The Mom Song

Xiu showed me this:


LOL!

Bake the WHA?!

After lesson, bought Kambing Soup for Dad while I waited for him to pick me up. (Kambing Soup is mutton soup, indian style.) As we were entering the house Dad turned to me and mumbled (he was very tired), "Later bake the rat."

Me: WHAT?!

Dad: Bake the raaaaattt....

Me: Whaaaattt???!?!?!?!??!

Dad: The rat the rat, bake the rat.

Me:.... you mean bread.

Dad: Ya la, I said bread what.

Me: No, it sounded like rat.

Dad: No ah, I said bread.

Me: No, bread is brrrrrrrrrrr-ead.





BRRRRR!

.........

Why did I even bother?

Fuck it.

(Yes, please pardon this slip of vulgarity. Pissed is understatement right now.)

Nana

Had to do this because blogger's all bugged on me. Anyway, my 3-yr old cousin on my dad's side.

So cute!



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Enough?

Been playing with the idea for some time, but decided to be a better person, let live and forget. But I think my threshold of tolerance has been crossed far too many times.

Enough.

I'm sick of people using me as an excuse.

Mas's prezzie

THOUSAND SUNNY!!!!! A DO-IT-MYSELF THOUSAND SUNNY!!!!!

THOUSAND SUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love you mas. LOL!

P.S I have progressed to literally coughing up phlegm. Ew.

Whhhhaaaa????

Sis must have a in-built sensor or something. Half of the time she calls, either I am asleep or half-asleep. This morning, I was sleeping in because I spent half the night trying to get the mucus out of my lungs, (without much success I should add), when she called. This is the conversation, or what I remember of it. (Sis, this is seriously what I remember. Please double check. LOL)

Me: Hello....

Sis: Eh, you sleeping ah?

Me: No. Why?

Sis: Eh, I ask you ah, you Sunday free or not?

Me: Uh... yeah. Why?

Sis: You never teach meh?

Me: Uh... one, afternoon, why?

Sis: Orh, one student only har?

Me: Yeah, why?

Sis: No la, thought you free can help me look after Zelene mah, cos Jessica sick but my Dad say he can look after her but, you know la, my mom house la...."

Me: Huuuuuuhhh????? What you saying? I don't understand.




I can't remember the rest of the convo. I found it funny (when I remembered it later) because I remembered asking why after every sentence. Yeah, I get taken over by Gin Z when I am sleeping. I am not myself~

Gotta let it run its course

Still mucus-y and cough-y when I woke up. Decided teaching in a music studio with only the gap under the door for ventilation not the best idea if I don't want my students to catch my bug so went to see the doc.

She said it's a normal virus so I'll just have to wait til it has run its course. Gave me an MC for the next two days.

Bahhh.....

Darned bug has cost me $130 dollars so far.

The price I pay for not taking care of my immune system.

I suppose it is a good time to start project LR with all these time on my hands.

Bahhhh....

Toys and oxymoron

1.50am and I am still fiddling around this new commie. Can't stop using it, prolly the intermittent geek in me is warpedly fascinated. The phlegm rattling about in my lungs is not helping me fall asleep either. Well, better mucus than fever.

I wonder if opening hotmail using safari qualifies as an oxymoron?

And laptop should really be renamed as bedtop.

Too many! Too many!!

Been trying to set up Mail in my Macbook Pro, turns out they don't accept hotmail, and yahoo will charge me if I use Mail to access it. (Yahoo mail plus or summat.)

So I had to make a new account.

Gmail.

That makes a grand total of 3 email accounts. Whee.....

I have the memory space of a pea....

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Mom said something fairly amusing today.

I was watching my Bro trying valiantly and pathetically failing to enter his DotA domain when Mom waltzes after checking I wasn't in my room.

"Eh, your laptop can download and play that game or not?"

"Huh? The ball game?"

"Ya ya. That shoot shoot ball one."

"Why leh?"

"No la, thought maybe your one easier to use."

My bro and me looked at each other in disbelief. Yeah. Mom and Dad are addicted to Zuma but my bro's com's the only one that has the full version. Mebbe I should download it on my crappy lenovo lappie and let them play.

Dad, addicted, ever since he came back from China.

This game, if you didn't know what I was talking about.

Poor Dad

Dad had been playing with the idea of getting a car ever since he confirmed he will be working here. He spent the last 2 days roaming car marts with mom tagging along. (I wanted to go yesterday but was sick so I decided to stay in.)

Today, Dad, Mom, me and bro went car scouting. And while we were walking about, me and bro were crapping around as usual but we were listening in to Dad and Mom conversing with the sales peeps.

Dad's conversation were mainly prices, accident free, original paintwork etc. (Because we were looking at the second-hand cars.)

Mom's were:
-This is not leather!
-The seat so small!
-The color so ugly!
-The bump there so hard to sit!
-This car too small la!
-This car too big la!

Bro later whispered to me. "Daddy so kor lian, wan buy car also must make mummy happy first. Next time we buy a car ourselves must remember never to bring mom."

Agreed.

Part 1 and 1.5

If friends have been wondering about my miserly behaviour about going out, here's your answer :P

Part I:

The legs are Fi's. :D

Yeah. It arrived faster that I expected.

Part 1.5:

A little early prezzie for bro. (An ipod touch.)

I still don't quite understand why he wants an ipod touch when he already ordered the iphone 3Gs. Guess guys just can't resist getting their toys.

Still waiting for Part 2 and gotta prepare for Part 3 soon. I did say I am going spending mad didn't I? :P

Foot-long? Yep!

Stupid yet funny thing happened.

As with all Wednesdays, I usually comatose on the MRT back from school (due to waking early with no breakfast and 5 consecutive students) to Bishan, where I will grab a quick bite with a coffee followed by lessons with my afternoon private kids.

Been feeling a little immune weak so decided to pass on the fast food and hit Subway for the vegs. I WAS half asleep when I approached the counter. People who have eaten at Subway would know their breads come in 2 sizes. 6 inch and foot-long. This is what happened:

Me (half asleep): Hi.... can I have the cold cut please?

Server: Okay! Foot-long?

Me: Yep. (Without thinking, still asleep)

Server: Which bread?

Me: The honey-oat please.

Server: *Turns and brings out this humongous long piece of bread and starts slapping meat and cheese on it*

Me: ....... (????????????)

Server: Would you like your bread and cheese toasted?

Me: ..... uh.... yeah..... (Crap.)


Yeah. That was what happened.

THE GODAMNED SANDWICH WAS AS LONG AS MY ENTIRE CALF!!!!

I had planned to eat my lunch inside the shop, but looking at the ridiculously large sandwich and the way the cashier was looking at me, I asked for a takeaway. Still didn't stop the other customers from staring at me as I left, had to stuff it into my bag.

Thank gawd for big bags.

Looking at the bright side, at least I didn't have to worry about dinner.

P.S: Dad laughed his ass off when I told him. -.-

Little pleasures

I swear I thought I had less than $100 left for the rest of the month. Battled sleep to check bank balance and to my surprise:

Account Balance ( as at 10 Jul 2009, 11:22 PM )
Available Balance S$432.49

The constant scrimping for the past months must have forced my monetary department to work in bankrupt mode permanently.

Yes, silly maybe, to be happy over such a tiny little mistake on my part.

But still, I. HAVE. MOOLAH!

I am going to be a little spending mad in the next coupla weeks. Heh heh heh heh. It is time.....