Midas Touch

In Indonesian is "Tangan Dingin" geto loh....

I don't really believe in Midas Touch during my childhood, as I enjoy my mom's cooking so much, she can keep the house very need and tidy all the time, she does the washing, etc by herself and she's a superwoman....pokoke TOP BGT dehhhh...

My grandma from both sides also were good cooks as well....even my dad, can cook quite nice, which he did when my mom fall sick.

When I was in secondary school, just simply because of I was too boyish, so my mom made a conspiracy to my school head master, to register me in cooking subject for 3 years. Actually I didn't even put cooking at all as my choice....but suddenly my name appeared for cooking subject. I was so innocent, and asked my teacher, they said any other class already full. So I did that cooking class for 3 years, which formed me to a not so bad cooks lah...

At least during those 3 years, every wednesday my dad would wait for me excitedly, wanting to get something from my cooking class, meanwhile, my mom would wait til my dad said," very nice" then she would take it with hesitation :(

Anyway so far in my Singapore maid's history (jreng jreng...maid again niyyyy), I've never let them cook my food, I only let them make my breakfast which consist of Tea with sugar and toast....safe enough lah...

Even though Nunik (Doh, Nunik lage bowww.....) who said that she can't cook, but actually I'd ever found out that she made tong seng for her self *grrrrrrrrrrrr mo marah gak siy?*

My latest domestic helper, from Myanmar...she's very good, very helpful (too helpful in fact), I feel that she's more fit to be a gurkha (=the 1st class body guard from Nepal) than a domestic helper....I feel uneasy, the way she serves me, as though I'm a small kids...*tepok jidat*

But anyway, she doesn't have midas touch....but everything she touch would turn to disaster...my tea, I don't know why, the only tea she can make only chinese tea....for any other tea, I will have gastric problem after drinking her tea, which is too acidic I guess.

I've tried to trained her how to make a cup of tea, but yet it has never been good *sigh* and all the plants, died in her hand *gubraks* even bonsai plant, which practically easy to maintain, also lost the leaves one by one and died *gubraks lagi*

What happened to her ya? Anyway Have a good week end every one....

Chameleon

When I first moved into Singapore from Sydney, I looked dirty, like never been washed for weeks ;P, very tanned, and speak with an Australian Accent. Like to wear bermuda and t-shirt, carried back pack wehere ever I go, wear sport shoes or just normal slipper.

So every time I took taxi, after i told my destination, the uncle started to sneered at me thru his mirror, and asked,"You're Filipino ah?" (with the tone of,"You're filipino maid ah?")

That time I was still very polite, I said no, then kept quiet....then the uncle would still be kay poh (=busy body) asked me again,"So where you from?"

I still politely said,"I just moved from Sydney".

Uncle,"Oh what you work there ah?" (still with that tone so you work as a domestic helper in Sydneyah?)

I said," Nope, I just finished my master degree"

Then after that the conversation tone changed...when he later knew that actually I'm Indonesian who studied overseas, then started to ask, whether my parents owned any properties here, around Orchard *sigh*

After around my 3rd or 4th year in Singapore, once I board the taxi, they would asked," Xiao Jie Yao Qi Na Li?" (=Where are you going miss?). well a bit of improvement, and he would blabbered in Chinese, which I repllied politely, "Sorry I'm Indonesian Chinese and my Chinese is not good" But still the uncle speak Chinese with me saying,"Never mind, You'll be improving very soon if you stays here..."

Now....everybody would asked,"Sorry to ask you ar miss, are you Indonesian? (with a very sweet voice). Well, I always reply proudly,"Yes I am Indonesian".

So it made me think....Do I change so much within 7 years meh? *garoek2 kepala"

It's okay lah...at least now in most od Singaporean eyes, my face looks like rich Indonesian, as I could see from the way they speak to me.....how I wish I am as rich as their think.....

Morale of story: It's proven that uncle taxi are very busy body

Ironic #2

Life is very ironic with a lots of insensitive people arounds you.

Especially those who supposed to be your friends that you share your life stories with, and then suddenly that friend started to ask the stupid, insensitive questions to you as though that friend doesn't know what's your status, which actually indeed that friend knows very well what is happening in your life. But yet, that question came out from that person. Isn't it ironic?

It's just like you're asking somebody whom you know is struggling to make a living with a question,"Have you checked out the Salvatore Ferragamo sale?" or you ask your friend, whom you know very well is fasting,"Have you taken your lunch?"

Ironic isn't it? But it's indeed happened.....

Fasting - 1st Day

Even in Singapore, the road are very quiet.

Selamat menjalankan ibadah puasa yaaaaaa

Aaaaaahhhh Women

Since young I used to play with boys...and til now I prefer to work and play around with men also...

Women is a very complicated things, even though me my self is a woman, but I would never ever understand other women *sigh*

I am a very straight forward person....but sometimes I do play politics if necessary...now I'm a grown up, and I can't choose to work only with men....but what choice do I have?

I've been very careful in selecting my staff, but sometimes incidents could happen anytime...should I ask my colleagues to do sex change operation and hormonal therapy?

Murphy Law #2

I've ever posted using this title, so I used #2 instead..

It was yesterday, I met my client at Paragon, and I came at the wrong timing, it had started to jam since Tanglin Road, in front of Brunei Embassy to be exact, all the way til the Paragon Entrance.

I've never known Orchard road would be jammed around that time *sigh* Going into the carpark was even worse, as it was using the ERP censor, so the queue become longer, if no car came out, and the quota had been reached, so no car can enter the car park.

Some more the valley car park has moved to basement, so I have to pass the carpark entrance before I could reach the vallet *sigh* Ever since the car park vallet moved, normally I won;t use them anymore, since I'd been able to enter the carp park, there is no use of valet parking anymore, I could park my self though...but this time, because of the time constraint *caelah* I have no choice but to use them.

Then *censored*

Finished Paragon, it was jammed again *sigh*, and in front of Clementi Central, I was driving along the way, suddenly the stupid white small van came out withoput even putting signal. Being so close, I just horned, and you guess.. HE SHOWED HIS MIDDLE FINGER TO ME...and he looks so smart, wearing a blue business shirt, and have a pleasant looks but lousy manner...

You know me, if he wants to play, I also can...so I follow him side by side, if he fast, I'd drive faster, if he slow, I'd be slower also, being helpless, he stopped...then I realized okay he's driving a van, by right I should be able to see the company name from the side of his van.

Yupe I'm damn right, the company name is THE MAGIC COTTAGE ENRICHMENT CENTRE.

OMG Enrichment centre, do you think as a parents, you'd trust that stupid enrichment center who were in the wrong and still dare to show middle finger to me.

Don't you think as enrichment centre they have to show a good example to people, as they are considered as educational institution?

But anyway remembering my lunch (which is a noodle soup) had been waiting for me since I was still in Paragon, I didn't follow him anymore. I came back to the office, i search the yellow pages and called the yellow pages, the company is not listed (hmmm what kinda company is it? Fly by night company huh?). But I managed to track his company. The number listed is only handphone number, I called the number but it said,"the number you just called is not in use"

Of course I'd lodged in a police report, and I'll go to the court on Monday to pursue the matter...

Wanna play? Come and play with me....Fun isn't it?

Myths #1

My daddy always says if I encountered something unusual, I'll be lucky.

Yesterday I bought my lunch downstairs, and the auntie seller, normally doesn't smile, but yesterday she smiled at me and said thank you to me, regardless, I paid her with $50 notes.

So after office I went to buy lottery, but I didn't strike...

Morale of the story: May be I should have asked the auntie what year was she born and buy that number instead ya...

Love Promise

Woke up late for church *blush* so i skip lah...

Then turn on the TV want to see gossip show donks...as it used to be my playground *nyanyi* routine geto loh..but it's too early for gossip show. Having no choice I see whatever available lah..RCTI is Tom and Jerry (too much during my childhood) and SCTV is telenovela.

So I tried to watch that SCTV for a while, it's about the promise of love that they made during their childhood, and now they've grown up and want to fulfill their promise...Looks like these type of topic is quite in trend in Indonesian drama series ya...But of course I couldn't be glued to that show.....soooo cheesy...

But it do make me think...whether I've made such promise before or not ya? Just in case I did and I have to find that half of my heart back in Indonesah geto loh, remembering most of my friends' father are conglomerate *ketawa guling2 di lante*

Morale of story: kids..if you want to make such promise make sure to see bibit, bebet, bobot ya *matre mode on*