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We finally let our predictions out of the box

In December 2007, the boys, Sivin and I sat down to dinner and wrote predictions for ourselves and for each other. Without reading any of them, we put all the slips of paper into a box and we were supposed to open the box at the end of 2008 to see whether our predictions came true.

This is how good we are at procrastinating: we finally opened the box this New Year’s Eve. And the interesting thing is, way more of our predictions came true in 2009 than in 2008. Are we better at looking into the farther-future as opposed to the nearer-future or did the extra year simply increase our chances of getting something right?

Just off the top of my head, these were some of the predictions for me:

I would buy at least two pairs of shoes: Too easy. I’ve bought two pairs of shoes in a day.

I would sponsor a World Vision child: We did. Two, in fact.

Hubby and I would have a major fight: We had our worst ever fight in early 2009.

I would learn to cook: Technically I do know how to. I just suck. If it meant I would cook more, it didn’t happen.

I would cook a meal for the guys: Nope, didn’t happen either.

I would find a close female friend: I think it meant one here in KL. All my closest girlfriends are overseas. And no, that didn’t come true.

Hubby and I would think about starting a family: We talked about it in mid-2009. And decided not to just yet.

I would get pregnant: Less than a month after our talk… well, you know what happened.

Hubby would admit that I was right in front of all the boys: I can’t remember if that actually happened but I must say he’s become a lot more… receptive over the last two years.

Y would become a better husband: Yes. Especially in 2009. After that major fight.

Reading others’ predictions for you tells you a lot about how they perceive you and what they hope for you. There were two predictions on cooking, two on starting a family, at least three on our marriage. These are just ten of them. There were heaps more. And as G said, whether or not they came true didn’t matter, they warmed his heart. And mine.

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I never thought I would…

Find myself sitting in Starbucks watching hubby and C demonstrate what diarrhoea looks like with their Frappuccinos and straws. I was mortified. They were so loud. And they laughed even louder. It’s a good thing I was facing outwards, looking onto the street. I’m sure nobody saw me hoping with fingers crossed that none of the dozen people around us were paying attention. Then I looked at hubby hollering with laughter and he looked so happy that I forgot how grossed out I was.

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Bridge on a rainy Saturday afternoon

Because we had to wait an hour for Y’s mobile phone to be repaired, Y, J, C and I made ourselves comfortable at a nearby bubble tea place and ended up playing games to pass the time. It’s been a long time since I played bridge and even longer since I played Snakes and Ladders, and it was nice.

With gloomy skies overhead – we didn’t mind because that meant cool weather, bubble tea by our sides and nothing to do but relax, we had fun. I won our only game of Snakes and Ladders thanks to an unbelievable streak of good luck. Then we moved on to bridge. I used to play lots of it during my first two years in Melbourne, but that feels like such a long time ago.

It was so good to see the boys relaxing on a Saturday afternoon without having to think about work. Y and J didn’t even talk about advertising once!

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The alcohol last night made me sentimental.

A friend has gotten engaged and I am truly happy for her and her new fiance. She’s a great girl and he seems like a really cool guy. As the wedding invitations taper off after the boom of last year (or was it the year before last), I am reminded every time somebody takes the plunge that I, too, took the plunge, and have been swimming for the last almost three years.

I can’t believe I’ve been married that long, even though it really isn’t very long as far as happily ever after goes. People still ask me how’s married life because in most of the circles I traverse, I’m a minority. Married life is great, thank you for asking, I’ve finally succeeded in teaching Y to actually glance in my direction when I start one of my rambles. I reckon it’ll be another ten years’ worth of work before he learns to make suitably responsive noises.

No, seriously, married life has been/is great. And I thank God almost every day that I got lucky. But that’s not what I really wanted to blog about. A bunch of us went out last night – friends from my university days, either my age or give or take one to two years either way. And it struck me that right up to the day we graduated uni, we were pretty much on par in terms of where we were in life. We all went through school, we became friends, we hung out, we shared meals, we earned our degrees, we knew the same people, we were even fairly similar in terms of background…

Then we graduated, and everything changed in a flash. We got jobs in different industries, we saw each other once in a while, I got married, others were dating then they got married, others broke up, others remained single, some of us climbed the corporate ladder, I still wear slippers to work when I feel like it, others travelled the world, I wished I did, and really, we were not ‘on par’ in any sense of the word anymore. Each of us were on dramatically different journeys that we had forged for ourselves, sort of yelling across the grass to our friends on their respective paths every time the jungle cleared enough that we could see each other. And it had all happened so quickly.

It’s no groundbreaking revelation, I know, but I guess it never hits me hard until I actually come face to face with these friends. And I don’t know exactly what I’m trying to say, except maybe I had a good time. It’s always nice to catch up and see how we’re all so different now, that even though life has thrown us for so many different things, whenever we get together again, it reminds me of when we were back at uni.

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We decided to try and be happening

Last weekend, two colleagues and I decided we would try and be happening by showing up at a MixFM party we’d been invited to. It was in Maison, KL, on a Saturday night, and you know what going down to KL means for me – mini road-trip! It seriously feels like that, sometimes.

We got there “fashionably late”, that is to say, almost one hour after official start time, but still pretty early by clubbing standards because the event started at 9pm. The great thing about it was, all our drinks were on the house, or on MixFM. The bad thing about it was, all three of us had to drive so we had to watch the alcohol intake. Bummer! Also, the DJs must have forgotten the invite said ‘Retro Mix’ because they barely played any retro songs! And we were so psyched up to do the Y.M.C.A. if they played it… seriously.

So we did what any self-respecting potato* would do in that situation: we talked (or rather, shouted because the music was so loud), we drank and we camwhored.


I seem to have lost the ability to take pictures of myself as quickly as I learnt it.


Doing the Hong Kong starlet 1, 2, 5 pose. This is 1…


This is 2…


This is 5. Yes, I am rather embarrassed. I don’t know what we were thinking.


My fellow potatoes*. Christine (L) is not drunk, despite how she looks. Really. And that’s Reta (R).


After about an hour or so, we finally deigned to get our asses off the chairs. I know I look like a tomato, but it’s called good circulation. Remind me to take photos after I’ve regained normalcy in future, please.


See, I can look normal.


With Dawn Jeremiah.


The three of us posing with a cigarette.


This I stole off Reta’s blog. Those drinks you see on the table are yum. I’ll be getting more sex on the beaches in future. That’s what the drink is called lah.


And this I stole too.


And this, the best accidental snap of the night.

* The company we work for is called Hot Potato. Figure it out.

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Girls In Karaoke Lounge

Singapore, 27 April – Two girls were spotted in an unnamed karoke lounge yesterday, crooning with mouths awide.

The girls, whose identities have been withheld to protect their privacy, said they were there for the lunch special with some friends. One of them admitted to being a regular, while the other was later seen swooning intently to Jerry Yan, a member of Taiwanese boy band F4. Sorry, I mean singing.

“It’s a side of her I’ve never seen before,” said one of their friends, Kaye, who declined to be photographed.

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Life and Love.

Yuchun is on his way back to KL even as I type. The past 4 days have been amazing, though now that he’s gone, there are two things I need to do: stop pigging out, and sleep. I don’t think I’ve stopped eating since he landed on Thursday morning, and I don’t think I’ve slept this little since… I can’t remember.

And of course, I need to get down to work. I have 4 weeks to the end of semester, and it’s absolutely shocking. I feel like I’ve been living in a different world the past few days, and now it’s time to un-pause my life and get down to assignments, magazines, and more assignments. And then, home.

The title of this entry is “Life and Love.” I had much to say, but I can’t seem to piece my thoughts together decently. Must be the lack of sleep. Maybe tomorrow.

Greg, I can’t wait to go back so I can see that goofy grin of a man in love on your face. 6 months from now, I hope you re-read all your blog entries from this past week. Chad and Angie, it was great hanging out, I hadn’t seen you guys in a while. Charlene and June, we should catch up more often. Charlene, you’re very much in our thoughts. Dida, you guys too. Everyone else, I’ll see you soon. I had one of my best laughs in a while on Friday night.

I can’t think. I’m sleepy. I feel so blessed.

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