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 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

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

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?”


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

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


“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?”


“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.

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.

I got this from Dianna Agron’s tumblr which is so interesting because I KNEW IT ALL ALONG!

Common Birthdates

Well, kinda. But I remember ever since I was in primary school, most of my friends’ birthdates fell between August to October.

Anyway, don’t you think it’s time I attempt to revive this thing?