Sissy Tan’s Birthday

Today is my beloved Sissy Tan’s birthday.

One of the kids took this! Artistic rightttttt. Lol.

Happy Birthday Sissy Tan! =)

For her birthday this year, surprisingly, Jonathan is in Singapore! (I once mentioned that he’s always on business trip at this time of the year.) People close to me would know that he went overseas early February instead, and he’s back!

I would love to spend her birthday with her, but she said she wanted to spend it with her husband so we celebrated her birthday early over the weekends!

There’s nothing much to talk about the celebration, so let me tell you about the ordeal that I went through to get her birthday gift.

Her birthday present causes the biggest headache to me as compared to every body else’s. Mama Tan’s birthday present is always easy, and besides, two of us would be thinking today. Papa Tan’s present is standard – Shirt. Because he doesn’t appreciate anything else (not like he likes shirts a lot, though. HAHA). Otes is DAMN chin chai, so I can buy him anything and he will like it (Also, please note that I have good taste. HAHA.) You can’t go wrong with the toys for the kids.

BUT SISSY TAN?

Damn.

The gift I got for her last year? The tag is still on it, and she has yet to use it. And adding insult to injury? She doesn’t know where it is, except that it is somewhere in her closet. -_-

I have wanted to treat her to a sumptuous meal, but she told me she doesn’t like those kinda food.

Well, luckily for me, I stayed over at her place long enough when she asked if I wanted something, because she intended to get one for herself. My reaction?

“You don’t buy. I buy it for you.“

And I got that for her.

I thought it was that easy, but… -_-”

The item she wanted was relatively RARE, and I had to comb Orchard for it. (I only walked from Ion to Paragon then to Ngee Ann City and back to Paragon, then flew all the way to DFS.) I literally entered every shop you can think of to see if they carry anything similar!

THE POWER OF LOVE.

And I’m pretty sure Wei Qiang loves me too, because that poor guy accompanied me there. And I made him carry my bag cause laptop too heavy for 弱小女子 like me. HAHA! He thought I could just grab and go (I thought so too) but we ended up walking up down left right Orchard Road in search of Sissy Tan’s gift.

You’d think the troublesome journey stops here.

BUT NO!

I met with the same problem when choosing a cake for Thy Royal Sister!

Claudia wasn’t feeling well, I cannot get an ice cream cake for Sissy Tan. Chocolate cakes were out too, because it’s heaty. Thy Royal sister doesn’t like Vanilla, doesn’t like Coffee, doesn’t like Mango, doesn’t like cream. I almost wanted to get her pandan cake.

And ALL the shops were selling cakes she doesn’t like. There’s green tea, but the kids wouldn’t like it. There’s durian, but thy royal yiyi doesn’t like it (eh, the kids won’t want it as well). There’s lemon, orange and all, BUT SISSY TAN DOESN’T LIKE IT TOO.

I got so desperate that I called Sissy Tan and asked her directly what cake she wants. -_-.

“Buy Strawberry shortcake la!“

BUT I haven’t seen a single Strawberry cake!

Really. I hate the new layout of Causeway Point after renovation. I have no idea where the shops are and what shops there are. I walked from first level to basement from one end to the other, and up to first level from one end to the other and down to basement from one end to the other AND BACK. Then I suddenly remembered that there was one cake shop that I missed out, hidden at one forgotten corner of the basement.

I swear I was so relieved when I saw the Strawberry Shortcake on display, I almost cried.

Dear 姐夫 Lew, please be around for her birthday again next year, and this time, YOU BUY THE CAKE!

Dear Sissy Tan, thanks for the equal amount of effort you will put in for my birthday this year, and.. YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT HOR? HAHAHAHAHAHA *raises eyebrows up and down*

I love you, very, very much, my dear, smelly, troublesome sister.

Happy birthday to you. =)

Trichophobia

I have hair phobia.

Not those on the head, or even one or two strands hanging on clothing. I have a morbid fear for wet, loose hair found anywhere not on the head.

It happens every time I bathe. Whenever I put the conditioner on my hair and brushes through it with my fingers, I GAG. Cause I can feel the many strands of hair on my hand.

I would have gagged till I vomited if I haven’t washed it off immediately. Everyday without fail, I go through that terrible ordeal when I wash my hair.

Whenever I bathe outside (after swimming or after tanning) and I see crops of hair on the floor, my brain would remind me to gag. =(

I thought it was just human hair, then I found out yesterday that animal hair is just as revolting.

I was cleaning the hamster cage when I caught sight of the water bottle.

The tip of the bottle, where hamsters drink water from, has this wet clump of hamster hair and it was SO disgusting I started gagging non stop, and had to run to the toilet to rinse it off.

=(

On a side note, I’m thinking about the hair right now, and eating McDonald’s breakfast.

I must be sick.

Hi, to you, too.

Hi.

I am Cynthia, and I am not short fused, nor sensitive.

Today, I was directed to blog of a person who said I was short fused and sensitive. By whom, you probably wonder? By the person who wrote that entry. For what purpose? I had no idea. But for whatever good intentions he had, it backfired, cause all I saw was him criticizing me, and how he was a victim of my sudden eruption, and I simply couldn’t take it with a pinch of salt. Especially when he said people has been telling him I’m short fused. Please clarify with my love ones. They are responsible for what they say, not what you understand.

Nobody’s perfect.

And I am nowhere near perfect. Hell, NICE doesn’t even apply to me. I have a lot of flaws and I am, well, not proud of it, but I am not ashamed to admit it.

Yes, I am fierce. I knew that since Primary 3 when I half threw a table towards a classmate. Yes, I am vulgar. I knew that since Primary 5 when I scolded vulgarity out loud in the school canteen and had the big time ah lian of my school stared at me (and later on started to hate me and said I was xia lan in front of my best friend. Nbcb). Yes, I am rebellious. I knew that since Primary 6 when the teachers started calling my Mom down to school and specifically requested to see her during parents’ meeting day.

If you had wanted to criticize me, and have me looking at it, please at least get the criticisms right. Really.

I’ve been declaring to everybody that I bear grudges. Surely, that’s a flaw? Why not write that about it? Write about me being an asshole. I’d admit it and probably feel apologetic. Really! Because if I was one, and you have made it known, and it was making you feel uncomfortable, I might feel ashamed of myself.

If anything, I boast to have a high level of tolerance. I do not flare out and lash out at people unnecessarily. Not to people I care for, at least.

Ask my love ones! I dare say I’ve never once threw my temper at them. (Ok la. To a minority (my minority really means minority because I don’t have many friends), maybe once.)

AH SEE?! I’m delusional! OMG. I’m listing my flaws as I write. Why couldn’t you have  just gotten your facts right.

Surely, having brushed off your repeated jokes FOR THE ENTIRE DAY (Seriously. It was more than 8 hours of constantly bringing back that subject.) ought to show for the fact that I am not short fused. How could you conveniently miss out the most important point, the last straw, when you told me “Don’t use reverse psychology on me. I will never get it for you.” I’m sorry? HAVE I BEEN ASKING YOU TO GET IT FOR ME THE WHOLE DAY? YOU, for crying out loud, have been talking about it no matter how far we divert away from the topic. HOW COULD YOU FAIL TO BRING THAT UP WHEN CRITICIZING ME? THAT, my dear, was the reason why I felt insulted.

Wanting to buy me something was not the insult. Making me feel like I’ve been begging you to get it for me was.

I appreciated it when you told me you went to look for it online. Really, I didn’t care if it was bullshit! It made me smile. And I appreciate it even more when I read that you had wanted to get it for my birthday. Really! I felt bad. For awhile. Until I realized what you wrote was utter rubbish that served no good intentions for me, but put me in bad light.

You do not put people down, then attempt to bring them up. That’s not the way it works.

You even mentioned that you believe you’ve said much worse things to me, yet I didn’t get angry back then. I beg your pardon, so how am I short fuse again? C’mon. Listen to yourself!

I really wish I could act like nothing has happened, and forget everything, and smile and laugh with you again. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Because I am not a hypocrite. I bear grudges, really. That’s a bad habit that I’ve been trying to kick (no, not really.)

I would love to be that friend of yours who jokes with you and all, but I simply cannot overlook the fact that you think I am short fused and sensitive. And because I cannot overlook that fact, I cannot stay friends with you, because I am not hypocritical enough to act all nice in front of you. I couldn’t bring myself to do it! I have absolutely no intentions of changing your opinions about me. (Not like there’s anything I can do if you are already prejudiced.) If there’s anything I would do, I’d try to prove you right, because I know how people love being right.

Throwing in another point: I am very, very petty.

Bottom line is; I cannot undo the hurt I felt when reading that shit ass entry of yours, and that is a misunderstanding made worse. Why did you ask me go read your entry again?

Pity points, please; I was so hurt that I cried on the way back from work.

I am not a least bit nice, but if you still require help with the booking, I would be more than happy to help. (True story.)

Having written this entry, I hope it has proven you right on how fierce, short fused and sensitive I truly am.

Sorry for being so fucked up.

Pudge the Fish

Dance instructor: Lilo, why are you all wet?

Lilo: It’s sandwich day. (sigh) Every Thursday I take Pudge the fish a peanut butter sandwich.

Dance instructor: Pudge is a fish…?

Lilo: (continues) And today we were out of peanut butter. So I asked my sister what to give him and she said a tuna sandwich! I can’t give Pudge tuna! (whispers) Do you know what tuna is?

Dance instructor: Fish?

Lilo: (yells) It’s FISH! If I gave Pudge tuna, I’d be an abomination. I’m late because I had to go to the store, and get peanut butter, ‘cause all we have is, IS STINKIN’ TUNA!

Dance instructor: Lilo. Why is this so important?

Lilo: (seriously) Pudge controls the weather.

Valentine’s Day!

Any dude who waits for Valentine’s Day to treat his woman like a Queen is failing 364 days a year.

-Adam Sandler

I swear it’s not sour grapes when I say I don’t care about the extravagant meals and the bouquet of flowers that girls receive from their boyfriends on Valentine’s Day.

Ever since Otes and I got together, we’ve never really celebrated Valentine’s Day like how people, who kick a big fuss about Valentine’s Day, celebrate their Valentine’s Day.

(Disclaimer: Prior to my previous post, Pre-Valentines, I have to apologise for my lousy memory. The petals and Gucci pouches were for our Forth Year Anniversary. HAHA! To hell with Vday. I don’t even remember what we did on Vday. Hohoho.)

I’ve been staying at Sissy Tan’s place since Monday because her husband is overseas, thus I will be dining with her every night.

Sissy Tan kept telling me I can dine with Otes on Tuesday and that she’s fine with it and what’s not. I had no idea why she kept asking me if I’d be meeting Otes on Tuesday, until I asked her why and she told me it’s Valentine’s Day.

-_-“

CHEY~!

OTES AND I DON’T NEED TO CELEBRATE VDAY ONE LA.

Look at what he sent me!

WHAT IS THIS?!

WHAT IS THIS?!!?!?

That’s rubbing salt on my wound before I even have any wound and thus causing a wound and letting the salt rubbed on earlier to hurt my wound.

WHAT IS THIS?!

On a side note, I always heck care Otes and go to bed without telling him, and this time he threatens to beat me.

Ok back track, I saw a guy holding a bunch of balloons that read ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ when I was on my way back to the office from lunch and I decided to message Otes telling him I want balloons.

HAHAHA!

-_-

-_-

-_-

I was mouthing what the fuuuucccckkk when I saw his reply.

Ok la, not mouthing, I whispered it. HAHA. OK LA. I SAID IT. BUT NOT VERY LOUDLY. Just loud enough for a colleague to hear, and she was standing in front of me in the lift, and I couldn’t control my laughter and started laughing to myself in the lift.

HAHAHA.

Now that colleague probably thinks I scolded her for standing in front of me. HAHAHA.

And you wonder why I don’t celebrate Vday (what an excellent occasion to trick boyfriends into buy random gifts!).

HOW TO CELEBRATE VDAY WHEN OTES CAN LEAD EVERYTHING TO HIS PENIS AR?