The upside to having a smaller apartment is that there is no space in the living room for a desktop (aka ugly workhorse), so the PC got relegated to my brother's room. As a result, I need to get me a laptop (cos room's smaller now u see). And after some deliberation.. *drumrolls* i got me a macbook!
Okay I'm really new to this whole mac world, so for all the long time mac users reading my blog (all two of you, yes), I need you to educate me to the art of mac. So please, find me on iChat and we'll talk about pretty white aesthetics okie?
*beams!*
20 March 2008
17 March 2008
Packing Woes
Mum, dad and I are trying to pack up the odd ends before the movers come at 8am tomorrow morning, and I'm not sure whether to burst from frustration or keel over with laughter.
Me: Daaad, where's the scissors and masking tape you were using just now?
He: *barely looking up from the contraption he's fiddling with* Over there.
Me: Over where?
He: *not looking up, not pointing anywhere, not making any useful gestures nor eye signals* Over there.
Me: WHERE?
He: *looks at me ever so calmly* There lor.
And I have lost a carton of my most cherished clothes. All the dinner dresses, pretty tops, flouncy skirts and favourite t-shirts. Lost. How? Nobody really knows for sure. Probably forgot to take it in the midst of transportation and it's either on its way to the dump with other rubbish or there is a gleeful girl somewhere in the neighbourhood with a treasure trove of clothes. I am most unhappy.
Me: Daaad, where's the scissors and masking tape you were using just now?
He: *barely looking up from the contraption he's fiddling with* Over there.
Me: Over where?
He: *not looking up, not pointing anywhere, not making any useful gestures nor eye signals* Over there.
Me: WHERE?
He: *looks at me ever so calmly* There lor.
And I have lost a carton of my most cherished clothes. All the dinner dresses, pretty tops, flouncy skirts and favourite t-shirts. Lost. How? Nobody really knows for sure. Probably forgot to take it in the midst of transportation and it's either on its way to the dump with other rubbish or there is a gleeful girl somewhere in the neighbourhood with a treasure trove of clothes. I am most unhappy.
16 March 2008
Much Ado About Packing Part Deux
This is possibly the last post from my East side apartment before The Great Move on Tuesday.
I saw, for the first time, the finished product that is My New House, as previously I was alwaysfinding excuses too busy to go see how it was shaping up with the renovation works beforehand. And I must say, it's gorgeous. Clean, contemporary, comfortable. Love it. Now I'm looking forward to staying there, but not so much travelling to and fro it to work.
My current house is... barely liveable. The only empty space in my room is the bed so that I have somewhere to sleep at night. Boxes, plastic bags, clothes, books, more books, and Tupperware (have I belaboured the point that I'm practically living in a Tupperware warehouse enough?) are strewn EVERYWHERE. Dust is everywhere and the vacuum cleaner never worked harder before (every few hours?!).
My contribution to packing today is eating ice-cream *munch munch* cos we're going to defrost the fridge later this evening. No point letting good food go to waste, is there? Oh the sacrifices I make...
In other news, canned salmon is the best way to mutilate the taste of that yummy fish, making it absolutely vile. That was my lunch, and another reason why I had to eat ice-cream after that... to get rid of the taste, you see. Heh heh.
I saw, for the first time, the finished product that is My New House, as previously I was always
My current house is... barely liveable. The only empty space in my room is the bed so that I have somewhere to sleep at night. Boxes, plastic bags, clothes, books, more books, and Tupperware (have I belaboured the point that I'm practically living in a Tupperware warehouse enough?) are strewn EVERYWHERE. Dust is everywhere and the vacuum cleaner never worked harder before (every few hours?!).
My contribution to packing today is eating ice-cream *munch munch* cos we're going to defrost the fridge later this evening. No point letting good food go to waste, is there? Oh the sacrifices I make...
In other news, canned salmon is the best way to mutilate the taste of that yummy fish, making it absolutely vile. That was my lunch, and another reason why I had to eat ice-cream after that... to get rid of the taste, you see. Heh heh.
13 March 2008
Much Ado About Packing
1. Clothes
After giving away a whole bundle of clothes that I won't be wearing anymore, I have more than replaced the said bundle with a whole new bunch I bought during a sale. Critical mass of wardrobe = constant. Critical mum = constant, too.
When I packed my clothes into boxes, I filled up 2 cartons and still have enough in my wardrobe to last a fortnight. Even with so many clothes, it is entirely possible for the female to stand in front of her wardrobe every morning and declare "I don't know what to wear!"
2. Kitchen Confidential
My kitchen holds a tonne of dirty little secrets. Such as that packet of forgotten mushroom and preserved vegetables under the overturned wicker basket at the top shelf in the seldom-used cupboard. And that kitchen timer that was never taken out of the packaging (it's probably a collector's item by now. it looks retro enough). And the set of very sharp, very good quality kitchen knives of German make that were bought during a Robinson's sale about 10 years ago. *examines yellowed packaging and price-tag* Not forgetting the secret stash of Tupperware that my mum hid in every nook and cranny in the kitchen.
After digging through all our shelves, I have concluded that we have enough crockery to last my family 2 generations and I'm not exaggerating. We've got steamers, crockpots, pressure cookers, graters, serving sets and even a funky nut-chopping device, all never used. Hardly surprising, given that my family eats out 90% of the time. Which brings me to this question: Why so many?
3. Mysterious Ways
It's so strange that despite giving away a stack of books and CDs, throwing away old notes and scrap paper, packing away 1 big box of books, my bookshelf still looks untouched. *scratches head* Something's not right somewhere. Are my books reproducing when I sleep at night?
5 more days. I have 5 more days left in this place.
After giving away a whole bundle of clothes that I won't be wearing anymore, I have more than replaced the said bundle with a whole new bunch I bought during a sale. Critical mass of wardrobe = constant. Critical mum = constant, too.
When I packed my clothes into boxes, I filled up 2 cartons and still have enough in my wardrobe to last a fortnight. Even with so many clothes, it is entirely possible for the female to stand in front of her wardrobe every morning and declare "I don't know what to wear!"
2. Kitchen Confidential
My kitchen holds a tonne of dirty little secrets. Such as that packet of forgotten mushroom and preserved vegetables under the overturned wicker basket at the top shelf in the seldom-used cupboard. And that kitchen timer that was never taken out of the packaging (it's probably a collector's item by now. it looks retro enough). And the set of very sharp, very good quality kitchen knives of German make that were bought during a Robinson's sale about 10 years ago. *examines yellowed packaging and price-tag* Not forgetting the secret stash of Tupperware that my mum hid in every nook and cranny in the kitchen.
After digging through all our shelves, I have concluded that we have enough crockery to last my family 2 generations and I'm not exaggerating. We've got steamers, crockpots, pressure cookers, graters, serving sets and even a funky nut-chopping device, all never used. Hardly surprising, given that my family eats out 90% of the time. Which brings me to this question: Why so many?
3. Mysterious Ways
It's so strange that despite giving away a stack of books and CDs, throwing away old notes and scrap paper, packing away 1 big box of books, my bookshelf still looks untouched. *scratches head* Something's not right somewhere. Are my books reproducing when I sleep at night?
5 more days. I have 5 more days left in this place.
11 March 2008
Transitions Part Deux
Sorry I've been a little silent of late. I'm feeling a bit disorientated as I adjust my psyche to finally accept the fact that I am moving (as in, permanently. as in, not a camp) to a brand new old neighbourhood.
Even though I mentioned in a previous post that I'm going through some transitions, things at home have really been at a standstill until about, oh, just last weekend. I was happily going about my activities, ignoring the fact that I have to move away from a home I loved living in for the past 20 years into a smaller place without as much space and privacy. Sure, I talk about moving, I tell people I'm moving, it's just that I'm not so convinced that time would move so quickly that the day when I actually have to pack and move will arrive. And now it's just a week away, making it rather hard to ignore.
I lie on my bed at night, staring at the ceiling and I prop my feet against the wall, a wall that went through phases with me. It used to be covered in a pink and gray wallpaper, which I peeled when I lie awake, bored, as a pre-pubescent and an adolescent. It was then covered in yellow paint during the Asian Financial Crisis because my mum had no work to do and decided to dedicate her energy towards revamping the apartment. So we tore off the cracked and peeling wallpaper and repainted the whole house. Not too long ago, we repainted the entire house again. There wasn't any real good reason for the latest round of painting, it's barely been a year and we will be moving. Sigh.
I had some friends come over last weekend for a farewell gathering of sorts, as my home has been a gathering spot for various church and cell group activities over the years. They left with bundles of clothes and various accessories as my mum and I plied them with our clothes that we won't be bringing over. The next great erm, purge, for lack of a better word, will be our crockery. I have cupboards filled with Tupperware, and since they pretty much last forever, we never really got rid of the old ones to make space for the new. There are tonnes of quality pots and pans that never saw the light of day, and these apparently have survived the move from Malaysia to here.
Besides the spaciousness of the rooms and the memories here, I will miss the convenience of being 15min away from work and church, the various food haunts I enjoy so much, and the process of being utterly spoilt by my dad who will drive me out for breakfast before driving me to work, since it's all so nearby. I will miss the park near my home, where if I wanted to, I could just pop by for a really long jog. What I won't miss so much is... maybe the fact that it takes 1 hour to get to town, as opposed to my new place.
Night view from the living room
Fare thee well, old friend. It's been good while it lasted.
Even though I mentioned in a previous post that I'm going through some transitions, things at home have really been at a standstill until about, oh, just last weekend. I was happily going about my activities, ignoring the fact that I have to move away from a home I loved living in for the past 20 years into a smaller place without as much space and privacy. Sure, I talk about moving, I tell people I'm moving, it's just that I'm not so convinced that time would move so quickly that the day when I actually have to pack and move will arrive. And now it's just a week away, making it rather hard to ignore.
I lie on my bed at night, staring at the ceiling and I prop my feet against the wall, a wall that went through phases with me. It used to be covered in a pink and gray wallpaper, which I peeled when I lie awake, bored, as a pre-pubescent and an adolescent. It was then covered in yellow paint during the Asian Financial Crisis because my mum had no work to do and decided to dedicate her energy towards revamping the apartment. So we tore off the cracked and peeling wallpaper and repainted the whole house. Not too long ago, we repainted the entire house again. There wasn't any real good reason for the latest round of painting, it's barely been a year and we will be moving. Sigh.
I had some friends come over last weekend for a farewell gathering of sorts, as my home has been a gathering spot for various church and cell group activities over the years. They left with bundles of clothes and various accessories as my mum and I plied them with our clothes that we won't be bringing over. The next great erm, purge, for lack of a better word, will be our crockery. I have cupboards filled with Tupperware, and since they pretty much last forever, we never really got rid of the old ones to make space for the new. There are tonnes of quality pots and pans that never saw the light of day, and these apparently have survived the move from Malaysia to here.
Besides the spaciousness of the rooms and the memories here, I will miss the convenience of being 15min away from work and church, the various food haunts I enjoy so much, and the process of being utterly spoilt by my dad who will drive me out for breakfast before driving me to work, since it's all so nearby. I will miss the park near my home, where if I wanted to, I could just pop by for a really long jog. What I won't miss so much is... maybe the fact that it takes 1 hour to get to town, as opposed to my new place.
Night view from the living room
Fare thee well, old friend. It's been good while it lasted.
07 March 2008
Hi, I'm Quirkie and I'm a Pedant
Please do not use more than one spacing between your words
when typing out documents.
Please Also Don't Caps Every First Letter Of Every Word In The Sentence.
These constitute an EYESORE.
Thank you.
when typing out documents.
Please Also Don't Caps Every First Letter Of Every Word In The Sentence.
- Please do
- Bullet your
- Points properly
These constitute an EYESORE.
Thank you.
03 March 2008
Yadaaaa!
Do you think it's a good idea...
... to go against instructions?
... to print something butt-ugly?
... to be placed in a prominent position?
... for a nong nong time?
No?
Surprise surprise! Well neither do I. But some people just don't get it, do they?
May a thousand bedbugs descend upon your toes as you sleep!!
Totemo oki no bakajin desu ne.
... to go against instructions?
... to print something butt-ugly?
... to be placed in a prominent position?
... for a nong nong time?
No?
Surprise surprise! Well neither do I. But some people just don't get it, do they?
May a thousand bedbugs descend upon your toes as you sleep!!
Totemo oki no bakajin desu ne.
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