Monthly Archives: November 2011


Most people I know hate the rain. Or at least, the inconveniences a rainy day brings with it.

I don’t. I love and thrive on rainy days. My mood is lifted whenever I see an overcast sky and I dare say I am exuberant when the rain pours down – the heavier the better!

This weekend is one of those days. It was gloomy for most of Sat and Sun, this being the monsoon season and all, and boy oh boy, did it rain – cats and dogs too.

I had planned a picnic at the grounds of Botanical Gardens in the late afternoon of Saturday and when it started to pour at 4pm, my spirits were lifted even though it was raining heavily. Yes, it could disrupt my picnicking plans, but hey, I can always seek a sheltered area for that. Nothing could dampen my lifted mood!

We proceeded despite the rain and the downpour had become a drizzle when we reached the gardens.

We found a perfect sheltered spot near the lake, and laid out our mats and picnic basket.

My sister had prepared sandwiches and sausages and a bag of organic chips with a salsa dip. I brought a bottle of sweet wine and a flask of hot tea, which was perfect for the rainy weather.

By the time we settled down, even the drizzle had stopped and the sun was out again. Can’t say I wasn’t a tad disappointed. I was actually having fun!

The Sunday morning was a harsh, hot, sunny day, but I was hopeful when I saw the first dark cloud which rapidly grew bigger and darker. Before I knew it, it was pouring!

And poured it did! I made myself a cup of hot ginger tea, propped up some pillows behind me on the couch and laid down with a book, with the rain pelting heavily onto the ground outside. This is life!



For the past 35 years, 11 Nov came and went by without much fanfare. The attention received this year was based purely on merit of the many 1’s, 6 in all.

I’d know – my husband’s birthday fall on 11 Nov. For every year before this, 11 Nov came and went without any more of a mention other than on the newspapers’ date of print.

It was reported in the papers this morning, the day after the mayhem of more than 500 couples tying the knot and many parents inducing births on 11 Nov 2011, that I wonder what the fuss is all about.

One of the couples getting hitched said they had an 11-yr age gap between them, and wanted to celebrate that by getting married on 11.11.11. My eyes rolled.

Then another couple who were interviewed said that 11.11.11 is an easy date to remember. Well, where wedding anniversaries are concerned, it is better that way for the wives, i.e. give the husbands no excuse at all.

Clever of the bride, yes, but too little faith in her husband-to-be, it seems. Has he such a bad memory that he cannot even remember his own wedding anniversary? Or perhaps it didn’t mean enough to him to make an effort to remember? My eyes rolled to the top of my head.

Parents, on the other hand, have some interesting things to say too.

One beaming father wanted his newborn son to be ahead of his peers in life, to come first in whatever he does. What bodes better than a birth-date that denotes exactly that? If an induced birth can give that edge, why not? Poor kid, I thought. With parental expectations at such heights before he is even born, I feel so very sorry for him. My eyes rolled to the top of my head and stuck there.

Although I think this is cheesiness at its peak, cliches do stick in the mind, don’t they?

Name Dropper

How do you tell if someone is insecure, and perhaps coupled with a low self esteem?

I have a colleague, A, who has to name-drop under every circumstance. And in many instances, the name that was dropped would not raise any eyebrows at all.

A: I had a tummy-ache. Think I ate something wrong.
Me: What did you eat?
A: I went to a Japanese restaurant X, which was located at ABC Mall, and we ordered the most fantastic bento ever!

Now knowing A, she would call a coffee-shop a restaurant if they so much as take her order at the table and serve it to her.

Then I complimented a fellow colleague on a nice dress on another occasion.

A butted in and claimed that she has the same dress in another colour and that she got it from Fox at an exorbitant price.

Who cares if she has the same dress?! And nobody is asking where she got the dress from. And Fox, exorbitant? The apparel there are mostly under $50.

Moreover, Fox is not the type of brand I would want to be name dropping all over the place. Fox has the same stature as Cotton On, Giordano and Hang Ten as far as I am concerned – shops from which I buy cheap tees to sleep in. I have to quantify that I have nothing against Fox. It is a cool, nice, mass market brand.

You’ve got to admit name-dropping is an art. It is supposed to be a classy act where there isn’t any blatant, obvious, in-your-face names at every punctuation, and especially not non-upmarket names. For those who don’t know any better, I think the best thing to do is to just ZIP it.

Argh! Christmas is less than 8 weeks away!



Argh again!

Christmas, my favourite holiday of the year, is just around the corner and I have not done anything at all – and it is less than eight weeks away!

I need a checklist more than ever:

  1. Put up Christmas tree.
  2. Get niece over to help put up the decoration.
  3. Buy gifts
  4. Discuss menu for Christmas eve AND day with relevant people.
  5. Do up invitation lists for Christmas eve and day.
  6. Buy table decoration (only if necessary)
  7. Buy food ingredients for dinner
  8. Order food for dinner
  9. Order wine and beer

That’s all I can think of for now. Not too bad, it seems to be quite manageable.

Another thing though, I endeavour to rein in tightly on the budget this year.

We spent close to $3,ooo on two dinners on Christmas Eve and Day last year. No, I am not exaggerating.

This is the breakdown:
  • Catered dinners for both nights $399+delivery times 2 = $880
  • Wine, champagne and beverages $250 times 2 nights = $500
  • Christmas decorations (we got new placemats and table cloth and runners) = $150
  • Gifts for family = $600
  • Gifts for friends = $450
  • Gifts for colleagues = $250

It came up to $2,850 for two nights!! (Horrors! Slap me, please!) It’s not as if we are millionaires, throwing lavish dinners like that.

We shall see if we can cut back excessively this year. $1000 for two nights is a drastic cut, but a dinner for $500 a night with drinks included is still considered rather excessive in Singapore, right? We can and MUST cut back!


Why can’t I stop pigging out?

Oooooh, I suppose it’s near that time of the month when I start pigging out like this.

I had a big huge breakfast, a heavy lunch (which is a double portion of what I usually order), a tea-break that is like my usual lunch, and then a home-cooked dinner that could easily feed two. Just before writing this post, I had See’s Candy Chocolates and heated up some nuggets to go with the beer.

My tummy is faintly reminiscent of that of a three-month pregnant woman, and I have really flappy arms and thighs.

Yet I am not motivated at all to do anything about it.