SG Fairy

All I really want for Christmas is for Him to be back...

Ya, I'm in that kind of mood.

I think it might have been a mistake to go for a short holiday just before Christmas... because now, I'm not liking being home, lol. I wanna go away for Christmas, somewhere nice and quiet, preferably with snow, a real fireplace, chestnuts roasting in it, a couple of bottles of really good wine by the side.

But of course even if I had the opportunity, I'll pass on it. Why? Because there's a family gathering and home could do with the extra pair of hands. There's no real good way of saying it without making myself sound like shit, but I'll do it coz it's my obligation - and we all know that Chinese kids are big on family obligations - well, at least my generation and those before; kids today are all CRAP.
It's not so much that I don't love/enjoy helping the family, I do. But, it's not like a, 'jump for joy' sort of thing.. do you understand what I'm saying?

Sigh.. I don't feel like working today... but that's too much to do; I was working at too leisurely a pace throughout the month coz at the back of my mind I kept thinking, "oh, there's time." I didn't get the memo informing me that this December would fly by in a flash.

It's crappy that we've crashed out and don't have a shot at the Finals. But my dear Lions, I'm not like other SG fans... you still have my love.

Genting was ok... the theme park was loads of fun and I'm glad we went to it coz I'm not getting any younger; only have this many years left to take thrilling rides without getting a heart attack. I even found guts I never knew I had to take a ride that was just, woah! In the past, when I saw similar rides, I'll be like, "never will I try it! not a chance!" But last Friday, I did *big grin*

I do suspect that my sis spiked something I consumed though... because, to tell the truth, it hadn't been a case of me finding the guts to do it. We had been out all day, and it was late afternoon, and I was tired and stoned out... you know, like really blur. And coz I was so stoned, I basically let myself get dragged along for that ride. When I finally realized what I was in for, it was too late: I was already like, 15 floors above ground. I can still remember the fear.

It was also enjoyable, hanging out with the guys when they joined us the next day. It was like, and excuse me for sounding so old, the old days, when you actually had time to hang out. We also visited a R&B club at Genting both nights we were there; it's good to know I can still dance - it's been ages since I last stepped into a club coz let's face it, SG clubs are shit. My sis and I agreed that people in SG go to clubs to look good, and not to just simply have fun. The entire concept of 'fun' does not exist in Singaporeans' clubbing guide; they only know how to show off. But in Malaysia, it was all about chilling out, just enjoying yourself. And that made a great difference to the atmosphere and my experience.

And it's also good to know I can still catch the eye of the opposite sex, lol, even in just normal boring tee and jeans; we hadn't planned on clubbing in Genting. It's the whole game, you know, that's so much fun... when girls club, they can enjoy themselves as much as they want, but they also have to be alert, on the look-out of guys who seem interested in them. Then you do an assessment, ask yourself if you wanna play along or you don't like them at all. If it's a green light, you flirt back from across the dance floor with your body movements, the looks etc. If not, you avoid their eye as much as possible. Then of course, you have to keep a constant eye on your drinks and your friends to make sure they're not getting taken advantage of. Bet you guys never knew how much stuff girls have to do while clubbing.

Now that I think of it, even if some guy had asked me to spend the night with him, I probably wouldn't have agreed - unless he's Mr. James Bond, coz well, who wouldn't wanna help him shake his martini? It wasn't so much coz I was having my period (what a way to start a holiday!) but coz I was only interested in the game... the flirting is the exciting bit, trying to see how much you can entice someone. But once you've hooked him, the fun ends, game over - you know you've won and that's that.

Don't look at me in disgust... you know you guys are exactly the same. Well ok, maybe a little different - you guys view the prize as being the sex, and so of course, you'll have the fuck if you can get it. I can't speak for every female, but for me, the prize is getting the "I find you so sexy I wanna fuck you" pick-up line. Once I get it, that's my prize, so thank you very much, you can go away now. Oh I'm sorry if you thought I wanted to screw you... no, I just wanted to know if I could get you to want to fuck me. The "huh? I though she wanted me?!?!" look is a bonus.

I'm an evil woman, hear me roar.

It's the game, baby.

Sigh... one more week til He returns... my Christmas's been delayed by a week.

I think I'll go find myself a drink this evening, after all the last-minute Christmas shopping (wrapping paper!) and grocery shopping... anybody wanna join me?

It's the AFF Suzuki Cup 2008!!!

Today's match will be in Vietnam, and the second one will take place this Sunday, 21 December.

Ticket details are as follows:

AFF Suzuki Cup Semi-Final 2nd Leg
Singapore vs Vietnam
Sunday 21 December 2008, 8.00pm
National Stadium, Singapore

Ticketing Details
Grandstand: S$10
Gallery (Adults): S$6
Gallery (Students): S$2 (While Stocks Last) (For Secondary School, Junior College and ITE Students only. Students must display valid ID for entry to Stadium)

FREE Entry for Primary School Students and Below (Gallery only. Students must display valid ID for entry to Stadium)

Sale Dates:
Tuesday 16 December to Friday 19 December
1.00pm to 8.00pm
South Gate, Jalan Besar Stadium

NO SALE on Saturday 20 December

Match Day (Sunday 21 December)
East and West Entrances, National Stadium
5.00pm onwards

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I wish I could go... but I'm off to Genting, taking the coach up tml night; coach leaves Genting on Sunday at 2pm... and I'm not confident I'll make it back in time.

I really hope we'll win!

I do enjoy Christmas... really, I do. The atmosphere, the carols, the Christmas deco (though this year's Orchard Rd deco sucks).. makes you feel warm and fuzzy all over.

But besides the whole warmth loving feeling, Christmas also makes me melancholy, and dare I say, even a little depressed. I know it sounds weird, the dual, totally opposite feelings it can create, but that's the SgFairy for you. Just something about Christmas makes me feel, I dun know, lonely? And I don't like to hear Christmas love songs... lol. Maybe it's coz not-so-nice things have happened in some of my past Christmases.

I've been very busy this month.. time seems to fly by too fast. There's just been too many things to do. Besides work, there's been the Christmas stuff like shopping for presents, and the cooking/baking experiments for Christmas dinner etc. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy the festive preparations, but they are tiring.

And I've been nursing this sore left shoulder for what now seems like forever. It's really irritating, and to top it off, some serious hard dough kneading I did over the weekend has now earned me an ache at my right shoulder joint; I can't suddenly move my right arm to reach for something behind me.

Yes I'm whining... every girl needs a complaint outlet; whichever female tells you otherwise is lying.

My Christmas shopping is almost done... there's this present I'm still making (with only a week left!) and one other person for whom I'm having lots of difficulty shopping for - what do you get for someone who has almost everything? :P

The bad thing about Christmas shopping is that you also end up seeing things you'll like for yourself. But because I'm no millionaire, I can't be buying stuff for myself just like that. And I would rather give things to loved ones than get myself stuff; I love giving. But still, sigh... how frustrating.


If Santa's for real, then I hope he'll give me all of the following this year:

1) Bobbi Brown or The Body Shop make-up kit (enough to fill a whole make-up bag, the big professional type of bag)

2) Perfume (coz I've run out... Oceanus, thank you very much, Santa!)

3) A nice big bag (I saw one at Charles & Keith that's heavenly.. another at Guess that's so pretty, and a few in Raffles City Shopping Center basement... ok, so that's more than one bag... hmm)

4) The cookbook 'Jamie's Ministry of Food' by Jamie Oliver

5) The cookbook 'How to cook everything' by Mark Bittman

6) 'Tales of Beedle the Bard' by J.K. Rowling (A must for the Harry Potter fan in me!)

7) 'The Assault on Reason' by Al Gore

8) A driving license (we are pretending Santa is real, so might as well take it all the way)

8) IKEA voucher (I need a new study desk and frames for the prints I got from Japan)

9) An Filofax organiser (can't decide b/w the ranges: brown Cuban Zip, spring green Botanic, orange Graphic Zip, and the very very very pretty but outrageously expensive ebony and ivory Deco)

So Santa, please please please, I've been a very good girl this year... well, I guess that depends on how you'll define 'good', lol... but yes, a very good girl.


You know.. that exercise actually felt good.. I feel like I've actually bought all of the above already... hehehe... nothing like self delusion.

I do have to get an organizer soon though... ridiculous how costly they are these days... you have to pay to be organised!

Sigh... back to work now, I guess.

Miss Him...

During a press conference, when Bush made a surprise visit to Iraq, a journalist threw his shoes at him.

See story and video here.

Well, at least we know Bush's reflexes are not too bad.

Yes, I am alive.

Just been sooooooooooooo busy since Tokyo; it's been a crazy few weeks.

I felt like a hamster on a wheel... wake up, bathe, go work, work, go drink, go home, spend time being a daughter, bathe sleep... and so on (with multiple inserts for smoking). Day in, day out it's been the same routine.. so much so that you start to wonder: is this what's going happen for the rest of my life?

Can just imagine what they'll put on my tombstone: 'She came, she worked, she died.'

I lead a pathetic life.

And now he's gone, for an ENTIRE month - when I next see Him, it'll be a new year. So it seems like I'll be at the same routine, just well, at the same routine alone.

I mean, I actually spent ALL of today working - I only went into Facebook ONCE *pat self on back*

The thought of this day repeating itself throughout December is kinda depressing. It's December: holiday month, Christmas carols, twinkling lights, bells and the like... I'm supposed to be merry.

But then again, I've always been very melancholy during the Christmas season - you feel all warm and fuzzy, but at the same time, you feel.. I don't know, subdued.

Anyway, there's a Genting trip coming up, just the weekend away, so that's something to look forward to. And I intend to try my hand at baking and building a gingerbread house (how domesticated!) plus visit Southern Ridge, the Zoo, National Museum, Marine Barrage, and maybe a day on the beach in Sentosa.

If I do actually go to those places, it'll be a miracle.

I've been thinking of drinks.. but you'll think that with this recession the prices of a serious vodka would drop.

Sheesh.

I'm whining, I know... blame Him for being away.