Goodbye 2014

I’m not sure whether this year is a bad or good year. I’ve had highest ups and lowest downs. I’m still struggling with many things and finding myself as well as my place here. I’m hoping that next year would be a better year.

I think one of the things I’d like to share about 2014 was about having my boys featured in the newspapers You can check out the article here. (Okay, after reading the article I feel a little embarrassed as to how I came up with Kaien’s name. BUT I would like to clarify that Kaien wasn’t named after the BLEACH character after all. It’s actually the combination of Kaito and Ian.)

I came across this post and decided that I would like to share my dreams for 2015

What do you want the overarching theme for your 2015 to be?
Patience. I know it sounds odd, but I feel like I never learnt patience since I was young. Having kids (especially young tantrum-y kids) really tested my patience and I feel like I failed as a mother on this area (along with like a thousand other things).

What do you want to see, discover, explore?
(Oh wow. These questions are harder than I thought. I admit I didn’t read them until copying and pasting the questions onto this post.)
I would like to delve into cooking and baking. I can’t cook for nuts. At most I can whip up porridge for my kids or make pancake from the pre-mix. Sometimes make french toast, scrambled and fried eggs (not fantastic tasting though). Hoping that once I move into my own home (whoots!) I can magically have the dormat skills to cook activated

Who do you want to spend more time with in 2015?
Both my family and friends. I’m adding family here because I feel obliged to (Can’t blame me–I’m with my kids 24/7! :thumbs:) Friends because I feel like even though I’ve made cool friends this year, (online, but they are really awesome!) I feel like after stepping back from some things to spend more time in real life made me neglect them. Old friends as well. I guess it can’t be helped since I have a very sticky baby. But hoping that things would change as he grows older

What skills do you want to learn, improve or master?
I stopped writing a few years ago. I blame it on the lack of time or the lack of inspiration. I would like to start journaling again in order to print the memories that I can’t hold onto with my memory (as my mom says, the faintest ink is better than the strongest memory). And that means blogging more often as well

Which personal quality do you want to develop or strengthen?
Wow. I’m really stumped on this one. Maybe I’ll revisit this later

What do you want your everyday life to be like?
Filled with activities. I’m not sure how I’ll be able to handle it but I would love to be able to bring the kids out to play, go swimming, learn to ride a bike or skate or do some sports.

Which habits do you want to change, cultivate or get rid of?
LOL. This is going to be REALLY embarrassing–I need to stop biting my nails once and for all! I tried many times and failed. Hoping this final attempt would be successful!

What do you want to achieve career-wise?
Since my job is being a mom (that sounds a little sad because being a mom shouldn’t be a job), I want to be able to bring up my kids the way that I’ve always wanted to. My current living situation makes it extremely difficult to discipline them without causing friction in the household so I’m holding out my big plans for the kids.

How do you want to remember the year 2015 when you look back on it 10/20/50 years from now?
I want to remember it as a year of new beginnings. Reuel will be starting school, Zayden will be in his final year of kindergarten before he starts primary school (WHY SO FAST?! :o), and we will be moving into our new home (WHEEEEEEEEE~)

What is your number one goal for 2015?
To be able to handle finances BETTER. Guan and I both suck at this but I have to step up and handle these dreadful stuff because we are going to have a LOT of bills to pay on a monthly basis. Ganbatte!

An Idea

Seating plan for The Hobbit trilogy in 3D

Seating plan for The Hobbit trilogy in 3D

I sent the above to my BFF Rey saying, “What’s left of The Hobbit trilogy, and here I am, thinking we get the wheelchair berth and bring our own chairs

I mentioned it to Guan and he was like, “Just go with wheelchairs.”

One of those train of thoughts

One of those weird quirks I have would be thinking about something that leads to another and on to another and another and when I try to explain why I was spacing out for a minute, it would take a long time to explain that train of thought.

So, anyway, I had forgotten to buy a loaf of bread earlier while getting dinner and went to the mart to grab one. While walking on the way back home (it was about 8.30 p.m.), I saw several old folks sitting on the benches downstairs, and I thought about how I miss sitting down at void decks, talking and chilling with Perr into the wee hours of the night, maybe drinking, maybe listening to house or trance. And I thought that the next chance would probably when I’m old like these folks, with not much parental responsibilities, but I wouldn’t be sitting till the wee hours and I wouldn’t be with Perr (unless she’s miraculously my neighbour. Ha!)

And while I was thinking about Perr, I thought about this video that I shared on her Facebook. It’s so hilarious that I was chuckling to myself every now and then, gathering weird stares from people who passed me.

Okay, after writing that down it didn’t seem long any more

11 years now

This domain has been around cyber space for more than a decade And, yes, it has been pretty neglected as well.

I guess it came to a point where I am not really sure what to blog about, since I have not been writing, blogging or journaling for some years now. And because of the long periods between, I do not feel as comfortable blogging like how I used to when I first started or when I continued on up to the last of my regular posts.

Holding on to this site is like holding on to my memory box. I have lost my old posts from my older websites before I got this domain. Being the sentimental person that I am, I cannot help but to just keep renewing this yearly.

I guess we shall see how it goes

Yeah, I earn that little, so what?

I just got off the phone with someone who had my name and cellphone number, trying to get me to sign for an AMEX card. But I’ll talk about that later.

A few days after I wrote my last entry, I brought the boys to the central to get some groceries when I was stopped by a credit card sales person. Urg! I thought he would let me pass but I guess seeing me with two kids makes me a great target for him.

“Hi miss!” he said brightly. “Do you have a credit card?”

“No,” I said, still walking, but slowing down to be polite.

“We’re having a promotion where we will give you $80 when you sign up with us.”

“Thanks, but I’m not qualified.”

He seemed a little baffled. “Uh, miss, what do you mean you’re not qualified? Are you 21 and above?”

“Yes,” I replied, laughing inside because I know where this conversation was going.

“Are you a Singaporean?”

“Yes.”

“So you’re more than qualified!” he sounded brighter than before.

“Uh, don’t I have to earn at least $30,000 per annum?”

“Yes.”

“Well then,” I said. “I’m not qualified then.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he assured me. “You can include all your bonuses as well.”

“Well, I’m still not qualified.”

“Aren’t you working, miss?” he sounded quite sad by now.

“Yes, but only part-time.”

I gave him a smile, didn’t bother to wait for a response while I walked on.

What struck me was the fact that he could not fathom that someone like me was not earning $30,000 a year. I mean, hellooo? Chancing upon me at 11 in the morning on a weekday should give you at least a clue, right? Throughout our conversation, he looked really puzzled and surprised. Are adults like him so clueless about the wages of the lower middle-class these days?

Now back to what happened on the phone earlier.

I got a call from a landline that was not in my contact lists. I usually let it ring endlessly because it’s always some telemarketer trying to sell me credit card/insurance/something I can’t afford or don’t want or need. Most of the time though, I tend to miss the call since I’m never around my phone when it is actually ringing. Since I happened to see it ringing and I happened to have my hands free (both boys were down for their afternoon naps), I decided to entertain whoever it was on the line.

“Hello?” I said in my most bored voice.

“Hi ma’am!” a male voice greeted me. I hate being called that.

Before he could continue rambling, I asked, “Who are you looking for?” (Since he didn’t greet me by my name, I assumed it was another cold call. Then I could just cut the call short.)

“Are you Ms Soh?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I’m calling from AMEX and you’re selected to have this gold card…” Blah blah blah. Okay, actually, I forgot what he said because he went on and on, not giving me the opportunity to refuse him. I heard something about making the minimal payment with zero interest fees and getting discounts from a certain petrol station and from a certain sushi place and getting some kris flyer rewards (did I get that right?) with Singapore Airlines and I so badly wanted to tell him I don’t fly and have never sat on a plane before but that would be like mind blowing him too early into this phone sale.

Anyway, after he was done with his sales pitch, he proceeded to ask, “So, m’am (darn I hate that!), may I know if you’re earning $40,000 per annum?” (And I was thinking, I don’t earn the minimal and this is like… even more? :neutral: )

“Uh, no.”

“No?” (Yes, with a question mark.) He sounded surprised. “How about this: Do you earn $3,100 a month?”

“Uh, no.”

“Okay, then do you earn $30,000 a year?”

“Nope.” I can actually feel his mind about to explode any time soon by then.

“What about $2,500 a month?”

“Nope.”

“Huh? You don’t even earn $2,500 a month? You earn less than $2,500?” he sounded like the above mentioned guy by now.

“Yeah, I earn less than $2,500.”

“It’s alright then,” he tried to recover. “We’ll keep you in our database and contact you again in future.”

I guess I was a wee bit annoyed when he stopped being professional for that moment when he was trying to get the fact that, no, I don’t meet that minimum wage that all credit card companies require. If he acted professionally throughout the whole phone conversation then, he wins and I lose because I did not get my entertainment.

I should have told him to just take me off the database or whatever but I figured I could use some entertainment in future.

Sales People

They either annoy me or amuse the heck out of me.

Usually sales folks who try and sell me insurance annoy me. Only because I need insurance and… I don’t have any. And because I do not have any, I’m a pretty good target for insurance agents. This puts me in their potential category and this annoys me greatly.

Credit card sales people, on the other hand, amuses me. Really, really tickles me, I must say.

Usually, I don’t get approached by them on the streets because, hey!—apparently I still don’t look 18! However, when someone decides to be bold and attempt to test if I was of age, I would be approached and I my response would be automatic: “I’m not working.”

There was once where this sales guy actually told me to get Guan to sign up for a credit card and then I had to tell him that Guan doesn’t even earn $30,000 a year! (The minimum wage to sign up for a credit card.) It amuses me what sort of ideas and reasons they can come up with just to sell me their products as I’m not the “normal” (potential, or not) customer that fits in their criteria.

Anyway, I’m writing about this because I was at the supermarket earlier to buy my regular, same old brand of facial wash when this sales aunty (yes, I had to say aunty) commented, “This one not good. Makes your skin dry.”

I admit I was a little surprised because she came out of nowhere :neutral:

So I told her it was okay and wanted to escape from her when she said more things along the lines of “this one really makes your skin dry” and “see how dry your skin is” followed by “come I show you this”.

I obligingly followed her to the next aisle where she picked up a facial wash and passed it to me. The first thing that caught my eye were the HUGEASS letters “UV” followed by a smaller word “white” at the bottom of the letters. So I told her, “Thanks, aunty, but no thank you. I don’t like UV whitening facial wash.”

I caught the surprise in her eyes and she said, “But this is very effective! Makes your face whiter…”

“No thanks, aunty, I don’t like fair skin.”

A stunned look. But she quickly recovered and said, “But you should try anyway. Can get rid of your freckles…”

“Thanks, aunty, but no thank you. I love my freckles.”

Another stunned look. “But you have so many…”

“I know, but I love them.”

“Then why not you try this one,” she picked out another facial wash. “Can use together with your facial wash. Cleanse inside your skin so you won’t have pimples.”

Thanks a lot, aunty. I’ve been exercising regularly since last week and I could feel that my face was getting dirtier than usual. And, somehow, over the course of the night before, my face showed three fresh new pimples sprouting out of nowhere. So, thank you, aunty, for pointing that out to me.

I didn’t have the heart to give her another mind blowing explanation of how I’m actually too lazy to wash my face, let alone wash it with two facial cleansing products. So I politely thanked her and declined her promotions as I made my way to the checkout counter.