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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
385: Joint bank account! :)
The BF suggested last night that we set up a joint bank account for funding our future home. That's equivalent to him asking me to marry him! Imagine how delighted I was, I went to sleep smiling to myself.
I thought it was a GREAT idea, we'd save a little amount each month and deposit the money into that account. It's like putting aside a little money for our future. And the bad thing about saving our own money in our account is that we don't put in a fixed amount each month, and we might accidentally use the money. In our joint account, he stated the rule of ONLY depositing, but NO withdrawing.
OH MY GOD. I am soooo happy. :)
I thought it was a GREAT idea, we'd save a little amount each month and deposit the money into that account. It's like putting aside a little money for our future. And the bad thing about saving our own money in our account is that we don't put in a fixed amount each month, and we might accidentally use the money. In our joint account, he stated the rule of ONLY depositing, but NO withdrawing.
OH MY GOD. I am soooo happy. :)
Monday, August 25, 2008
384: What would I do without you, baby
I cried after lovemaking this morning. I was lying on top of him and he took my face in his hands and we looked into each others' eyes when I asked him, "What would I do without you?", then put my face on his chest and burst into tears. The prospect of that happening scared me, I couldn't help myself. And I cried because of how dependent I am on him. The tears rolled down my cheeks and onto his shoulder.
He reassured me to make me stop crying and whispered words like he loves me and that we'd get married next year. That made me feel better.
He reassured me to make me stop crying and whispered words like he loves me and that we'd get married next year. That made me feel better.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
383: At the end of the day
Felt kind of important at work today. Linda Tan, our retail director, is calling us up practically everyday to ask us to transfer stock to the kiosk at T3. I only did a day of transfers for her on Friday and guess what she said when she called this afternoon, and I picked up the phone? She told me she wants me to be in charge of the T3 transfers, which means that I must pack everything up, change the price tags to prices without GST, fill in the internal transfer forms, and now my additional job is to consolidate all the transfers, day by day, into an Excel sheet. Which meant that I spent 2 hours in the office sitting in front of the computer, typing. While everyone else is on the shop floor working their asses off. Although I get to relax and sit down, but somehow I feel a little stressed, with the additional responsibility. Najib even gave me a clear folder to put in the transfers, for my own reference. He called me the acting supervisor/assistant supervisor.
But at the end of the day, I'm still a part timer earning $6 an hour.
But at the end of the day, I'm still a part timer earning $6 an hour.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
382: Ethan Boy was here!
It's been about 2 months since I last saw him. His parents brought him over in the afternoon, stayed for about 45 minutes only, the family had a date with their friends.
It was weird, after not seeing Ethan for such a long time. He's grown taller, his hair's fuller, he runs faster, and can speak some words like "No more", "Please", "Daddy", "Mummy", "Barney", and "Bye bye".
He was shy at first, he didn't dare come into our house when they reached our doorstep. He only came in when his mother called to him. His father said he has to warm up first. After a while, after he warmed up, he played with us and danced when his father played the Barney song on his handphone. When it was time to go, he hugged each of us a few times and even kissed us on our cheeks. His "Byebye" was adorable.
We were all delighted when his father asked when they could bring him back. My ma said we thought they were going to keep him with his aunt for good. Ethan's father said that was only temporary. So right now we only have to wait until my ma doesn't need to go to the hospital or polyclinic for any appointment, and until then can Ethan come back to our house.
I managed to snap a few pictures of him, he even smiled for the camera. :)
The BF came over too. But too bad he missed Ethan by 10 minutes. He hasn't seen him for a very long time too. We did nothing much. He helped to burn a recovery disc for my laptop. Then we watched some Olympics and he read his book, I watched a movie on my laptop. He wanted to go to the library but it was raining and I didn't feel like going, because it was cold. Then I must have ate something wrong cos I had a little diarrhoea. The BF just left.
Have to work tomorrow. Nowadays have been dreading work because of the work load. New kiosk is opening at T3 so the crew there has been sending a list of things to be sent over. The whole week I've been doing transfers, but the tedious job is the paper work. Yesterday the shop was short handed. I was supposed to be the cashier for the Tees section but the moment I stepped into the office at 8.30 in the morning, the phone rang and I jotted down all the list of things to be sent to T3, that took me about half an hour, and I spent the rest of the day collecting all the things to be transferred, writing the things down on the internal transfer forms, and tagging the price tags. Luckily I had a little time to get ready the stocks that arrived that morning. And since I was the cashier, I was busy with all the transfers that I only opened my counter for about 2 hours. Which meant that I didn't have enough money to cover my float. Which meant that the moment I prepared my float money, I closed the counter. I closed counter 1 at 6pm. Total sales $200+. I did OT yesterday.
Please! Enough of transfers!
It was weird, after not seeing Ethan for such a long time. He's grown taller, his hair's fuller, he runs faster, and can speak some words like "No more", "Please", "Daddy", "Mummy", "Barney", and "Bye bye".
He was shy at first, he didn't dare come into our house when they reached our doorstep. He only came in when his mother called to him. His father said he has to warm up first. After a while, after he warmed up, he played with us and danced when his father played the Barney song on his handphone. When it was time to go, he hugged each of us a few times and even kissed us on our cheeks. His "Byebye" was adorable.
We were all delighted when his father asked when they could bring him back. My ma said we thought they were going to keep him with his aunt for good. Ethan's father said that was only temporary. So right now we only have to wait until my ma doesn't need to go to the hospital or polyclinic for any appointment, and until then can Ethan come back to our house.
I managed to snap a few pictures of him, he even smiled for the camera. :)
The BF came over too. But too bad he missed Ethan by 10 minutes. He hasn't seen him for a very long time too. We did nothing much. He helped to burn a recovery disc for my laptop. Then we watched some Olympics and he read his book, I watched a movie on my laptop. He wanted to go to the library but it was raining and I didn't feel like going, because it was cold. Then I must have ate something wrong cos I had a little diarrhoea. The BF just left.
Have to work tomorrow. Nowadays have been dreading work because of the work load. New kiosk is opening at T3 so the crew there has been sending a list of things to be sent over. The whole week I've been doing transfers, but the tedious job is the paper work. Yesterday the shop was short handed. I was supposed to be the cashier for the Tees section but the moment I stepped into the office at 8.30 in the morning, the phone rang and I jotted down all the list of things to be sent to T3, that took me about half an hour, and I spent the rest of the day collecting all the things to be transferred, writing the things down on the internal transfer forms, and tagging the price tags. Luckily I had a little time to get ready the stocks that arrived that morning. And since I was the cashier, I was busy with all the transfers that I only opened my counter for about 2 hours. Which meant that I didn't have enough money to cover my float. Which meant that the moment I prepared my float money, I closed the counter. I closed counter 1 at 6pm. Total sales $200+. I did OT yesterday.
Please! Enough of transfers!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
381: Plans plans plans
This is my 381st post since I started this blog on December 2004.
Plans. Plans of getting married, settling down, having babies. Thinking up plans like these at the age of 19. I'm in a hurry. The BF's 31.
I've set our ROM date as 09.09.09. Next year. Soon, baby. Until then we'd have a steady income and savings.
A flat. Our home. Our love nest. Teehee.
My first love. My first BF. My first man.
He has asked me, in the past, of what is true love. He asked me that question a few times, during our first few months together, back when it was the sweetest part of the relationship. I told him, "True love is being with you, baby."
But thinking back now, what really is true love? I have no idea.
Is it the willingness to sacrifice EVERYTHING for him? Or being able to remain married and live with him for the next 50 years?
I can't sacrifice everything for him, but I want to be married to him for the rest of my life.
Sometimes I'd sit and think, of how lucky I am to have got to know him. I can't list out all his good points. Because I love everything about him, except his unromantic-ness. He's not a romantic, I can't get him to be romantic, he doesn't believe in romance.
We met in IRC. Back when he was lonely, back when I was lonely. Amongst the thousands and thousands of IRC users online that very moment, we chose each other to talk to. I can't even remember what we chatted about, didn't even know his real name, his age.
I've never regretted giving him my number.
I'm a HUGE believer in fate.
This, is a real live example.
Plans. Plans of getting married, settling down, having babies. Thinking up plans like these at the age of 19. I'm in a hurry. The BF's 31.
I've set our ROM date as 09.09.09. Next year. Soon, baby. Until then we'd have a steady income and savings.
A flat. Our home. Our love nest. Teehee.
My first love. My first BF. My first man.
He has asked me, in the past, of what is true love. He asked me that question a few times, during our first few months together, back when it was the sweetest part of the relationship. I told him, "True love is being with you, baby."
But thinking back now, what really is true love? I have no idea.
Is it the willingness to sacrifice EVERYTHING for him? Or being able to remain married and live with him for the next 50 years?
I can't sacrifice everything for him, but I want to be married to him for the rest of my life.
Sometimes I'd sit and think, of how lucky I am to have got to know him. I can't list out all his good points. Because I love everything about him, except his unromantic-ness. He's not a romantic, I can't get him to be romantic, he doesn't believe in romance.
We met in IRC. Back when he was lonely, back when I was lonely. Amongst the thousands and thousands of IRC users online that very moment, we chose each other to talk to. I can't even remember what we chatted about, didn't even know his real name, his age.
I've never regretted giving him my number.
I'm a HUGE believer in fate.
This, is a real live example.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
The period is here!
Waited in anticipation for 2 weeks and it's finally here. The delay is due to stress of, something. Regarding life. Growing. Inside. Me.
We thought I was going to be, well... You know.
Although I was the one who was more worried. He said we wouldn't be so lucky.
I thought I glimpsed a flicker of disappointment in him when I came out of the toilet at the zoo yesterday and told him, "Baby, there's blood." And he replied, "Oh, no baby."
But now's not the right time, we both understand that. But we'd still be happy if I were to be, you know.
I think he wants to be a father, now?
But in the meantime, I'm glad that it's here. It's relieved me of all my doubts. I don't have to go and buy another one of those bloody expensive $16 tests.
We call these periods 大姨妈, but in some countries, they call it Aunt Flo. Hahaha.
Oh, I love you, you whole load of bloody mess.
But the cramps are killing me.
We thought I was going to be, well... You know.
Although I was the one who was more worried. He said we wouldn't be so lucky.
I thought I glimpsed a flicker of disappointment in him when I came out of the toilet at the zoo yesterday and told him, "Baby, there's blood." And he replied, "Oh, no baby."
But now's not the right time, we both understand that. But we'd still be happy if I were to be, you know.
I think he wants to be a father, now?
But in the meantime, I'm glad that it's here. It's relieved me of all my doubts. I don't have to go and buy another one of those bloody expensive $16 tests.
We call these periods 大姨妈, but in some countries, they call it Aunt Flo. Hahaha.
Oh, I love you, you whole load of bloody mess.
But the cramps are killing me.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Day at the Zoo
Went to the zoo with the BF this morning. He was a little sleepy in the morning so I thought he didn't want to go, in the first place. I was nervous when I introduced him to my friends and colleagues. This is the first time, I swear. I've only ever introduced him to my family. After two and a half years together, oh well. Anyway, after that things started to perk up.
At first when we alighted the bus it started to rain heavily, but after a while the rain died down.
We enjoyed ourselves very much. :)
At first when we alighted the bus it started to rain heavily, but after a while the rain died down.
We enjoyed ourselves very much. :)
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