Random ramblings

Two years back, when I was 21- I hated 21. It was the year where you got invited to countless number of birthday celebrations. And I think, if averaged out, it was like one invitation every week or so. Scary isn’t it? Needless to say, I went for only three birthdays that year – mine, my best friend- Xin’s and a constantly delirious girl’s.

What I didn’t count on was – this year come 23 (with a lot of friends older than me), I have a lot of wedding invitations too! *GASP*. Everyone is getting married.. all the great guys are taken (ok.. some shitty guys are taken too.. thank god) while I’m sadly still very much left on the shelf. BUT HELLO!!! I’m only 23 lor… still young what.. so I shouldn’t be fretting about being the latest addition to spinsterhood. RIGHT?
Honestly, what I really want to whine about is – BYE BYE MONEY!

Anyway, with more wedding invites, it also meant more obligatory funerals to attend. With aging.. so does your friends’ grandparents or parents right? It may sound morbid but I very much prefer funerals to weddings. No need for small talk with the dead; lots of weeping; the right to dress in wholesome black; traditional comfort food; etc etc.

So. Yes. As you grow older, there’s a wide array of invites you can look forward to – obligatory or not.

P/s: I need to attend a funeral tomorrow, and a wedding in two weeks time.

I’ve this constant preoccupation that my hypothyroidism WILL be chronic and someday I will collapse and die unglamorously on some sidewalk. Grandma has her own personal medicine box where she keeps all her medication and guess what? I have one too! (When I’m only freaking 23). I’m also one of two people whom family members come to when they are in need of medicine for common cold or flu or sore throat or fever or pain or gastric pains or ETC ETC ETC. Perhaps the biggest piece of evidence is that I’m a frequent visitor at my family clinic like once a month? Worst yet, I blame it on NIE’s fengshui (BUT IT’S TRUE.. WHENEVER SCHOOL TERM BEGINS, I FALL SICK LIKE NOBODY’S BUSINESS!!!!)

Ok.. you have to know that thyriodism is hereditary and I got it courtesy of Grandma. Don’t get me wrong.. I love her no matter what nonsense she placed in my body (even though it’s no fault of hers – it’s like hers and many other dead ancestors combined ; like some kind of combo plate OKAY).

NOW guess what? Grandma has this skin condition called Psoriasis where your whole body would get inflammation. It’s a chronic recurring condition and I BET big bucks that it’s probably an hereditary condition – because my Uncle got it as well. GASP! I don’t want to be stuck in ULU-SCARY- DARK- QUIET CDC.. all on my own in that superduper tiny room! (FYI – I’m Claustrophobic and I will probably die when kept in a cage).

I’m crossing fingers and toes and hands and legs that I won’t get it. NOT ME! NOT ME!

Alright. I admit it – I’m a fucking big hypochrondriac.

(BTW, I think my family needs an in-house doctor, so if there’s any tall, dark and handsome doctor reading this out there – please send in your marriage proposal)

Just completed the finishing touches and added in a button for aesthetic purpose.
I didn’t count the number of stitches and rows, purely intuitive – so, no knitting pattern for this.
Thankfully, the disparity was minute.

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Here’s where I was the whole of today – being the instructor for the Ostrich Egg Booth.
Today was rather mellow compared to last year, nonetheless, I had great fun, certainly gained an immense amount of exposure and met very creative and brilliant little people.

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Written by one of my P5 boys – Akhila.
He gave the story a 360 degrees twist.

Buzzzz! The security sensor at NUTC Minimart buzzed shrilly. Someone had left without paying!

The thief, a small boy, nicknamed “Kiasu” by his friends, stopped dead in his tracks. Almost instantly, someone was heard screaming, “stop that thief!” Pandemonium and panic reigned.

Mr Wah, the pudgy manager cum cashier of the minimart, staggered out clumsily, his puffy face red with indignation, his hand holding an enormous bowl of wanton noodles. “What the heck is happening here? Can I ever have some peace here? Everyday a thief will appear and the whole mart goes bersek! I can’t even enjoy my wanton noodles!” he hollered breathlessly.

Hearing those words, numerous customers stared at the boisterous manager with looks of utter disgust. One man shouted out, ” look here, Mr Wah, some idiot is stealing something from your shop and we can’t even inform you?!” At this, Mr Wah glared with his foggy eyes and bellowed out, “that boy is my son!!! He is taking a bottle of oil to his mum! What’s wrong with that?!”

The man who had shouted earlier on started to creep away, muttering sheepishly, “I didn’t know that…” The crowd who had gathered at this outburst started to disperse slowly too. Meanwhile, Mr Wah muttered under his breath as he marched back into his shop, “crazy customers….oh man, my noodles have gone cold!”