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February 28 I'm WatchingStill on the topic of children on escalators, Hubs was relating to me on how a parent accidentally lost grip of her young toddler on an escalator and how the toddler was literally 'sucked' up into the steps. GASP! This happened in Malaysia.
Hubs said the mother was carrying the child and children being children, they moved around alot and she lost her grip and the child tumbled down and its was 'sucked' (I do not know a better word to describe this - TERSEPIT is the Malay word) into one of the escalator steps.
Hubs said to me: Dgn budak2 tak boleh main pat escalator (With chidlren, there's no hanky panky on the escalator). You have to watch them closely.
I nodded.
Hubs continued: We have to be extra careful with them sicne they are so young... maybe until they turned older, like 7 like that....
I looked at him incredulously and replied: You kidding? I'll still be watching them very closely even when they turn 17! Especially when they turned 17!!
Oh, how the fear of parenthood grips my heart in knowing what the future and societal demands have upon my offspring! CROC anyone?The othe day, Hubs was relating a couple of incidents that I believe, from my observations of the people in Singapore (parents to be specific), would grip any parent with horror.
I believe it was reported pretty recently on how a very young child who was 'sucked' into an escalator and had to have its toe removed. Interestingly, the child was wearing, I believe, a pair of shoes that were very similar to the famous CROC sandal (see picture). A few months on, another child received the same fate in another shopping mall. Not surprisingly, I believe the child was wearing a similar footwear.
I shuddered when I heard Hubs' reports. I did not exactly read those articles myself and what I am relating is just hearsay. But according to Hubs, both child were wearing the same plastic footwear. The victims were very young, as young as my own children and I feel for their families. According to Hubs, the heat from the escalator will cause the front of the footwear to melt and pulled it to the edge, causing the young wearer to be pulled along when on the escalator. And knowing how children seem to think that the escalators are playgrounds, this could be highly dangerous.
Both Hubs and I have never been attracted to that footwear. A pair of plastic on your feet appears to be very hot and uncomfortable, especially with all toes covered up. Now, rip offs of the original product are being sold at a ridiculous price of as low as $2 per pair. Now, that's very appealing especially it seems that almost every other person in SG is showing off the trademark on their feet.
I told Hubs about this and said: These ought to be banned, in the highlight of the recent incidents.
Hubs said: Nah, I think the 'pirated' versions are the ones that are dangerous.
I do not know if this is true but I prefer that we, parents, to take precaution. Do you have pair for your kids? Are these originals? Do look around and stop this, or at least be EXTRA careful when bringing children wearing these footwears up and down the escalators.
If really the theory is accurate, the $2 is definitely not worth it. It's Still UP!Last night, Ibu Ros reminded me of a certain site that I built for her donkey years ago.
I told her, sorry, the site does not exist anymore, as I have closed down my domain, JINZ.COM, last year. But Ibu Ros kept on insisting that the site was still up, as her students have been making references to it now and then.
I was puzzed. As far as I know, I've shut the site down and the only site remotely relating to my design career was my own Starhub site, which was hmm.. nothing to speak of.
Thus, a minute ago, I ran a Google on Ibu Ros' site - Secoret Tinta. And HEY PRESTO! the site's still up and running! I checked back on the source page and yup, my site is still running. Of coz the main page, JIN.COM, is down but apparently the subsequent pages are still up in cyberspace.
Free publicity for a deferred business?
So, what are you waiting for? Check out these links before the host discovers the flaw and remove it all together!
BREW
Zeezone Productions Secoret Tinta
Secret's OutThis happened this morning, when I send the boys to school.
Me and Hubs walked over from Pau2's class to Imin's, where he's sitting down like a good boy he has always been. Then, his teacher walked from behind us (me and Hubs) and the following occurred:-
(Teacher turned to me and asked:)
TEACHER Is your birthday (mentioned date here)?
ME (Mouth agape, no sound come out. Please be aware that my birthday is JUST round the corner)
HUBS Yes!
(Imin was smiling sheepishly.)
TEACHER Imin has been telling us - My MUMMY BIRTHDAY IS (mentioned date). IT'S COMING CLOSER (his slang for GETTING CLOSER).
ME (Found my toungue) IMIN! Do you tell all your teachers and friends that?
(Imin flashed me one of his cutest smile available.)
ME (Face deep crimson) Ok, ok.. you can now announce it to the school later!
(Hubs, Teacher and me laughed while Imin continued with his silly grin)
Now, I bet the teacher has asked him how young I am. Hmm... February 27 Photos Galore!As you can see, I've just uploaded some pictures up.
Now, as you are very aware, some PEOPLE are very hmm.. 'ON' about their pictures. They will upload and put up pictures here there everywhere and will show them off shamelessly. I know of at least one person whom I unfortunately have to see (and hear the voice) 5 days a week, 8 hours each day. Only a thick skinnner would call themselves ADMIRE. Sigh ... unless you are positioned where I am being positioned during those hours, you wouldn't know the 'torture' I have to go through (hint: rem LMVP?)
Anyways, I've only put up a selected few (except for BOYS OF JOY, which naturally, the number will increase from time to time, documenting the boys in their finest moments) though where they come from, naturally there's plenty more. But I always believe LESS is more and the less you show, you will whet the user's desire and maintain the mysterious-ness. Something like that lah.
So enjoy, I'll be adding now and then, but definitely not here and everywhere!
*This is also upon request by certain parties who wail and demand for me to pass over the pictures. Since you can't get it, or have not gotten it yet, here's your chance to at least view. Baked Rice Makes Me GrowlPhew! I'm done. Within less than an hour, I am done with the survey. Sent a message to my RO. Sent the PDF file to her. She needed it by 1.30pm. Yee-ha..
Now, I'm hungry. I suddenly remembered the baked rice at Delifrance. Should I go lunch @ Compass Point? Tuck into hot beef stragnoff? Should I?
Malas lah nak bersiap, tapi perut keroncong.
How now, brown cow? Wet LahThis morning, 925am, I went jogging. A cool period uninterrupted jog with earphones stuck in ears. Anuar Zain, Awi, Alica Keys and Sarah Mclaughan were blaring away. I was focused. My mind raced in many various directions. I think about work, life, Hubs, boys, this weekend, my upcoming birthday bla bla.. when suddenly..
It poured!
After about 15mins, I treaded back to where I came from. Anyways, I was out of breathe. And wet. Showered. Cool. Sat at the computer. Here I am now.
I realise I am still tired. My heart is still racing.
Ok, now on to that survey design job... February 26 What if ..?LOCATION NEL MRT, on the way to Hougang MRT. DAY Sunday, 25 Feb 2007, 12.45pm SCENARIO Hubs, Imin, Pau2 and me are sitting inside. Boys are looking out through the dark window. ……………………………………………………………………………….. HUBS: Abang, Ayah will not get down here ok? IMIN: (Face starts to cram, voice falters) NO! Nanti Imin don’t have Ayah. ME: It’s ok. Ibu will get you NEW AYAH. IMIN: (Voice cracking, on the verge of tears) NO! Nanti New Ayah don’t know how to fix Lego for Imin. He is so darn cute! Nowadays, he’s very sensitive for a four-year-old. Each time, when either I or Hubs threatened to go away for good, he will cling on and will start to shed tears. Bridge of Hope, 24 Feb 07Last Saturday, 24 Feb, Hubs and myself went to a post-marriage workshop called TITIAN HARAPAN or ‘Bridge of Hope’,organized by the good people of PPIS Jurong Family Service Centre.
Now, I know, most questions in people’s mind are – do Hubs and I really need this? Are we not a happily married couple?
I like to view marriage as this: it is long term (for eternity, may I add?) and it is a relationship. As we all know, relationships of any sorts need reviewing, appraisals and contemplation. Likewise, or maybe even more so, marriage is something that a couple has to work hard to attain. There are marriages and there are marriages. Being the educated person I am (and so is Hubs), I understand that marriage is something that needs to work upon constantly – it is like a machine, a machine that is to endure long term service and therefore requires constant servicing, especially in this demanding society. I AM happy with my marriage, but I aim to seek the BEST out of it. If I can improve on my marriage, why not?
(I told my Mum about this workshop – Mum is 60s and come from another era – and she looked at me and said: TAPI, KAU KAN DAH KAWIN (But, you are already married) – meaning why should you go to these workshops and that to have gotten married is the end of it. Hmm.. how the previous generation has gapped so wide from ours.) Hubs and I come from very different backgrounds – we are so different that when friends found out that we were dating back in the 90s, some predicted that it was short lived. I mean, come on, a GEEK and an ARTY FARTY? Good thing is, Hubs and I understand these differences and acknowledge and respect them. Best thing, we both share the same belief (in religion) and aim to achieve the same mission and vision in our marriage.
Anyways, coming back to the workshop, it was a Saturday afternoon, from 2pm to 6pm, at Bedok Library. It was actually Ibu Ros who saw the poster when she visited the library a few days earlier and urged me to attend. Of course, she would love to take care of the boys during those hours. I passed it on to Hubs and he said: OK.
No better way to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon then to rekindle thy marriage.
We came and Hubs being the punctual geek he is, arrived right on the dot. And in typical Malay fashion, no one else had arrived, though the room had been set up and the organizers were busy moving around. We were made welcome and were even given a free gift for being an early bird. Ms Rohaya, who handled the registration, looked oddly familiar – seemed to me that I had seen here somewhere – but where, I cannot fathom till this day.
We sat and sat and waited and waited. Fifteen minutes past 2, another couple walked in. Few minutes later, another couple stride in. We knew there should be at least 8 couples. By 2.30, only 5 couples were present but hey, show must go on, right? The speaker, I could not catch the name but according to the publicity poster, he was Ustaz Hasanudin Mohd Yunus. He was from Malaysia and was educated all around the world. He was absolutely brilliant, humorous and sharp. We enjoyed his sessions thoroughly.
Me and Hubs looked around. We were NOT the youngest nor the oldest looking couple around. There’s one couple that Hubs said must be newly weds. The couple were small sized and pleasant looking. I agreed.
When the Ustaz asked around for the number of marriage years, it turned out that we were wrong! Seemed that ours was the ‘youngest’ at 5 years. The small sized couple had been married for nine years! Another had been married for 11 years and one at 6 years. When the attendance was almost full (7 couples of out 8 came), there were some 2 years and one year.
Coming back, in typical Malay fashion, 2 other couples walked in at least 2 hours LATE!
Anyways, the workshop was fun. There were couple-activities and critic sessions. The tea break was alright. Lots of food. There were even child minders for couples who brought their children along.
And the climax of the workshop was this: At the last couple activity, the wives were separated from the husbands and we were to make love frames for each other, with the materials given by the organizers. After the husbands were done with theirs, they were ushered out from the room. Now, the workshop was conducted at the Programme Zone, and if you have been to the Bedok Library, you will know that the Zone is located on the ground floor, with see-through glass walls. Anyone, even from the street, has a full view of the happenings of the room, if he is so interested to peep in. Ok, coming back. The wives were asked to arrange the chairs to one side of the room, just in front of a big screen but we were to sit NOT facing it. Now the song PERTAMA, by this group KOPRATASA, something about wives, which I never like anyway, was being played with the lyrics being splashed on the screen behind us.
A few minutes later, the husbands were ushered in and were made to stand in front of their partner, in front of the screen. One hand was holding the love frame and the other was empty. All these while, the song was being played, obviously in a loop mode. It was never ending.
Then with a prompt by the Ustaz, all the husbands started singing to the lyrics of the song! LOUDLY with gestures to the wives! And all of the wives were giggling and laughing and blushing – yours sincerely included.
Never, never in my 10 years with Hubs, he has EVER sung for me. And IN PUBLIC!!
Many people, including those from the street, peered in and watched the drama. I am very sure the Zone was sound proof. Perhaps, it was the gestures of the husbands to the wives that made onlookers interested. And I knew very well Hubs was so taken by this activity that he didn’t notice!
Towards the end of the song, the Ustaz grabbed a paperbag full of roses and handed one stalk to each husband. Each husband then walked up to the wife, knelt down and handed over the love frame and the rose.
WAHH!! So romantic! I was already in stitches and my face was deep crimson when Hubs came over and knelt down. But I thoroughly enjoyed it. Ok, ok. No point if I were to relate all these but NOT tell you what I learn. Knowledge is about sharing, no? Here’s the gist:-
Ok, that’s all for now, from the workshop. Do check out their site http://www.titianharapan.blogspot.com/ for further updates. I hear they are having these workshops all over the island. Who knows, they might come to a library near you.
And oh, did I mention? The workshop is FREE.
And I came back home with a free gift (something useful from IKEA, no less), a rose, a throw pillow, a full stomach, a determination to make my marriage better than it is already and a rekindled love for the man I call my HUSBAND.
Before I go, here’s the lyrics to PERTAMA (I do not like this song, I never like Kopratasa, I think they are crap but whenever I hear this song again, I would always remember Hubs singing it to me and kneeling before me with a rose in his hand. Aww…)
Telah ku siapkan February 23 Read (IN), 4-Wheeler (OUT)So, what do you do on a long bus ride? I'm not talking about bus rides aka coaches to the other states, but simply a BUS ride to anywhere here in Singapore. Or even MRT rides. I wil not say TAXI rides because I always keep my eyes OPEN on the road whenever I am in a taxi - in case I am being taken for a joyride.
So, coming back - WHAT do you do?
Myself, I will go mad if I do not have a book with me, or any reading materials. There are times when I would just buy the Straits Times, just to read in the bus or MRT. I cannot be sitting down and NOT take my mind off any distance of jouney. That's me.
I've just finished reading John Grisham's TIME TO KILL - which would be my 3rd time reading it. I've just started on THE LAST JUROR (same author).
Yesterday, on bus no 854, I just finished the later book. I was bored. I plugged in my earphones and listened to the radio. But the rumbling of the bus was too loud, I switched on to my MP3. I gazed out of the window. I began to get listless and my mind started to wonder aimlessly.
How time is wasted just like that!
For those who have any ideas on WHAT ELSE to do on a journey, please let me know.
*Ever since I got my driving license, Hubs has been hinting on getting a four wheeler. Gosh, it is totally UNNECESSARY! We already have Ibu Ros' Suzuki to ferry the boys each day from the sitter. Why would we need another one? Sheesh.. I am really not into anything unnecessary. My reply to him: SOALNYA, TIDAK PERLU* Hubs pretend not to hear and began chanting to himelf: Chevrolet's AVEO, Hyundai's JAZZ bla bla
*SOALNYA, TIDAK PERLU = POINT IS, IT IS NOT NEEDED.
But of course, you would know my real fear. If we get a car, if I am driving, when will I ever get to read?!
February 15 So.. the BIG question is..WHAT DO I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY? Seriously? Nothing. I think I have almost about everything materialistic that I ever need. Anything more, it would be considered as a luxury, and I do not need that. Really.. nothing. I don’t think I need anything. I have all that I ever want. Nothing. *However, I did hint hint to (you-know-who-you-are) that I want Corrine Rae Bailey CD PUT THE RECORDS ON. And this is only because I wouldn’t buy it with my own money but wouldn’t mind having it if someone pays for it. Ha ha! The Man from 1992Do you have any idea on how small this world is? In 1992, when I was working as a receptionist in an animation house, I received a Selamat Hari Raya greeting card. The words inside are as follows (I still keep the card):- To (my name) We only met once (Sender’s name) Ha ha! I was in my early twenties and believe it or not, yes I did turn a few heads in my heyday (this was before I realize the TRUTH and the BEAUTY OF THE TUDUNG). Back then, there’s no such thing as emails or sms or handphones. How we communicated? By FAX!! Ha ha.. To cut the story short, it was actually from a young male who came by my office to sell some office equipments. As I was the receptionist, I had to ‘entertain’ him and his useless sales talk. Obviously I could not recall who he was until the card came. We made contact and met for lunch one day. He drove a car. I couldn’t recall what make and plate but I remembered it was white. He was waiting for me by the road – my office was at North Bridge Road, the main road. We had lunch – where I could not recall. Seriously, I could not recall anything from that meeting. No impact. To me, it was just convenient that he wanted to buy me lunch and yes, it was lunch time and I needed to eat anyway. Besides, those days, I was not looking for anything PERMANENT, so as to speak. To me, he was just ANOTHER person with whom I had lunch with. After that lunch, he called again and wanting to meet up again. I remembered that and how I turned him down. I can’t recall why I did that though, but I remembered at that time, I was just having fun, making friends while finding my purpose in life (Hubs would come to my life 4 years later). Soon, the calls stopped. I barely noticed. Fast forward to 2004. I was involved in a cybergroup specifically for mothers. I got to know a few mothers and it was great fun. Came to know this one nice lady. She dabbled a bit in design and so often asked me for help. She’s very nice. One day, she passed me the URL of her website (back then, personal websites were the rage). I surfed aimlessly .. until I came across the part about her family. There, a family portrait. I looked hard. I blinked. I squinted. I looked harder. WHAM!!! Yes, it was HIM. Ha ha what a small world. I had a good laugh. Since then, I’ve told the story to Hubs and even showed him the card. I am still in contact with the wife and our relationship is cordial and friendly. I’ve never told her though that her husband once had lunch with me (I assume this was before he met her). Do you think I should? Transformation of SortsThis morning, I woke up with a resolution to make good of my day. I started my day with a 30min jog and 10min crunches. OUCH OUCH. Aching, but I felt good. I ran with earphones in my ear, momentarily transported to another world by Evanescence. Loved it when my MP3 started with WAKE ME UP INSIDE. All drenched, I took a walk around the Shop and Save supermarket. What a misnomer! Things are twice as expensive from those at NTUC and service is always.. ALWAYS .. terribly slow. Anyways, earlier today, there was a crowd. CNY is just round the corner and I assume people are stocking up for the long weekend. On the way home, Hubs called. I was surprised. He hardly calls. Really. He asked me out for a date on my birthday. Ha ha! Too late, I’ve made plans with Ibu Ros. We are having high tea at Carousel (check out the pic). Yum Yum. Hubs was saying: CANNOT LAH LIKE THAT. I said: TOO LATE. Hubs’ like that, you see. Sure, he’s a very responsible husband and a great father but when it comes to matters like this, he’s a hopeless romantic! Just because I am his wife, he thinks he can delay in making plans with me the day I turn a year older (why celebrate to usher in white hairs? I wonder). As much as I love Hubs to bits and pieces, we differ in our taste. Where he comes from, even birthdays are no big deal. Where I come from, we usually take pains in making the day special. I’ve known Hubs for 10 years now and I’ve accepted him as he is, warts and traits and all. I am not complaining. But seriously, even when Hubs suggested going to Carousel or Straits Kitchen, I’d rather stay home and read a book. Of course, it is a different story going out with Ibu Ros to these places. Ibu Ros and I do not mind spending a bit more on such occasions. And though I know Hubs would think nothing of spending on my birthday, deep down, knowing where he comes from, I do not feel at ease with him having to splurge on me like that, even on my birthday. We hawed and hewed for a while, and I persisted that there’s no need for him to take time off work on my birthday (it’s a weekday). I am alright with spending the morning on my own and will only be meeting Ibu Ros for high tea at around 3pm. At night, perhaps we could put the boys under Ibu Ros’ care and go off on our own to paint the town red. Then he came to the subject of our anniversary. For the record, my birthday and anniversary (it will be our 5th) fall in the same month of the year – one at the beginning and the other towards the end. He said he would like to bring me out to the Carousel on that day. I said that would mean I would have to take time off work and could I possibly do that since I will just have started work? Hubs sulked. Opps. I said no promises, but I will try. Thing is, we’ve never really taken our anniversary for real. I mean, sure, the day comes and the most we will do is to greet and wish each other. Maybe share a peck on a cheek or two. After the boys emerge in our lives, anniversaries are not really a big deal. And now Hubs wants to make an event out of it. Ho ho.. what’s happened? Has the Geek change into a Romantic? Stay tuned. *Check out the place where I will be high tea-ing with Ibu Ros on my birthday: http://www.royalplaza.com.sg/carousel.php *Pau2 has been running a fever since Sunday. Runny nose, watery eyes.. poor boy. I’ll be bringing him to see a doctor tonight. February 14 14 Feb - What a Day Part IIToday is one of those days. Where I simply cannot function. What a day. A total waste. From 10am till 5pm. Nothing done. Nothing accomplished. I am so miserable. What a total failure I am.
14 Feb - What a Day Part IToday is what popularly known as Valentine's Day. A day for lovers.
Pau2 is still feverish, so he can’t go to school. He has missed school for 3 days now. I hope he gets better soon. My poor baby. Sniffing. You know what he likes to do? He likes to dig his nose and hand me over his ‘treasures’. Earlier this morning, I went down to Tamp MRT and develop a series of 4-in-1 collage. Very nice. All featuring my boys of course. So cute. Once home, I pasted them on my fridge. You should look at it! I can’t help staring at my fridge. Today, I am supposed to go over the movies files and archive them. But I do not know, I just can’t get started. Lazy? Today, I am also supposed to have my daily jog. But I don’t know, I just feel lethargic. Sigh .. today’s Valentine. Day for lovers, if you minus the religion essence from it. It is just another day. So what am I doing? Nothing. Sheesh. I am hopeless. Times like this, I hate myself. I can’t seem to be able to function. Have you ever get that? I know Ibu Ros finishes school early today but did I call her? No. Why? I do not know. Say, you know what’s misery is? I’m feeling it. Is this life? I need to talk to God. February 12 Journey to Ernie('s Tudung)QUESTION How to get those perfect triangular and pointed arc at the tip of your tudung? How to achieve that effect with just wearing a simple headband?
ANSWER Starch. Yes, ladies and gentleman, do iron your tudung with starch. When you place your tudung around the top of your head, your tudung will automatically shape itself into a perfect tri-arc. And stays in place! Next, you just need to position the mid ends at the base of your neck carefully, so that the tri-arc is symmetrical. THANKS TO Erni! Thanks for tip, babe! See how nice she wears her tudung at http://withinmyneurons.spaces.live.com/ NOTE The title JOURNEY TO ERNIE should ring a bell who those Sesame Street die-hard fans out there, like me. It is a hide-and-seek game between Big Bird and Ernie. Tune in to KIDSCENTRAL, 12.30pm - 1.30pm, Mon-Fri. Saturday @ SentosaLate evening, we decided to go Vivo City. It was a Saturday after all, the boys could sleep late.
But once we reached there, we happened to glance at one of the signs at the HarbourFront MRT station. It said SENTOSA EXPRESS - $3 per head, very affordable. And yes, that’s where we went to. It was fun! We managed to catch the last few minutes of the musical fountain. It was phenomenal! The night was breezy and cool. There were many couples and it being a Staurday, tourist dominated the place. We took the Express train to get around Sentosa and alas, the boys’ sleeping time of 8.30pm cut short the trip. Within 15 minutes of arriving in Sentosa, Imin already wanted to go home! Sunday, 11 February 2007Yesterday, 11 Feb 07, was Hub's birthday. He's two years older than me (you do the math).
I let Hubs take a power nap (he requested for 10 mins, I gave him an hour) – our jargon for getting those badly needed winks during the day. I took the boys down to the playground so as not to disturb his beauty rest. (In fact, when Imin had to move his bowels, I washed him up myself. The task belongs to Hubs, but it being his birthday, I decided to give him a rest. What a good wife I am!) Mid day, we went to Festival Market to get cakes for Hubs. There are candles at home – leftover from the boys’ past birthdays. Instead of buying a BIG cake (the smallest of which cost $17), we bought slices of cakes – 5 in all, 5 different types and flavors. A big cake, we could not finish definitely. More economical to get slices. Easier on pocket too. Since I am not working and not earning anything (my treat since it’s Hubs’ birthday). On the way back home, I called up KFC and ordered the Festive Meal $22.95. An 8-pc with an assortment of wings, nuggets and chicken pops. Plus two regular whipped potatoes. With delivery, it cost me $25. Back home, I arranged the cakes on a big plate and put candles on each one. We sang birthday song, took photos and Hubs blew the candles away. It was very simple but I could tell Hubs enjoyed it tremendously. Where he came from, birthdays are no big deals and as his birthdays have fallen on weekdays, this was the first time he celebrated it with his wife and boys ONLY. Very simple, low-key and I would even say it is CHEAP. But I could tell from the glint in his eyes that he enjoyed it. Thirty minutes later, the meal came. We sat around and devoured our lunch. What a big mess! Next, we opened the gifts. I’ve prepared 3 – one from each boy and one from me. Hubs guessed correctly what they were before the boys ripped off the wrapping papers. I was so desperate looking for something for him, I bought him two books. One, I knew he had always wanted – a book by Robert Kiyosaki and Donald Trump and the other by Dean Koontz. I knew he has stopped reading Koontz but I could not help getting the book for him. Why? Because it was titled ‘THE HUSBAND’! The third gift? That was from me. What is it? It’s a secret … Game in HeadThud! Thoot! THUD! Thuuut! DANG! DANG! Thud! Thoot! THUD! Thuuut! DANG! DANG!Thud! Thoot! THUD! Thuuut! DANG! DANG! Thud! Thoot! THUD! Thuuut! DANG! DANG! Thud! Thoot! THUD! Thuuut! DANG! DANG! Thud! Thoot! THUD! Thuuut! DANG! DANG! Thud! Thoot! THUD! Thuuut! DANG! DANG!Thud! Thoot! THUD! Thuuut! DANG! DANG! I do not know if this is something I should worry about. I have been getting daily throbbing my head since mid Jan 07. I do no know what triggers it. I’ve tried to turn round and check if I have done anything unusual, but could not locate anything. I mean, I get it when I sleep late. I get it when I turn in early lat night. I get it in the morning though more often than not, I get it in the mid day. It usually goes away after a couple of Panadol painkillers. But I have been popping it almost daily. Is this even healthly? I do not want to be dependant on paracetamol. The pain begins behind my eyes, then it would spread to one side of my head and down to my neck. Sudden movement of my head would make me flinch in pain. Sometimes, even blinking is painful. Ouch. Like today. Now. There’s a pingpong game in my head. M.I.AMissing In Action. Yes, that's what best describes my no-show in cyberspace for the past week or so.
Reason? The PC decided to take a vacation. Yes, at THIS TIME of all times. Sheesh. Each time I switched it on, it began a slow protest, which slowly but eventually and definitely progressed to a no-show at all. Extremely frustrating. The past weekend, Hubs the Geek Doc came and took a look at it. Spent less than 2hours on it and hey PRESTO! the PC’s up and running. Reason? According to Hubs, the graphics card dying, so he removed it and told me to expect the PC to run as slow as turtle when I use my all-time fav software – Photoshop. Did I tell you I am such pro in it? Did I mention, back when I was a high fledging designer, I was the Queen of Montage and Digital Art in the industry? Did I once indicate that I ever won a Prize in a prestigious national digital art competition? Did I tell you that almost a decade ago I was … ?? I watched the final season of The Apprentice last night. It’s between Sean and Lee. My heart went out to Lee, because he often thinks out of the box, very young but very unfortunate to put his trust in Lenny who often jokes at the wrong time, wrong place. Sean, on the other hand, is British, very handsome and very accomplished. Very driven, a respected motivator and one I would love to work with. But between Sean and Lee though, I vouched for Lee. He’s so young (22 as compared to Seans’ 32) and yet has proved himself to be such an accomplisher. Ok Ok, so who won? What? You mean, you missed last night’s season? Aww shame on you!! Nope, I’m not telling. Go and figure it out yourself who became Trump’s Apprentice last night. Anyways, back to the PC, last night’s Apprentice had Trump saying an advice or two, as per usual. This time, it was TAKING CREDIT FOR YOURSELF. And as humble and shy as I really am, I do not care. I am going to broadcast my past success here as and when I see fit. As far as I can see, no one is going to know about it until I tell them. And yes, you bet, from 2007 onwards, I am going to brag shamelessly about what I have achieved before. This brings to mind – wonder what will I be doing right now had I stayed put in the design industry? Probably a Creative Director of some advertising firm or design house. An office of my own. Spearheading the most successful campaign of all times. Rubbing shoulders with like minded crazy peers. Brainstorming with the best of the best. On the edge all the time. Speaking the design jargon. Thinking differently. Dressing differently. You know, the works. Arty farty. And if I am not married with kids and have lost the drive to be in the most driven career of all careers? I’d pursue my interest in English and writing. Take up English studies, get a degree, spread the beauty of the English literature, write books, publish them, be a full time writer etc etc.. John Grisham, watch out! As it turns out to be, life has other things planned for me. And I am not complaining. |
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