Should I tell my cat that he doesn’t have 9 lives? I don’t want to be breaking his kitty heart. I would get a heart attack whenever I see him sleeping on the parapet (?). He would turn and stretch when I call out to him. I won’t lie to you, but my heart would stop a beat each time he does it. It’s not just this one cat, but all my cats seem to enjoy that space. Maybe there’s cat weed there.
As you know, the price of petrol in Singapore is ridic. I still remember the first time we pumped full tank at SPC. Shocked was an understatement. I went, “that’s my lunch money for the week!”
Hence our decision to drive up to JB for petrol weekly (sometimes twice a week). It totally makes human sense to do that. Except now we have this bloody thing called Vehicle Entry Permit (VEP) and it costs RM 20 per entry. I can only pray that the trial period fails and the Malaysian Government will abort it altogether. Actually, why are they bothered? I’m spending in your country and helping your economy!
I was walking around a mall in JB today where I found the Revlon lippie that I’ve been using at Watsons. Of course I went in to check on the price because guys, it’s back to SGD 1 = RM3. So when I found out that it only cost RM30.80 (in Singapore, it’s retailing at $19.90), I dragged Luq in to make my purchase. He’s ma sugahdaddy so I kinda need his wallet.
I was in the lift with some others in the building. Sometimes, I have a habit of just walking straight into the lift without pressing the button to my office floor. Well, today I did. The lift first stopped at level 22, then 24, 25, 26 and naturally, I figured someone would be stopping at level 27. Not looking at the panel where it showed the level the lift was at, I just stared blankly at the opened lift door, not recognizing that I’ve reached my office at level 28. The lift didn’t stop at level 27.
There were about 5 others left in the lift looking at who would be exiting next and the person didn’t show up (oh hi, still not awake). Not wanting to look super uncool, I tried to pretend that I was totally going for level 29. Thankfully, level 29 is still part of my office, just that I had to climb down the stairs to level 28 after that.
Looking cool is everything.
Hoping to start a brand new week right by blogging about what happened in the past two weeks. So what happened?
Let’s see, I started a new job. After being unemployed for two months, I am finally back in the 9-5 grind. Excited as I was, I caught myself dreaming about my potato couch days in the office. It was just me, Netflix and the sofa (and my grandpop who sat on my opposite, totally judging me for the fine woman I’m becoming). I find myself scrambling for time to relax, do my house chores (read: the piling laundry), spend time with my family and Luq. The need to strike that balance is necessary, but challenging. Nevertheless, I’d try my best like vacuuming the house in the middle of the night (if not, when is a better time?). Work has been … well, work. I’m still getting to know the group’s dynamic and trying to fit myself in. I’ve made some friends who are, apparently, at least 4 years younger than me. So tell me now, how do I not feel old. On my first lunch with them, they asked if I have a bf. Err, how about I am getting married in 3 months? And two weeks into my new job, IRAS sent me a letter in the mailbox asking me to pay for my income tax… can you give this girl a break? There goes the birthday surprise for Luq. Sorry baby, maybe next year 🙂
We had to run a quick errand in JB last Saturday for the wedding. The last time we went in on a Saturday, we were caught in a jam and last Saturday was no different. I’m going to let you in on a tip – Sunday is a much better day to drive in. Trust me, I’ve been going in and out of the checkpoint many times more than I have scrubbed my toilet floor. Anyway, we decided to just go with it, because after Sunday is Monday and the blues (now that I am working again) would hit me real hard. #struggleisreal