BBQ is fun, and truth from facebook

This week has been a hell week for me. Work and lack of sufficient sleep made me overall grouchy. However, it ended with a smashing BBQ at Bayshore. Alcohol, music, meat, clams, mushrooms, nicely grilled buttered corn, grilled bread with avocado mix homemade spread, and Otah. My dear friends who did the grocery shopping while I shamelessly napped at home also bought my favorite beer of the moment-ASAHI. Thank you.

Weird sign at BBQ pit, huh?


Of course it was harder to complete work on time with Facebook to distract.
After facebooking, I realized I really should make an effort to keep in touch with people.

A Gu Wah Zai friend obsessed with cigars had ended up in Philly. He cursed Indiana weather repeatedly when we were in school, so why he is there now is a mystery I will attempt to solve soon. Another friend who traveled all over the States with me in a van got married three months ago; and yet another is a proud father of a six-month-old cutie son!
I seriously suck as a friend at times, but I shall endeavor to be a better one.

I felt the earth move under my feet

Last Wednesday evening, around 7.15 pm in manager’s fish tank office. Feeling nauseous and stuffy as office air conditioning auto shut off by 6 pm.

Teleconference call with ana* client who went through the report point by point, line by line. I was dying slowly inside. I might not get to eat dinner that night, I thought, all the Shenton restaurants would be closed by the time the client complete his droning. He was beginning to sound foreign.

I felt giddy, damn the client, he’s going to make my head explode. I laid my head on the table. Didn’t help. Ooh the building was moving, I realized slowly…ahhh… that’s why I felt giddy. I walked out of the fish tank and noted all my coworkers looking around, dazed. Whoohoo! Legit excuse to cut off the client.

I yelled over to client who was still online, “We’ll talk tomorrow, we’re leaving the building now!” Client gave a quick ok! His building was moving too.

I grabbed my (really) cute (real) leather hand bag, and wasted a few seconds wondering if I should carry my duty free NZ wine a coworker had bought for me. Nah. Forgot my mobile too.

Laziness overcame life preservation, we took the lift down (from 11th floor), which stopped at almost e-v-e-r-y floor, I felt. Some silly office girl (from the 6th floor office) couldn’t decide if she should run back to grab her wallet, so the lift was held up for another five seconds. I seriously wanted to shove her out of the elevator. Next time, I'll take the stairs, I thought, less aggravation. We made it to the first floor eventually, and headed off for Kopi at a nearby shop house.

That night and the following morning, Singaporeans felt little shakes in their high rise flats and offices, as Indonesia was hit by a series of Richter scale 8 quakes.

Let's love our bods!

I’m very into loose fluffy comfy cotton or linen tops. I hopefully think they make me look ethereal, but the truth is, ethereal bag lady is more like it.

I went to FCUK and tried on this full-of-etheral potential top that looked cute on the hanger. Wah, if I ever want to look heroin-skinny-anorexic ...this top is IT!

I’ve not had this problem for a while. I was very skinny growing up. Skinny brings a whole different set of problems.

You can’t fit into clothes 70% of the time, and when you do, you look like a crap cheapo hanger. People always joke (this is bad joke, not funny at all) about how you have to grab on to lamp posts just in case the strong gale of wind sweeps you away. You also can't stop wondering why you’re not growing fast enough and if you’re going to be SHORT for the rest of your life (no more wondering).

I now do grow, but sideways only. But the good thing is that it’s easier to wear stuff. I was very happy when I went shopping in Bangkok and realized I was considered medium-size.

What’s the point of this blog? I forgot. It’s Monday morning (2 a.m.) and I’m getting tired. I shall sum it up as we should not take our body shapes for granted – it could be much worse. We could be in the best shapes of our lives now. Love your tummy bulge and rub it lovingly now.