HI THERE, MR. LEE (FROGMAN)
I'm in a love-hate relationship with the situation of blog visitors not making their virtual presence known. Admittedly, it's a nice and pleasant feeling to know that someone comes back regularly to read my blog entries; it makes me feel so flattered and honoured. But yet, it can, at the same time, be such a shock because I'll get paranoid over whether any of my blog entries has unknowingly offended the other person in one way or another.
Honestly, I'll feel an initial glow of pleasure whenever someone mentions that he/she reads my blog. After the smug and egoistic euphoria, my brain will then get into a hyperactive mode and start wondering what on earth does he/she think of it.
Anyway, Mr. Frogman, you're warmly welcome here. Read more... Read more.
=)
Today is Christmas eve!!! Speaking of which, we had Cell Group gift exchange yesterday. As per required, I had already listed down my 3 wishes on a card on the previous Thursday during Cell Group Meeting.
It's kind of hard, really, having to think what are the items I need that are within the budget of S$10.00. The first thought that crossed my mind is a watch. I honestly won't mind being given a watch; it's such a hassle having to flip open my mobile phone whenever I need to check the time. But heck, a S$10.00 ladies silver-chain watch will never last. I know better; having bought one in Bugis once, and the metal clasp came loose within 3 months [the auntie cheated my money... =(].
And speaking of watches, Kelvin Lim and I were shopping for our CG gift in Tampines Mall on Thursday before our Cell Group Prayer Meeting, and we walked past City Chain. I was, as usual, pawing hungrily at the beautiful watches on display. I caught one (with a rectangular face, of course) which I really die-die-also-like, and guess what? It costs a whooping S$1200+++!!! What the!!! Ji dan gao...
If only money grows on trees. Geez...
Anyway, after our Christmas service today, the Cell Group headed down to Hall 6. Dequan, Bi Zhi, and I were walking around the stalls casually, and as we neared the deejay stand, this smart princess here (that is, yours truly again) - naturally - had a smart idea. Why not use this opportunity to dedicate a song to Xiao Wei and Chee Foo on their upcoming marriage? Thus, we went up to the front excitedly and requested to make a dedication.
Just as we were gleefully penning our dedication message, the deejay suddenly gave a quiz. The question is drop-dead easy, and the three of us raised our hands eagerly and frantically. It's quite comical actually, considering that we were already standing right in front of the deejay; directly under the deejay's nose. She gave an apologetic smile, and said that we are not entitled to answering the question as we are up there only to pen our dedication; and that it would be unfair to others if she allows us to answer the quiz. And gosh, it turns out that the prize is S$5.00 worth of vouchers for the carnival. =(
After penning the dedication, the 3 of us walked around the stalls again and purchased our dinner. Not feeling particularly hungry but feeling dead thirsty, I purchased only a cup of watermelon juice. Dequan, who is eager to lay his hands on the vouchers, mentioned that he would like to have a go at the quiz. Thus, the 3 of us - being smarter this time round - stood at some distance away and waited for the deejay to pop the next question.
Walking around in high-heels is no easy feat; no kidding. Being someone who is quite comfortable in her own skin, I asked bluntly, "Mind if I squat?" and without bothering to wait for an answer from either Dequan or Bi Zhi; I proceeded to do so.
5 minutes later, my pretty legs are getting painfully numb. Thus, I did what other normal people on the streets would naturally do - I plonked my pretty butt onto the floor. The scene looked totally hilarious, really. Both Bi Zhi and Dequan are still on their feet, and are glancing down at me with an amused look on their face; as I sat luxuriously on the floor and slurped on my watermelon juice idyllically, lost in my own world.
Out of nowhere, Yao Hui suddenly popped out from behind. He took an overall look at the 3 of us, then threw me an unbelieving what-on-earth-are-you-doing look, and laughed out loud before asking curiously, "What are you doing on the floor???". Meanwhile - being caught nonplussed by his sudden appearance - I was too busy choking and sputtering on my watermelon juice and could not answer him even a word.
Anyway, the 3 of us waited for about half an hour for the next quiz. I suspect the deejay's playing hard-to-get. Haha! Finally, just as the 3 of us gave up waiting and were heading back to our Cell Group, the deejay posed the long-awaited question. Dequan was about to sprint back towards the deejay stand, until she added, "But it's opened only for those below 12-years-old." Duh!
We reached the table which our Cell Group was seated at the same time as Bingren did. He mentioned that Xiao Wei had, apparently, not heard the dedication; as she had appeared confused when he teased her about it earlier. Oh man, the disappointment! Anyway, Xiao Wei ended up getting wind of it as people were coming up to her left, right, and center to offer their congratulations. Heeheehee!
I left the Cell Group at 10.00pm in search of Poh Lin - who lives near my area - to head home together. I found her Cell Group in the queue for the Meteorite, and having extra carnival coupons, invited me to join them in the ride - an invitation which I, of course, agreed heartily.
The ride is really nice; feeling the strong gush of wind blowing hard across your body. I adore the wind. Sometimes, I really wish that the wind would lift me off my feet, and carry me the way they do leaves.
Anyway, Pei Hua, Poh Lin, and me made a pact to scream our head off during the ride; just for the fun of it. Well, it feels so good to scream and yell and yelp and shriek. I could not stop putting my vocal cords to use, and even when the ride was slowing to a stop, I kept screaming shrilly. Pei Hua burst out laughing appreciatively, and kept glancing at me as I shrieked my head off like a banshee.
I think she's falling in love with me. Keep looking at me. Tao yen!!! Heeheehee!
We left Expo at close to 11pm, and headed home. While waiting for the train to Tanah Merah, I suddenly felt a wave of nausea out of the blue. I wonder what's wrong; I have not eaten anything much for the entire day. What's there for me to vomit, anyway? And it can't be the rides, considering that it's been almost an hour.
I managed to keep the nausea in check; until the train arrived and reached Tanah Merah Interchange. While waiting for the train that's bounded towards Pasir Ris, I willed myself to hold it out until I've reached home.
Elisha came over and took a seat beside me. I forgot what he talked about, but I remember answering feebly and softly. He took a look at me, and inquired whether am I fine. I replied honestly, saying that it's nothing much; just that I feel like vomiting. He asked, "Huh? How come?", to which I joked weakly, "Pregnant is like that one lah." He chuckled, and I vomited right there and then.
Obviously, he was taken aback. That sweet guy leaped to his feet, and asked urgently, "Anyone has a plastic bag or something?!" Someone - I don't know who - produced a plastic bag from out of nowhere, while Poh Lin (I think it's her) handed me tissues. They thought of giving me something to eat, so as to fight the wave of nausea. But among them, they only had water and chocolate. Water, of course, will only make me puke more; while chocolate will probably cause me to either puke or choke to death.
The remaining Cell Group on the other side of the platform - who were waiting for the Boon Lay-bounded train - threw a pack of sweets over the platform. How cute. Someone caught the pack of sweets, poured out a couple on her hands, and offered them to me. I lifted up my left hand to take one, and for the first time, realized that I'm shaking slightly from head to toe. Even my hands are trembling lightly. The tremble is not very visible, but I know it's there.
The sweet's cherry-flavoured; and man, personally, I think it tastes painfully like medicine. *bleah* Not that I'm complaining or anything, I can't be anymore grateful to have at least something to suck on and counter the nausea. And I wonder who's the kind soul who "donated" the sweets.
Man, I really wonder what's wrong with me. This is the number-don't-know-what times I've vomited. The last time when I was on the verge of vomiting was before my examinations at NUS. That's not surprising, really; considering that it's the norm. In fact, if I don't feel nauseant before the commencement of an examination, I'll get worried sick. Haha.
Backtrack even further; the second last time when I had vomited is probably only a mere 2 months back. I had just finished my dinner at Expo, and within the hour, vomited out my entire dinner of Black Pepper Chicken Rice for no apparent reason.
I wonder what's wrong. Geez...
I'm in a love-hate relationship with the situation of blog visitors not making their virtual presence known. Admittedly, it's a nice and pleasant feeling to know that someone comes back regularly to read my blog entries; it makes me feel so flattered and honoured. But yet, it can, at the same time, be such a shock because I'll get paranoid over whether any of my blog entries has unknowingly offended the other person in one way or another.
Honestly, I'll feel an initial glow of pleasure whenever someone mentions that he/she reads my blog. After the smug and egoistic euphoria, my brain will then get into a hyperactive mode and start wondering what on earth does he/she think of it.
Anyway, Mr. Frogman, you're warmly welcome here. Read more... Read more.
=)
Today is Christmas eve!!! Speaking of which, we had Cell Group gift exchange yesterday. As per required, I had already listed down my 3 wishes on a card on the previous Thursday during Cell Group Meeting.
It's kind of hard, really, having to think what are the items I need that are within the budget of S$10.00. The first thought that crossed my mind is a watch. I honestly won't mind being given a watch; it's such a hassle having to flip open my mobile phone whenever I need to check the time. But heck, a S$10.00 ladies silver-chain watch will never last. I know better; having bought one in Bugis once, and the metal clasp came loose within 3 months [the auntie cheated my money... =(].
And speaking of watches, Kelvin Lim and I were shopping for our CG gift in Tampines Mall on Thursday before our Cell Group Prayer Meeting, and we walked past City Chain. I was, as usual, pawing hungrily at the beautiful watches on display. I caught one (with a rectangular face, of course) which I really die-die-also-like, and guess what? It costs a whooping S$1200+++!!! What the!!! Ji dan gao...
If only money grows on trees. Geez...
Anyway, after our Christmas service today, the Cell Group headed down to Hall 6. Dequan, Bi Zhi, and I were walking around the stalls casually, and as we neared the deejay stand, this smart princess here (that is, yours truly again) - naturally - had a smart idea. Why not use this opportunity to dedicate a song to Xiao Wei and Chee Foo on their upcoming marriage? Thus, we went up to the front excitedly and requested to make a dedication.
Just as we were gleefully penning our dedication message, the deejay suddenly gave a quiz. The question is drop-dead easy, and the three of us raised our hands eagerly and frantically. It's quite comical actually, considering that we were already standing right in front of the deejay; directly under the deejay's nose. She gave an apologetic smile, and said that we are not entitled to answering the question as we are up there only to pen our dedication; and that it would be unfair to others if she allows us to answer the quiz. And gosh, it turns out that the prize is S$5.00 worth of vouchers for the carnival. =(
After penning the dedication, the 3 of us walked around the stalls again and purchased our dinner. Not feeling particularly hungry but feeling dead thirsty, I purchased only a cup of watermelon juice. Dequan, who is eager to lay his hands on the vouchers, mentioned that he would like to have a go at the quiz. Thus, the 3 of us - being smarter this time round - stood at some distance away and waited for the deejay to pop the next question.
Walking around in high-heels is no easy feat; no kidding. Being someone who is quite comfortable in her own skin, I asked bluntly, "Mind if I squat?" and without bothering to wait for an answer from either Dequan or Bi Zhi; I proceeded to do so.
5 minutes later, my pretty legs are getting painfully numb. Thus, I did what other normal people on the streets would naturally do - I plonked my pretty butt onto the floor. The scene looked totally hilarious, really. Both Bi Zhi and Dequan are still on their feet, and are glancing down at me with an amused look on their face; as I sat luxuriously on the floor and slurped on my watermelon juice idyllically, lost in my own world.
Out of nowhere, Yao Hui suddenly popped out from behind. He took an overall look at the 3 of us, then threw me an unbelieving what-on-earth-are-you-doing look, and laughed out loud before asking curiously, "What are you doing on the floor???". Meanwhile - being caught nonplussed by his sudden appearance - I was too busy choking and sputtering on my watermelon juice and could not answer him even a word.
Anyway, the 3 of us waited for about half an hour for the next quiz. I suspect the deejay's playing hard-to-get. Haha! Finally, just as the 3 of us gave up waiting and were heading back to our Cell Group, the deejay posed the long-awaited question. Dequan was about to sprint back towards the deejay stand, until she added, "But it's opened only for those below 12-years-old." Duh!
We reached the table which our Cell Group was seated at the same time as Bingren did. He mentioned that Xiao Wei had, apparently, not heard the dedication; as she had appeared confused when he teased her about it earlier. Oh man, the disappointment! Anyway, Xiao Wei ended up getting wind of it as people were coming up to her left, right, and center to offer their congratulations. Heeheehee!
I left the Cell Group at 10.00pm in search of Poh Lin - who lives near my area - to head home together. I found her Cell Group in the queue for the Meteorite, and having extra carnival coupons, invited me to join them in the ride - an invitation which I, of course, agreed heartily.
The ride is really nice; feeling the strong gush of wind blowing hard across your body. I adore the wind. Sometimes, I really wish that the wind would lift me off my feet, and carry me the way they do leaves.
Anyway, Pei Hua, Poh Lin, and me made a pact to scream our head off during the ride; just for the fun of it. Well, it feels so good to scream and yell and yelp and shriek. I could not stop putting my vocal cords to use, and even when the ride was slowing to a stop, I kept screaming shrilly. Pei Hua burst out laughing appreciatively, and kept glancing at me as I shrieked my head off like a banshee.
I think she's falling in love with me. Keep looking at me. Tao yen!!! Heeheehee!
We left Expo at close to 11pm, and headed home. While waiting for the train to Tanah Merah, I suddenly felt a wave of nausea out of the blue. I wonder what's wrong; I have not eaten anything much for the entire day. What's there for me to vomit, anyway? And it can't be the rides, considering that it's been almost an hour.
I managed to keep the nausea in check; until the train arrived and reached Tanah Merah Interchange. While waiting for the train that's bounded towards Pasir Ris, I willed myself to hold it out until I've reached home.
Elisha came over and took a seat beside me. I forgot what he talked about, but I remember answering feebly and softly. He took a look at me, and inquired whether am I fine. I replied honestly, saying that it's nothing much; just that I feel like vomiting. He asked, "Huh? How come?", to which I joked weakly, "Pregnant is like that one lah." He chuckled, and I vomited right there and then.
Obviously, he was taken aback. That sweet guy leaped to his feet, and asked urgently, "Anyone has a plastic bag or something?!" Someone - I don't know who - produced a plastic bag from out of nowhere, while Poh Lin (I think it's her) handed me tissues. They thought of giving me something to eat, so as to fight the wave of nausea. But among them, they only had water and chocolate. Water, of course, will only make me puke more; while chocolate will probably cause me to either puke or choke to death.
The remaining Cell Group on the other side of the platform - who were waiting for the Boon Lay-bounded train - threw a pack of sweets over the platform. How cute. Someone caught the pack of sweets, poured out a couple on her hands, and offered them to me. I lifted up my left hand to take one, and for the first time, realized that I'm shaking slightly from head to toe. Even my hands are trembling lightly. The tremble is not very visible, but I know it's there.
The sweet's cherry-flavoured; and man, personally, I think it tastes painfully like medicine. *bleah* Not that I'm complaining or anything, I can't be anymore grateful to have at least something to suck on and counter the nausea. And I wonder who's the kind soul who "donated" the sweets.
Man, I really wonder what's wrong with me. This is the number-don't-know-what times I've vomited. The last time when I was on the verge of vomiting was before my examinations at NUS. That's not surprising, really; considering that it's the norm. In fact, if I don't feel nauseant before the commencement of an examination, I'll get worried sick. Haha.
Backtrack even further; the second last time when I had vomited is probably only a mere 2 months back. I had just finished my dinner at Expo, and within the hour, vomited out my entire dinner of Black Pepper Chicken Rice for no apparent reason.
I wonder what's wrong. Geez...
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