Quotes from today:

1250: just woke up

"how long does it take to cook fried rice"
- asking my maids about lunch.


1430 and past: very fast conversation with deb throughout the day. its the only way we catch up. sometimes, it doesnt flow, coz we have to cover all topics! we went to bugis (for her eyebrow trimming) and backtracked to orchard (for the presents and chitchat) It was too short...


1600 there abouts: wisma, in the really quaint shop that I like. They'll be moving, btw.

"ok deb. decide! This "stove", that "oven" or the cow bell!!"
- Jen's present. We decided on the Cow Bell. The "stove" and the "oven" are scent burners that are ornamental and awfuly nice, that I want a nice collection. Thats quite unattainable thou. They have tons of stuff that I wouldnt mind.. all those lil ornamental, but super expensive.............


1700: taka.

deb: "I want to get moulding clay for my sister. It will give her something to do during her confinement."
- I think its really sweet of deb ;) she wanted to get the clay to mould her niece's hands. Baby hands. Faith Teo, is the name. Hopefully Singaporeans will be able to overcome the bad pronunciation problems with the "th" sounds. Otherwise, as deb puts it, her niece will "fei-teo" (sounds weird anyway. like FLY AWAY in some dilect).

somewhere along the way.. we pop by kino and I see this really interesting and really stylish "book" about love - "You Drive Me Wild" - to give to your other half. Each page is either a quote by someone, or some words that describe a certain feeling... Too bad I aint got nobody to give it too, it'll be weird to give it to myself... I am not that weird..

"today, my clothes are functional, and not fashion. Long sleeves because of the cold, and skirt, coz i dont want my jeans to get wet"
- the rest of the getup: hair "bunned" up with the hair stick + specs + slippers + on of the small handbags = very unglam.

deb: "ok, lets go to coffee bean now!"
I immediately bounce off the bench on level 5
deb: "looks like thats the only right thing I've said today"
and shuffle away. I turn back, and realise she hasnt moved. I shuffle back and joking..
cf: "why you so slow?!"


1730 + : COFFEE BEAN!

coffee bean staff 1: " D - E - B!? mocca latte? " - as in spelling out her name.
coffee bean staff 2: " D - E - B?! ultimate? "
deb: " 2 different people called me by spelling out D - E - B. They cannot read isit?
- that cracked me up for a while. i checked the spelling. He wrote it as "DeB", so i dont understand why they can't pronounce a 1 syllable... *hmm*

low raspy voice: "Hello"
{cf Thought bubble after a sideway glance though the corner of my eye} Who is this UNCLE.
{deb's Thought bubble, which she later revealed to me} Chinfee knows this UNCLE ah..??
- The UNCLE, disturbed our afternoon tête-à-tête of coffee, bagel and oh-so-ever-yummy-CHEESECAKE! Because we were sitting down, from immediate glance, Uncle is wearing maroonish-shirt, and beige-pants. Uncle is also in big-rimmed yellow sunshades, and is BOTAK! We look up for a clearer picture
I recognise the Yellow sunshades......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ O. M. G ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*stare*
*hand to mouth*
*stunned*
*bulging eyes*
*stare*
*giggle nervously*
*hand still to mouth*
Jason Ho, is BALDIE. He just got his new "do" yesterday. And we are sheepish, to mistake a 22 year old man, to be this UNCLE. We have a chat, along with the other "business associates" Darhyl (or daryl, which I have transformed his name to.. think is easier to pronounce and also because i dont remember spelling) and Andrew.


1645: left coffee bean. For me, home-ward; for deb, eddie-ward.

deb: The Present!!! I knew I forgot something!
dash back to coffee bean. Deb is in proper running shoes, and jeans. I am in slippery.. oh i mean flipflops. I hear the *piak*piak* sound, and I give up.
cf thinks: "deb'll make it..."
the paper bag is still there. *phew*
but poor deb, who hasn't exercised in ages.. was panting and .. wheezing? and eddie called.. so between wheezes, she manages to reply him.. (i only heard the conversation from her side, and assumes eddie's answers)
deb: " *wheeze* where are you now *pant* "
ed: "orchard mrt, wisma"
deb: "like *wheeze* where?"
ed: "ha? wisma?"
deb: " *pant*pant* i mean, *wheeze* where *pause* are you *wheeze* now?"
ed: "ha?"
deb: "just tell me exactly! *pant * sucks breath * wheeze * "
ed: "ooh.. just crossed over to wisma"
deb: "ok, I meet you at the *wheeze* fish-tank *wheeze*.
- which really sounded like "ATM" to me
ed: "ha?"
deb: "meet at Fish Tank... ok"
- call ends. I laugh.
deb: "he la....!!! I'm already panting and wheezing and he still says "HA??"


1900: SUPER PISSED AT MUM.
got me thinking abt Generation gaps, and common Mother Problems

Friend 1 describes his mother as very manipulative... and a whole lot more!!!!!!
Friend 2 also related his mother-son arguement that happened that afternoon. He says that the most annoying thing is when they insist they are right, and they try to manipulate others by altering words, lie outright, bring in other OOP (out of point) instances and REFUSE to admit they were wrong.
- I cant agree more.

Their generation grew up in rough times. They were polished to become scheming, and manipulative, to get through the times and the world at large. And they protect their brood with so much ardour, we thus grow up to be idealists. It is THE major clash between the Baby Boomers and Gen Y.. All the fathers and, especially, mothers have their horns sharpened, and then retract suddenly when they realise they're fighting their kids.

as YT says: live and let live. the best way to fight is to leave no scars.