Salsa!!

Having the second session of salsa tonight. Quite enjoyable though if you asked me, i would still rather prefer the edible kind... HmMMmm with nachos and cheese... yum!
As usual, there was way too many women sharing the pathetic number of men in the class. Whatmore (and that's not being overly cocky), most of the women danced far better than the men. Case in point, one of the guys actually 'danced' by remembering the steps by linking it to military marching commands. Wouldn't that be nice to see on a National day parade? A contingent of soldiers doing the salsa *oops* sorry, march pass the President on TV.

As for me, i don't think i have the flair and aptitude to do good salsa though rhythm i get, steps i remember. Still, a sight far better than 'forward 2 3 4, backward 6 7 8, Kekakan Puseng!' (at least that's what i thought he said).

Deja vu... well, thereabouts

It's a trifle bit disconcerting to be typing in your own blog and the first other website you surf had the name of your blog, as a title to their blog.

Not that there's any relation.
Just something that jumps out once in a while.
I guess in this instance it must be only me (darn! the voices in my head!) who even find the name Madness Monologues vaguely familiar.

3 year-old husky male to give away

Found this friendly and affectionate husky named wiggy at the pet shop near where i worked yesterday whose owner wanted to give him away. Originally the owner wanted to put him to sleep because they are moving to a condo and wiggy needs a compound to roam in.

So anyone interested please let me know?
Preferably someone who has an outdoor area and no other big-sized male dog. Wiggy is quite territorial but is very good with smaller dogs (saw him playing with pet shop's jack russell) and also cats. Doesn't bite but may want to intimidate larger dogs (male ego thing).

Really very very cute. Would love to have him if i don't already have a possessive Rottweiler!

It is Official!

Half my stress burden is gone!!!!!
Well, in terms of work and reports that is.
And i am now free!
Free as a bird!
FREE!

.. to perhaps concentrate on the other half of my stress burden.

Can i elope? Please?

Am bl**dy confused with all this supposably essential wedding prep and it is driving me (& him) quite nuts.

So.

Anyone been to a wedding at beaufort before?
Nice or not?
No one seems to be answering that question for me at the *god help me* *whisper* bridal forum *gasp gasp*...

This is nuts.
Couples shouldn't be ALLOWED to go through all this madness just to be together.
It should be outlawed!

And did i mention the issue about parents and number of guests and bridal gown and videographers and photographers and whatnots and whatnotsnots? I am probably just in denial, unwilling to confront the *cough* issues and who can blame me? I blame the accursed society who invented the whole wedding fiasco and brain-washing everyone (esp parents) on what needs to be done, should be done, have to be done.

Seriously, can i elope?

It is nice for friends to offer to help but frankly, if only i know what i need help in. They should come up with a wedding/marriage manual, to be taught right from the time i was borned.

But i think it's only me. Everyone else seems to be enjoying the preparation. Would you believe that brides in 2006 have already started? And those in 2005 already got their wedding venues? What's this? A society of super women whose major is logistic exist in singapore? Why wasn't i a part of this superior race? Instead people look at me funny because i don't have a actual day planned, a bridal salon lined up, a photographer on hold for the photo shoot and a videographer standing by.

I feel inadequate.
That shouldn't be allowed too. *snort*

So i am trying and trying to get it together with his help. And it seems like our dream of what our wedding will be like gets further and further away from us as we jump into the whole wedding prep loop, along with the other rats. The worse thing is, i am not sure i like morphing into this "get-a-whole-wedding-coordinated" super woman-freak and pulling him along with me.

But i AM stressed not having anything done. And it is going to be Nov soon! And the wedding is Nov 05! See? I can't believe i am saying that and freaking out when i still have a year! But that's typical! That's life! That's Singapore! (see how excited i am?! Count the exclamation marks!!!!!!)

*take deep breath*
Seriously... Why shouldn't i elope?

Lists

Things i do to keep myself sane:

1) Play with the cat

2) Drive to nearest petrol kiosk in the middle of the night and devour a large packet of ruffles potato chips (original)

3) Impulse-shopping at the very same petrol kiosk. Include items like 1 tub of b&j ice cream (which would be promptly forgotten and left in the freezer till its time to be defrosted), 2 cans of tuna, 2 tubes of cling wrap (shrug), cherry tomatos, one vegetable puff which i originally thought was tuna, 1 box of tic-tacs, aluminium foil (add to the two which i already had at home, in preparation of a bbq that would never materialize) and car seat leather cleaner.

Perhaps i really ought to have said, things i do to keep myself in-sane...

Let me start again,
1) Play with the cat (this time sleep on his tummy till he whimpers and surrenders)
2) Stare vacantly at the sliding door while leaving the tv on and clutching a book
3) Allow my other self to talk and scare the weebie jeebies out of him
4) Act on impulse and drive to Bt Panjang to pick up someone for supper across the island in the middle of the night
5) Bite my bolster. Hard.
6) Make crazy faces behind people's backs at work
7) Entertain colleagues by acting strange during dinners
8) Refusing to blog

That said, perhaps i am getting better.

9) Watch tv till 3am in the morning. On a school night.
10) Ignore deadlines and in a moment of hyperactivity, finished my reports
11) Bite my pillow.
12) Act pre-menstrual.

I could BE pre-menstrual.

13) Entertain erractive thoughts.
14) Teach the cat to salsa.
15) Drink tea, A LOT.
16) Make faces at the mirror.
17) Pretend i don't have friends then proceed to go out with as many people as i can find.
18) Eat sushi, A LOT too.
19) Fantasize about ramens.
20) Pretend to be a human sausage roll.

Whatever works.

Not having your choice...

Last night, me and him had dinner at the food court at Bugis Junction after our appointment with the consultant from Shangri-la. Nothing very eventful but... i am really dying to have some ramen. Along the way to Bugis, something got into my head that i would like to have ramen and i guess the idea stuck. He was okie with it, but once we got there, he mentioned eating at the food court instead. I guess i ought to have insisted to have ramen but decided that i wasn't going to 'be difficult' since it was only food. When i was at the food court, i couldn't really decide what i wanted because there wasn't really anything that i wanted from there at all. Still, i had to make a choice and picked yong tau hu. Throughout dinner, while eating yong tau hu, i kept thinking about ramen.

Hot soupy ramen.

Yong tau hu never tasted worse but it 'felt' even more miserable because i could actually be eating ramen instead. In the end, i finished my yong tau hu, a most unsatisfying meal. So much so that i impulsively went to buy an old chang kee curry puff to try and meet that need for satisfaction, despite the fact that i was having a sorethroat. As it turned out, i couldn't even finish the curry puff (though it tasted better) and now my throat seems to be worse.

Not a very interesting story but... while chewing my curry puff a rather interesting analogy came to mind. I realized how much marriage can be like that if we don't follow our hearts when choosing a partner. I could marry someone I never really wanted (i.e. Mr Yong Tau Hu) and have a really miserable marriage because i would keep thinking of Mr Ramen. And to satisfy my needs, started to have an affair with Mr Curry Puff but lived to regret it later, leaving me to wish that I had insisted on marrying Mr Ramen in the first place.

So the moral of the story, if you could call it that is... If i have insisted on what i really wanted instead of going along with what others' wanted, i would not be sitting here typing this, while nursing a sorethroat. But then, thankfully i have defintely picked the right guy for marriage.I just need to work on the choosing where to eat bit. *grins*

Life can't just be time punctuated by events.

Away and back again...

Penang had nice food...
It's a pity that i didn't get to taste it.

Really wanted a break but i think i need a break to recuperate from the break. I guess i should have known it wasn't going to be a typical 'break' when i am travelling with, on one hand, him (aka the SO) and on the other, my mother. Actually, it wasn't too bad since they hit off pretty well but everything else was horrid. For me, at least.

First off, the flight was supposed to take off at 6.15pm but after spending 2 hours on the plane ON the runway, it had to taxi back to the holding area for us to change to another flight due to some problems. But like my optimistic mom said, "Better for plane to spoil while on the ground than up in the air". Finally reached Penang and checked into the hotel around midnight, starving because we only had sandwiches served while we waited on the runway. The hotel was way below expectation, the only consolation being the showerhead works and so did the TV. Woke up next morning feeling pretty sick and had slight fever. Ate medication but may have an allergic reaction to it (it was that or the prawns from lunch) because by 2pm my eye puffed up and i turned red. Good thing i had my kebaya measurements taken in early morning when i was still feeling pretty okie by mom's friend who is a well-known kebaya tailor in penang. Very pretty nonya kebayas that were fully hand-embroidered and took 2 weeks to make.

By afternoon, stopped medication and took just panadol instead. Took a 1 1/2 hour car ride to Alor Star to attend her friend's in-laws' 50th wedding anniversary. Spent the car ride sleeping and woke up giddy. Dinner was a lavish 80 tables affair with possibly the whole chinese community from kedah attending. Couldn't eat much because threw up after the 3rd dish was served. It was an nostalgic 80s experience, full of getai singers and cheesy dancers in hot mini shorts blasting their lungs out singing chinese, cantonese, hokkien and the occasional techno britney-spears' not-so-latest hits. The SO was properly impressed and intrigued, being new to this type of ostentatious "village" affair but for me, it was nice to be a good ole malaysian girl again, if only i was healthy enough to enjoy it. Pity... heard the food was really good too.

Next day didn't fare much better though the fever subsided but couldn't eat much still. Watched the SO and mom wolf down penang laksa, popiah, dimsum, char kuey tiao, ice kachang, goreng yam/sweet potato/green bean cakes, lao ba, etc etc WOULD have been painful, if i was less dazed and nauseous. Managed to exert some energy when i visited the bridal tailor introduced by an old friend. Very nice workmanship and design. Had to keep mentally alert while there but brain collapsed once i came out again. The SO predicted correctly that i would do exact just that. I knew there was a reason why i am going to marry him... hmmm...

Bought tons of tau sar piah and beh teh soh, famous local produces from penang. Attempted a little bit of sight-seeing but body not really into it, so did not register much. The SO took a bit of pictures though, but i have a feeling most of it would be food related. Wish i could remember more. Ah well. Gave up by late afternoon and took the earlier flight back to Singapore, feeling like i shouldn't have left at all.

Didn't i say i needed a break?

Happy Children's Day and I'm off to...

Penang!!
WOohOoo..

I am always so thankful for all the lil 'extra' holidays we get working in a school... like youth day, teacher's day, children's day. So lucky me... a long weekend ahead and i am off to penang tomorrow with my mom and dearest mm to attend a dinner and just chill out.

Have tons of work still left piling... oh well.. what the heck... i need a break.