One of our guests from Friday night smsed me on Friday afternoon to check that (i) we knew who Cheer Chen was, and (ii) we would be available to go for her 'A Piece of Summer' Concert at Max Pavilion on Saturday.

So we got to Singapore Expo slightly after 7pm and had Burger King for dinner, and made our way through the City Harvest Crowd, just like the earlier Mayday Final Home Concert.

But unlike the Mayday Concert, the crowd was rather smallish. Probably about half of Mayday's.
The people in the crowd were different too. Less rowdy, if you will.

We found our seats, not very far from the stage but already 2/3 of the crowd depth from the 1st row.
And waited.

Meanwhile, we realised that there was a kid, about 4-5 years old sitting behind us with his mother. You can see the mother in this picture.

Finally, the concert started... No opening band...
Thought maybe Mayday would have done her a favour coz they recently did a number together.

WOOOO... Here she comes...

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At this point, with the music starting, the kid behind us began to talk even more loudly coz he probably thought since he couldn't hear his own voice, his mother probably couldn't either.

I turned around and diao-ed the mother a couple of times.

While the mother started to whisper to her son (she obviously knew they were being a nuisance), she didn't stop her son from shouting successfully.
And this went on for a few songs.

We had to shift ourselves to some vacant seats a few rows in front. And so did some guys who were sitting beside the kid.

I mean... Seriously...

Yeah... It's cool that you wanna be a cool parent by bringing your kid to a concert, but not at the expense of other people?!

And this ain't no rock concert, hokay?!
Ms Cheer Chen was solo on stage with her acoustic guitar and her naked voice, when your kid was asking so many questions about her headpiece, her dress, her everything, and you were crunching your plastic bags!

If you cannot even be civilised about social interaction, then why the fuck are you parenting?!

I seriously think cinema operators/concert organisers ought to disallow children below certain age for certain type of movies/performances.
Not every single show is Disney on Ice.
KNN... =_=
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Ok, back to 'A Piece of Summer' and Ms Cheer Chen...

Actually, I have only heard 2 of her songs.



And I hear these are mostly her own works.

The concert is obviously not an expensive affair.
As usual, the sound at Max Pavilion is lousy.
The stage set-up was minimally, making use of some large LED screens with consistently moving screensaver-like images.


Actually, the entire feel is like walking into a huge lomograph exhibit with music playing rather loudly.

This is the first time I see any a plant-decorated mike stand.
I think it is to complement her ethereal 'white-ruffles-dress with jeans' look.


After a while, it was apparent that her songs all sounded similar. (At some point, she was singing in French? In an Amelie kind of way...)
And because of the way she sang, her voice was more part of the music (like how the bass, the drums blended together), rather than a 'lead' in the ensemble, if you know what I mean...

Not very intriguing for a concert.
If there was meant to be any sort of 'quiet energy', I didn't feel it at all. Sorry, man...

But I must point out that the texture of the otherwise bland music was generated by this accordion.


While 'Good Fren' insisted that her band's drummer (not in pic) had to be from 动力火车, we heard her introducing this other drummer as '小白'.

About 1 hour into the concert, around the time they did the 'Sentimental Kills' number, we left and headed to East Coast Park for some coconuts.

On Thu night, we did some night shopping at Great World City, came home and vacuumed the place a little. Went to sleep about 1am.

On Fri evening, 'Good Fren' dropped me off at home to prepare Package A while he went to Bugis Junction to get some real food.


Because of the rain, the guests started arriving only after 8.30pm. By the time they got here, they were really hungry.

Somehow, I felt that because I no longer work in the same organisation as them, it makes the conversation more candid.
Either that or we have become more familiar with one another.

Actually, I think it's because of...

While there were 6 of us, only 3 were really drinking.
5 bottles amongst 3 people in 4 hours.

I guess it's ok.

Just feel like adding this song from 881 at this point of the entry...


Before going for my facial at noon, we took out the bottles and left them by the common chute this noon.
'Good Fren' said he met the neighbour in the afternoon who offered us his collection of reds coz he saw 'potential' in us.
HO HO HO!!

Last night, one of the guests passed us pair of tix to Cheer Chen's concert at Max Pavilion tonight.
I is gonna put up the laundry and embark on our Journey to the East. WOO HOO!!!

FWAH... More than 80 people have added themselves to the Blinkymummy's Blog Group on Facebook in 24 hours!

I didn't expect young girls in their early 20s to be reading my blog. This is quite refreshing to me!!

If you haven't, you faster get onto Facebook too!!


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A photo studio has invited the ging gang (i.e. 'Good Fren', Blinky, Tiger and me) to take some 'family' pics!!
So cool!!
We will be going next Saturday!! So exciting!!
Think they wanna use our pics for marketing purposes...
I'll make sure they censor 'Good Fren's eyes... as usual... =P

This thing about small businesses asking Blinkymummy to do this and that... I will usually oblige if I have the time to, especially for seedling businesses.

The other day someone asked me why I would bother to blog when it hadn't made me any money.

Of course, I'd love to make some extra cash out of my blog, if I could! I is poor!! Blinky is on special diet these days... Very expensive!!

But seriously, the most precious gift that this blog has brought me is the human connection.
In that sense, I is UBER FILTHY RICH!!
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Random bit of trivia... It's quite confusing but it's quite intriguing...

My cousin heard from his mother and told me at lunch that my mother received a call from our former maid, who's in Indonesia, that early Tuesday morning, my mother's current maid had a man, whom she had met earlier at the hospital while tending to my dying grandfather, in her room.

Police had to come get the man and maid lor!! DRAMA!!

Apparently, the former maid wants to come back to work for my mother. Hence, the enthusiasm. GEDDIT?!

Maid Politics!!
Her friends in the neighbourhood must have tipped her off!

FREAKING BIZARRE!!

Ok, I is officially a Facebook Addict!!
AAARRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!

This may be worse than smoking...

In any case, I just (tonight) started a group called Blinkymummy's Blog so that there is a space (apart from this blog) where you can interact with one another.
Some of you have been reading my blog for the past 2 years. With that, I'm sure if you get to know one another, there will most definitely be at least some common topics eh?

Look for the Blinkymummy's Blog Group at this link: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=7451440305

I'm not kidding... I found quite a few old friends on Facebook.
It's pretty amazing!
And somehow, Facebook is more real than Friendster. Think it's because Friendster had some loading problem back then.

You know, I always had the notion that since Singapore is so damn small, that everyone ought to know one another.
This deters animosity, even if you don't exactly like the other person. It's always easier to exploit someone you dunno.

So, let's start by using an All-American product (Facebook) to achieve our 1-Singapore, 1-World ideal!! HO HO HO!!

Reading the recent ruckus about Jet Li's alleged illiteracy makes my blood boil.

Seriously, who cares whether Jet Li is indeed illiterate?
He is not a Chinese/English Language Teacher, is he?

We just need him to punch air/people forcefully and jump around on screen. If he is really illiterate, then not being literate has not made his moves any less slick.

In fact #1, the kind of understanding obtained through non-literate means may be different from that through literate means. Because every medium of communication adds its own unique biasness to the process of understanding.
And this difference may have contributed to Mr Jet Li's understanding, allowing him to be exceptional.

In fact #2, I bet there are many literate people who have not been able to execute his moves as deftly, despite being able to read and all that jazz.
Because reading and understanding are 2 separate processes.

Just like how being intelligent and educated are 2 separate phenomena. Receiving an education doesn't make one more intelligent. The education is meant to equip one with knowledge of facts and methods.
Intelligence enables one to understand and make use of this knowledge. Of course, there are other factors such as maturity/attitude/luck at play to ensure a fruitful and 'successful' outcome.

In fact #3, if Mr Jet Li had spent his younger days learning to read and write a lot, his life decisions might have been influenced, and he wouldn't be who he was today.

In view of the above, it is not difficult for any average human being to realise that the ability to read and write is really merely one small part of the entire process.
And in some fields, such as Mr Jet Li's, this ability is really not that crucial.

So, what has illiteracy got to do with Mr Jet Li's success of one of the best, if not the best, KungFu Star of the Universe?!

(Btw, notice I have chosen a pic of him with a shaven head? =P)

Facebook has crazy dynamics.
It's like an Applications Orgy.
At first, I felt really bad not accepting the Application Invites from friends. But after a while, it dawned upon me that nobody really gives a shite.
HO HO HO!!!


Eh... These applications have real life impact, ok!
Not only do people obsessed over their online pets, one of my girlfriends got rather dulanz with her boyfriend because he 'kissed' some chick on Facebook.
I guess... Like how Marijuana is considered a Gateway Drug to other hardcore stuff, a Facebook Kiss could be a gateway action to other undesirable behaviour, and hence ought to be stemmed vehemently!

Someone told me he would only include people he already knew as his 'Friends'. I dunno about you, but I also include people whom I do not know in the flesh life.
I mean, why the need to be so selective?!
Not like friends you get to know in the flesh life are more real than those online.

It's also strange to observe that X has included Y as part of his 'Friends' when X had explicitly bad-mouthed Y earlier.
So I guess, Facebook Friends may not be real friends afterall.

My favourite function in Facebook is 'Friends in Common'.
It's a nice surprise to find out that your long time friends X and Y actually know each other.

And I found a Group called St Nicks Class of 1992!!
I thought I was seeing things when I found it.
It's quite funny how we try to figure out who one another is because some have adopted new names, while others just look different.

Going through other people's friends' network is fun!
I realise that people usually have friends from a few specific groups (work, church etc), whilst my collection seems to be from all over the shop at from different stages of my life.
I wonder if that says anything meaningful about relationship formation behaviour and character.
Times like these... I wish I had to the luxury to study the phenomenon carefully.

I wonder if Terrorists use Facebook.

Because of one of your suggestions, I decided to grow some grass for Tiger.

Bought the ready pack from some pet supplies shop.
Freaking hell... The instructions were all in Japanese.
We tried our best to make sense of it lor... It's not too complicated... Something like how we used to grow beansprouts for Primary School Science lessons.

Tiger looking interested?!!


MMMMMMmmmm....
CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP!!!


Blinky hasn't been too keen about grass...
He prefers watermelon, honeydew and durian!!

Went for 2 meetings today.

It's quite an experience to be on the other side of the huge meeting table, listening to public servants.
I tried not to laugh too loudly on many occasions.

At any exchange where 2 parties have different values and objectives, the solution is hardly ever a win-win.
The solution usually is a distorted version of the ideal for both, which ends up serving neither in a productive manner.

But sometimes, merely formalising a solution, any solution, is the solution.

So interesting!! I feel like a kid in a wonderland... Every new thing I see, hear and learn about makes the little voice in my head go,"WAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

LYRICS

This entry has nothing to do with the song above. I found the latter in a friend's blog, and decided to share it.
It's nice.
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2nd Day at work.
I finally found my workstation amidst a rather spartan office. I am surprised at the look and feel of the office. I've been too used to marble of different colour and texture.

I have forgotten how noisy it is to not be in a room with a solid door. I have forgotten how colleagues peek over the cube walls for a chat.
But I am reliving it now.
It's kind of refreshing.

I can't say it's humbling just because the room is now an exposed cube. The experience feels like a super glossy internship. I am fresh out of college again. My ingenuous self is back. I ask everyone questions. People who were Pri 5 when I was in Sec 4.
And because I asked, I found some really forthcoming people on my floor. Isn't this the cold hard private sector? Or is that an urban myth?

Almost everyone asked why I had given up my room with a door in exchange for a small cube at the corner.
It is simple.
That room with a door has become meaningless.
Not forgetting that there will always be other rooms with doors and stuff out there.
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After 5 years, I is gonna sell my little red car coz the new office is too near home and parking is crazily expensive.

5 years ago, I bought 'Fat Cat' coz I needed him to bring me to NUS after work for evening classes.
He has served me well.
This Saturday will probably be my last day with 'Fat Cat'.
I will feel a little sad to see him go this Saturday. =_=

But I'll try to think about the SGD1000+ per month that I am gonna save.

This morning, as we were ingesting our morning caffeine, 'Good Fren' loudly informed me of the following headlines:

"ONE in six people here suffers from some form of mental illness, and if Singapore follows the trend in other developed countries, the numbers are set to go up."

The article also said that a multi-ministry committee would be set up to tackle this issue.

Immediate Thoughts:

(1) I said to Miss Liang and Miss Clinic that night, "很多人都有病. 可能，我也不例外." And this statistic comes in handy.

The main issue is actually not that many people are afflicted with mental illness. The more important issue is that we are conscious of this fact. That we do not pretend it is not happening to others, or to ourselves.

(2) The multi-ministry committee would consist of more than 6 people?

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1st day of work... isn't really work.
We had an orientation briefing, and lots of form-filling.

Tomorrow, I shall go to my new division.
And hopefully do some real work.

I wanted to write something on the recent proposal to amend some rules so that people can die at home.

(A) Where is Your Place of Death?

The first article I saw captured my mind... It said...

"...in Singapore, statistics showed that 55 per cent died in hospitals and about 28 per cent died at home."

Erm... Ok... So the remaining 17% of deaths take place in???
On the streets of Singapore?
Are old folks' homes accounted under 'Hospitals'?

17% of annual total deaths of about 17,000 = 2,890 people!


(B) The Economics of Death

The debate on whether to die in Hospital vs Home has been circling around a couple of values as follows:

(1) The Familiarity Value
"90% of people wish to die at home," quoted anecdotally from Health Minister Khaw.

(2) The Convenience Value
"People die in hospitals for the same reason they stay in hospitals: they require skilled, round-the clock care," quoted from Angry Doc.

I think we are missing the bigger and only real picture which nobody wants to talk about, i.e.


Let's try a few Death scenarios within today's context ...

Scenario A - You are found dead at home. Your family (assuming they still bother to stay with you) calls 995 and within the standard response time, the paramedics arrive and are able to pronounce you as 'Dead'.
However, up to this point, if your family does not engage the services of a doc to certify your death is not of unnatural causes, the State Coroner will do it (cutting you up and stuff).

Scenario B - You are found dead at home. Your family (less panicky than the family above) calls the nearby GP to come pronounce you dead.

Scenario C - You die in the hospital/hospice etc, where there is a doc on duty 24-7.

So... If you want your body intact, it all boils down to the difference between (i) the cost of getting a doc to come to your house, vs (ii) how much the hospital/hospice charges for the same service within its own premises.

According to Angry Doc in his entry, the hospital is likely to provide a more comprehensive service (package?). The modern man loves packaged deals!! Probably can upsize or something.

Angry Doc's entry also touches lightly on other factors which ought to affect your Place of Death decision, e.g. the dignity of Death.
Does dying at home guarantee dignity?

Actually, we know so little about Death because we avoid thinking about it. Death, as with other important milestones in Life, e.g. Birth, First Day at School, Marriage etc, deserves equal, if not more thought and rationalisation.

And we better do it before the morbidity kicks in. Coz that affects our judgment.

Take cue.
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The above is merely argued from the individual's perspective.

I am thinking... From the administration's perspective...
Perhaps dying people take up too many precious bed spaces in the hospitals... Hence, the need to encourage more Home-Deaths.

Remember... We is Singapore... Space Constraint!!

And as with all space-related problems, there are usually 2 solutions when catering for large volumes:

(A) Encourage Multiple Use of the Same Space
In this case, Die in where you Lived.
This can be further refined by 2 factors, i.e. Space and Time.

(B) Designate Purpose-Built Spaces
This is, of course, rather unsavoury. Coz it's culturally unacceptable. Oredi, people are resisting hospices and old folks' homes.

If assuming, there were not cultural issues involved, this solution could also be further refined by 2 factors, i.e. Space and Time.

Hiyah... Now we see the problem...
Let's put our heads together and work towards a best solution for the average You and Me!

Our last day in Hong Kong.
We had wanted to have lunch with 大哥 to show him our appreciation for being such a great host, but our lunch was canceled because he had a last minute meeting. =_=

With about 4 hours to spare, we made our way to Causeway Bay.


We had no clue where to go for lunch and were wondering around aimlessly + totally famished, when 'Good Fren' saw a poster for 和三昧 or WA-SAN-MAI in Japanese.
He was intrigued, so we took the lift up to the 22nd floor of East Point Centre along Hennessy Road.


It's a rather atas establishment with teppanyaki chefs attending to at most 6 customers at each station.


We sat down and quickly ordered the set for 2.

And out of nowhere, a bib was slipped around 'Good Fren's neck.

There is some rather surreal about having a quiet moment and watching the crazy traffic move silently 22 floors away.


Goose Liver and some shell.
Goose Liver was oozing shiteloads of oil on the heated surface. I began to wonder if my liver was the same... Probably... =_=


Kobe Beef.
We didn't know the bread was meant for oil-absorbing only. The Chef had to stop us from eating it.
We are freaking suaku.

Our Chef was called Jimmy Chin. He's very swift and skillful.


Fried Rice and milky white Bean Sprouts to finish the meal.


And as usual, I washed all the food down with the appropriate beer. In this case, I had a Kirin.
YUMMY!!

After lunch, I felt like sleeping. Hee Hee Hee...

But we walked around a little instead...

Bought some stuff and saw a few angels, then made our way back to the apartment.


On our way back, I insisted that we looked out for this Sell-Anything shop along Hollywood Ave, coz I wanted to get something for 大哥 before we left.
And this is it!!!

A crockery drying rack!!
Coz I think his kitchenette is rather messy. PLUS since I had cleared out and re-arranged his fridge on Day 1, I might as well carried on with what I can.

TA-DAH!!! SO NEAT!!!

Now his apartment is complete.

He popped back from his super long meeting to make some instant noodles and to say goodbye to us.
When he saw the rack, he was rather happy and gave me a hug. He kept saying,"Why didn't I think of that?"

He also panicked a little coz he thought his crazy little sis threw away some stuff which belonged to his landlord.
HO HO HO!!!
I kept them in the cabinet lah!! The stupid onion hammock/boat thing sucks!

Because I didn't want to check in this cat-teaser, I held it in my way all the way from the apartment in Sheung Wan to the Hong Kong Station to the Hong Kong International Airport (where the officers at the X-Ray machine had some fun with it).

Even the air stewardess asked what it was.
I felt like the Pipe Piper or something.

The flight home was uneventful, though I must say the best Airline in the entire Universe still has got to be Singapore Airlines.
UA comes close... but with the tight fitting uniform lah...

Got back home before 1am.
Squeezed my cats very hard. I missed them.
Then I started unpacking.
Once you start, you cannot stop. =)))
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Getting away and visiting new places and people always teases the mind.

Because the space constraint in Hong Kong is so overwhelming, I couldn't help but to stare ludicrousness in its face on the plastic plane cabin wall during the 3+ hour flight.
Whoever is gonna say "We do not have space! We need to squeeze!' ought to take a look at the world map.
Freaking Hell... There is land everywhere.

Stop quarreling and start sharing oredi...
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Hong Kong - Day 1
Hong Kong - Day 2
Hong Kong - Day 3

We is super tired now... So tired that I can't even type properly!

大哥 says I'm a silly cuckoo bird.
Private joke... Nair Mind...

Because one of you said so, 'Good Fren' and I went to check out Luk Yu for lunch this noon.


We read that this establishment was uber authentic.

1. That it was tough to get a table coz many were reserved for regulars.
2. That if you didn't know what's on the menu, the waiters would snub you.
   
3. That if you were not Chinese, you ought to go with a Chinese friend.

We were super lucky to get a seat on the 3rd floor without waiting. Beside us was this table of super authentic Hong Kong elderlies.
I guess this is the 1st Generation Overseas Chinese look, which we will not be able to find in about 10-15 years.


Meanwhile, 'Good Fren' studied the thin-paper menu intensely. This red ink on translucent paper thing is very Chinese hor?!


We ordered quite a few items.


I must say that the service was surprisingly good.
You see the 2 baskets of translucent things? These were sweet stuff. The waiter highlighted this fact to us, just to ensure we knew what we were getting ourselves into.


While we were struggling with this lotus leaf rice...


Our waiter suddenly appeared and flipped it with such finesse.


YUMMY!!!


While we were looking at the menu, we tried to order Por Lor Bao and Cheong Fun, and were swiftly educated by the waiter who said that, along with the Chicken Feet thing, these were cheap stuff which Luk Yu did not carry.

=P We is suaku... Maciam insulted the establishment!
HO HO HO...

Actually, because of all of the above, Luk Yu is a wonderful choice to have tea in. Great Ambience. Great Food. Great Service.
Thanks for the recommendation!!

After being energised by Luk Yu, we wondered around to find the MTR to make our way to Mongkok for some shopping frenzy.
Saw this on some push cart along the streets.

Seriously, what is the appeal of this bag?!!
It's a very ugly bag. Looks like one of those bags which a Home Econs or Music Teacher will carry to school.
Btw, it costs HKD160 at this cart.

People in Hong Kong keep to the right if they were standing on the escalators.

And despite at least 50% of the MTR wall posters are devoted to Public Messages (anti-corruption, anti-mosquitoes, anti-littering etc), there are none reminding people to keep right on the escalators.
And yet, people do keep right on escalators.

After a short ride, we arrived at Mongkok.


Went to 女人街 and found the stupid bags again. =_=

Actually, I don't get the attraction of 女人街. Anybody who has been to Chatuchak Market in Bangkok ought to think so too.
BORING!!!

The hot hot weather got to us, so we sought air-conditioned relief in a 龟灵糕 shop.

This is such a chain lor!! The shop comes with internet access!!

With newfound moisture and 1000 yr old Chinese goodness in our systems, we started walking along Nathan Road like nobody's business.
The air was really bad. =_=

We kept saying 'NAH-den' Road. 大哥 corrected us and said that it was 'Nay-den' Road.
Please lor... We are Singaporeans!
When you see N-A-T-H-A-N, you pronounce it as 'NAH-den', understand?!

Think all cities with Chinese in the world inevitably look like this.


We hopped into 2% for some heavily-discounted t-shirts, and found this boy from Death Note 2.


HO HO HO!!
Look at what we found along Nathan Road?!
We were half-expecting the TVB actors to leap out of the building...


When we saw this poster!

This series is sponsored by ICAC leh!

I know we have series sponsored by Mindef and/or in consultation with other uniform orgs such as Lifeline + SCDF.
Somehow, these do not grab one's attention. Not sure whether it's the lack of good acting, good storyline or what...

Maybe they should do an series on Service Quality... Showing all frontline officers kena gan by members of public.

Talking about public lines...
As said earlier, we found many many public messages in all public spaces. Check out this banner in a park.

Anti-WAX-Burning sounds strange.
I guess being a largely Chinese community, the banner cannot read 'Anti-CANDLE-Burning' coz that would incite too many activists.

This banner was found at the entrance to what looked like their Hawker Centre.


I believe the use of popularised illustrations (cartoons/manga) such as 老夫子 does help with hitting home the message more effectively, regardless of age-group.
In Japan's Defence Ministry uses a Lolita to explain its defence policies.


The Gross Plot Ratios in Hong Kong are, in my honest opinion, crazy. Judging from the aging of the buildings, the GPRs must double every decade.

While we try to fit the inevitable everyone (citizens, PRs, Employment Pass Holders, Work Permit holders, dogs, cats, hamsters...) in Singapore Island, we really ought to study the impact of raising the GPRs.
If raising the GPRs is inevitable, what else can we do to ameliorate its impact?

We walked past many many school children.
I wonder how small their apartments are, and what they wish to become when they grow up.


The walkabout took hours with shopping and eating detours in-between, and ending around the waterfront in Tsim Shai Tsui.

You see... The Peninsula Hotel.

Yet another movie reminder.
In 'In the Mood for Love' 'Love Comrades', Tony Leung Leon Lai's auntie dreamt of her one and only date with her Ang Moh actor boyfriend at the Peninsula Hotel.
She stole some cutlery and table napkin, and kept them in a biscuit tin. *heart-clutching moment*

Apart from the usual luxury chains, there are the occasional quaint shops along Canton Road.



Then 'Good Fren' declared that he could walk no more and had to seek emergency foot massage services.
And we fell prey to this auntie handing out brochures along Canton Road.

We followed her some dingy staircase and was warmly greeted by Jackie Chan, Mr International Symbol of Legitimacy for Chinese Around The World.

We soaked in about 80 minutes of pure rejuvenation.


With our weariness kneaded away, we leapt back on the streets of Tsim Shai Tsui with gusto.



Mister Softee is not nice one... HO HO HO...


'Good Fren' thinks Hong Kong's traffic policeman looks quite sart. I suspect it's due to the stripes and colours stucked on the bike and the uniform.
It's like how Ah Beng think by sticking pics on their cars, that the machines would work faster.


Out of the blue, we spotted this restaurant called 糖朝, which he patronised the last time he was in Hong Kong.


The concept and decor were rather sleek.



'Good Fren' studied the menu carefully because he was rather hungry, but we didn't wanna spend too much tummy space on the mains... This establishment is good for dessert mah!


So we order some usual stuff like Cheong Fun (finally!), porridge (the liver was so tender, we didn't dare to ask what they had done to it!), bitter gourd + beef (dun ask... 'Good Fren's random choice!), a Zong Zhai Rice with Chicken, and of course... in such cheena kong moments... I had to order Tsing Tao beer.


While the look and feel of the place were really impressive, the service was so-so only... The waiter who took our orders didn't tell us that the Zong Zhai Rice would only be served after 7pm until we asked about my food. 7pm was about 1 hour away. =((

Nair mind... Let's proceed with the dessert!!!

'Good Fren' ordered some Mango thing which came with smoking dried ice. Damn 1970s Chinese lor!!

Mental Note to Self: 'Good Fren' has a mango fetish...

I ordered some pear with white fungus and something...
It was super yummy... 喝了会美的 leh!! =)))

Then I washed down everything with the Tsing Tao!!
HAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!

MMMMmmmm... Very full and sleepy oredi...
The sun has set and a different look had taken over Canton Road.


The effects of the foot massage were wearing off. Aches were taking over. So, we decided to make our way back to Sheung Wan via MTR.

WOW... China-Chinese tourists do sit on the streets!
It's not an urban myth!!


We found an arcade and decided to take a look.

The arcade was packed with working adults. Most of them were on the gambling games. And one could smoke while playing?!

Something funny happened at the TST MTR station.


Because 'Good Fren' couldn't maneuver fast enough, he new luggage we bought from TST got stuck in the gates!!
I had to go get the station officer to help us.

He used his pass to unlock the gates once, and we were still stuck. Then he said,“我给你们多一个机会,” and beeped his card again.
'Good Fren' and I struggled to free the stupid luggage.
=_=

We got back to Central/Sheung Wan and had to roam the streets aimlessly because 大哥 hadn't gotten home.

The streets tell many stories...
For example, these windows... Because the Hong Kong homes are so tiny, it would be almost impossible to place a piano at home.
But there is no need to give up piano lessons... You could practise in these shops.

Earlier, we tried to look for such services at Peace/Paradiz Centre, but in vain. =_=

There is just so much fashion in Hong Kong. Little boutiques everywhere. Shops selling only decorative lights.
Will we have enough critical when we hit 8 million?! Or do we need another 2 million to meet Hong Kong's current standards?


You see the pic on the right?
Yuppies all over the world buy the same shite.
Same goes for those who indulge in big brands like LV, E Zegna etc...

走着走着... We ended up in this little Italian shop on Caine Street.


While I ordered some wine, cheese and soup, 'Good Fren' was checking his work phone. =_=

This shop is owned by an Italian who married a Hong Konger.
The selection of wines and other groceries are unique, and I must say... The cheeses were wonderful. The soup was great as well.

On top of that, the service was warm and swift.
What else can you ask for when you are stranded in Hong Kong at 10pm?

Then 大哥 joined us, we finished up and made our way up the steep slopes of Hong Kong Island, marking the end of yet another day.

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There is other shite to update, but 大哥 made some soup and has just commanded me to drink some.
'Good Fren' has fainted from the entire day of walking.
HO HO HO!!! =P

Ok, going off now...
Tomorrow = MACAU!!!
WOO HOO!!!
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Hong Kong - Day 1
Hong Kong - Day 3
Hong Kong - Day 4

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Hong Kong - Day 2
Hong Kong - Day 3
Hong Kong - Day 4

'Good Fren' and I have been on a Chwee Kueh search over the weekend. Not for ourselves, but for my 大哥, coz we will be staying with him in Hong Kong for the next few days.

BM: 大哥, do you want anything from Singapore?
大哥: Erm... Erm... Erm... Ok... Get me some Chicken in a Biscuit.
BM: HAR?!! WTF?!! Chicken in a Biscuit?!
大哥: Yah lah...
BM: Orh... Ok lor... Anything else?
大哥: Hmmm....... If you are really my little sister hor... Then perhaps you can buy some Chwee Kueh for me at the Airport Food Court before you board the plane.
BM: HAR?!! Chwee Kueh?!! WHY?!
大哥: You can find all sorts of Singaporean and Malaysian food here, but you cannot find Chwee Kueh!!
BM: Erm... Ok lor... But the flight is quite early leh... Foodcourt not opened! How about I buy frozen ones? Many Many... Then can keep and eat until you vomit?
大哥: OK!!

So, 'Good Fren' and I combed Cold Storage and NTUC Fairprice.
We could only find Chicken in a Biscuit. Couldn't find the frozen Chwee Kueh... I swear my mother has bought them before... =_=

We were about to give up on 大哥's Chwee Kueh, when we decided to drop by Tiong Bahru Market for some FRESH Chwee Kueh from the famous stall!!


This Auntie is quite funny...

Auntie: 来，小弟，你要什么？
GF: Auntie! 我们要打包去香港的.
BM: *thinking out super loudly* 小弟 leh！
Auntie: 是小弟 mah！噢！打包去香港啊？要几粒？
BM: Erm... (quick thoughts: 大哥 cannot finish 20 on his own...) Erm... 八粒?！
Auntie: *super loudly* 啊？八粒哪里够！二十粒啦！
BM: (KNN... Kena pressured...) Orh Ok lor... 二十粒 lor... Auntie... 怎样弄热？
Auntie: 蒸热 lor...
BM: 用 microwave 可以吗？
Auntie: 可以. 要放一点水. 来，小弟，你比较高，帮我拿这个下来. (points to a stack of plastic containers above her head)
BM: 现在带回家要放冰箱吗？
Auntie: 要。不过不要放结冰的.
BM: Orh... 谢谢 Auntie!



So hor... 大哥 has 20 Chwee Kuehs coming his way!! =P

Upon putting up the Teenage Blinkymummy entry, I asked 'Good Fren' if we had been JC mates, whether he would have dated me.

BM: Oi... Baby!! Would you have dated me if we were in JC at the same time?
GF: Erm... No!
BM: #$%#^$? WHY NOT?!!
GF: Because you have that Guai Lan Look. You See?!! *points at this pic*



Actually, I tend to agree lah... Coz back then... there were people, especially guys, who hated my guts.
You can tell from their behaviour whilst dealing with you that they really dunno how to deal with it.
I guess the image of a guy-ish girl confuses people.

Actually, even as adults, people still judge others based on looks and profile (e.g. background). Few people bother to take time to get to know one another. They would rather claim to have enough life experience to know who and what you are about.
Just like how they did back in junior college.
Some things just don't change.

Anyway...

As nostalgia kicked me in the teeth, I smsed my 1st boyfriend and asked him to read.
Then I decided to ask him why he liked a girl who looked like a boy back in JC, and his reply surprised me quite a bit.

[At this point, must play this song...]


He said back then only girls from girls' school were in 'that pattern', i.e. unlike those sweet sweet long-haired chicks from mixed schools (which he was from).

So I guess I was a novelty. =_=
And so, it must be some kind of niche market then?!

So... why wouldn't 'Good Fren' see Teenage BM as a novelty?
It's quite simple...
Apart from the fact that he admitted he was superficial and shallow, his 'chick' ideal (i.e. long haired and sweet sweet) had been formed in the female-vacuum of an all boys' school, and probably some life-changing Hong Kong serial dramas.
Hence, anything which doesn't quite look female is unacceptable.

Whereas my 1st boyfriend was from a mixed school, he must have realised the fallacy of long-hair = female = sweet blah blah...
PLUS... he probably wanted to be different from his sec sch mates... Damn... I just realised that I was an arm adornment!
靠!!

Regardless... I asked 'Good Fren'...

BM: Now that you know that long hair doesn't mean anything... Can I go cut my hair as short as last time?
GF: NO!!!
BM: =_=
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In any case, since we are on the topic of High School... When this series gets to Singapore, you must watch, ok?!

It's called Hanazakari no Kimitachi e.
Think Taiwan earlier did a Chinese version of this manga, which I didn't catch.


You must listen to the theme song... I keep jumping around and doing the 'Yeah! Yeah!' whilst listening to it.


These are the 3 protagonists.
2 guys and a girl pretending to be a guy in a all-guy school.


Ikuta Toma, acting as Nakatsu Shuichi, is yet another brilliant product of Johnny's Entertainment.

He's good-looking, skinny and full of exaggerated expressions. He reminds me of Takuya Kimura.

At 9pm, I started getting ready to go meet Miss Liang.
I took such a long time to decide what to wear. In the end, I decided on a black 3/4 sleeve top and a long black shirt. Wore my hair down. Wore MAKEUP?!!

As I was driving there, Miss Liang smsed me... She was gonna be late. Me too!! HO HO HO!!

I got to Ice Cold Beer first. It was super packed.
So I waited along the five foot way of a nearby shophouse.

Miss Clinic called me. She had arrived. While I was waving at her, I realised a slim figure had moved towards her.

OMG!!! It's Miss Liang!! *gan cheong x 10,000*
Dunno whether to stand up and walk over or what...
I must say... It was quite a kick in the teeth... Just a little less gan cheong than the Ashin-Throw-Monkey incident. =_=

She looks exactly the same... The way her side profile cuts the air... Just slimmer.
And I must have grown up, coz I is now taller than Miss Liang. =))

I walked up to them and said,"Miss Liang!!" She smiled.
Ahhh... Confirm it's her... The smile is correct. So familiar. =)))

Miss Clinic (MC): 你为什么穿得那么斯文？！你的短裤 leh？
BM: *sheepishly* 见老师 mah！

I also dunno why I was so formal... KNN... Pub leh... Not as if meet parents or anything! Ice Cold Beer leh... Not as if never go before?!!
Siao...

We took quite some time to get a seat.
She then passed me the hardcopy of MyPaper.

BM: 我已经看了...
Miss Liang (ML): Har??
BM: (in a louder voice) 我已经看了！看了 online version! 也已经blog了!
ML: 啊？！
BM: *GRIN*

The drinks came, and it was yet another awkward moment when Miss Liang passed me a margarita.

BM: 很奇怪 hor！老师请我喝酒 leh!
Miss Liang (ML): *smiles*
BM: 以前请喝 Barley，现在请喝酒!

Because it was very noisy... They were playing Marilyn Manson's Mobscene for goodness' sake!! We didn't talk too much.
Miss Clinic even commented that I was rather reserved in the presence of Miss Liang. =_=

In a way, it was rather surreal...
These 2 people were from my life of 15 years ago. The heavy music reeked of the 21st century, while the smokeless pub air had to be a post-Yr 2007 product.
It was the weirdest to watch her sms.
I mean... 15 years ago, I wouldn't have imagined her smsing.

I had some many questions I wanted to ask... but all I could think of was...


WAH LAU EH!! It sounded so damn cock in my head that I couldn't bear to ask it.
Maybe it was good that the place was so damn noisy... =_=

Ok, somehow, I found out that Miss Liang's Birthday was on 16 Aug, i.e. one day before mine! o.O

While Miss Liang was outside answering some calls, Miss Clinic decided to get the next round.
And when she came back, she spent some time examining the bottle before she asking...

ML: 青岛有 promotion 吗？为什么叫青岛？
BM: 这样才 cheena mah!! (I is corny AND boliao...=_=)

Before we left, I made a 'booking' with her. She is very busy hor... Must book in advance.
We will meet again in 2 weeks.
This time, we will find somewhere less noisy.

And perhaps, I will be better prepared... =_=

Hor... After I put up the earlier blog entry on my former relief teacher, 梁文宁, she left a comment on my blog and we established contact.
We is meeting up tonight!! WOO HOO!!!
After 15 years, can?!

I is super excited!!
She said she might not be able to recognise me. So I told her... Nair Mind... Coz I would be singing her farewell song loudly at the meeting place.

HO HO HO!!!

Maybe I'll just wear school uniform so that she cannot miss me!!


It's quite strange, coz I keep addressing as her Miss Liang on MSN. Then hor... She told me that she would make a mention of me in today's edition of MyPaper.

So hor... Last night, before I went to bed, I was like thinking to myself,"Ok, tomorrow night meeting up with Miss Liang... Eh?? Shite... Where to get a copy of MyPaper to read up before the meeting?"
Maciam last minute studying before seeing teacher!!
STRESS!!!

This morning, a former colleague smsed me about the MyPaper article. (I realise I can read it online. No need to go MRT station to wrestle with other people for a copy.)
Miss Liang really wrote about her thoughts after reading my earlier blog entry in Pg 16 of MyPaper today.
Think she deliberately left out mention of my blog so that it would limit the no. of people seeing her old pics.

Aiyah... Cher!! 一点也不土啦！
要比土，我肯定赢三千倍！=)))

I have been feeling super cheena kong these few days.
It's the nostalgia.
再加一点点超能力. Very much like this Mayday song.


Met up with Miss "I ran into her at the clinic" former school mate at Wheelock Place yesterday.
(Btw, she also knows Miss Liang. Not as a relief teacher, but as a senior at work. WAH LAU... This is Facebook in the Flesh Life!! I cannot take it!!)
It's rather weird coz we didn't used to talk in school. We only knew each other by face.

We spoke about many things... Mostly in Mandarin... So nice... It has been a long time...
About how St Nicks is now different. About work. About my blog. About politics. About meaning. About the experience of pain and back.
成长难免会失望
有什么了不起？！

I like to see and feel the dreamer in another.
It's like... Someone else is alive.
虽然不是天天见面。
晓得，就不会寂寞。

咖啡，别喝太多啊！
喝酒吧！强身健体 leh！

Just as we were getting up and leaving the restaurant, someone from a few tables away called out,"BLINKYMUMMY!"
I was rather stunned.
I said HI and walked off.
If you are reading this... Paiseh hor... You took me by surprise lah! =)))

Then I went to the 2nd floor of Wheelock and joined Miss Ene at Sakae Sushi where she was having diner after a 'tiring' hair and nail session at her salon.
We talked and talked and talked.
Until we got 'Good Fren' to pick us up and headed to our place to continue talking... =)))

I think hor...
I've been hanging out with many females recently.
As usual, I will have to say that I can feel our menstrual cycles syncing! YHEW!!! =P

Erm...
I am gonna try to write this entry in the most respectful, yet truthful, manner, to the best of my abilities.

I was having an MSN chat with Miss Ene.
She was going on and on about how attractive guys with thin upper lips were. And started to send me pics of the High School Musical guy. =_=
I was like... Huh? Thin upper lips? How random is that?!

So I had to show her the true way.
Misguided souls have to be re-aligned with the way.


I think Shaolin Monks are really sexy intriguing.


Specifically, those lean and muscular ones in their loose robes (revealing 1 x shoulder), jumping around and punching the air forcefully.

Just to prove my point, compare the Shaolin Monk with the regular guy who also jumps around displaying the same physique and Kung Fu.
I think the Shaolin Monk still wins, because...

Seriously, the Shaolin Monk has got to be the epitome of the Perfect Male Subject in the world of Gender Attraction.
Simply because he is the following:

1. Disciplined
2. Learned
   
3. Strong
4. Untouchable <-- This is the best part! =))))

Thin Lips vs Shaolin Monks?!
Chey... No Fight...

But what about a thin-lipped Shaolin Monk?!! o.O

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On a serious note...

Do read up on Shao Lin Monastery on Wikipedia.
It's strange how the Shao Lin Schools in western countries (e.g. the US, the UK etc) have flourished.
Think there is much fascination with the mystical alien with perceived superhuman powers.

There is also a relatively informative English website, which is presented like a blog, and is easy to search.

Throughout history, Buddhist Monks have also been the target of political quarrels and persecutions. Most significantly, the Vietnamese Monk, Thich Quang Duc, who self-immolated (burned himself to death) at a busy junction in Saigon in 1963, in a protest against the persecution of Buddhism by the then South Vietnam Administration.

According to witnesses, he did not flinch, nor make any sound as the fire extinguished his mortality.

I shall not put up the pic of his self-immolation here.
Do view it on the above link on Thich Quang Duc. Read about how determined these monks were.
Or search for the picture online.

This famous picture eventually aroused enough awareness and emotions around the world to extract some form of reaction from the South Vietnamese administration.

See?

1. Disciplined
2. Learned
   
3. Strong
4. Untouchable

Ok, I've put off uploading pics of my secondary school and junior college days because I looked so damn different that some might think I had plastic surgery or something.

But because of the following factors, I have decided to put up some pics to show the gradual transformation over those 6 years of my life:

1. Running into former school mate at Raffles Place.
2. Zer0's 梁文福 entry + my response to it
   
3. I is very free now.
   

SO... ARE YOU READY?!!!

HOLD ON TO YOUR CHAIRS!!

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Couldn't find any earlier pics.
This is one of me when I was in Sec 2.
Check out the 郭富城 hairstyle!!

We (aka the Girl Guides) were sent to the Singapore Badminton Hall to support St Nicks in some sandwich-making competition.
You can't send any other groups in St Nicks coz nobody can cheer like us Girl Guides.
In any case, St Nicks didn't come out tops for the sandwiches, but we won for the Best Cheering Team or something like that.
Children take pride in the weirdest stuff. =_=

This was a leadership training camp. I was probably in Sec 3.
I cannot stop laughing at the pic.
Because this is a 'training' camp for 'leaders', they had to come down on us really hard. E.g. Those with excessively long fringes which cannot be pinned up got theirs CUT by the teacher-in-charge!!
Then of course cry lah!! AHAHAHHAHAHAHAAH!!!

You see the chick with the bandage?
We ended up working in URA together. It's really quite cool.

Seriously, I really looked like a boy.
No wonder I had strange lollipops and gifts appearing on my desks on Valentine's Day and my birthday.


Because the nearest civilisation to St Nicks is Ang Mo Kio Central, we did everything there. It's our backyard.
Here you can see my patrol celebrating my birthday at McDees in AMK Central.

Usually, Guiding activities would start with Physical Training (PT) at 7.30am on Saturdays, then the usual run around, footdrills, lessons etc. This would end by around 1pm.
I would hang around, usually about the Den coz I is the Quartermaster, until about 3pm+ when I would make my way to Toa Payoh Swimming Pool for swimming lessons.
I is very active... last time... OK!!!

Can see my glasses or not?
I think this pair not too jialat oredi.
These are the Last Emperor aka Puyi glasses. The round golden rims with hooks halfway round the ears.

Check out how my Girl Guide uniform hangs ever so loosely on my frame!! =_=


This is one of my favourite photos from my minute secondary school pic collection. At the start of Sec 4, I think.
W.E. Patrol of the Girl Guides North Division Camp. Can't remember what 'W' and 'E' stand for. Something to do with 'Unity'.
Apart from me (top row, extreme left), chick in blue (top row, extreme right) and chick at the bottom, the other chicks were not from St Nicks but from schools within the North Division.

I made the lousy flag, out of some scrap cloth I found at home, while watching tv a couple of days before the camp.

Ok, fast forward to Yr 1993. 1st Year at Temasek Junior College.
Here's a pic of the Science B Department Committee.
Basically, we were 'House Captains' mainly organising sports and other rah-rah events.

Can see me or not? Top row, extreme left lah!!
Same haircut what!! =P

The pics are in sephia coz last time sephia was very 'in', ok!
Maciam got mood boh?!

Still looking like a boy! But I had a boyfriend, ok!! =P
Back then, he liked this Andy Lau song. =))


You see the boy on the right? Very ah beng right?
He's a very funny guy... A little shy, yet mischievous. PLUS hor... He apparently held some pull-up record in TJC hor!! His bod was damn champion lor!
My best friend had a crush on him, and used to call him 'Ryan'. Codename lah!! So that we could talk about him without him knowing mah.
Then hor... I is stupid... I once asked his friend,"Oi... Where's Ryan ah?" =_=

Check out this pic of me!! I think I is handsome!!

I think I must have had a rather difficult time trying to get used to studying with boys. Probably didn't know how to handle the attraction and attention.

And then in Yr 2, we won the annual Float Making competition. It was the Year of the Dog, which explains the huge dog lah.
I is so athletic last time. =_=

You see the guy behind me?
This is his baby.

After this... the hair never got much shorter...


By the end of Yr 2, I had normal girl hair oredi.


Then Ah Bengs pull my hair while taking pics!! =_=

With this haircut, I went to pick coconuts at East Coast Park lor... Hee Hee Hee...

I realise I don't have class photos. =_=
Wanted to show the Siglap Sec School Ah Bengs in my class. Those whom I drank beer and played Daytona with at Bedok Central.

What's with School and HDB Centrals?

Sec School = Ang Mo Kio Central
Junior College = Bedok Central
Uni = Clementi Central

I is heartlander schooler.

Ahhh... Those were the days... =)))
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Watch Blinkymummy grow up all over again!!

1. Baby Blinkymummy
2. 10 Yr Old Blinkymummy
3. Teenage Blinkymummy
   

I read, with nostalgia, Zer0's entry on how he had received a Catholic High Old Boy emailer on a local musical with 梁文福's latest songs and the launch of a compilation of his past works, which I happened to see at HMV last week.


Which bit is fueling the nostalgia, one may ask.

Everytime I see 梁文福, he reminds me of my secondary school days. Not just because of some of his songs, but more because he reminds me of his sister, 梁文宁.

After her 'A' Levels, she took up relief teaching at St Nicks for a while before she pursued her degree. And so, she was my teacher for that period.

Because she was relatively young (when compared to all other Chinese teachers) and a 学姐, my class and her got along very well. In fact so well that there were probably a couple of crushes. =P

Aiyah... In girls' school is like one lah...
The lack of boys is substituted by maturity of seniors.
And this is not too difficult to understand because we are afterall girls brought up in a male chauvinistic society. Hence, we seek the 'stronger' male figure.
If no males, then 'stronger' alone will do.

And sometimes, some girls enjoy playing the 'stronger' role for life.
I played both roles back in school. Even at the same time.
But by the time I got to JC, access to boys lessened the significance of 'strong' females. =)))

[Come back and check my blog tomorrow. I'll show you why I played both roles.]

Anyway, you see here?
It's her farewell. Check out the barley drinks!!

As part of her farewell surprise, my class sang in unison (even the ang moh pai ones) to her this 梁文福 song which she had a small bit in (cannot remember the name of the song).
Think it's this song...

And gave her the usual cheena-kong sweet sweet cards and stuff, then we had this cake in the canteen.
Not sure if you can see properly in the pic... Freaking hell... Damn a lot of people crying lor!! She also cried!!
Just thinking about it makes my hair stand!!

During her stint, we visited her home for Chinese New Year. Somewhere in Jurong, I think.
I remember the father giving us angpow, then having to shake 梁文福's hand. I was very gan cheong, and my hand was very cold.
HO HO HO!! =)))

I also remember we had to participate in some singing competition. Representing the class leh!!
My friend and I, amidst the 梁文宁 fever, of course, chose a 梁文福 song called 蓝与红.

蓝与红
作词：幽子　作曲：梁文福　演唱：梁文福/邓淑娴

蓝色是你的忧郁　深邃而又无边无际
红色是我的热情　泛滥而又轻轻盈盈

蓝色粉红我的心灵　浅浅烙下丝丝痕迹
红色抹蓝你的眼睛　点点皆是款款深意

红了你的忧郁　蓝了我的热情
也许会有那么一天　紫色是你我的回忆
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I wonder what she is doing now.

LaissezFaire tagged me sometime ago...
I'm supposed to list 8 random facts about myself and identify 8 other bloggers to do the same.

I usually do not attend to such meme requests, but only because she's an old school mate. So, here goes...

(1) I chose to join Chinese Dance Society back in Primary School.


(2) I was selected to be in the Choir in Primary School.
Till today, I also dunno why. I sound like a boy when I sing, actually.

(3) I was a Girl Guide in Secondary School.
All that cheering/shouting probably 'broke' my voice. Hence, my low speaking voice.

(4) I have mild scoliosis.
'C' curvature, convexed to the left.

(5) I am allergic to grass.
It used to flare up whenever I went for my Girl Guide camps. And I would go for jabs after the camps.

(6) I do not drink coffee.
I prefer like tea. Teh-Si-Gosong, please!
And a whole range of ang moh teh...

(7) I have 2 cats, i.e. Blinky and Tiger, and will love to keep a Monkey if it is legal.
I'm called Blinkymummy because (i) Blinky is my favourite cat, and (ii) 'Tigermummy' sounds rather pornographic, don't you think?

(8) I seldom refer to 'Good Fren' as my boyfriend (except to obtuse individuals who 'har?' too much).
Instead, I introduce him to people as 'my partner', because the term 'boyfriend' has been jinxed.

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Ok, I is not gonna tag anybody.
That's too prescriptive and I ain't not gonna suffer from any occupational hazard no more.

So... If you are interested in the above meme, please put it up on your blog, then leave a comment for this entry so that we can all get to know you better.
=)))

When he got to know that Blinky was hospitalised, and that some readers knew which clinic Blinky was putting up in, Angry Doc wondered whether any readers would visit Blinky at the clinic. Just like how human beings would visit one another when the latter was sick.

That's quite an interesting question.
If anyone had gone to visit Blinky, they would have met with an angry angry kitty! HO HO HO!!

I told Angry Doc to put this topic up on his blog to explore the patient-visitor dynamics.
But he refused.
He said such topics were not in sync with his carefully orchestrated online persona. =_=

Whatever... Doctors are weird people.
I have put it up here. Noo Nee Noo Nee Noo...