September 26, 2010

Softimental

Class95's Soft Rock weekends. I believe I have blogged on this a couple years ago. I'm doing it again.

The weekend of just pure soft rock music brings me back to the time when I was pretty fresh out of uni, pretty new to the idea of employment and things, seriously, seemed much simpler. We are talking about that time of youth, indulged with Saturday nights spent at Fat Frog, chilling out with Peach Cooler (and chamomile tea for the wonderful companion) and really finger-licking good chicken wings. We are talking about sitting on plastic (occasionally-flimsy) chairs, crossing our legs on the chairs, clad in casual tee and shorts, listening to music - Darren strumming and Nuris singing.

There is a certain kind of contentment there. There still is, for me, a kind of contentment just knowing that there was such a time. Not that I'm not contented with my life and its occurences now. But, it's a different kind, a simpler kind of contentment then.

Soft rock also brings my thoughts to Kay. Perhaps cos we did spend a few such weekends, just reading on my bed and really just enjoying the things we like - music and books. Well, she preferred comics. The lazy Sundays of such. Yes, the nostalgia extends there too, but not as much as the earlier.

Some people have remained out of reach, some people have yet to cross our paths, some people have gone past just leaving their trail on our facebook. It is our blessing that you and I, we still remain a comforting scenery in each other's path, sharing some reminiscence when the mood, or the music, takes us.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 22:11

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September 23, 2010

one of those conversations...

em: Sorry, I took so long to call you.
me: It's ok... What were you doing?
em: Huh, epilating my nose hair.
me: *lol*

me: Darling, I've never heard of people epilating their nose hair.
em: Why not?
me: 'Cos it means, to pluck out completely...
em: Which I did... I used my finger to pull out... 2 or 3 (nose hairs) until I cried.
me: *lol*

em: You know, sometimes the nose hair is so long...
me: Well, thankfully, I've never had that problem before.
em: I always have. I don't know why my nose hair grows so fast... and long. It's like, when you breathe, you can feel it tickling...
me: *lol* This is so funny! Can I document this on my blog?
em: Ok lor, you call me back later then.

hahaha.. I hope my silly boyfriend is not epilating more of his nose hairs as I type this. The perfect Christmas present for this year? A nose hair trimmer.

Yes, darling, there is such a thing.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 23:25

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September 10, 2010

So, after that.

This is what the (almost) 30 year-old woman did.

She started talking to her dogs at home and fed them. She took a warm shower and changed into casual. She took a bus to the town centre, jumped the queue at a Japanese restaurant by accepting a counter-seat, and had $12 worth of sushi. During that time, gazing meaninglessly into the backs of sushi chefs preparing sushi made-to-order and slabs of raw fish. She decided that she was not hungry anymore, but neither was she full. She thought she would go try out the new ice-cream kiosk in the same mall. She sampled 4 flavours - Honey Lavender, Seasalt Caramel, Almond Longan and Earl Grey - before deciding on just one scoop of Honey Lavender. She walked one bus-stop distance while savouring her ice-cream. Then, she stopped at a playground and sat at a bench, looking at two girls play, still spooning lavender-scented ice-cream into her mouth. By then, she had lost the constipated feeling and almost, the moodiness. She texted her best friend, her occasional bitch buddy. By then, she's almost 'nursed' her moodiness back to normal. Entertained and distracted, all by herself, and all on her own expenses, too!

All this while, the boyfriend just stayed away and tried not to add fuel to a dousing fire.

It is my belief that the boyfriend got a pretty darn good deal by having such a woman for his girlfriend. No need for flowers, no chocolates, no expensive jewellery, not even nothing.

The best thing? The 30 year-old woman has always been someone who gets distracted rather easily and hence, forgets rather easily too. Much to the advantage of her boyfriend. That, again, is just my opinion.

Yes, the 30 year-old woman has also always been opinionated.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 00:03

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September 09, 2010

3 tens is thirty

I'm turning three-0 soon.

An acquaintance who has the same birthday commented on her own fb that she couldn't believe it and she didn't sound like it's something that she wanted to believe.

Well, I do. I do very much believe that I'm going to be thirty soon. In fact, somehow, I feel 'ready' for it, if there ever is a need to feel ready for being a certain age. But you know, around me, many friends go into secrecy mode when asked about their age. Me? I just say that I'm thirty this year, starting from like... March, when I was still 29.5 years old. I'm thirty lor, so... what's the big deal?

If three-o comes with a stable, even established career, a hubby, kids of your own and HDB flat to finance, then I'm not the typical thirty. Well, except for the HDB flat, which I co-own with my parents and not my hubby, who is non-existent, btw.

At some point in time, I figured that passing birthdays is just a matter of passing days. Nevertheless, I was perhaps a little excited to meet the 3 tens. I even planned a little treat for my family and Em. Maybe I was just getting bored of my age beginning with '2'. '3' sounds like a good start. OR not. Who cares! It sounds like good reason for a hi-tea buffet anyway!

Yet, the real spoiler has to be my boyfriend. 'Cos my mind is swimming with some puzzling things he said and then, reinforced by unhelpful things he said to explain the earlier puzzling things he said.

So, instead of seriously looking forward to the long weekend and my birthday right in the mid of the long weekend, I am feeling rather confused and bothered and constipated and moody. Argh! Damn.

This is the time when I feel like having one of those huge inflatable hammers and just hammer onto his head. But, guess what? That would only invite a new row where he thinks I'm being unreasonable and crazy and evil-possessed.

Just think, how many, many arguments and conflicts could be resolved (or at least, put to rest) if only everyone has a better sense of humour, or a more extendable limit of it!

This is the time when I start babbling on my blog cos I just don't know what else to do to distract myself and I'm hungry (again!) and feeling emotionally constipated and wanting very much to point the accusing finger towards the boyfriend but am trying not to (well, at least not all five fingers).

Drats, what would a 30 year old women do?

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 18:48

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September 05, 2010

one of those conversations...

YY: Hey, Bro! Heard you are doing well, right? Lots of (property) listings?
Agt: No lah, where... You are doing better lah...
YY: Ya, by the way, I got a listing... (in) Istana. COV negotiable. Interested?
Agt: haha...
me: But Indians cannot buy. Quota filled.

me: You know, politicians... a lot of politicians are top masters or top class in Economics.
em: Ya... of course. Then, you will have more things, can say things that are convincing to the people.
me: True... So, when are you going to join a party, or start a party?
em: Ya, called what?
me: Call it the 'Sarong Party' lor.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 16:43

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