Sometimes, you cant hardly call Singapore a foreign land. But when you
are in a place, where the culture is different, and you hardly have
friends and relatives (I do have, but they somehow dont know how I
look like or maybe exist) around, it is a foreign land.

Sometimes I think I am pretty lucky to have Mr Grumpy here with me.
Sometimes, I wished I could import each and everyone of my friends
back home to be here with me. Because there are times where I am
feeling PMS-sy and I need a girlfriend around, Mr Grumpy is not
exactly the first choice I go to.

Sometimes Mr Grumpy understands and sometimes he forgets that I am,
infact, alone here. Its been only a month, and yes I do make friends,
but nothing can be compared to friends back home when I need them
sometimes. Sometimes I dont like to remind him to be around and I am
in fact alone when he goes off to meet his friends <its an all guy
gang.. I dont reaaally fancy> because that is just sad. Sometimes I
wished that he knew what I was feeling. Sometimes I dont know what I
do sometimes.

Sometimes I wished Mr Grumpy knew the reason for my dependance on
internet. It's, infact, the only way I can access to my friends and
family on the internet. But he just said "I dont think I need it"

Sometimes I wished Mr Grumpy knew that I need him around when I go
shopping, and not just stand outside the door and feign
sickness/tiredness everytime I suggest going to walk around. Sometimes
I wish he knew more about women and how they like seeing every single
item in the store like how he goes into each and every single DVD / VCD store 2,358,723,644 times instead of glancing from outside the store and make
and assumption that "oh nothing to see one" because I got noone here
to go proper shopping with (one friend here has a baby, another is
MIA, another is too busy and the other is a whinner... I got not much
choice).

Sometimes I wished that Mr Grumpy isnt so paranoid about living it to
the fullest and not worry about small matters like, who is going to do
what to who, or who knew what, and what is going to happen what to who.. etc, because by
being afraid to make a mistake itself is a mistake. Sometimes I wished
Mr Grumpy knew that.

And sometimes I wished that Mr Grumpy doesnt have to read this and
know what he has to do next. Because by then it will be too late and
my PMS has escalated to sky/outter space/stars/moon/mars/alien
planet/haven.

And by the time Mr Grumpy reads this, he will be doomed to be sleeping outside for 1 week.

And I also forgot to mention that it is reaaaally an expensive affair to make me angry

I received 3 missed calls from an unknown number in Singapore.

Thinking that might signal it to be important, I called back. I was
greeted by this garbled voice recorded answering machine:

"Dank yew for calling slops, if yew know the extenzion, pleaze enter
the numbew. If yew ar calling regardin oberations pleas press 1. If
yew ar calling regardin HR and relaterd madders pleas prez 2....<and
other garbled departments until number 183473564> If yew need any
assistence, pleas pres silo"

Right. As I dont know what 'slops' is, I pressed "0"

After waiting for few seconds, I was greeted by yet another garbled
voice. This time its not a recording.

"Hellow, yes?"

"Someone called me from this number, can I know what is the name of
your company?"

"Singapore Offshore Pectorial Plivate Limited"

"HUH?"

In my mind was like...

Singapore? Has an official company? For matters relating to chests/breasts?

So I asked: "Can you repeat that?"

"Singapore Offshare Plectorial Plivate Limited"

Even more garbled than ever.. So I asked her to spell it out... but
she refused, and kept on repeating the same thing again and again.

"Singapore Offshare Plectorial Plivate Limited"
"Singapore Offshare Plectorial Plivate Limited"
"Singapore Offshare Plectorial Plivate Limited"
"Singapore Offshare Plectorial Plivate Limited"
"Singapore Offshare Plectorial Plivate Limited"

Argghggh!!

So I searched the net for "Singapore Offshore".. guess what I found?

Singapore Offshore Petroleum Private Limited

= SOPS
= Petroleum

Goodness....

And I still dont know who called me from there.

As usual, I woke up in the morning to make breakfast. Being the good
person I am, I fried an egg for Mr Grumpy, who was by the way...
SLEEPING.

After making breakfast, I proceed to wake Mr Grumpy up. He mumbled,
groaned, saying "dont fry things.. I got sore throat..." he said it
sooo pitifully...

FINE.

So then I ate the egg, and proceed to wash up.

Next I heard Mr Grumpy rustling the refridgerator for...

CHOCOLATE MILK!

T_T

First he say he doesnt want fried things.. cos he has sore
throat..next he is having chocolate milk. Cold one sommore.

So crever.

Dont play play ok.

The first time I cooked rice.

It turned out neither rice or porridge.

The second time I cooked rice and steamed egg with mince meat

The rice, again, turned out neither rice or porridge and the steamed
egg is too hard.

I swear, I saw Mr Grumpy had a hard time swallowing the food that I cooked.

So this time round, I came home before Mr Grumpy (so that he wouldnt
nag me in the kitchen) to COOK! Ok before I start, I dont know how to
cook meat... I bought the cooked chicken.. so leave me alone ok? Mr
Grumpy was so doubtful of my cooking he said "Why dont we eat out
instead?"

Idiot.

I cooked vege and garlic chilli tofu with meatball. So I cheated with
the garlic chilli.. I bought the paste.. nyehehehe.. but that what it
is all about right? CHEATING.

So cooking it is.. cook cook cook... till Mr Grumpy came home ... just
in time to eat

While eating he said, "Hmm.. this vege taste nice"

You know.. I could have said, "Its my family's thousand of years secret recipie"

BUT being humble I said "I only cooked it with soya sauce"

You know what he said?????

"Hmm.. maybe because I am hungry.. that's why"

T_T

Damn tak boleh tahan.

The only nice thing he said was "The rice is properly cooked this time"

Lagi tak boleh tahan.

To save money.. (at least abit) we decided to drink our coffee from
the 3-in-1 packets (I did say abit right? Lazy to mix in the morning
as well). Therefore there is no need for a coffee maker.

Coffee maker sux actually, I mean if you buy the cheap ones.

One day I went to this second hand shop. They sell lots of quality
stuff because when the expats move, they will sell their stuff there.
I saw this super duper cool looking black thingy.

Its a coffee maker

Its Braun brand

Its only

$10.

OMG

Suddenly a coffee maker is a must have in our house. Luckily Mr Grumpy
is the rational one.

We ended not buying it.

Wahlaoeh... getting a seat in an empty MRT train during peak hour is
like playing musical chairs!

They expertly shuffle their way around people to grab a seat! WHAT THE HECK?

I was carrying 4 files (Mr Grumpy's.. not mine.. I was helping him).
Heavy ones.. When the train arrives.. *whooosh* and everyone just
rushes past me to grab a seat.

Where is the empathy man? I'm like so stick thin.. carrying 4 heavy
files. Noone wants to offer me a seat. Bloody hell. I dont care if Mr
Grumpy doesnt get a seat.. but ME! Poor undernourished girl. Carrying
FILES. HEAVY FILES!

A way to publish by being indiscreet.

I hope this works.. hehehehe..

What are my plans for the weekend? Explore Singapore.. what else? Oh..
I found another place to buy beads.. kekeke quite cheap.. alot of
variety.. when my salary comes out then will go there and raid the
place.. ^_^

Life so far has been good. AFTER I shifted place. Its sooo much cleaner...

I'll be coming back soon... for fun.. still thinking about it.. I
still have to settle my credit card bill back home. Ugh

It takes some getting used to around here, previously, there will be
pple fetching me to and fro my door step. NOW... i have to get my lazy
ass out of the flat to get to a place. Walk everywhere... etc. But its
nice in a way where I dont have to depend on people to go around
anymore.. I just go to www.streetdirectory.sg and research the place I
want to go.

Cheap good food here is hard to find... not really used to the
chemical food taste here.. heheehhe but sometimes we find rare gems.

I've been waking up so early in the morning to cook... for the Mr
Grumpy. Today Mr Grumpy attempted in cooking sunny side up eggs and
failed miserably.. I had to take over... tried to save the egg by
scrambling it and make another sunny side up egg. Looks like I have to
do it every morning then.. yeesh...

Mr Grumpy tried to act smart play with the controls of the aircond..
and then suffocate me because he suck at timing the aircond properly.
Hence, the aircond was only on for one hour, and the rest of the time
I was suffocated because there was no air and it was so stuffy. I had
to wake up 2 times! 1. to switch on the fan.. then Mr Grumpy said..
dont touch! I timed it to switch on by itself within 1 hour. So FINE.
I slept. WOKE UP. SO BLOODY STUFFY! THE BLOODY AIRCOND DIDNT SWITCH ON
BY ITSELF! OMG! wanted to kick Mr Grumpy out of the bed for acting
smart and making my sleep so misarable.

This is the second time he has done that!!!!! AAARRRRRRR

I get very grumpy when I dont get my beauty sleep. I hate the aircond
at night but have to bear it because Mr Grumpy melts easily. I hate
the cold. I hate it when there is no wind on my face. HATE HATE HATE.

Ok back to work.

I'm publishing this via email. *yay* Work has been hectic. New
colleague just came in.. ex colleague.. now colleague again.. erk..
this place is turning into a mini Malaysia!

I have moved. But there is no wireless internet to steal. *sigh* Thats
why updates have to resort to this.

The new place is pretty nice. So much nicer than the shit hole.
Literally. Before, I wake up I see DUDU's poo on the floor. I puke
when I go to toilet. Because DUDU's poo is still on the floor. Its
pitiful to leave DUDU.. the adorable creature.. but I have to.. the
residents are worse. hehehehehe

The house is pretty bare... We've only got the essentials.. like
toilet paper, pans, bread, milk, etc.

AND I COOKED! *yay* I have to wake up damn early to cook breakfast... -.-

But its fun.

Seriously.

Its fun to see how Mr Grumpy stares at my non-edible food. Serves him
right for not wanting to wake up earlier and cook... The other day I
tried to make 1/2 boiled egg. But it turned out to be 1/425789 boiled
egg. Then when I put it again in hot water.. it didnt really turn out
what I usually eat in the coffee shops.. *scratches head*

Yes I suck.

The other day I sliced apples.... Mr Grumpy laughed at it... I dont
know why. Could it be because I cut it in a funny shape?

Seriously u know, for someone who laughs so much... he should do the
job instead.

*... fast.. .exciting.. so today.. and so kena suckered....*