoy called to say that I had received a love letter from a secret admirer.
"Quick come back and see la. See who sent it." Amoy said.
"You must be the one la! You and Ah Muay. After I call to ask about the flowers right?" I replied.
So anyway, here's my Valentine's Day love letter that was waiting for me at the office....
Compliments of Ah Muay and Amoy.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Liking What You Do
I recently received updates via email from TLG over in UK. Updates which included matters of the heart and his career. With respect to the latter, he mentioned taking a course in acupuncture, having been quite into orthopaedic ops, and having done or helped in 1 external fixator and 1 plating of broken legs, whatever that is. In case you're wondering, TLG's a vet. And more importantly, he's enjoying it.
How many of us can actually proclaim to like our jobs, enjoy what we're doing, and look forward to going to work every single day?
My guess is that, to most of us, the job is simply a means of making a living.
But I'm sure many of us have a dream job, or rather something that we know or think we'd enjoy doing. Like setting up a bakery, teaching, painting, acting, dog-walking, baby-sitting, and the list goes on. One of the factors that holds us back from actually taking that step and pursuing it is its feasibility in terms of the financial returns. That thing that we (think) we might enjoy doing somehow will not pay as much.
I was discussing this with a friend and his reply (via sms) went like this: U get paid to get more shit, fact of life. U have to decide. My take is there's always shit everywhere so might as well go for more $ cos once u get used to the shit, it's not so bad or much. :)
Very practical. The typical 'there's-always-a-trade-off' theory.
Of course, there will be the handful who decide to just 'heck-the-money-and-do-what-i-like'. Kudos to you. For me, for now at least, I'll start trying to get used to the shit. As the chinese saying goes, "Xi guan chen zi ran" (Once you get used to it, it becomes a norm).
Or maybe what I think I might enjoy doing may not be that enjoyable once I eventually embark on it. Like how they say the grass is always greener on the other side.
How many of us can actually proclaim to like our jobs, enjoy what we're doing, and look forward to going to work every single day?
My guess is that, to most of us, the job is simply a means of making a living.
But I'm sure many of us have a dream job, or rather something that we know or think we'd enjoy doing. Like setting up a bakery, teaching, painting, acting, dog-walking, baby-sitting, and the list goes on. One of the factors that holds us back from actually taking that step and pursuing it is its feasibility in terms of the financial returns. That thing that we (think) we might enjoy doing somehow will not pay as much.
I was discussing this with a friend and his reply (via sms) went like this: U get paid to get more shit, fact of life. U have to decide. My take is there's always shit everywhere so might as well go for more $ cos once u get used to the shit, it's not so bad or much. :)
Very practical. The typical 'there's-always-a-trade-off' theory.
Of course, there will be the handful who decide to just 'heck-the-money-and-do-what-i-like'. Kudos to you. For me, for now at least, I'll start trying to get used to the shit. As the chinese saying goes, "Xi guan chen zi ran" (Once you get used to it, it becomes a norm).
Or maybe what I think I might enjoy doing may not be that enjoyable once I eventually embark on it. Like how they say the grass is always greener on the other side.
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