"MondayTook her for a drink on TuesdayWe were making love by WednesdayAnd on Thursday and Friday and Saturday We chilled on SundayI met this girl on MondayTook her for a drink on TuesdayWe were making love by WednesdayAnd on Thursday and Friday and Saturday We chilled on Sunday......"I don't know about other people, but I've always had a problem starting off blog entries. Most of my entries begin pretty much the same way, i.e. (a) I apologise for the sporadic posting, (b) I say stuff like, "It's Monday morning...blah blah blah..." To the point, but highly unoriginal. Anyway, Craig David's "Seven Days" popped into my head just as I was trying to think of a good starting sentence. Pretty intense week for this guy eh. ;) So the weekend flew by in a blink, Monday swooped down most unpleasantly, Tuesday crept in deviously behind her (In my opinion, Monday is mean cranky bitch, and Tuesday is just her equally ugly fraternal twin: not the same, but they pack the same amount of BS.) and Wednesday strolled in casually. All this basically sums up the nature of events that occurred the past few days. I was hoping that Thursday would be a little gentler on me, but noooooooo. Thursday leapt in socked me in the face with 2A2 and 2A3 back-to-back. My voice is going hoarse from yelling at irritating Monkey Boys and I seriously hope Jessica comes back soon 'cos they students are probably sick and tired of seeing me. Seriously, I always feel really bad for the nicer kids in classes labelled as "notorious" because they don't deserve to get yelled at and be detained by the Discipline people after school. They're the ones who go, "cher, don't be angry k...you shout so loud until my ears want to burst..." Unfortunately the best response I can muster is merely an sincere apology, which isn't quite enough.On lighter note, the cookies I baked for my colleagues on Sunday afternoon have been devoured right down to the very last crumb and the feedback has been relatively positive, apart from Chin Leng's very obscure-sounding, "It's a good attempt." It was my first time baking chewy chocolate cookies, and I guess that sort of texture requires you to be very careful when setting the temperature of the oven. My oven is a primitive contraption, the primitive sort that aunties use to bake pineapple tarts and kueh bangkit during Chinese New Year and the temperature control is super tricky. For starters, I cannot set the temperature. Instead, I have to wait until the temperate rises to 350F and then hurriedly shove in the tray full of cookie dough lumps. This has to be done with precision and accuracy, if one does not wish to end up with a tray of black coals - which happened to my first batch. Chao tar like crazy. Bloody thing drives me up the wall everytime I bake, but Mum refuses to get a new one; her reason is that we don't have anymore space at home to keep another oven. Sighh. I've been avidly reading Ms Cherrin Ng's (TJC GP tutor) "pregnancy blog". Her kids are sososososososososooooooooo adorable! There's just something about babies which gives them the ability to bring out our innermost softies. Take my niece, Chloe, for instance.
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Yes, yes. I know. Like all other babies, Chloes does little things - like sticking out her tongue, "singing" incoherently in cute monotone babbles and staring at her fist until she gets crossed-eyed for a few seconds before jamming the whole thing into her mouth - which sometimes reach practically offensive levels of cuteness. Recently, Mum mentioned that she's taken to rolling herself up into a ball and sucking on her own feet, while babbling to herself. My goodness, a multi-tasking baby! The thought of that is enough to send me into cute-induced spasms, numbing my senses into ignoring the unhygienic aspect of her actions. Ahhhhh.
Speaking of cute kids, Tuan and I were walking to the bus stop yesterday when we saw this little sec 1 boy a few metres ahead of us.
Me: Oh my god, he's like, WADDLING! Damn cute can!!
Tuan: Yeah. Like, "Out of my way, I'm cute." Hahahahahaha
Okay, okay I know it's kinda mean. We really mean it in the most adoring and least vindictive way possible.
I was walking past Mothercare at Tampines Mall in the afternoon when I saw the most gorgeous green and white babydoll halter dress. For the uninitiated, Mothercare caters to the needs of pregnant women and babies, selling everything pregnancy-related ranging from kids' clothing ("In this season's colours! And of course, pink." <--- doesn't the tagline sound precious? (-: ) to anti-stretchmark cream. The maternity wear on display didn't even look like it was for pregnant women! I spent a few seconds lingering outside the display window, just admiring it. Then I sms-ed the soulfriend in a fit of randomness.
Me: Random thought. Cos I just walked past Mothercare. Next time, if I ever ever ever get pregnant, I want to be a yummy mummy.
Tuan: haha your triple ever makes your motherhood all the more promising. well i hope yummy mummy means something like good nursing. and not about voracious appetite.
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WHAT?!?!
I was queuing up at the casher of Popular when I received his reply, and when I saw "good nursing" I was like "WTF?!" and actually snorted aloud. Very unglam, but what the hell.
Me: Erm. Actually I was thinking more along the lines of NICE PREGNANCY APPAREL...?
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Arghhhh I need to go back to my marking. Rawrrrrrrrrrr! Can you say "THREE STACKS OF SEC 4 COMPREHENSION EXERCISES" ???
