Get ready for a tsunami of post!

Working is seriously bad for the health of my blog. Not that anyone is actually following it. But you know, just for the record.

As no life as this sounds (but then, I never said that I have a life), I go home everyday after work. Except for tuition and dental appointments. And the occasional movie with the newly formed movie clique, k-box with the JC guys and that's about it.

But hey, considering that 70% 80% 85% of my friends are attached, I am already making the best of the situation.

Once I reach home, I will plonk in front of the huge ass (or some say) TV and fall asleep before the first commercial comes round. Then it will be dinner, bath-time and then back into my very messy and neglected room. Where I will switch on my laptop, check Plurk/emails/blogs, decide that I will have a little lie-down and then conk out for the rest of night. Waking up for 5 mins to have my glass of milk, brush my teeth and read about a page of whatever book I am reading.

Yups, I have so many thoughts in my head that they are all clogged now.

Some are gone. Some are stuck but ideas/witty quotes removed from them. So, today, I will do some rescuing and then space the post out over the day(s) or something.

Possible posts: On definition of short, on booty calls, on tax evasion, on ERPs, on things people do in relationships and on stalky guys from PA IT.

But I have to say, I am not in the top-of-the-world mood today. BEWARE for sarcastic/mopey post and reaction.

No offense okays?(:

I'm not trying to dig shit here but I have witnesses *coughs*high*coughs* school behavior again. Ahh wells *shrugs*

I just spent my very precious sleeping time reading a book with a good twist but a crappy build-up and ending.

Off to bed for 4 hours of sleep.

Oyasumi~

触摸 - 陈迪雅

I woke up with this song stuck in my head.

Googled it once I reached the office and yups, I rather like the lyrics.

If I have the time (and am in the mood), maybe I'll translate. But for now, I like this phrase -

好想看你的笑容，对离开的他说，你心中那份美丽， 怎么找都不会再有。

Will not translate it now because some songs when translated, loses its meaning.

Muffin Monday(:

On a lighter note, I baked muffins last Sunday.

This time I baked -

Yups, instant mix again. Strictly speaking, it's not baking baking. But hey, it's close enough! While mixing the mix, I saw this (note: only selected people can see it ;p)-

Heart-shape!

Tacky! Anyways, the baking went fairly well. I had time to watch Narnia on TV and bake! The only boo-boo is that I got my first baking scar! Heh. Was pushing the batch into the oven and *tada* touched the inside of the oven. !#@!@$!@$!

And, I wrote these while watching Narnia and waiting for the muffins to bake -


Heh. I've decided to bring muffins to work and leave it on their table before they arrive. It will be a nice start to the morning and might help to chase away the Monday Blues! When I was working in IRAS, the supervisors used to that all the time. It was pretty nice.

I also packed the muffins individually -

It took much longer than expected!

The next morning, I went into the office pretty late so I didn't have the chance to leave it on my colleagues' desk. I handed them out instead. Whees~ Gundu me forgot to bring the camera so no pictures.

The colleagues seem pretty surprised? I don't know. Hahas.

I guess they are just not used to people doing these kind of things for them. We are from a different generation anyways.

But my supervisor, Veronica and my colleague, LeeLing was thrilled though! Hehes.

Oh wells! Muffins Monday!

Hurt?

This is just going to sound so dumb. Especially after my post about parents and how they like to scold when they are worried.

But, I guess. Easier said than done?

See, I've been feeling nauseous for the past week or so. Especially when I smell food or stuff, I'll just feel like puking. All appetite killed and everything. Wait, the appetite scale will go into the negative region since my appetite is zero these days.

The only time that the puking feeling didn't surface was last night during the supper date with the Deyi gang. I was feeling hungry for once! And after that, I was feeling FULL!

I thought I was getting better. The whole pukey phase over. But nopes. When the "fragrance" (inverted because it stinks to me) of my mum's cooking floated into my room, it almost made me retched.

So, I went out to tell my mum. And she just yelled in my face. In typical parents' manner, she put the blame on me. Like how I've been sleeping late, waking up late and basically, just existing and living.

The father and sister unit just sit there and pretended that nothing happened.

I hate this. Their indifference. My mum's accusation.

And at this point in time, I'm just tired. Tired of being understanding. Tired of rushing home everyday to make sure that she's not home alone. Tired of being tired. Just tired, okay?

I'm worried about your impending doctor's appointment but I'm not yelling at you, am I? And to my sister, thanks for not standing up for me. Especially when I did.

Fuck. Just fuck.

I think I am going to stay in my room and skip dinner.

Random.

No, I have not gone all sappy on you guys. Still quirky and random.

But I do think my brain has gone a bit blah and blah. It's kind of like this now -

And some of something else.

Everyone, please say hello to my new "Flower by Kenzo" perfume(:

I think I smelt 10 over scent behind deciding on the SJP's vanilla ice-cream one. But at the last minute, I got this instead. Pretty nice. But I still like my Anna Sui - Secret Wish. Maybe I'll go back to that after I finish my Kenzo's(:

Alright, time for bed and I promise to tidy my table tomorrow.

Hen Chong i-Econ.

(insert picture of shop sign)

Yups, that used to be the name of my dad's shop. Well, before that, it was "Hen Chong Econ Mini-mart" and WAY before that, it was just a simple provision shop in a kampung.

The shop is no longer around anymore. Well, technically it's still ours till 7th July. But the shop is not open anymore and the evil occupiers (that's how I like to think of them) have already started their renovation.

Anyways, my childhood is very much tied to the shop.

Dad and me(:
(See the bottles of sweet in front? I used to pretend
to talk to my dad and then "steal" the sweets. Heh.)

Mum and me next to the star of my favorite instant noodle(:

Do you know that every shop has a second floor? There's a stairs at the back that leads to a flat upstairs. SO! I lived above the shop for 4 years. Since I was a baby actually.

in the kitchen(:

As the flat above the shop is pretty big and the grandparents are always there, the cousins like to come over to visit.

Grandpa and a really ugly me.

Two of the cousins and my sister.
(Cousin holding me taught me how to walk!)

And as the parental unit are always busy, they tend to put the sister unit and I in baskets and put us next to them while they stack goods/work.

And the neighbourhood knows us as the basket girls-.-
(Look at that really ancient ice-cream fridge!)

I have a very huge group of friends when I was a kid. All kids from the shops surrounding my dad's! We will run around in the neighbourhood, playing block catching, police and thief, badminton, catching ants, hopscotch and etc.

This is about 1/3 of my group of friends.
(My 1st best friend was 11 days younger than me! Not in picture.)

Then when my brother came along, we got a flat 8 floors above. So, for the next 8 years, I lived in the shop above the flat part-time (stay there in the afternoon and go home at night). As I move into the terrible teenage years, I only visit the shop daily after school/work/going out for the next 8 years.

When I am tired or had a bad day, I will just sit in the shop and my dad will try to cheer me up by talking politics. Or I'll just do some solid people-watching there. It's really nice(:

And sometime, when I come home late, it's always nice to walk past my dad's shop. Somehow, it's comforting?

Of course, the flat above the shop is also the place where my friends and I spent a considerable amount of time doing our IP Project in Secondary One. I would like to post some pictures of my group mates sitting (very un-glamly) painting cardboard boxes. But I doubt I will make it out alive if I did.

I took this a few weeks before they started packing -


Yups. 21 years. So many (much?) of my memories are (is?) linked to the shop. It's kind of sad to let it go. I almost cried on Monday when I sat in the shop and realised it was the last time I'll be doing that.

And what I will miss the most is that I won't be able to see my grams everyday anymore.

Grams and me(:

I'm rather worried about her. Without the shop, she has nowhere to go. Which means she will be spending her days at home alone. Sigh. I really should get the key to her house from my dad so I can visit her after work and school.

Taking a last look at the shop -

The stairs leading to the shop upstairs.
No more boxes of goods by the side and shoes underneath.

The door separating the shop and the back.
Ripped of all the numbers and drawings (from our childhood), it looks old.

The shelves emptied of their goods.

So yeah. I'll miss the shop:(

Where do I go now when I am sad? *sigh*

(insert picture of shop closed).

P/S: The shop was supposed to be called "Heng Chong" but my dad mis-spelt the name during registration-.- So it became Hen Chong. Yes, hen as in the one that lays eggs.