i am blessed

i am the most blessed person i know

i got many well wishes from my friends and relatives and colleagues

im 32 today. i still think im 23.

i'll forever think im 23.

and i think im forever 23.

i simply like that number. it is everywhere.

i could never have guessed my husband loves me very much.

yes of course everyone's husband loves the wife you say

yes and i said i couldnt have known becos i was a rather disgrunted wife

i disgruntle about him many times.

always about small stuff and i quitely stay unhappy about small things.

that all changed last week.

i was testing out an old mobile phone with his SIM card.

all that was left in his "in box" are messages from me.

and they are messages that only meant something to the 2 of us.

like i would tell him i wanna grow old with him, wake with next to him, put night cream for him before bed.

of course i perhaps only did once or twice -- putting night cream for him.

but i meant it that i want to grow old with him.

and that message was like 3 years old and it is still sitting in his "in box".

as for me, took for granted all these small stuff.

he left a present for me on the table, together with a balloon.

balloon. like a kid's party.

ok.

next.

my parents.

they are so sweet. they gave me ang bow.

and asked me out for dinner.

they were not like this before.

next.

my relatives.

my aunties smsed me BD greetings. like first thing in the morning.

they are quite illiterate with english and software applications but they sent me MMS.

something remarkable for them.

next my cousins.

they hand make cards, wrote notes. and one thing struck me was the personal touch from them.

then my old friends and ex-colleagues.

and an old BF.

many

waited for the clock to strike after 12, they sent me BD wishes.

you know, i am touched.

becos i am really rather old. and i still get theses sweet things meant for a teen.

my colleagues bought me a mini-cake. all for me.

make me make a wish.

i wished for everyone to experience love.

i wished for everyone to have their hearts touched.

to know that there is love.

that is my BD wish for everyone.

next is one old friend.

she sent me a t-shirt with 11 white sheeps and one red sheep.

it reads: "dare to be different"

i love it. though i feel that the red sheep should be black.

becos those who dared to be differnt is ususally called the black sheep of the family.

my future boss asked me to book a dinner and he will join me and my friend.

he said dinner is on him.

i declined nicely and told him that the greatest gift he has for me was that he believed in me.

so, people.

my humble slogan has always been--

"i have so much love to give as i have so much love received"

so thank you everybody.

my birthday... 23rd NOV. we had an early celebration with my relatives. one very heartwarming gathering.. you know, our family's birthday song is kind of a re-mix with some rap echo effect. they will sing in english, mandarin and lastly teochew! we always burst out laughing in the end. hei hei.  

it's called the "four colour" game. something like mahjong but a little more complicated. this game is more or less "lost" as no one below 40 i know could play or could teach 

cooking along the corridor 

I seldom cook, but when i do, i would cook with good old charcoal and stove. the soup is fantastic and meat tender soft.  

Beautiful BOY!! Yong Kang 

Tepanyaki Lunch! new friend- CANDY 

don't kill the messenger

don't kill the messenger

why do many people like to shoot the messenger when they've got a news they dont like.

at my office, lunch is provided daily. this is becos my place at jurong is very ulu. we've got to take a bus to find food. plus, lunch hour is officially noon to noon-thirty. 30 mins but no one really follows. we just eat and talk. that's the only time i could unwind a little. you know, work is really taking all my focus and energy. i've got an old shoulder injury that is aching now... been well for like.. 8 years,, and now becos im tired, it's aching.. need a massage.

k,, about shooting the messenger. we have to give our lunch order by 10am sharp. once the clock ticks 10.01, the aunty will not take any orders. sometimes when we work, we forget the time. obviously if a worker works and forget the time means that he is a good worker. and that is me, i think work is more important than lunch. many times, they have to peel me from my work station to ask me for lunch. so anyway i was saying-- there is this nice young chap, he is young and still very nice (as in kind). he would take orders for those regulars (my gang). they would shout (ask aloud) - what's for lunch today? what's the menu? and he would rattle on whatever that's on menu. then they would go "AI YA!! SAME OLD BORING STUFF! EVERY DAY EAT THE SAME THING, CANT THEY HAVE SOMETHING ELSE" and this goes on for as long till i intervened. you see , i hate it when kind people who are doing a favour bear the brunt of hostility. eventhough this is mild, i still dont like it. so one day i joked- AI YA DONT KILL THE MESSENGER, if you're not happy, you've got to go order lunch yourself. then i demonstrated that i am grateful that there is first of all, lunch provided, secondly, someone kind enough to remind me about ordering lunch so that i dont miss the boat. with me happily saying thank you to the boy, eventually the complaints stopped.

dont kill the messenger. kill yourself maybe.