The End

We all need a little privacy.

Especially now that we’re almost married.

Eid Al Mubarak!

Salam Aidilfitri to all.

It’s been ages (again) since I updated.

And unfortunately, there will be no pictures for now.
My not-so-trusty Niko Coolpix charger has died on me, and right now, Sim Lim Square seems like the furthest place on earth to me.

It was a simple Aidilfitri for me.
Went to my step-grandma’s house at Bedok Reservoir, before moving on to my eldest maternal uncle’s place.

And of course, since we live sooooooo nearby, we dropped in by my beloved Mr’s home!

Hehehe.

It’s less than 3 weeks to our wedding, and our parents have imposed the no-seeing-each-other rule, so we thought we’d sneak out together today.

Unfortunately, my mother has planned for us to do more visiting to other relatives this year, to pass out our wedding invites personally.

Ugh. I was hoping I’d get a picture of the Mr in his baju kurung. So handsome my abang yesterday. And I forgot.

Another 3 weeks before I can hug him all-day, all-night til death do us part (literally). Hehe.

I’m so happy about the wedding. Everything’s turning out to be almost fine. That, and I’ve kinda given up on it trying to be perfect. So I figured the best way to get on with it would be to pretend I don’t see the flaws at all. *shrugs*

Oh, just feel like sharing this piece of news, my beloved cousin who got married in May, is expecting a baby boy this February! Nephews are not uncommon in my family line, we have too many boys, but I’m sure with my cousin as its mummy, he is going to be uber-cute! (See how biased I can get?)

Babies babies all around.. So happy!

Will blog again sometime this week; am alone in the office. Everyone’s in Gold Coast except for me, so that I can put everything together for the upcoming event before my wedding leave.

Anyone wanna buy an apartment near Broadbeach, Gold Coast? XD

I can’t keep promises.

Don’t bother taking me seriously the next time I promise to blog the next day.

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Have been pretty busy at work. The company’s organising an exhibition pretty soon at the Swissotel Stamford.
I’ve been trying hard to catch up with the work flow here, especially since I’m the sole administrator and well, expectations are set to be met.

It’s the fasting month, but somehow I feel like time has been passing way too fast.

As of today, I have 29 more days before the Big Day. Oh man.

I’ve been having hell with my wedding planner. She’s just being so difficult, and now she’s uncontactable as she’s on some pilgrimage. But really, before you make peace with God, stop riling your customer man.

I’m so tempted to give her the cut now but my mum says I have to make do with her due to short notice even if we get someone else to replace her.

I’m going to give her a testimonial after the event so it all depends on the service rendered during the wedding weekend.

Sigh.

So much in my head right now. *groans*

Of accounts, post-it-notes and days in bed.

12.46pm..

I started this post at 10am, and completely forgot about this tab in my Firefox.

In the 3 hours that have passed since then,
I bought stamps at the nearby post office,
paid the bills for the office,
checked out ZA and Maybelline makeup items at Watson’s on level 1 (and bought some),
and even vacuumed the office.

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It’s now 3pm.

I am still thinking about blogging.

While folding paper cranes in the office. Heh.

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It’s now 4.30pm.

I still have nothing to blog about.

Ugh. As of today, it’s about 37 days to the wedding (I think).

I’ve just finished accounts.
I have trouble reading numbers, so it’s an absolute pain in the arse.

I’ve been trying to source for any medical institutions that might actually help to see if it’s mild dyscalculia or whether I’m just plain careless.
Emailed IMH, they referred me to some Neuro institute and then to some private clinic.

Apparently most of these places only diagnose from ages 6 – 16 or they don’t do it at all.

So I stopped caring and trying to find out.

I rather peer a number at a time, and saying it out loud while I type it (Hasni’s suggestion).

I know, it makes me look like a fool.

On a random note, let me just share this video on YouTube with regards to our local pride, the recent Miss Singapore World 2009.

Our pride and joy indeed.

I feel like tearing up my Mass Communications certification now. No one is ever going to take Singapore seriously again.

Isn’t there an IQ test or something to represent Singapore?

Oh well, to each his own.
And whoever “he” might be, I guess “he” came from the same species as the rest of the panel of judges. *shrugs*

So anyway..

It’s not 6.18pm. Yeah, I stopped again along the way.

I am THAT terrible at blogging now.

Okay, I’m just lazy.

I’ll blog tomorrow.

PROMISE. I’ll be in the office to overlook some renovation works so yeah, I have all the time to blog.

*yawns*

Geylang Serai for dinner today. I wonder how the Ramadhan festivities are coming along this year. Probably the same as every other year..

“SPEND TIL YOU DROP.”

*groans*

Recap of 3 weeks? I don’t think so.

There is no way to recap the past 3 weeks in an entry.

I completely forgot about this blog, until Has reminded me.

Terrible.

Almost unforgivable, don’t you think?

Sigh.

Oh well, I’ll just forgo the drama. I’m not really sorry at all.

I’ve been bogged down with so much work I just felt so lazy to actually conjure up an entry.

Perhaps a tinge of sorry will do, for those people who keep coming back to my blog (it’s in the Stats).

So anyway.. it was my mum’s birthday last week.

Courtesy of http://www.cupcake-momma.net.

Lovely smell of strawberries and yes, it actually tasted very nice.
I love the strawberry chocolate ‘plaque’. So yummy.

And yeah, my mum’s only 44.

Had two weddings in August too.
Trying to beat the start of the fasting month, I reckon.

Who else did I get my sorry self out of bed for on a weekend, to trudge all the way down to Joo Chiat?

This MINAH lor!

Congratulations to Has and Yot.
After being together for like FOREVER, they finally tied the knot.

Adlina accompanied me to the wedding, which was a huge relief because my idea of a fine Sunday does not include travelling half of Singapore in a baju kurung.
At least if I looked awful and sweaty, I’d have a partner. HEHEHE.

The other wedding I attended was Suhaimi’s.

His wife, Lisa, looked so petite and cute!

It was nice meeting up with the secondary school mates as well.

And of course, what’s a post without my……..

Mr?

No, I rather blog about my makeup! *giggles madly*

My two new palettes!

The 78-palette with eyeshadow, liner and blush.

And my 32-lipstick palette!

I just ordered more stuff today, apparently my friends like what I’m getting. HEHEHE.

That’s it for today!

P/S: I spent 5 hours on this entry because I kept getting distracted.

Random write.

I’m pretty much free in the office right now, listening to Transformers 2’s OST, The Used’s Burning Down The House. The souped-up version of course.

The kinda song that makes you want to step on the accelerator while driving.

I don’t drive, so you guys don’t have to worry about a maniac zooming on the streets of Singapore.

Not like we have streets fit enough for a race or anything. Traffic lights aplenty.

Speaking of races, I read about how Felipe Massa scored himself some nasty injuries after an accident.

Scary how a 5-inch spring can do so much damage when you’re zooming head on at 200km/h. The Mr took the effort to explain to me how bike racers have this support thingy installed into their suits to restrict head movement so that they don’t risk breaking their neck by moving against the winds.

See, I learn something new everyday by being around him.

My days have fallen into a comfortable routine around him. We meet up for dinner (because I don’t have time to cook on weekdays) but that’s gonna change when we’re living under the same roof soon.

Then it’s going over to his place to coo over his new niece. Yes, Putri Natasyah Inshirah has a sister now. Putri Batrisyah Elfira.

A mouthful for a person weighing 2.7kg. Will put up her picture soon. She’s super cute. And of course, when we’re all paying so much attention to the new addition, the existing princess (Putri, geddit?) will naturally be up to all kinds of antics to get our attention.

It took 3 people to grab her to put on her shirt and button it on.

Only to have her remove it later. LOL.

Time to check out now.

Another random write anytime soon, I promise. It’s been rather quiet in the office, so yeah,

SOON!

Taxi complaint.

Last Wednesday, I sent a complaint to SMRT Taxis.

Dear Sir/Madam,

I have just alighted from an SMRT cab barely half an hour ago and I am VERY DISPLEASED with the fare that I have been charged.

I boarded the abovementioned taxi from International Plaza at 10.14pm and told the driver (whose name I was unable to get as he did not display his name placard and refused to tell me when I asked him for it) that I was heading towards Marsiling or Woodlands St 13.

When he asked me for my choice direction, I specifically told him that he should go by CTE as that is the route I am familiar with.

Shortly after we started on the journey, I spoke on my handphone, and after hanging up, I dozed off. The last landmark I remember seeing, was the Singapore Flyer. When I woke up, I was on the TPE, at the Sengkang area. When I asked him why we were there, he replied, “CTE jam for sure one la now.” When I kept asking him which route he had taken, it was only when I had asked him for the third time, did he reply that he had taken the KPE – TPE – SLE route.

The total fare was $27.40 inclusive of some $3.00 surcharge.

When I disputed the fare, which I felt was too much, considering that I often take cabs after 10pm, and usually pay around $15 – $18, he ignored me and printed the receipt, which meant that I still had to settle the fare.

I hope that SMRT will do something about this driver, as I feel that he has been dishonest and taking advantage of customers by feigning ignorance. It is no small amount by fare standards and I am absolutely unhappy with the service rendered. Not only have I spent almost an hour in the taxi, which completely beats the purpose of taking a cab instead of other means of public transport, but I’ve been charged almost the equivalent of a midnight ride.

Please do contact me at 9******* for any further action against this driver. I will be following up on this and will forward a scanned copy of the receipt tomorrow morning.

Thank you.

Suhaila Roslan

I did follow up the next morning, including a copy of the receipt.

Guess it’s pretty clear that the taxi driver pissed me off really bad if I’d bothered to send an email barely an hour after alighting.

And today?

Dear Suhaila

Thank you for your feedback regarding our taxi driver of SHC4735B that you encountered on 22 July 2009.

We have investigated the incident and the driver was reprimanded in view of your feedback.  He was reminded to travel by the route that his customers preferred.  If he has better suggestion such as changing of route, he also should explain to his customers in a nice manner to avoid misunderstanding.   Please be assured that we will continue to monitor his performance closely.

As a gesture of goodwill and our appreciation to you for your feedback, we would like to offer $10 SMRT Taxis vouchers. Please provide us with your mailing address so that we can post the vouchers to you.

Our apologies for your experience and thank you for highlighting the matter to our attention.

Yours sincerely

Ang Siew Tee (Ms)

Senior Officer, Customer Relations

Corporate Marketing and Communications

SMRT Corporation Ltd

It’s not the amount that matters.

It’s the principle that counts!

*smirks and walks off*

Our Mount Faber Date

After what seemed likes ages,

the Mr and I had a date yesterday!

We rode up to Mount Faber to get some nice clean air!

My debut trip up to Mount Faber. LOL.

Yes, it’s true. I’ve NEVER been up to Mount Faber.
And the Mr, who was appalled at such a fact, decided that he should bring his poor fiancee up to Mount Faber where he spent his childhood shuttling back and forth his homes at Pulau Sentosa and Telok Blangah Rise.

Yes, my Mr is a native of Sentosa island. His late grandmother was one of the horticulturists at Sentosa. And apparently her fiery temper led to her even chasing her supervisor with a broom. Hehehe.

The Mr was brought up by his grandmother, hence the shuttling. Cable car and ferry rides were a form of daily transportation to him then.
Cool eh?

I liked the serenity of the place. Although it’s just like any other park, I guess the calmness of the place as well as the Mr’s company made it such a nice place to be at. =)

The Mr peering into the telescopes.

We managed to see even the names of the ocean liners harboured all the way out. You can see how far out they are in the first picture.

So then we decided that if the telescope was THAT good, we’d probably be able to look into the nearby HDB flats. Hehehehe.

Nothing interesting unfortunately.

I love this man so much. Really.

Two months seem so far away!

In the direction of Changi Airport.

Overlooking the Telok Blangah Estate.

Excuse the messy hair, it was windy up there.

A nice shot, with his bike in the background.

Two more months to go. L.O.V.E.

Catching up.

I’ve been sick these two weeks; was down with a fever last week, and now I’m battling the flu as well as a sore throat.

But yes, I’m still trudging on to the workplace everyday.

I have to give some credit though, my manager hasn’t really been on my case at all, hence cutting me some slack.

Am typing this out with Linkin Park’s New Divide in the background.

Transformers 2 was a disappointment for me and Hasni.

The Fallen was supposed to be like, REALLY BAD-ASS.

And all he got was less than 10 minutes of fight with Optimus Prime.

OEI. I HELD IN MY PEE FOR TWO AND A HALF HOURS OKAY.
That was how afraid I was, in case I missed the fight sequence.

BULLSHIT MAN.

So okay, Optimus Prime was all nicely souped up with his add-ons, and Devastator was messed up a little by the annoying twins. WHO, pissed me off with their incessant chatter.

THEY had more screen time than the Fallen. That was how crappy it was.

Transformers 2 was merely a vessel for the airhead Megan Fox, who, after achieving worldwide recognition for her beauty, has gone on to make several bimbotic comments about herself.

The poor man’s Angelina Jolie.

*rolls eyes*

In the words of my testosterone-charged buddy,

“2 10-second slow-motion parts of the movie with Megan Fox running around in a tank top and bouncing her puppies made my life complete.”

WHAT THE FUCK MAN.

Wasted my $7.50 only.

Yes I spent only $7.50 because the other ticket was free, courtesy of my manager who handed me his RBS ticket.

SHEESH. I could have watched something else.

Megan Fox and her green eyes.

I just feel like digging them out.

TWO AND A HALF HOURS OF MY LIFE, WASTED!!

11th July 2009

I figured it’s about damn time I updated something on this almost-defunct blog.

Well, at least that’s what it is to me, compared to how often I used to spend maintaining my blogs, looking for stuff to upload and share and all that.

But that was before I completed my studies (spending too much time on the laptop with no deadlines is NEVER good) and before the Mr came along, obviously.

And now I reckon I’m much more active on FaceBook than on any other site. I love the real-time updates, thereby allowing myself to turn into a real-time busybody, getting information on stuff bought by friends, and their current likes.

Not that I intend to buy anything for them. More than ever, I intend to buy stuff for myself when I know it has been tried and tested by others whom I should be able to trust at least when it comes to trivial stuff like getting false eyelashes.

Although,
I have to admit..

I got extremely annoyed with the COUNTLESS shoutouts that were dedicated to Michael Jackson (MJ) for that one week between his sudden death up to his memorial, from contacts on my friend list, who felt that they were fans HUGE enough to stand up for MJ in even the most trivial of jokes.

For fuck’s sake, no one cared or even remembered him when he was alive,

and now everyone’s shedding tears and lamenting about the loss of the biggest star of our era?

Everyone has to die someday. So there.

Yes, we grew up with his songs.
And yes, we can all hum a tune or in fact, many of his tunes, without breaking into a sweat, because he was that prominent in the music scene.

But the constant outpouring of grief?
Enough to spark a war of words among fellow friends who decided to comment on the topic and somehow or rather, treaded on the wrong toes?

MJ does not even know who you are, so shut up and stop being a fucking hypocrite already.

There, I got it off my chest.

And now for the critics on the news.

The guy couldn’t even get a break even when he decided to go out with a bang.

When he died,
reporters had a field day covering on how his father, the infamous Joe Jackson, reacted,
on how the kid involved in the ‘93 molest case against MJ finally admitted that he lied (conveniently after MJ died),
on how his daughter should not have given that emotional goodbye speech,
and the start of the messy custody battle between gold-digger Debbie Rowe and the Jacksons.

His daughter gave a goodbye speech and psychiatrists around the world went on to give their unwanted two cents worth on how it would affect her mental and emotional state.

For crying out loud,
1) it’s already been done
2) the kid has just lost her father, she’s entitled to do anything she wants when it comes to saying goodbye.

I wonder, do these psychiatrists have a foolproof plan to raise a child? Do THEY have perfect families?
Might as well wrap babies in freaking bubble wrap from Day One, yeah?

Sheesh.

Now that it’s all been dusted off my mind,

let’s focus on ME.

My wedding.

THREE months exactly from this very date.

Wedding invitations have been printed.
Wedding gowns have been picked.
Gifts are still being bought.

Which is pure hell for me.
Having to get stuff and putting them aside, only to be opened in October, is equivalent to being crucified in front of the masses to me.

Excruciating.

My weight has been fluctuating madly.
My love-hate relationship with pasta still exists and I have somehow given up the hope of looking as slim as any Hollywood star.

I’m not referring to Kirstie Alley though.

I doubt she still qualifies as a star, but still.

Hence, I am pinning all hopes on the last resort.

The almighty Corset.

*cue heavenly glow*

One can always dream..