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*sniffle*

I have a cold and I’m leaving for bangkok in 33 hrs…

My nose has 30 hrs to run out of stamina and STOP RUNNING

*sniffle*

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I’ve been a bit under the weather lately. Soreish throat, sniffles, fever… basically the onset of a flu. All those horrible fluish symptoms to make me feel all URGH but nothing very bad…

Nothing till friday when I woke up feeling dead, took MC and literally slept the day away. Between yesterday and today I must have slept 20 hours. And I didn’t even wake up with that groggy ‘I want too die because I slept too much’ feeling that I usually get if I take naps. This illness is evil…

Finding food which is good for my throat but palatable at the same time is seriously damn difficult. I’ve eaten fishball soup macaroni, sliced fish soup with rice, porridge aaaaand a CALIFORNIA HANDROLL.

I maintain that the handroll is permissible under the ‘Persons with flu who cannot for the life of them taste anything’ guidelines. And that handroll (consumed for dinner on terrible thursday) made my miserable day all better with its fresh, lightly vinegared short grained rice, cold and freshish crab stick, buttery velvet avocado, crunchy cucumber and mildly sweet tamago egg.

Delish!

The fact that it came from my favouritest jap chain of all time made it all the better!

I am having this thing for iciban boshi (and ichiban sushi, it’s heartland (less glam) sibling). I maintain that the food there is fresher, nicer and more value for money as compared to sakae sushi (not as fresh, boring spread) and sushi teh (there is nothing i like there and it’s fricking ex for the amt of food). Almost everytime I’m there I have to eat their ichiban don, the salmon sashimi rice bowl, drizzled with sesame oil + other yummy drippings, cut red chilli and spring onions.

My mouth is watering just thinking abt it. It’s the rice that makes it so yum! I love the blend of vinegar and deliciousness which is the rice and who can say no to salmon sashimi? (Unless you detest the feel of raw fish which unfortunately my stupid other half does).

Another must have is the crispy lobster salad roll. OMG…. it is sooo good. Whenever us 3 girls get together at ichiban boshi for stuffing our faces + yakking session, we usually end up eating at least 5 plates of this yumminess. They fry a log of seaweed wrapped rice and cut them up into slices. Then they add this amazing ‘lobster’ salad which is made of prawn, mayo, bits of roe and a dab of wasabi. Seriously omgwtfbbq.

I have no idea how an entry about nothing morphed into this food explosion. Maybe I’m just hungry after a week of healthy and bland. It’s my subconsious telling me that it wants jap food again though I had eaten there just last monday. Bad subsconsious!

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The death of a good friend’s grandma got me thinking about my own. She’s the only grandparent I have left after my grandfather, her husband, passed on in Nov last year. Thinking about life without her prompted me to drop by her place today, something I used to do weekly but which sheer laziness and this thing called life had stolen of late.

I don’t know if I’m in denial or if I’m just awfully dense. When I went to visit my granny today, I almost blurted out, “ah gong leh?”. (Where’s/How’s grandfather) That would have opened a huge can of worms, not because my grandma would be distraught, she has dementia and in her instances of clarity, is actually taking it alot better than the rest of us. It would have been the faux pax of the century as my aunty, who was very close to my grandfather, was sitting next to me.

Maybe we all deal with loss differently. My friend penned a beautifully heartwrenching post about his loss. It left me in tears not so because he’s such a sexy wordsmith, but because his pure grief resonated within me. I didn’t show it much during the wake or after but I don’t know if I have totally come to terms with it.

It’s funny how after the amazingly huge cry at the crematorium, after our tears have dried into crumpled balls of tissue in our clasped fists, we were able to troop back to the place where the wake was and have a meal together. This meal was like any other family gathering of ours, lots of laughter, gossiping, walking around poking fun at other people, carrying the babies and vying for their attention.

I haven’t cried since that day. I haven’t thought about him much except during mass when the priest reminds us to pray for the faithful departed. My dad and the rest of his siblings haven’t talked about my grandfather in a sad way. Christmas and CNY passed without tears, just a sign and a exclaimation of how it’s our first <insert occasion> my grandfather isn’t around.

— Everything above this line was written last evening —-

Maybe because of what I wrote last night (and didn’t publish) and this article which sounds like bogus nonsense, I dreamt of my grandfather last night. My immediate family and I were on our way to the cemetary (which is odd since he was cremated) to visit him and my brother got a phone call on his hp. It was my grandfather who told us that he was ok and filled us in on his life. None of us found it very odd as we turned the car around and gave him directions to the restaurant where we would be meeting the rest of the extended family for dinner to celebrate something or other (with 50+ people in the family, SOMEONE is always having a birthday).

Maybe it’s his way of assuring me in my dreams that he’s alright, that it’s ok not to feel alot. That I shouldn’t feel guilty that I don’t miss him more. I am happy for him in a very twisted way. He was so mobile and strong in the past, my grandfather of my childhood. Illness made him so dependant on others to do basic things and that physical pain was probably not as bad as the mental pain of being accused of having done many horrible things by the dementia plaguing my grandmother. Death took all this pain away, though it also took away my chance of having my healthy happy grandparents witness the next milestones of my life. My children will never know how wonderful their mom’s grandfather was. How he would get into a cab with my grandma, ladden with goodies, and surprise me at my place during school holidays. They will never see how much he loves them.

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Just a geek update to satisfy my geek high.

I’ve finally configured my work computer to have 2 different profiles for firefox. A work profile with all my work related bookmarks, extensions, etc. And a personal profile with my bookmarks from my home computer. Yay! I now have my treasure trove of links to nonsensical stuff which only I can seem to appreciate. It’s gonna be damn useful especially when I’m telling my colleague about this webby I often visit but can’t for the life of me remember the:

• url
• name of the website
• any other distinguishing marks apart from the layout

Yes I am useless that way.

So… this nice pretty segmentation of personal life (the kooky person which is me) and my work life (which is so not me) is complete. YAY!

On a not entirely seperate note, I installed this extension ‘Scribefire‘ on another comp with the same Firefox version (2.0.0.13) as my home comp. Works fine. Tried to install it on my home comp last night and was told that it is not compatiable with that version of Firefox. Getting increasingly frustrated at it because it doesn’t bloody make sense. It’s binary right, this whole computer thing. 1 - yes, 0 - no. How can it not work on one comp and work on another?

Scribefire works now! For some reason yesterday was an off day and today it miraculously appears!

Today however sees the dawn of another Internet issue. Reading xiaxue is kind of a guilty pleasure of mine. She’s got lots of pics up, an interesting way to writing things and companies approach her to do advertorials for goodness sakes. She is also a pink loving cussing bimbo which, I suspect, is a personality I am habouring inside (or displaying outside depending on who you speak to). Anyway, guilty pleasures aside, for some reason, the pictures on her blog don’t load on my comp. All I’m seeing is a small little box where the photo was.

MIND-BOGGLING

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I was link hopping and ended up on this website, Identime (can’t remember the name of the site) which allows you to see what kind of info people can dreg up with just your email address.

Apparently I had uploaded pics on flickr (i seriously don’t remember) and my friendster acct is there for all to see. Luckily it’s a nice pic up, taken under flattering light in my not-so-fat period of the fish soup diet. Anyhoo, surprisingly enough, this blog does not appear. No wonder nobody visits la, cannot find it also.

(No, it has never occurred to me that the lack of visitors might also be because of my lack of blogging.)

I have thought of starting to blog again but now that I’ve started work it gets a bit iffy. While NUS was unlikely to go kick me out because of a blog entry unless I venture into defamation or what shit, I think my employers would have reason to monitor these things and sack me (at best) or sue me (at worst). No money.. don’t sue.

That brings us to a stalemate as (like most employed minons can tell you) there is no life beyond work. Dispel the idea that the money you get every month will pay for an exciting life. Sry to break it to you girlfriend but your life will revolve around nothing but work.

1. On a superfacial (and obvious) level, you can’t pon work like you could pon class. It’s just not done.

2. Even if you have the time to meet friends after work (if you don’t need to OT) you might not always have the energy. Plodding around in heels while shopping with the girls after a mind numbing day of emails is damn tiring. Old liao la…

3. Even if you have the time and the energy, the number of friends you would have accumulated over the years (At least 5 groups - pri, sec sch, jc, uni, poly, misc) would allow you to meet each group at most once a week (and that is nonwithstanding the other factors outlined above). You would spend most of the time giving updates which usually revolve around work (that bitch which totally made your day a living hell), and reminiscing about the past - when life was much better but so under appreciated by your past younger foolish selves. All this talk is necessary to upkeep the relationship just so that you guys don’t drift apart.

BUT, for those among you who have the energy, time, equally energetic and free friends who all share the same ZEST for an EXCITING and ADVENTUROUS life. Then good for you. You do not belong in MY group of lazy cynicism. My blog entries would probably depress you and serve as a potion to turn you into a cynical minion of the larger global workforce. Shoo! SHOO!! Run now while you still can and frolic around where there are green meadows and rainbows shooting out of the asses of unicorns.

*Disclaimer: The utter rubbish above is why I don’t blog often. I have nothing to say.

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