Tues 4/11/08
7.10 pm
Today's public holiday so no work, yipee!!! I caught the train to Mont Albert with Alicia. It was nice to see my cousin and my cousin-in-law again, as I hadn't seen them in a while.
But couldn't believe we had to wait for almost 40 minutes at the yum cha place even with booking!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Confessions of a college call girl
The bastard!!!!!!!!!
My brother opened my pack of Red Rock Deli chips yesterday and this morning when I took them out the bag is half gone!!! I am seriously tempted to march into his room right now where he is still sleeping and pinch his ears! grrr...no kidding, I have been hiding my stash of chips in my bedroom away from my brother's eyes instead of in the pantry. Unfortunately he found this out too. lol :P
Anyway on a more serious note, why the title you ask? well, i was reading a blog yesterday night, written by a (now ex?) college girl who turned to prostitution during college for f
inancial funding. You can read her blog at http://collegecallgirl.blogspot.com/
inancial funding. You can read her blog at http://collegecallgirl.blogspot.com/As I read her blog (which mostly tells of her "sex-capades" with her various male clients) I was filled with a sense of sadness for this lady. In it the writer bared her innermost thoughts and pain of how because of the nature of her job, her self worth was based on sex and outward appearance, not the witty,intellectual person she is inside.
In one entry she mentioned how she grew up in a Southern baptist church, and spent many Sundays attending church and being told "True Love waits" and at one point searching for God but not finding Him. God, to her, just simply doesn't care. Then she just went her own ways after that. I felt for her, because as I read her blog it was as if I saw beneath all her wild woman ways here was a woman who is so vulnerable and broken. Someone who still hasn't yet understood God's grace as a God who is interested in every aspect of her life. Someone who is broken, and yet..somehow still seeking.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
just another sunday
Sun 2/11/08
6.30 pm
Another beautiful Sunday, well, it started out beautiful, now it's drizzling with gloomy overcast sky. The weather here in Melbourne is as changeable as my moods :P Which means you can actually get 4 seasons in one day - starts off sunny and bright, changing to dark and overcast later in the afternoon to a thunderstorm late in the evening, and finally , hail. Therefore Melburnians are prepared with thick coats, even on a nice summer's day. And most bring a little umbrella in their handbags. :D
I have been feeling ecstatic of late, as my parents most likely will be here on 10/12 for 3 weeks for my brother's graduation. :) Hopefully their "waiting list" tickets get confirmed.
6.30 pm
Another beautiful Sunday, well, it started out beautiful, now it's drizzling with gloomy overcast sky. The weather here in Melbourne is as changeable as my moods :P Which means you can actually get 4 seasons in one day - starts off sunny and bright, changing to dark and overcast later in the afternoon to a thunderstorm late in the evening, and finally , hail. Therefore Melburnians are prepared with thick coats, even on a nice summer's day. And most bring a little umbrella in their handbags. :D
I have been feeling ecstatic of late, as my parents most likely will be here on 10/12 for 3 weeks for my brother's graduation. :) Hopefully their "waiting list" tickets get confirmed.
Friday, October 31, 2008
ermmm...
Wanna hear a funny story? I took my bf to what I call a real authentic Chinese eatery (Dessert House specialising in taiwanese delicacies) and guess what he asked for?
Fried dim sims and spring rolls.
I had to explain that no Asian eats those type of "Asian" food and eaten only by Westerners who think it's "Asian" :D
Fried dim sims and spring rolls.
I had to explain that no Asian eats those type of "Asian" food and eaten only by Westerners who think it's "Asian" :D
"me-days"
Been feeling very tired lately, due to constant chronic neck pain. I think maybe that's what has been making me so cranky? Don't know why, but for some reason lately I have been finding it a struggle to be enthusiastic about work. Don't get me wrong, I love my Thornbury customers, they are usually a delight to serve, most of them are just so nice. Which is why I put up with the lower than market rate. Not that I sound whingy, I am grateful to be able to work. :P
Take this lol (little old lady I call for short) for instance. Cute Mrs M. We deliver her meds every Fri afternoon without fail. She's 86, widowed and living by herself (still very independently!) at home. However because of her age she is limited in her mobility to pick up her meds from her local pharmacy (us). Hence the delivery every Fri afternoons.
Anyway, to get back to my story, little Mrs M has been getting deaf of late. So poor Punam (my lovely pharmacy assistant & sidekick) was left standing at the door for about 15 mins ringing the doorbell so insistently it was ready to bring the whole house down, and Mrs M still didn't hear her because she was in the garden tending the flowers. This happened repeatedly over a few times so much so that Mrs M actually rang me to ask whether Punam was there at the door.
Then yesterday after ringing twice and Punam returning from her rounds Mrs M rang again to say she wanted something else and could Punam please deliver....after the 2nd delivery for her that morning she rang to tell us that it was a mistake and she actually had a full box....at this point we were, like -_-!!!!!! But little Mrs M was so upset for all the trouble we went through for her I could actually hear her voice breaking over the phone. Well, to hear a 86-yr-old lol crying over the phone your heart would soften too, wouldn't you?
Ah well, that's what we'll all be when we get old.
Take this lol (little old lady I call for short) for instance. Cute Mrs M. We deliver her meds every Fri afternoon without fail. She's 86, widowed and living by herself (still very independently!) at home. However because of her age she is limited in her mobility to pick up her meds from her local pharmacy (us). Hence the delivery every Fri afternoons.
Anyway, to get back to my story, little Mrs M has been getting deaf of late. So poor Punam (my lovely pharmacy assistant & sidekick) was left standing at the door for about 15 mins ringing the doorbell so insistently it was ready to bring the whole house down, and Mrs M still didn't hear her because she was in the garden tending the flowers. This happened repeatedly over a few times so much so that Mrs M actually rang me to ask whether Punam was there at the door.
Then yesterday after ringing twice and Punam returning from her rounds Mrs M rang again to say she wanted something else and could Punam please deliver....after the 2nd delivery for her that morning she rang to tell us that it was a mistake and she actually had a full box....at this point we were, like -_-!!!!!! But little Mrs M was so upset for all the trouble we went through for her I could actually hear her voice breaking over the phone. Well, to hear a 86-yr-old lol crying over the phone your heart would soften too, wouldn't you?
Ah well, that's what we'll all be when we get old.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Life
Friday 24/10/08
9.30 pm
I haven't written in a while here. Previously my blog has been filled with light anecdotes about the importance of food in my life. Tonight's entry is about something different, something deeper.
It's a funny thing about life sometimes. Here we are, complaining that we missed the train/tram and ending up being late for work, complaining about how our wages are really crappy, how stingy our boss is, etc. As if we're the most pitiful beings in this whole planet. How it's all about poor me, me and ME.
I found out one of my colleagues has breast cancer. A very remarkably strong woman, whose husband left her for another woman 10 years ago whilst she was 8 months pregnant with the second child.How she lost the house after the divorce, and climbed out of that tumultuous time in her life driven to her work..and her two kids. No mucking around, no casual lovers for her. Working 7 days a week, finally saving up to buy a new house for the kids. And now, at the age of 38, the shattering diagnosis.
I felt my eyes tearing up as I listened to this woman narrating her story. Here am I, feeling like I was the most unlucky being on the face of this planet with my job, my situation..and here's this lady going through every single day with a death sentence hanging over her head. With two young kids (and no father to look after them) at the ages of 8 and 10.
These powerful verses of the Bible come to my mind: "The length of our days is seventy years, or eighty, if we have the strength, yet their span is but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away" (Psalm 90:10)
I've come to realise that sometimes, how we make of our life comes down to us alone. We can view our lives as the most miserable existence on earth, or we can give thanks when we receive that pay slip with the "crappy" rates because it means we are still fit enough to work.
9.30 pm
I haven't written in a while here. Previously my blog has been filled with light anecdotes about the importance of food in my life. Tonight's entry is about something different, something deeper.
It's a funny thing about life sometimes. Here we are, complaining that we missed the train/tram and ending up being late for work, complaining about how our wages are really crappy, how stingy our boss is, etc. As if we're the most pitiful beings in this whole planet. How it's all about poor me, me and ME.
I found out one of my colleagues has breast cancer. A very remarkably strong woman, whose husband left her for another woman 10 years ago whilst she was 8 months pregnant with the second child.How she lost the house after the divorce, and climbed out of that tumultuous time in her life driven to her work..and her two kids. No mucking around, no casual lovers for her. Working 7 days a week, finally saving up to buy a new house for the kids. And now, at the age of 38, the shattering diagnosis.
I felt my eyes tearing up as I listened to this woman narrating her story. Here am I, feeling like I was the most unlucky being on the face of this planet with my job, my situation..and here's this lady going through every single day with a death sentence hanging over her head. With two young kids (and no father to look after them) at the ages of 8 and 10.
These powerful verses of the Bible come to my mind: "The length of our days is seventy years, or eighty, if we have the strength, yet their span is but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away" (Psalm 90:10)
I've come to realise that sometimes, how we make of our life comes down to us alone. We can view our lives as the most miserable existence on earth, or we can give thanks when we receive that pay slip with the "crappy" rates because it means we are still fit enough to work.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
"Cheery-deary bits" as quoted by a Mrs Lu :D
Sunday
10.05 am
Not bad, ha? 2 posts in one day, to make up for my laziness over the past couple of days.
Here are the Fitzroy Gardens photos as promised, (whilst Gordon was waiting in ER last Sun he shooed us off and we went mini-picnic-ing) :P
This is a very nan-ding photo of me...:P i wanted a marilyn-monroe like pose...looks more like scary-godzilla LOL
My bf was finally arrived back on Thursday night at 11.30pm from Greece instead of the expected time in the morning. That's the problem with staff travel at Qantas Airways. You get standby tickets, meaning you only get on if there is a vacancy. And after 3/1/2 weeks apart we finally met up on Friday night and he STILL manages to aggravate me. -_- I swear, I believe I've aged heaps since I met him. :P
Anyway, we went to this Thai restaurant near Melbourne Central and this is what we had..curry laksa!!! Ahhhh...the memories of Brunei's rojak and Malay/Baba Nyonya food come flooding back into my mind.....sob!! I MISS BRUNEI...FOOD!!!!!!!! Especially the tamu's char kuay teow...sob...the 6.30 am wake-ups just to go to KB tamu and eat the kuay teow with my dad..ahhhhhh
And this is what he had
anyway i have to go now...or else I'll be late for church..tata! (Will find out how Gordon is doing too)
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