Brought the girls to Earth Cafe @ Upper Thomson yesterday night.
Was surfing online for pets apparels and houses. Saw so many cute stuff for both my babies... Must save up and buy for them soon... There are so many choices and designs. I must wait for pay day then buy three or four pieces for them.... hahahaha....
Another week to my beautiful cutie pie's birthday, feel so sad that I did not have the time to celebrate her birthday and throw her a big party. I promised myself to do it this year since I did not last year but in the end I still did not throw her a party due to many constrains.... *sad face*
Should I take up Muay Thai or just continue with my Yoga sessions? (I have abandoned them 2 years ago since school started) Or should I just pay for gym membership in the same club as my colleague and workout together?
Chopper attack after complaint over cold chicken rice
Incident stuns diners at Smith Street
April 09, 2008
A CHICKEN rice chef allegedly went berserk on Sunday night in Chinatown, slashing a customer with a chopper after he had complained that the chicken served was too cold, reported the Lianhe Wanbao.
The incident happened at 8.40pm, just as the dinner crowd was out in full force at the stall in Smith Street. Stall helpers had taken back the customer's dish after his complaint, allegedly dunking his chicken into hot soup to warm it up. They also told the customer he need not pay for his meal. But the man, who was there with his girlfriend, remained unsatisfied. Eyewitnesses said he walked up to the glass counter separating the kitchen from the dining area and scolded the chef, and allegedly challenged him to a fight.
One eyewitness, Mr Tan K C, a lawyer in his 40s, claimed: 'The customer was hurling vulgarities, scolding the chef's father and mother.'
The chef kept silent and continued working as the dinner crowd looked on stunned.
He ignored the customer's taunts but, as the man turned to leave with his girlfriend, the chef snapped. He charged outside with his chopper and allegedly ambushed the customer as he was walking down the road, slashing him on his back and thigh.
CHEF TURNS HIMSELF IN
The customer collapsed, bleeding profusely, as his hysterical girlfriend scrambled around for tissue and cloth to stop the bleeding. Eyewitnesses said the chef looked shocked afterwards and fled, before returning later to turn himself in. In the meantime, the customer was taken to the Singapore General Hospital (SGH).
The chef started working at the stall about four years ago. Helpers at the chicken rice shop said the chef would often buy food for them or treat them when he won the lottery.
'He was always joking around,' said Mr Andy Puah, 26, a stall assistant.
Mr Tan said the customer was about 1.8m tall and weighed about 90kg. A police spokesman said they recived a call at 8.40pm about a fight at Smith Street. When they arrived, a man in his 40s was found with injuries on his back and thigh. The spokesman added that the police later arrested a man in his 60s.
Investigations are ongoing.
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Personally, I think the customer had it coming. What's the big deal right? Just a cold plate of rice or chicken. The stall people had already offered to heat it up and best of all, he got his chicken rice for FREE. What more to ask right?!
You may argue that maybe the customer had a bad day or had a big fight with the girlfriend or something earlier on or whatever, but that does not give him the right to scold someone's parents, best part over a miserly plate of chicken rice! Who would not be pissed immediately? I would definitely F*** him big time, stupid jerk! If he had the guts, why not just wait for him to get of work and challenge him face to face or even better complainhis attitude to the boss or someone who could do something about it.
Apparently, he's just one of those people who belong to the group NATO "No Action Talk Only". ha! He deserved it.
Anyways, apparently, I think the chef had a even worst day than him and it's just his luck. *smirk*
It's pretty tiring being a hawker already, with all the heat and oil and picky people.
(I'm one of them sometimes. runs away in fear of being stoned)
To ice the cake, this jerk comes along and the carefully buried anger and frustration got let loose, the volcano erupted.
I'm not encouraging the venting of anger in such a violent manner, however, I think that one should be able to manage your emotions properly. Attend anger management class if the need arises. :P
Remember my last post on friends? I guess it was all on my own willingness on my part that I thought some of the people were my best friends, when I was more of a utility and pleasure based friend to them. Those people whom I used to be less intimate with, have surprisingly became closer in terms of friendship with me. Hopefully, it's not just my own thinking and willingness again.
I have noticed that certain things have changed ever since I have started night classes. These so called best friends seem to me that they are alright and understand my stand but if they do, I would not be feeling this way today and knowing certain things that perhaps I should not know. I'm grateful I did forget to give them my new mobile number.
The first few people which I thought about during important events in my life were them and upon invitation to celebrate the joyous occasion, came excuses that did not even require a second to churn up, Oh, really??? congrats ya, I have to work OT or I will not be in town so you have fun ya.... While the others who have been closer to me now, answered Yes, I'll try to be there asap or I'm not feeling well so I'll just hang around for a short while then go home and rest if it's alright with you.
The latter are the replies that I thought I would have gotten but instead they disappoint me and brought my friendship with other group whom are old friends, just don't used to be so close before, to greater heights. Well, from now on, all I can do is beware not to get hurt due to friendships and wear my glasses when I see people.
One condolence though, I still have my favorite people of all times, MY FAMILY & DOGS!!!!
Thank GOD for them. :)
This is so so cool...
Only in my dreams my Suki will do this. Well but at least she responds by licking my face and lips when possible... *giggles*
It was cute and funny. Worth the price since it relaxes both of us and prepares us for the new week.
The only character that I did really fancy was the kangaroo mum (right). So bossy and domineering. Imagine Horton could just crush her with his big toe..... hahahaha... *evil cackles*
Somemore cute and funny photos:
Another thing... Check out the official webbe too.. got very cute games... kekekeke
YES !! I got this phone at last. It is my new favourite toy. Not at a cheap price though and apparently it's out of stock and A bought the last two phones. hehehehe.... so happy, it was a gift for the 'directionless' me :p
I know I might sound like a 'tortoise in a well' (direct translation) but this phone is so cool. It's even got Quickoffice and Adobe Reader functions so I can do some of my reading or paperwork on the run too... not that I do that, but who knows, I might be forced to use it someday , if my boss gives me hell of a great time at work. *slap head for you* yes, I seem like a dork now... Thanks.. :p
Story By: Anonymous
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal carstopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into ourhome. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happybridegroom.This was the scene ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water:
we had a kid;
I went into business and tried to make more money.
When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ease.
She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to been viably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so. I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture,O.K.? I've got something to do in the company.Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her.
At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.
Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slightlyjoking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer,because my heart had gone to Dew.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to
Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.
She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible.
Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?
This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement,that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger.
So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But Isuddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain.
Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid Iwould change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms,walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy. I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision.
I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious. She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more.
Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card.
I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out everymorning until we are old
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Quote: 'Never take someone for granted cos u'll wake up one day and realise u've lost a Diamond while collecting Stones...'
Isn't it a touching story?! This is what it should be. "...Till death do us part..." *smile*
Just received a piece of disheartening news.
I was a wee bit disappointed as things have not turned out the way I would have liked it for one. But then again all these are not actual facts since I only hear from one side of the story and would not be able to find out know how this story will continue.
It's a business world where dog eats dog and whoever is stronger will survive. I just hope that things will turn out to be fine , there will not be any awkwardness and relationships will stay on rock hard grounds, and lastly this reputable name so far will not be too tarnished at the end of it.
Actually I can read a map just not very good at it. I have comments that I absolutely have a terrible sense of direction and sad to say I totally say so myself. After watching the new Nokia commercial yesterday night on discovery channel.
I am contemplating to get this phone, the new Nokia 6110 navigator:
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Just another thought.... Must-read book/books : 'Why Men don't listen and women can't read maps' by Allan & Barbara Pease. Coincides with the topic hur... hehehehe....
Actually their series of "self-improvement" books are nice to read and some parts are kinda funny too.
Another one which I read which I prefer better than the previous one is 'Why men lie and women cry".
Go get it and enjoy your quiet moments with a nice warm cuppa. Cheers!!!!
How infuriating.... the dieting stuff that I have ordered online from the U.S is still not here yet. No wonder I still feel my fat cells expanding and colonising my already plump body... sobs... They even dare to email me this:
"Seven days ago we shipped your order #ABCDEFG from our warehouse as quickly as we could. You deserve the best possible service and our goal is to give it to you! The order should arrive any day now if it hasn't already."
I hope the stuff arrive this week then I can start on my dieting and exercise regime... No... not couching out in front of the TV, really find time to at least workout at home, doing some crunches, stretching and push-ups the 'pussy' way as my guy friends so politely point out, or even go for a swim or jog when my schedule allows me to.
Must cut down on the drinks and sugary stuff which I can't possibly live without...*whines*
Result: A svelte body and healthy lifestyle.... hopefully
I'm not a big fan for fantasy movies and stuff but I'm a sucker for fantasy movies that has a good critic to it. Movies like LOTR and the recent Spiderwik chronicles. It was a good movie with all the adventure and of course the touching scenes in it. It surrounds a plot of family ties and the power of a dark secret unleashed.
It is indeed a movie that is well animated in terms of the characters in it. There are particular scenes that I loved and thought it was absolutely dream-like if I was the character in it....
Thimbletack, one of the cute characters that has a nasty temper only to be removed by drinking loads of honey.... How cute, I mean diabetic is that???!!!!
A water sprite (something like a fairy) guards over one of the characters
The way they sort of camouflage in the flowers around you and fly out when
being told they could... so cute.....
Lastly one of the most touching scenes, undoubtedly those of family reunion is where both the old Spiderwick and the daughter are whisked away to an island where these sylphs dominate.
Nice ending to the film and good ol' adventure with magical and tear-dropping scenes. Worth the watch!!! At least that's my opinion.
Go catch it... it's in theatres now...
1. Friendship based on utility.
Utility is an impermanent things: it changes according to circumstances. So with the disappearance of the ground for friendship, the friendship also breaks up, because that was what kept it alive. Friendships of this kind seem to occur most frequently between the elderly (because at their age what they want is not pleasure but utility) and those in middle or early life who are pursuing their own advantage. Such persons do not spend much time together, because sometimes they do not even like one another, and therefore feel no need of such an association unless they are mutually useful. For they take pleasure in each other’s company only in so far as they have hopes of advantage from it. Friendships with foreigners are generally included in this class.
2. Friendship based on pleasure.
Friendship between the young is thought to be grounded on pleasure, because the lives of the young are regulated by their feelings, and their chief interest is in their own pleasure and the opportunity of the moment. With advancing years, however, their tastes change too, so that they are quick to make and to break friendships; because their affection changes just as the things that please them do and this sort of pleasure changes rapidly. Also the young are apt to fall in love, for erotic friendship is for the most part swayed by the feelings and based on pleasure. That is why they fall in and out of friendship quickly, changing their attitude often within the same day. But the young do like to spend the day and live together, because that is how they realize the object of their friendship.
3. Perfect friendship is based on goodness.
Only the friendship of those who are good, and similar in their goodness, is perfect. For these people each alike wish good for the other qua good, and they are good in themselves. And it is those who desire the good of their friends for the friends’ sake that are most truly friends, because each loves the other for what he is, and not for any incidental quality. Accordingly the friendship of such men lasts so long as they remain good; and goodness is an enduring quality. Also each party is good both absolutely and for his friend, since the good are both good absolutely and useful to each other. Similarly they please one another too; for the good are pleasing both absolutely and to each other; because everyone is pleased with his own conduct and conduct that resembles it, and the conduct of good men is the same or similar. Friendship of this kind is permanent, reasonably enough; because in it are united all the attributes that friends ought to possess. For all friendship has as its object something good or pleasant — either absolutely or relatively to the person who feels the affection — and is based on some similarity between the parties. But in this friendship all the qualities that we have mentioned belong to the friends themselves; because in it there is similarity, etc.; and what is absolutely good is also absolutely pleasant; and these are the most lovable qualities. Therefore it is between good men that both love and friendship are chiefly found and in the highest form.
That such friendships are rare is natural, because men of this kind are few. And in addition they need time and intimacy; for as the saying goes, you cannot get to know each other until you have eaten the proverbial quantity of salt together. Nor can one man accept another, or the two become friends, until each has proved to the other that he is worthy of love, and so won his trust. Those who are quick to make friendly advances to each other have the desire to be friends, but they are not unless they are worthy of love and know it. The wish for friendship develops rapidly, but friendship does not.
Aristotle The Nichomachean Ethics, 1155a3, 1156a16-1156b23
It happened many many Valentine's day ago when I was 18, and feeling lonesome on Valentine's Day. Having broken up with my bf of 2 years, I had no one to spend the day with, so I took a solitary walk at East Coast, bringing my sketchbook with me, thinking I could do some sketching to take my mind off my broken heart.
When I got there, the sky was already dark with the sun sending out the last few weak strokes of daylight across the horizon. There isn't much to see. I sat down and stared for several long minutes out at the vast open sea, my thoughts jumbled and confused.
A sudden idea came to me and I opened up my sketchbook. Drawing a deep breath, I began composing a letter to myself.
Dear P.L (my initials),There is no use pondering on what had gone wrong. Perhaps the two of you were never meant to be. Put your sweet memories down in this paper and keep them where it is, and let the waves wash away the bad ones.. I went on to write down all the good times we had with each other, and wrote down all the bad memories I had of him on a separate paper. Tearing off my sheet with all the sweet memories, I began to look around for a bottle.
Locating an empty coke glass bottle (those that are hard to find these days), I rolled up my letter of sweet memories and push it into the bottle. It took me ages to find a cork on the beach to seal it with. Next I took a stroll on the beach to find a good hiding place for my memories, and finally choose to bury my bottle under a rock, which some smart guy had manage to carve his love for another girl on.
Remy Loves Gina
it says and he enclosed it with a heart.
'Very well, Remy and Gina, you shall both be the keeper of my secrets'
I muttered as I dug a hole 3 feet deep to place my bottle in. To complete my ritual of letting go, I tore off my letter of bad memories and walked towards the sea. I watched the piece of paper drifted away on the tide, further and further, until it can no longer be seen. I left feeling very much better.
I totally forgot about my bottle of memories until about 3 years later when I went to east coast again, which happens to be on Valentines Day. I was dating someone casually then, and as I was walking by certain spot with him, a sense of déjà vu hit me and I stood there wondering why until I spotted the token of love carved onto the rock. Immediately I started digging away until I reached my bottle. It was dirty but still relatively dry inside. When I shook out my letter to show my then date, I was astounded to see a few pieces of paper fell out together with my letter.
There was first a serviette (MacDonalds) and rather yellow, as my letter was. Taking it up, I read the words off the crumpled serviette:
Dear P.L,What a wonderful idea! I don't have any sweet memories to put down, but I sure hope you felt better after sending away your bad memories. One day you will love again, and make some lucky guy very happy.Cheers T.S14/02/1998
I was stupefied. Someone saw me bury my memories that night! Picking up the other 2 pieces of paper, I went on to read them.
Dear P.L,I have fallen out of love. She left me for someone else, but I don't blame her. I will always...
I continue to read the memories of this stranger. They were very poignant, and even though he left no instructions for anyone not to read, I felt I was intruding on his privacy. The ink smudged a fair bit, which made it hard for me to read..
it is raining now (which explains the smudges), and I shall now sent away my bad memories of you and me to the sea, to be forgotten and drowned Shattered T.S14/02/2000
That was one year ago. Too surprised to do anything, I stuffed the letters back in the bottle and reburied it. I refused to tell my date anything, and he shrugged it off like nothing happened.
Later that day, I secretly went down to the beach again and wrote a letter to T.S.
Dear T.S,
My, was I surprised to see your letters. Did you saw me that night so many years ago? Anyway I hope you are fine now and living happily. Love will find you someday, or maybe it already did.
Best Wishes, P.L 14/02/2001
I contemplated signing off as Perina Lee for a moment and leaving my contact, but changed my mind as I kind of like the mystery. I buried the bottle hurriedly and contemplated waiting to see if T.S will show up with a letter this time. In the end I had to leave to meet my date for our romantic dinner, and again, I forgot all about this matter till the Valentine of 2002, about the same time I started seeing a guy call Trevor.
On the morning of Valentines day that year, I made my way to the beach early in the morning to the now familiar spot and started digging. This time I was surprised to find not only my bottle there, but another 2 other bottles, one Heineken and the other Tiger beer with letters stuffed in them as well. But first I retrieved my own bottle of memories, and honestly I'm not sure what I expected to find. A reply from the mysterious T.S perhaps? The bottle was quite full this time round, and it soon became clear why. I had 2 additional letters from the owners of the respective bottles who thanked me for my idea, and hope they don;t mind if I share my spot with them. Did T.S tell them about this place? Or did someone spot me again? I didn't know. I didn't really mind that fact that my letter might have been read a few times by total strangers this time. I looked at the other 2 bottles, and decided to respectfully leave them alone. Then I remembered T.S and look through the letters for his reply.He didn't disappoint me.
Dear P. L,
Thanks for your response. I have gotten over her, and I'm seeing someone new. You helped me let go of her and give me a measure of courage to start loving again. I hope you find happiness for yourself too.
Cheers T.S 14/02/2002
I smiled and took up my writing pad after I removed all the letters except the one with his and my memories from the bottle.
Dear T.S,
So glad to hear that I've help in some way to help you move on. I just started seeing someone new too and it looks promising. Take care.. and I would really love to hear from you in the future
Best Regards, P.L 14/02/2002
I sealed the bottle again.Time flew as my relationship with Trevor grew and blossom over the years. We were very much in love. On the Valentine of 2005, I made my way to my spot again in the afternoon, with the intention of writing another letter to T.S to tell him I found the love of my life, my then fiance Trevor. In additional to the original bottles, I found another 3 more, though there were no more letters addressed to me. Except one from T.S, marked last year:
Dear P.L,
I found the love of my life. I'm sure of it this time. After 2 years together, there has never quite been another woman like her. She is the only one I can picture spending the rest of my life with. I'm planning to marry her. Although I have never met you, I just want you to know that I found your letter of bad memories on the beach the same day you wrote it. Since you had the letter of sweet memories buried somewhere, I felt curious enough to find it, and I took a shot at Remy and Gina's rock. Without your letter of bad memories, I would have never found your bottle.Thank You P.L for your letters, and I will remember you and your letters forever. May you find your love soon.
Best Regards, T.S 14/02/2004
In which I replied, not without a hint of sadness, because it sounds like he will not be writing to me again:
Dear T.S,
I don't know if you will ever read this, but if you do, I want to let you know I'm sincerely happy for you. I too have found the love of my life and I have agreed to marry him. There is no one quite like him, and I am convinced that this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life loving. How I wish you would be able to attend our wedding. Looks like I have my ex boyfriend to thank for our friendship. No matter what, I wish you all the best in your future, with the one you love.
Best Wishes,
P.L 14/02/2005
With that, I buried my final letter to T.S and left Remy & Gina to watch over our memories.I got married to Trevor on Valentine's Day the following year and, and even during my wedding, my bottle of memories was on the corner of my mind. I felt rather then wish that T.S was there too during my ceremony, soaking in my happiness with me, and with the woman he love.
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Omg... I have totally forgotten about sending my car in for servicing till 'A' reminded me to. Actually, I remembered, it's just that it's so troublesome in terms of the time taken for it to be done. I actually have to go down to Champion motors at Pandan Crescent and it will take me three hours at least.
Major issue, I have to spend money on taking cab from there to office and after work cab there again to collect my car so I can rush off for classes... Argh.....!!!!!
In view of the up and coming NATAS travel fair, here are some tips that I have personally acquired throughout the years of listening to post-travel tales of my friends and a little small traveling myself:
1) Always pre-plan what are the kind of activities you would like to do before deciding on the destination. Example: shopping : Hongkong, Thailand, Taiwan. If you can't decide on the activities you want to do, decide on a few countries you would like to visit then borrow a 'Lonely Planet' book and check out the places in that country you wanna visit then decide.
2) Get a pair of walkie talkie that can go up a certain distance and of course some batteries so that you can get updated with your pals in case you got lost.
3) Do not bring your whole wardrobe or packets of instant noodles for your holiday and bring appropriate clothes for the season. It is not as if you are going to an isolated island with no shops that sell clothes and food. Besides travelling to a new destination is to soak up the culture and that includes the food and fashion of the country. The extra space is saved for your shopping 'trophies'.
Free & easy tours
1) Plan to go on a trip with no more than 4 people. The last thing you would want to do is to have a small squabble over who wants to go where and waiting for each other to arrive at the specified spot. Best part is you may have a partner going to this certain place with you (so you won't be bored to tears since you can only mumble yourself if you are alone) and chat or discuss about stuff. If you are alone in deciding to go this certain place, either go yourself or compromise to the rest of the group; later super persuade them to go with you.
2) Save on the expensive five-star hotel fees and check yourself into the cheapest and clean motel, backpackers' hotel. You would rather spend your hard-earned cash on visiting the 'always crowded' tourist attractions or shop. Besides, the only time you will spend in a hotel is to sleep; that is if you are not going to a resort like Bali just to get away from the 'human traffic'.
3) Budget your expenditure and bring cash and credit cards. Credit cards for emergencies and cash for daily use. You do not want to have to worry about how to pay your credit card bills or loans after your holiday break, in which case, you will regret going for this holiday and tend to forget the good parts of it. Why make yourself suffer when the well-deserved holiday break is to refresh you mentally.
4) Hit the anti-tourist routes aka the local places for food and clothes, they tend to be much cheaper and better tasting.
5) Some places for shopping in some countries do not take to bargaining very well so check on the net or your borrowed 'lonely planet' before attempting to get chased down the block by chopper waving vendors.
6) Make some friends with some locals who speak English and are generally nice (you will know who they are but do not trust them too much since they are your new-found friends). They will help you soak up the essence of the country and when you visit next time you will have a friend there to hang out with.
Package tours
1) Pick out the best bargain package as in you get to visit tonnes of places with that miserable amount of money you have.
2) Do not be an ass and embarrass yourself , get back to the group when the time is up.
3) Rest early after the long day since you have to wake up early for the itinerary that has been set for you the next day. Have a night cap at the local night spots before hitting the sheets to help you sleep better.
4) Do not buy stuff from the shops that the tour guides bring you to since the same things can be bought at a much cheaper price at other stores that you walk in yourself. They will 'chop' up your wallet. Unless you really like the stuff and you will not have time to shop by yourself.
5) Do not get typical souvenirs like key chain, stuff toy, mugs and stuff. Get something that is special and made in that country.
6) Help out other people in the group when they need, it's only nice. Who knows you might get yourself a new traveling pal.
Well... I think that's it for now.... ENJOY YOUR HOLIDAYS !!!!
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