In A Flash

The school holidays are passing in a blur of children, outings and tuition classes. JCC's been busier than usual, what with the kids here for half the day (literally half of the day - 12 hours) and the preparing for next year's intake and the organizing the outings on top of the cooking daily. There was even a period of 2 weeks where my staff was on leave and I had to run JCC on my own from opening to closing (again, it's 12 hours).

Whoever the hell who is not a business owner trying to run a business by themselves, and who says their job is to bao sua bao hai (cover mountain cover sea) (a hokkien term for having to do everything) can go fuck themselves. 

Weather's been unpredictable, but so far on all our outings it's been good luck so far. Let's hope the skies will clear up later on today and let us maintain our lucky streak. 

We're going to the Kids' Kampong today! Apparently there's longkang fishing (squatting next to a small drain with a small net and a bucket to catch the fishes inside) and animal feeding. My friend Tommy's going too, and his kids are going in at my expense. I'm actually more than happy to pay for them, but apparently I need to pay for the maid's entry too. Bummer. 

Makes one wonder exactly how many families cannot handle their own children and needs the maid to follow them everywhere. 

Aaaaanyway, I watched The Hobbit with the boyfriend yesterday. Movie was supposed to be good, but the Cathay cinema at Causeway Point kind of ruined the show for us. The show kept stopping halfway through, dragging us out of the story with some crappy techno playing to a blank screen while we groaned and cursed, and then forcing us back in a little ways on so that we either forgot what was going on in the show or couldn't catch what was said for that few lost seconds. Also, the colour tone shifted between reddish and blueish while Gandalf was having a meeting with Elrond and Galadriel. I was so turned off with the colour tone changing every few seconds that I didn't catch anything they said at all. Also, no reparations were offered.

Avoid Cathay cinemas at Causeway Point people, it will ruin the experience of a good movie. They are el sucko. 

Christmas Is Coming

Random squawk: Pardon the elementary language, I haven't written for very long and it seems I have lost my touch. Imma try to write as much as possible to get that magic back.


So my staff went on a long leave (11 days, to be exact), and I am stuck with covering for her during the school holidays, on top of my own duties in the morning. Which means I am working from 7am to 7pm daily until she comes back.

I am so sleepy!

Planned all sorts of activities and stuff for the December school holidays. Wonder if it's all worth it. But then again, this month is the first month that JCC's turned a profit since it opened its doors in April this year. Got lots of new sign-ups this month, thanks to my tireless efforts in stalking parents outside the schools when they went for their P1 orientation.

Since JCC opened, I think I've changed very much as a person. Skiving is a thing of the past now. I am laden with so much responsibilities and an endless to-do list, I am permenantly wound up and hardly get any sleep. If you think you have it bad now, with a boss hanging over your head, try being a boss yourself. It's bad when your boss berates you, but it's much worse when you have to berate yourself.

But yeah, felt satisfied when I saw the numbers going up on the monthly report this month. Woohoo~!


So the boyfriend took me out to the beach yesterday, and we brought a red pail and a big net. I was expecting a couple of baby half beak fishes at the most, but what we got was a lot more.

We got a few different species of small crabs from the beach itself, a snail which I thought was a plastic trinket at first because of the bright colours, 3 gobys (one of which is a cannibal and I have to remember to remove it later when I get home), 2 hermit crabs (one of which was supposed to be an empty shell for the first hermit crab to change into, but ended up having another hermit crab inside), and a handful of tiny little scats, which in hokkien is called "kim kor".

The boyfriend picked up and showed me the sand dollar, which I've never noticed before. I didn't even knew they existed! He showed me how to find the sand dollars, and after I learned how to, I couldn't stop seeing them all over the beach. Those little bitches were everywhere!

I indulged in a little childish habit of mine, which was to pick up seashells. The boyfriend was cool enough to join in my silly antics and allowed me to bring the shells I picked home. I brought 2 home, both equally impressive. One was white, conical and enlongated with ridges lining the sides, and the other was smooth, round and sparkly clean.  The boyfriend himself brought back a lower jawbone of a barracuda, and two rocks with seaweed growing out of them.

We put them all into a small marine tank and the end result was nicer than we originally thought it would be. We have a tiny ecosystem going on in there, inclusive of fish, crustaceans, a mollusc, sand, rocks and seaweed. It was so much nicer than if we went to a shop and bought the stuff. Granted, most of the animals in there are not sold in shops (because they're "not nice" enough to have people pay money for them), but what we have was something more special.

What we have is the reminder of a day out in the sun, at the beach, with a pail in one hand and a net in the other, acting like small kids and getting excited over tiny fish. Not to mention a little piece of the beach in my house.

It was a romantic day :)

Updates

So the adorable new guy told me that he wanted our monthly "nice meal" to be on the 18th of this month, and that it should be a really nice dinner.

Was wondering why of all months, he chose this one to set a specific date. Then it hit me - 18th Nov was our half-anniversary! Our first tiny milestone!

For those of you thick in the skull, it's been officially 6 months since we've been together. And it's adorable that he remembered.

Aaaaanyway, work's great, life's great, nothing to complain about.

Since my hiatus, I :

- changed a boyfriend
- opened my own student care centre
- made some new friends, formed a group called 'G6' (long story)
- been thoroughly enjoying life

Work's been stressful as hell, but then again, work always is, but in this case because I'm working for myself, I'm the hard-pressed boss who yells at myself all the time when I make a mistake.

But you get the picture.

G6 is fun, although our Alpha was the first to disappear. Then we have Bravo, and Charlie (that's me), and Delta, and Echo (who is dating Delta), and Foxtrot. 6 people in total, thus, G6. Because, "like a G6, like a G6".

Til next time, au revoir!

We're Going To The Zoo!

.... Tomorrow.

So excited!

Clinton and I. Just us. :)

Memories

Memories are such bittersweet things.

You relish them, and yet when you relive them you get that twisty sniffle in your nasal passage, that sour feeling, almost as if you were going to cry.

And you're perilously close to. You scrunch up your face, hoping that the tears won't come.

They don't. They never come. So you're stuck with that anticlimatic feeling, like an unfulfilled orgasm, for the rest of the night.


I got around to watching old movies from my childhood recently. They're awesome, and they bring back lots of sweet memories. There is a love-hate relationship with sweet memories; you love them because they're sweet, but you hate them because they're gone.

I watched The Secret Garden the other day. It was one of my mother's favourite shows. I get the feeling that it still is. She even made up stories about the main characters, what happened to them after the movies. My mom once told me that when she grows old, she'd like her own little secret garden. I'm working towards that.

Was watching Hook today. It took me back to a time when I still believed in faries and toys that magically wake up to play when you're sleeping. I think I read too many Enid Blyton books then.

Memories took me back to when everything was fun, and innocent, and carefree. But what marrs the sweetness was that it also took me back to a time when mom and dad were young and carefree too. Dad still had a full head of black hair, and mom was carefree enough to always be planning and plotting new adventures for the weekend.

What happened?

Did we all lose focus on what's important, or did we all just grew up?

Will we all get so complacent that we forget that one day, people will leave and worlds will come crashing down?

Cliche as it may sounds, treasure the people around you, the people who love you. Build even more bittersweet memories, take lots of pictures to help.

You never know when they may come in handy.

Are You All Gone?

Am I still being monitered?


Can I come back now?


Then again, fuck cares because the people who used to moniter my blog and run crying to their support group when they get shot at are no longer here, are they?

Yes. This is who I've become.

Deal with it.