Scared the shit out of me…
This is a true story.
Last night, Hubby and I went over to our new place to check out the renovation works. It has become a routine every night where both of us would take a short walk to our new place to feed Cookie (our newest adopted “block” cat), check our mail box and to check on the reno…
So, we did the usual…we would inspect the flooring, check out the ceiling, and look at the toilets… Basically to ensure that works are on-going. As the flat was still under major renovation, there wasn’t any lighting and I would usually carry a flashlight.
There I was, peering into the master bedroom’s toilet when suddenly a HUGE SHADOW suddenly moved and I saw this pair of eyes staring straight at me.
OH MY FREAKING GOD!
I screamed loudly and Hubby, who was just behind me, rushed over.
“WHAT? WHAT?”
… … …
Then this Banglah stepped out of the toilet and apologized profusely and said that he’s a worker here and staying here for the night. He was shirtless and only wore a pair of berms.
What.The.Hell.
Then I started laughing hysterically. I found the whole incident to be so funny… Seriously, I did not manage to see this guy at all?! He TOTALLY blended into the darkness and if he were to close his eyes and mouth, I would have totally missed him.
He was freaked out too and was most probably scared that we would complain to our contractor. I have no issues about him staying over.. just don’t play Hide-and-seek with us and scare the shit of out me?!?!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
To keep a pet or not…
I’ve always had pets at home when I was a kid. Not your usual cats or dogs… but some rather exotic creatures as well….
Other kids played with toys, not me. I had no toys, but I played with my pets and brothers. Best childhood ever. At times I wished that I had become a vet or something since I really like animals. Maybe I can be a zookeeper during my retirement! That can be my second career!
FYI: below is the list of animals I once had them as pets:
1) A pug, the cutest, ugliest and stupidest dog in the world. Oh, but I loved her so much!
2) Chicks. 3 fluffy, yellow, chirpy little things lived in my bathroom for a period of time. Well, until they were about to be chickens and we gave them to my aunt. And shortly after that, I remembered my aunt gave me some home-made KFC.
3) Ducklings. Yes, I once had 5 ducklings… I have no idea how or where my mum got these ducklings. But they were SO CUTE! They made the cutest little “quacks” and I had so much fun bathing with them. I remembered that I fed them little “live” fishes and spent many hours just observing their EVERY move. It was like a mini National Geographic “Live”.
4) Rabbits. In fact, we were trying to keep a litter of newly-born rabbits alive as their mother rejected them. My mum and I were taking turns to bottle feed these little bunnies. Aww… baby rabbits are the cutest.
5) Hamster. I had a really nasty one. I remembered that it was constantly biting me and my brother. Not only that, it was like a demonic little thing, always climbing its little cage, trying to escape. One day, it succeeded. We woke up one morning, and the cage was empty. We never found it.
6) Salamander. See… I bet many of you do not even know what a salamander was. It was like a water lizard, a little slimy but it was red and black in color. Really pretty… I bought it from a little obscure pet shop. However, it didn’t last very long…
7) Gold Fishes. It was actually my mum who was really into gold fish. We had a huge tank and these fishes eventually started to spawn. Unfortunately, none of the fries made it. I had a lot of fun playing doctor with the dead fishes. I happen to know exactly how the insides of a gold fish looks like.
8) A baby ball python. Ok, it belonged to my senior in college and I babysat it for 6 months or so. I was like the only girl crazy enough to keep a snake in her hostel room. Not only that, I let it roamed around my room once a while. It really liked my monitor and would always coil itself under it (During those days, monitors aren’t the slim, sexy LCDs. They were the size of a bed). Then its little pink, forked tongue would stick out with that tiny little “sssss”. So cute lah!
9) Terrapins. Ok, not my favorite kind of pets. I had more fun looking at the gold fish than playing with the damned terrapins. I hope they are still happy living at the MacRitchie Reservoir.
Currently as I am still living with the in-laws, I do not keep any pets, but my mum has 7 cats and technically, one of them is mine. I’m thinking of bringing her over to my new place once it is ready. Not only that, I also intend to keep 2 rabbits, and some gold fishes.
But my worry is…. What will happen to them when Hubby and I were to travel??!!
Argh….. then I will have to either trouble my neighbour or my brothers. That’s the sucky thing about having pets.
However, once you have pets, the urge to keep some furballs alive and kicking will always be there. I cannot wait to have my OWN furballs.
I’ve always had pets at home when I was a kid. Not your usual cats or dogs… but some rather exotic creatures as well….
Other kids played with toys, not me. I had no toys, but I played with my pets and brothers. Best childhood ever. At times I wished that I had become a vet or something since I really like animals. Maybe I can be a zookeeper during my retirement! That can be my second career!
FYI: below is the list of animals I once had them as pets:
1) A pug, the cutest, ugliest and stupidest dog in the world. Oh, but I loved her so much!
2) Chicks. 3 fluffy, yellow, chirpy little things lived in my bathroom for a period of time. Well, until they were about to be chickens and we gave them to my aunt. And shortly after that, I remembered my aunt gave me some home-made KFC.
3) Ducklings. Yes, I once had 5 ducklings… I have no idea how or where my mum got these ducklings. But they were SO CUTE! They made the cutest little “quacks” and I had so much fun bathing with them. I remembered that I fed them little “live” fishes and spent many hours just observing their EVERY move. It was like a mini National Geographic “Live”.
4) Rabbits. In fact, we were trying to keep a litter of newly-born rabbits alive as their mother rejected them. My mum and I were taking turns to bottle feed these little bunnies. Aww… baby rabbits are the cutest.
5) Hamster. I had a really nasty one. I remembered that it was constantly biting me and my brother. Not only that, it was like a demonic little thing, always climbing its little cage, trying to escape. One day, it succeeded. We woke up one morning, and the cage was empty. We never found it.
6) Salamander. See… I bet many of you do not even know what a salamander was. It was like a water lizard, a little slimy but it was red and black in color. Really pretty… I bought it from a little obscure pet shop. However, it didn’t last very long…
7) Gold Fishes. It was actually my mum who was really into gold fish. We had a huge tank and these fishes eventually started to spawn. Unfortunately, none of the fries made it. I had a lot of fun playing doctor with the dead fishes. I happen to know exactly how the insides of a gold fish looks like.
8) A baby ball python. Ok, it belonged to my senior in college and I babysat it for 6 months or so. I was like the only girl crazy enough to keep a snake in her hostel room. Not only that, I let it roamed around my room once a while. It really liked my monitor and would always coil itself under it (During those days, monitors aren’t the slim, sexy LCDs. They were the size of a bed). Then its little pink, forked tongue would stick out with that tiny little “sssss”. So cute lah!
9) Terrapins. Ok, not my favorite kind of pets. I had more fun looking at the gold fish than playing with the damned terrapins. I hope they are still happy living at the MacRitchie Reservoir.
Currently as I am still living with the in-laws, I do not keep any pets, but my mum has 7 cats and technically, one of them is mine. I’m thinking of bringing her over to my new place once it is ready. Not only that, I also intend to keep 2 rabbits, and some gold fishes.
But my worry is…. What will happen to them when Hubby and I were to travel??!!
Argh….. then I will have to either trouble my neighbour or my brothers. That’s the sucky thing about having pets.
However, once you have pets, the urge to keep some furballs alive and kicking will always be there. I cannot wait to have my OWN furballs.
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
I found my sole!
One day, when I finally wore something decent to work, when I looked into the mirror and saw a trendy dresser, when I put on this pair of cute, dainty-looking heels and sashaying while on my way home… and suddenly, “Phat”.
I stumbled and realized that the sole of my left heel somehow got torn away and was stuck by the side of a side road. Still wanting to look pretty, I simply kicked that useless piece of plastic away and continued walking, as if nothing happened. I figured that I can easily go to my trusted cobbler to fix another sole, and I can wear my cute, dainty, made-in-china cheapskate heels once again.
The following weekend, I religiously took my heel to my cobbler, requesting him to attach a sole. To my horror, my cobbler said that most cobblers in Singapore do not stock up on soles anymore because most soles and (cheapskate) shoes/heels are being made in china. If he were to order from China, minimum order would be 500 pairs of soles. How on earth could he finish all 500 pairs?
I should set up some Cobblers Association where these old men can pool their orders together! Geez… not very enterprising, these people.
Not believing his story, I took a little detour and checked out this Ah Pei who is also a cobbler, but in a make-shift little stall, next to a NTUC.
“Aiyah, Xiao-Jie, no xie-di (sole), cannot do lah”
“Really, ah? Uncle, really cannot ah?”
“Cannot lah, but you can find another old heel that you don’t want with similar height, then tear out the sole loh”
Hmnp. O well… I’ve just thrown ALL my old shoes away during the spring cleaning. Thanks leh.
Not admitting defeat, on the very next day, I went back to the very same small lane where I left my sole, hoping that it would still be there, and guess what… It was still sitting prettily by the side of the road!
Can’t believe that after 1 week, the sole was still there?! Obviously, the road sweepers and cleaners aren’t really doing their job, but good for me!
Of course, some people were giving me some weird looks when I picked up this dirty, little piece of black thing by the side of the road. But who cares, I FOUND MY SOLE!
Wahahaha… now I can go back to my cobbler and get my made-in-china heel fixed.
*Victory dance*
One day, when I finally wore something decent to work, when I looked into the mirror and saw a trendy dresser, when I put on this pair of cute, dainty-looking heels and sashaying while on my way home… and suddenly, “Phat”.
I stumbled and realized that the sole of my left heel somehow got torn away and was stuck by the side of a side road. Still wanting to look pretty, I simply kicked that useless piece of plastic away and continued walking, as if nothing happened. I figured that I can easily go to my trusted cobbler to fix another sole, and I can wear my cute, dainty, made-in-china cheapskate heels once again.
The following weekend, I religiously took my heel to my cobbler, requesting him to attach a sole. To my horror, my cobbler said that most cobblers in Singapore do not stock up on soles anymore because most soles and (cheapskate) shoes/heels are being made in china. If he were to order from China, minimum order would be 500 pairs of soles. How on earth could he finish all 500 pairs?
I should set up some Cobblers Association where these old men can pool their orders together! Geez… not very enterprising, these people.
Not believing his story, I took a little detour and checked out this Ah Pei who is also a cobbler, but in a make-shift little stall, next to a NTUC.
“Aiyah, Xiao-Jie, no xie-di (sole), cannot do lah”
“Really, ah? Uncle, really cannot ah?”
“Cannot lah, but you can find another old heel that you don’t want with similar height, then tear out the sole loh”
Hmnp. O well… I’ve just thrown ALL my old shoes away during the spring cleaning. Thanks leh.
Not admitting defeat, on the very next day, I went back to the very same small lane where I left my sole, hoping that it would still be there, and guess what… It was still sitting prettily by the side of the road!
Can’t believe that after 1 week, the sole was still there?! Obviously, the road sweepers and cleaners aren’t really doing their job, but good for me!
Of course, some people were giving me some weird looks when I picked up this dirty, little piece of black thing by the side of the road. But who cares, I FOUND MY SOLE!
Wahahaha… now I can go back to my cobbler and get my made-in-china heel fixed.
*Victory dance*
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