:)

Feeling quite happy today..

Work-wise - managed to clear some work which i'd been putting off for a while and even changed my filing system to a slightly more efficient one..

Personal life - spent quality time with people who mattered..& that's good enough for me..

She knew i liked it..i had even contemplated about flying over for 'one last look'(which i did not)

To her credit, she had kept me updated on the whole process..from when the decision was first made..to prospecting for buyers..negotiating for a good price..to the exact day when it was finally handed over..

'It' is, or was, my macau chalet..the 5-and-a-half storeys shophouse that i had visited Nth times over the past 12 years was no more..



In the earlier days, we talked about taking over the shopfront and turning in a B&B(apparently not allowed in Macau)..or converting it into some F&B business(never materialised of cos)

When she showed me pics of their new place..some spiffy new condo-looking apartment, i was like..ok, looks nice..but where's the character? Just by looking at it, i wouldn't know if it was in Macau or Sg or London..

I told her 'i prefer the old place', she replied in her typical fish-manner 'maybe i was in there most of my life, so i'm a bit numb with old-shop-character thingy'

Coming of age(35 in HDB-terms), i have been thinking...private or public? Money aside(that's what bank loans are for, isn't it?), do i really need/want to stay in private; by private, i mean condo. Condo..HDB..wats the diff? I don't exactly need a pool at my doorstep..nor do i need some uniformed men waving(smilingly or not) whenever i go in and out of my estate..

Of cos my ultimate dream house is a conservation shophouse..but short of striking the lottery(5times over)..it seems rather far-fetched..

Meanwhile..i shall make do with my 'upgraded' holiday chalet..

Ahh..it's the Grand Slam season again..the french one this time..

First, i must say it was very nice of Ms Choc to add on the sports channel in her cable subscription so that i don't have to go around asking whose house has scv or go to a pub so that i can watch my games..

That said, i spent most nights catching the games on my 13 inch laptop(i just love live streaming!)..mainly cos scv only telecasts the main court which is 'hogged' by the first seed, aka as 'arrogant pig' (in Ms Tan's exact words)..& my dear Federer, who was seeded 3rd, was playing on 'the next court'..

The few nights leading to the finals were busy times man i tell u..my 13 inch laptop was divided into 2 windows - 1 for each court..and my phone..simultanously watsapping 4 people..'wah lau, he better wake up lor'...'did he change sponsor?'...'bad haircut leh'...'tie break is played to 7'..

Life's Like That..

Was commuting during the evening peak hour..my detest for heavy traffic is quite legendary..was muttering under my breath about the bumper to bumper traffic..'why is the traffic so bad..every car is moving so slowly..blah blah blah..'

Then i looked up..and there it was..my fave scene of the day - sunset. Almost missed it cos i was too 'engrossed' in the congestion.

Eventually i did arrive at my destination..2 degrees calmer..

And then i told myself 'Whenever traffic(or life) is not so smooth, i will think of the sunset'

Chicken Little

I have weird eating habits(no..i did not repost my previous entry by mistake..)

Chicken Little is my latest nickname..for my eating habits(again)

It seems like i have the habit of 'dropping' food on the table during mealtimes..it's not that i can't use the chopsticks well enough or..maybe i'm not using it..'correctly' afterall..

In fact, these 2 'characteristics' of mine came as revelations of some sort..i never realised i kept dropping food and i had always been rather proud of my chopsticks skills(mistakenly?)

I dun know if i always had these characteristcs..or were they newly 'acquired'..was it simply cos nobody ever pointed them out to me..?

And if people didn't point them out, was it cos they couldn't be bothered..or they felt it was too trivial/embarrasing/awkward?