Fearful Morning

I've woken up unusually early today, 10am+ that is. (yeah rite common folks, that's darn early for a royalty).

Anyway, my point is, it's unusual. It's been so long since I last woke up this early that right now, I'm unsure of what's the norm. I've got the impression that it's got to do with morning tea and bird watching etc, as demonstrated in the Hong Kong serial drama <<Zhen Qing>>.

No? Yah, I guess so. 'Coz that's not what happened in my household.

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I squinted my eyes as Little Princess peered at me with astonishment written all over her face.

"You are awake." she said.

"No, I sleep with my eyes wide open and am sleep talking right now so kindly ignore me."

Sensing the note of sarcasm in my tone, she changed the subject to her Chemistry exam which she had completed that morning.

"Chemistry? It'll be a breeze for me even if it's MINISTRY!" I said."Did any question on Chulalongkorn come up? Daddy's great uncle fought with that king of India before."

"That would be History... and... Chulalongkorn was the king of Thailand..." muttered Little Princess under her breath.

I strutted off to the living room.

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Plopping myself onto one of the single-seater sofas, I tried to catch on what was going on in the soap opera involving three caucasion women. One of their husbands was diagnosed with an illness and was admitting to his wife about his past infidelity affairs, so that if he were to die, he'd die with less guilt.

"AHA! You moron, you cheating filthy b******!" I thought,"Never underestimate a woman's thirst for vengence. Now i can definitely guarantee that you'll die a painful and perhaps faster (if she's more forgiving) death!"

Miraculously, the woman forgave and took care of her husband while he recuperated. What a whole load of rubbish! That "woman" must have been a guy in disguise! I ploughed furiously through the stack of vcds lying on the floor while munching on a pear from the fridge. (My antidote, as lack of sleep+hunger has never made me a very nice queen.)

Just then, my daddy placed two bottles of jam alongside a loaf of white bread. He has a thing for jam; strawberry, blackcurrant, orange marmalade... you name it.

"Want some bread?" daddy inquired.

"Yeah, complete with jam." I answered as I spot a potential vcd.

"Daddy," I cooed."Look, this looks like a very interesting horror movie!"
(We have a practice or you can say unanimous agreement that one is not to fight over the TV with those who usually watches it at that period of time. I reigned at night, but morning...)

"Daddy, let's watch this lah, looks really good else you wouldn't have bought it right?" I added with flattery.

"No, I wanna watch this Channel 5 show..." Daddy insisted. "but what is it 'bout?"

He insisted on watching a show which he had no idea was about.

"Fine," i said, resigned."It's <<Opening Soon>> and I hope you get bored."

Off I went to the kitchen sink to brush my teeth. Yep, morning waking had got me all confused; I should have brushed my teeth BEFORE downing the pear and bread. Ah well...

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"What are YOU doing here!?" I bellowed in my head as I continued the staring duel with a pair of eyes.

It surrendered (I've yet to lose) and trotted along to a nearby bamboo pole where it stubbornly refused to budge. Right there and then, with toothbrush and foam frothing at my mouth, all sorts of torture from smacking it with a shoe to scalding it with boiling water crossed my mind.

I rinsed and gargled with topmost speed as I attacked it with (my final and most kindest decision) running water from the tap. With water still in my mouth, I watched dumbfounded as it retaliated by flying at me.
My next very stupid but natural reaction was to flee... into the bathroom which I realised later on that I should have headed for the opposite direction, towards the living room. That's because the only way to any other part of the house is pass that flying creature.

Mustering my courage, I dashed into the living room where my daddy and mommy sat without looks of surprise.

"Lizards?" daddy suggested, having obviously heard my muffled screams in the bathroom.

I shook my head, water still in the mouth.

Then he gave the knowing look.

"Ah... roaches..." he nodded.

I nodded frantically as well.

Other than the TV hogging business, I must proudly announced that my daddy is a very understanding man. He stood guard by the sink while I spit out the water and washed my face, with top speed again.

"It isn't here leh, Girl..." daddy began, as though I might have imagined the whole incident.

"No! I'm positive! Disgusting eight-legged creature! And I didn't know it could fly! Despicable! If I had known...!" I bellowed out loud while rinsing facial foam off my face and scenes of torture flashed in my mind again.

"Six-legged you mean?" daddy said in bewilderment.

"No, eight! Two of them sticking out of its head! How grotesque can any living thing get!?" I exclaimed in disgust, scene of the flying creature getting entangled in my morning mane flashed.

Daddy shook his head, perplexed. He then headed for the fridge while I, the sofa.

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"Girl, is this expired?" asked daddy, holding a magnifying glass over a bottle of jam he just took out.

"Yah! Used by Jan 2005! That's almost a year expired can!?" I replied.

"How 'bout this one?" asked daddy again, holding a strawberry one.

"Worse! Use by 31st Jan 2004! That's almost TWO years ok!?" I pointed out.

I watched, horror-struck, as he headed for the two bottles that he had placed on the dining table earlier on.

"Daddy!!!" I yelled, contemplating self-induced vomitting.

"No lah, this one..." he said, squinting hard at the magnifying glass over the bottle."... haven't expired!"

I snatched the bottles from him and checked before I heaved sighs of relief.

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"Smile, 'coz you're on handphone camera!"

One of my guy frens found this photo at the www.sggirls.com website and sent it to my buddy, Ed who in turn, forwarded to me.

Scenario: According to my (guy frens' so called sexily clad) attire, i must have been on my way to...

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the gym.

I was trying to act all studious and hardworking by reading my birthday gift (refer to previous entries if you dunno wat the heck i'm writing 'bout) which is the Harry Potter book.

Apparently someone in the train, seated opposite me (most probably trying to catch a glimpse of my not-revealed-at-all undies) noticed my effort and noticed me.

In order to prove that i was really telling the truth, he (i guess it's a he, or could it really be a she?) armed himself with his camera and started clicking away.

As a selfless young man (i assume again), he did not want to share the photo with just his people; he wanted to show it to the world and hence, took an extra effort to upload it on the internet.

I bet i look the prettiest in this photo 'coz he chose it amongst the others plus almost half of my face's covered. 

Female readers, the next time you sense a handphone directed at you, please learn from my experience; sit up straight, (flick your hair away from your face if possible) look up and smile... 'coz you may be on camera! 

29 January 2005

My Little Neighbours

The block that I live in consist of 4 floors and I live on the 3^rd.

Little neighbours are aged 5, 6 and 7.

My first real encounter with them after they moved into the same block a couple of months ago was actually pretty frightening + coincidental.

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I was in my bedroom at my PC when I heard laughter coming from the corridor; my little neighbours (excluding the eldest) were cycling along the corridor.

Then I heard something fall into the plants outside my home. I dashed outside at the urgency of the crying sound and saw that the youngest of my little neighbours was being carried back into his home by his mom.

My first action was to place upright the tricycle that he was riding when I felt something sticky; my whole palm (which held the tricycle) was covered in blood. The front of the tricycle and the floor was dotted and smeared with blood as well.

It was then that I felt a queasy feeling at the pit of my stomach… this was a familiar scene.

I yelled for my mom to come out and told her what happened while I consoled the other sobbing little neighbour.

What actually happened was that the injured neighbour had fell from his tricycle and bumped his forehead against a shape edge of the plant’s pot.

We then send him to the clinic nearby and his mother thanked my mom and I for our help.

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From then on, I feel that the little neighbours and my family had an affinity; that accident reminded me of another accident that occurred when I was ‘bout their age.

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My mom was opening the sack of rice she just bought while preparing to fetch my elder sis from school. (Which is to say, my elder sis was absent when the accident took place)

My younger sis and I were playing; I was chasing her around the house when she suddenly tripped, fell and bumped her forehead against a sharp edge of the door.

She stood up, turned and faced expressionless at me.

I looked at her and gaped in terror.

She saw my look sensed something wrong.

"Am I bleeding?" was my sis’s innocent question.

I nodded my head.

She dashed into my parents’ bedroom and stared at her own reflection in the vanity’s mirror and started to cry. She cried not because of pain but because of the expected scolding.

The rest of the night was then spent:

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The 2 accidents do seem similar rite?

The youngest little neighbour now has a scar similar with my sis’s.

But something still bothers me. If their family of all male kids does have an affinity with our family of all females, there’s something that I think they should know and take precaution of.

My sis has two scars on her forehead.

The other one was caused a few years later when my sis tripped over my elder sis’s suddenly-stretched-out-leg and bumped her forehead at the edge of the wall.

Do be careful little neighbour.

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But still, neither of the above accidents is more frightening then the following.

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Before my current neighbour on the left side of my home moved into my block, a family of four originally occupied her house. They are a young couple with 2 sons aged 2 and 7 then.

My sisters and I used to love playing with and carrying the baby. It was very adorable.

On that fateful day, I was at school.

My mom and the other neighbours (including baby’s mother) were chit chatting at the corridor. They then heard clanking noise that sounded like pots and pans coming from baby’s home.

Baby’s mother shrieked as she watched the kettle of water she was boiling fall and drench baby.

Baby was rushed to the hospital but he didn’t make it.

When I came home wanting to play with him, I didn’t understand when my mom told me that the baby was gone and reminded me not to mention anything ‘bout him in the presence of his family.

The family of three moved away a few months later.

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If he had not died, he should be ‘round 14 years old, struggling with studies, peer pressure and of all, enjoying the process of growing up.

It’s just so incredible that things, which happen in a split second, can change lives forever.

24 January 2005

Super irritating lame guy

(Wee Kiat, if you happened to read this entry (and I know you do read my blog), please read on and see what you’ve gotten me into.)

A few days after I attended Wee Kiat’s birthday celebration, he sms me to say one of his friends wanted to "know" me.

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Wee Kiat: "hey one of my friends wants to befriend you, he was in white top, but don’t think you remember him."

Me: "yah, I don’t… Why he want to befriend me?"

Wee Kiat: "Don’t worry lah, he’s a very friendly guy."

Me: "So what if he’s friendly? I’m friendly too. Hey, never mind lah, it’s ok."

Duh. It’s like asking someone why he want to drink apple juice and he reply that he want to drink apple juice to have a better taste of it. I know that; what I’m trying to know is why APPLE juice? (1^{st miscommunication)}

^{Me: "Yah, I know that, but I asked Why."}

^{_ _ _ _ _: "Because I want to get to know more people, that’s my reason."}

Ha. Fell into my trap this easily. Want to impress by saying that? Let’s see how you reply to this.

Me: "Since you want to know more friends, why you only asked to befriend me leh? Isn’t that ironic? You are contradicting yourself."

_ _ _ _ _: "Now a day it’s better to be more social and make more friend than a enemy."

My thought: Huh!? Another miscommunication??

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Val: "Haha… obviously he wants to know you, but he very lousy lor… rich anot? If rich still can consider! Oops! Haha…"

Me to Val: "pls lor, even if he’s rich, I don’t think I can ‘tahan’ communicating with him."

I stated a fact, which was in turn labeled as childish! And what did he mean that communication is never a problem? Didn’t we F - A - I - L to comprehend what each other was trying to say!?

And if that’s really the case, we won’t be having so much political or social problems either; since talk talk, chitchat can solve major problems.

Bush: "Iraq, meet your doom! We Americans have the greatest political power, financial stability… blah blah… you name it! We are bombing you so don’t resist!"

Iraq: "Alritey, bomb then."

Little Princess: "Hahahaha!!! Sooo lame! Ignore him lah!"

Me to _ _ _ _ _: "What do you mean by major problem can always be solved through communication? What kinda ideology is that!? I think I really don’t get what you mean. Pls don’t even bother to reply me. Thank u."

Maybe I really did misunderstand his meanings, but I’m too tired to continue trying.

Me to Little Princess: "You wait and see, this kinda person sure will still reply one."

And as expected:

_ _ _ _ _: "Maybe is my fault n we really cannot get to know each other is it."

Haha~ and of ‘coz I din bother to reply him. In fact I’m amazed that I’ve talk c*ck with a "lamer" for this amount of time.

Now, I’m starting to wonder if guys would scurry away at the thought of befriending a "tigress" after they read this entry.

Guys! Guys! Don’t worry; if you are not as "lame" and over-confident, you can still try "taming" me!

I promise I won’t bite ~

~ Lol ~

23 January 2005

I guess that would be what an ant would say.

Nope, not any ordinary ant.

It’s an ant that’s trapped inside the screen of a mobile phone. My mobile phone to be precise.

I was sms-ing a couple of days ago when I saw something move across the screen. A tiny brown (or was it red?) ant.

I was pretty amused by the scene. I kept pressing the keypad to keep the light of the mobile on so as to continue with my observation of the ant.

"Hello there? The very bright blue light is blinding me."

I guess (again) that that would be what the ant would tell me as it was obviously walking on light.

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Me: "Mee, look at this!"

Mom: "What?"

Me: "It’s a small ant inside my mobile phone. How did it get in ar?"

Mom: "Never mind it, if it can get in, it can get out on its own."

Me: "Really!? That’s amazing!"

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Now as I am typing this entry, the ant is still strolling inside my phone.

Are phones nice strolling venues for ants?

Doesn’t it miss its family? (Don’t tell me it’s an orphan… I’ve to keep the ant as pet?)

Worst case, it may have finished viewing the whole interior of my phone and think it a suitable living space for it and its family. Migration could be on its mind. The next thing I know, I may have more ants strolling across the screen the next time I sms.

I’m starting to doubt my mommy’s theory… I think it’s really lost. Just imagine yourself in the ant’s shoes (that’ll be six in all), a mobile phone is actually a big place to be lost in especially if it’s a foreign place; it’s like being lost in San Francisco?

And all by yourself. (So sad)

This is an emergency. I need to get professional help for the ant. I bet it has been starving for days; I’ve nothing in my phone that can feed an ant.

Has anyone (possibly) encounter anything like this?