The things people do ..

I was in my condo carpark about to get out of my car the other day when another resident who had just come down to the carpark unlocked his car and I heard his car SPEAK. Yes, it spoke. And not in English .. in Japanese.

Beats me what it said but I think it GREETED him .. it was in this trying to be sweet sounding lady's voice. Eh, it was creepy lar. And rather loud too. I can't imagine parking in the middle of the night at your carpark and hearing that instead of "teet teet" .. lol :p

And sure enough when he locked the car (he had come down to retrieve something from it) .. the voice bid him farewell (I assumed) as the car locked.

WTH!

Since it was a Honda saloon .. and I drive an Odyssey .. I can safely tell you now that it wasn't a standard issue car locking system. Why on this earth would you want a car locking system that SPEAKS instead of going "Beep beep" ?!!

It's the first time I've ever heard of such a thing. I mean, come on, it's not like the car is KITT from Knight Rider .. ah, that would be a car to die for. Not only does it speak when you lock and unlock it, it can have a conversation with you while annihilating your enemies on the road. Ah, what I could do with KITT as my car. I could blast those idiot drivers outta my way.

Anyway, the guy and I end up in the same lift and I was soooooo tempted to ask him WHY he had installed such an awful thing in his car. Did he need friends? Was it important to him to have his car greet him in Japanese?

Of course I didn't. He is a neighbour and he'd have plentiful opportunities to scratch my car if he felt that I was being rude.

Yes, after my yelling incident with the first floor neighbour of my block, I am more mindful about who I erm, become enemies with. As my Hubby says, "But he can SCRATCH our car, honey".

Lol :p

That first floor neighbour and I are now hostile enemies. Incidentally, he didn't yell at me. I was the one YELLING at him.

That will be story I will tell another day.

One of my favourite photos

This was taken when I was a couple of months old back in 1974. See, that's my mom holding me. She was a young mom. She had me when she was 21. That's my aunt and my uncle - they are the youngest in the family so I grew up pretty close to my aunt. She's about 10 years older than I am :p We're still good friends today. We talk often :p I love her a lot.

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Wa. Now even colored pencils

Have ABS :p








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iPhone app gone wrong

This is what happens when you rely on an iPhone app to track ovulation to PREVENT pregnancy. The app can be wrong (especially if u refuse to fork out US$0.99 for the deluxe version) and you end up pregnant with your 5th child.

Yes, folks I am about 14 weeks along and that is my scan this week.

Lol ;p

No one will really understand the excited horror I felt when the 2nd blue line appeared on the test stick. It was kinda surreal and I felt faint. I tried to let out a cry of horror but failed. I tried to cry but failed - cos I can't cry on demand (lol). Now I know how an unwed young teenager feels upon testing and seeing the 2 lines on the test stick.

But yes, although we didn't plan for a 5th child, we are happy nonetheless. At the end of the day, children are a gift from God and we've been very blessed so far with 4 perfectly healthy girls who are an absolute joy in our lives.

My due date is the 22nd of Jan 2011. And this time, it's ligation for sure.

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Never trust a hair stylist

Whose name is just 2 letters and it's not initials like TJ, AJ, or KC. Lol :p

I was in desperate need of a hair coloring and went down to the hair salon at the mall near my home.

I was assigned this rather young skinny chap who asked what u wanted done and proceeded to inform me of their rates for a haircut etc.

He was ok I thought not chatty which how I like them to be cos small talk just kills me. It was a long and laborious process coloring my hair. I wanted to die. And after it was almost finished, my hair stylist felt compelled to tell me that I had "horrendously thick hair" - so much for customer service eh. This is one of the main reasons why I dislike going to hair salons here. Zero tact. I've been hearing that all my life btw. That my hair is very thick and while it used to bother me when I was a teenager, now I figure with me being a ripe old age of 36.5 - hell, I ought to be grateful I still have such thick hair!

Anyway, I didn't bother to tick him off. My friend says I should've gone to a more expensive hair salon. Do you think it would've mattered? I seriously doubt it cos I've tried a range of hair salons in terms of pricing and I just think hair stylists HERE have no customer service skills. At least when I patronize a cheap hair salon and the aunty tells me my hair is thick etc, you sorta understand cos well, she's an Aunty - they are usually tactless to begin with. Lol.

By the way, my recent visit to the hair salon cost me $350. That's not cheap anyway.

And my hair stylist's name? Xe. Yes, I kid u not. He informed me that he has Wednesdays off. Guess what day I'm going down to the hair salon next when I have to touch up my hair coloring? Lol :p

Corrinne May rocks!

I've always liked Corrinne May's voice :) I have her 2005 album, Safe in a Crazy World. Love some of the songs there to bits :)

She wrote and sang this year's National Day Parade song, Song for Singapore. It's AWESOME !! Although I ain't a big fan of such, err nationalistic songs .. I thought this was FABULOUSLY done.



Read more about Corrinne May HERE:)

Why can't you drive like me?

Amazingly, that's what The Hubby said to me one day as we were driving (I was the one driving) to church.

Eh, WHAT THE HELL?!!

See, it's not that he doubts my driving ability. I have been driving for YEARS with NO accident at all. And I drove in the States when we were there ... bigger vehicle and I drove on the highways there in pitch black conditions (we were driving all night to get to Disney World, Florida .. took us freaking 28 hours of almost non-stop driving) ...

He just wants me to drive like him. Cos he is a control freak. A BIG OLD NUISANCE CONTROL FREAK.

And it's driving me INSANE. The Hubby has declared that he will not be driving from now on .. and that I, will be the driver at all times. Blardy hell. Blardy blardy hell. I tell you that man can nag and complain and generally make so much noise when I'm driving it's super super annoying.

Of course, our driving styles are different. And of course, he thinks I should drive like him. He thinks his driving style is RIGHT, AND THAT IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL WAY OF DRIVING. Blardy blardy hell.

I tell you, most times when we get home, I have such an awful headache. And I bet my blood pressure shoots up too. Most times, we end up arguing in the car cos after a while, whether I agree on not ... it just gets to be too much and I end up telling him off.

SIGH.

I swear the man is going to kill me someday. Or me him. I have visions of fitting a "EJECT" button in my car for the passenger seat so that I can just press it and see him sailing through the air and landing HARD on the ground a few feet away from my car when he gets too much on my nerves.

I complain to my maid, I complain to my friends, I complain to the kids .. they all know btw that "Daddy is like that" and don't seem to suffer any ill effects from us sometimes bickering in the car .. hahah :p It doesn't ever get too loud, just me saying that he is such a nag and is giving me a headache then him responding that he cannot understand why I cannot accept his "tips and guidance" ...

Blardy man. Blardy blardy man.