Onnion's Peeled


The great Onnion a.k.a mahjong addict/kahki had an accident the other day. It was a minor one, right before he was due for a mahjong session with Lazy, Benny and I. The standard people for our twice weekly mahjong session.

Not one to go into much details, I won't go into how he got into the accident. It was around midnight when I received a call from Benny, saying that Onnion was unable to make it for the session because he was in an ambulance.

Fearing for the worst, Lazy and I picked up Benny and we rushed straight to the hospital. And we found this happy little idiot.



The happy little idiot was very happy because there was a pretty nurse on board with him on the ambulance. Idiot.



Not one to give up photo opportunities...



We chatted and waited with him at the waiting area for god knows how long (note: If you are in great pain and urgently need to see a doctor, don't go to the Accident and Emergency section of a hospital. Don't go to a hospital at all.)



The doctor, still under training, was an asshole who thinks that he's a higher cut above the rest. When Onn and Lazy asked him something, he bluntly answered "That's not my probem." (That's why I said not to go to a hospital.)

Onnion, having never sat in a wheelchair before, was having the time of his life.



Obviously, like the little kid in all of us, he turned it into a race / stunt car.





Shortly after being extremely pissed off with the doctor and Onnion having had his superficial wounds cleaned up, we were sent to have him bandaged. We had to wait again for an hour or so, with Onn exploring more and more stunts he could do with his wheelchair until it was his turn to go into The Room.



Couldn't understand why bandaging needed to be done inside the operating theatre, but we had fun with his emtpy wheelchair while he was in there. Alone. With a pretty nurse. And a scratched testicle.

It's Depressing


I guess everyone goes through this at some point in their lives.

You know, when you feel that you've done your best and more to be the perfect daughter, without losing your identity the best way you know how, and still have your mom imply that you are a horrible daughter to her friends in front of you.

No matter what you do, no matter what decisions or choices you make, the whole wide world will have something bad to say about it. Sure, it's not their problem if they run their mouths, but it kills you a little inside everytime you see the disapproval in her eyes despite your very best efforts.

What have I done wrong?

Pictures from Tracy's 8th Birthday on 22 Nov

Pawtobello Pet Cafe

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Get ready for the overload!

My Baby Tracy

I Never Thought That I Too Can Become A Machine


I talk in the appropriate situations.

I laugh when given cue.

At a gesture or a hint, I react.

I put a smile on my face in front of the people that matter.

But who knows what lurks beneath that smile? Even I don't know.

I occasionally raise my voice up a few octaves and act my age when facing male clients.

But I am not my age. I wish I were. You don't know how hard it is to not be my age when I am.

I mechanically go to work, and mechanically come back home and without realizing it, I've become the product that which I most feared I would be.

I no longer feel the vibe that I once did, that life was full of meaning. Now I feel that nothing holds much meaning, that I'm just going to live my life just the way everyone else does. A normal, plain, conventional life.

I, like the rest of the whole wide world, am just a greyhound, chasing after a mechanical white rabbit. Some push others out of the way to get in front, some get left behind, still running and panting after the rabbit. If not for our vests with numbers on it, nobody can differentiate who we are, except that a lot of dogs are running together.

I was an artist. I loved everything and found joy in the simplest of things. I was abstract and slightly kooky. Now I live each day from paycheck to paycheck, waiting for life to pass me by, soon to reminiscing in my wheelchair in my 60s about the time I wasted on the material things in life. About my very normal, healthy, and spice free life.

So there I go. A normal girl with a normal life.

What more can I want?

Exhausted


I can safely tell you that, last Saturday was one of the rare few days that I wasn't sleepy throughout the entire day. With work and classes and the addition of Mandy, the world's turned topsy turvey. Which explains why I haven't been blogging like the good little kitty that I am.

*trying to find more excuses as to why I haven't blogged for so long*



You'll be overloaded with photos once I find a break in the middle, like this on a Saturday afternoon when Lazy is still asleep, and edit all my pictures for hosting.


The ultimate combination.

A lot has been happening since my blogging hiatus, which hasn't ended yet because everything around me is still topsy turvey, such as ... ... never mind. Never too good to divulge everything at one go I always say.



Just a little sneak preview today of how life's been like..



That's Rycel on top and that's Benny below, between games during our weekly Friday and Saturday midnight mahjong match. I got to know these two eons ago when I was still in primary school, after I moved house and gathered up the courage to play basketball there alone.



Rycel, better known as Onn, is the joker of the whole group that used to be. He still is, and he regularly drives Lazy and Benny crazy with his mad antics during mahjong.



Well folks, this is all the time we have today, and I thank you sincerely for being here and being so patience and understanding blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda.

Gotta scoot!

My Eyes Hurt


They've been red and watery since Friday. I think it's because I've been eyeing the cute guys that keep walking in and out of our worksite area (wait, did I say guys? I meant guy) I hope it's sore eye, so I can infect pretty much everyone at office! Bwahahaha!

Anyways, for lack of something to say, I'm digging up old pictures to talk about.


My baby stands out among the rest.

I took my 2A TP on 6 Nov. I had originally expected to only meet Daniel, Lazy's colleague, but ended up meeting more than I thought was possibly possible.



That's OnceEarth on the left with number 16, Tiantian in the middle with her ponytail, and Daniel's ah beng arm on the right. A secondary school classmate of mine, Andrew, was sitting a few rows behind me. And this girl we recognised as to be someone from the forums but didn't want to talk to.

It was fun. Raining heavily though, which explains what happened next.



At the waiting room after the test, they called out THREE people. Out of possibly 80 over people. Three. When the three had their papers handed to them and went off, the rest of the entire room was told that they passed. Myself included, of course.

So yay. There. Got my 2A. Next step - class 3!

I'm hungry. Let's talk about food now.

This is calamari, from Spizza.



Ain't cheap at $11 a pop, but they're worth every single damn cent. The salsa sauce that they come with is heavenly. When you take a piece of calamari, dip it in the sauce and put it into your mouth, you suddenly understand the true meaning of euphoria. I'm practically drooling right now thinking about it.

It's a crying shame when I can safely say that these cowabungas were (at the point of consumption) the best doughnuts I've ever had.



These little mommas weren't exactly pipin' hot, and they looked like shit, but they were mouth-watering. I got them from Suntec as a congratulatory present after passing a certain work-related exam.

Because I was riding, these were stuffed without thought into my bag and brought home. Still, there really were awesome. Mint Dark Chocolate from Suntec's doughnut factory. Try it.

(After much debate, the Double Chocolate from the same outlet has been dubbed "King of the Chocolate doughnuts", purely for the surprise it concealed inside.)

On a chocolate related note, the most expensive chocolate ever bought for me were these.



With a grand total of $40. Nope, they're not from Lazy. They're from my sister, who bought them on a whim when we were out shopping at Harbourfront.





Try some. They're rich and totally melts in your mouth.

This is the spread both Lazy and I made together on Lazy's birthday.



It's not much (we were broke after getting Mandy), but it's home. Where there's love, there's home, right?



This is also not a work of Lazy's. These prawns are given to my mom by her friend, who in turn cooked it and made it so to show us that she has itchy hands. The being the very creative yours truly, I shelled and checked a bwol into the freezer.

20 minutes and 3 packets of McDee's mayonnaise later, it became this:



Nice.

The next entree is actually a complain case. You can see for yourself.



Need I say more?

Last post of Angie-turned-Mandy for this week


I realized that I've posted too much on Angie/Mandy ever since she came home.

Oh by the way, Lazy's changed her name to Mandy, after Mandy of The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy.



He thinks I look like Mandy most of the time, but doesn't dare to call me that straight to my face. Bwahahahaha! So from controlling himself from calling me Mandy for too long, he's decided to call Angie, Mandy. Mom wants to call her Kiki, but that's another matter altogether.

So, here are even more pictures of Mandy!




"Tracy ah, don't leave your bear bears lying all over the floor ah!"

My Lazy and my Mandy





"Who's a pretty girl?"





The sisters.