Loopie - Joop

As i took a much-needed break from "W" last week due to a broken back and caught up with my 100th serial/tv show, i realised that it has been slightly more than a year since we'd moved to Bermuda! I still recall stepping off the plane onto a mobile staircase - a la BT style in Singapore - and into the cool yet humid air, looking at the baby pink terminal building and listening to laidback caribbean music while waiting in line at the immigration. That was 7th April 2007. Woo..... Ok, a round up is definitely timely. One, i found out that i love Caribbean music - the beat is absolutely infectious and it makes me very happy when the gym instructor switches to Caribbean music during aerobics. never thought i could smile while jumping around. Two, i like island living . what's island living you say? well, it means being on a small stretch of land, having things close by - only take 10 mins into town instead of 45 mins on the train ; having neighbours (indeed everyone'

It's Friday! You know how i always get excited about Fridays. To be honest though, my Friday started last night when the new season of Grey's Anatomy began. Haha... This time, a man has been used as a chew-toy by a bear because his brother touched a cub and angered the mother bear. This man - Mr. Robinson eventually died - not before chiding his brother for being reckless and according to him "having an early mid-life crisis by marrying his rebound girl". The younger Robinson was later found to have a huge tumour in his brain that cannot be removed via surgery. Apparently, one of the symptoms of brain tumour is spontaneity. Throughout it all, his wife, a nameless ex-waitress with less than perfect looks, and presumably less than perfect life, who thought she married a man who loved her despite only knowing him for a few weeks before the wedding was standing there, trying to grasp the situation. she's always known she's the rebound girl, but really, did h

Some years back, when i was in sunny California, i slept in the "wrong" position one night. No idea what constitutes "wrong" cos i definitely slept soundly all through the night. But i woke up with this excruciating pain in the area around my left shoulder blade. it was so bad, i could barely get out of bed, roll over or bend over. i couldn't even laugh, cos it would hurt so much just to twitch. The pain lasted for a full 5 days before it went away. Yesterday i woke up with the same feeling of dejavu. i thought to myself "omg! i have done it! AGAIN!!" i got out of bed after whining for a full 10mins, while hao-e tried to help me massage the area. that was useless of course cos he'd drop off to sleep after a few seconds and i would have to wake him up again. little did i imagine, i couldn't drive. i was in the driver's seat starting up the car, good, not much pain. as i stepped on the accelerator and went up the driveway, i could fee

It's Friday! That statement in itself is perfection at its best. More importantly, it's already halfway through the day, so that leaves me with 3 more hours to go in this seat before i leave for a short respite, away from the noise of the crowds, the never-ending rings of the phones, the annoying grumblings of colleagues, etc. pure peace and pleasure. i've always known i'm not very sociable, against everyone else's opinions. i may be loud and screechy, but i have to admit i'm not very comfortable in crowds, i can't make friends easily and i obviously can't "network" to save my life. in fact, i'm perfectly comfortable being left alone to think my own thoughts, do my own stuff. and the greatest realization i had together with that is, i shouldn't feel guilty to like being alone. yes, we are social animals, yes, i do crave for some company, a warm tone, a familiar accent sometimes, but i need to be left alone with my thoughts and my

I just learnt over the weekend that the last grand-uncle on my father's side had passed on. We weren't that close when he was alive, but i do recall him being a jolly old chap who was always ready with a smile... as far as grand-uncles go, he's the closest one we had. And of course he lived in malaysia which gave us a perfect excuse for a weekend trip up the causeway, far from the hustle and bustle of maniacal singapore. Another shocking piece of news i heard last week in fact was, me best pal's dad seems to be suffering from dementia. i hope he gets better soon cos i know everyone's worried and imagine the pressure on the family! after hearing that, i've been praying every night that my parents remain healthy and happy, especially during this period when i'm away from home. The 3rd piece of shock i had was that friend X and friend Y have gotten together. both of them are my college mates. BUT friend X was with friend A at that time, and friend Y was w

We have someone from back home here! Here in Bermuda! Well, it was premeditated, that is, the man is here for an interview with hao-e's company, and hao-e was the one who found him in the first place. but, it's exciting! just the thought of a "tong xiang"! in Bermuda! Beginning to understand the sentiments of the early immigrants from China who travelled to Singapore. haha... It's amazing how you suddenly feel this nationalistic pride and comraderie with fellow singaporeans when you're overseas. or how you miss the simplest chwee kuey or tau huay chwee from the hawker centre only when there are no hawker centres around you? or how you'll defend against the negative comments about your country you hear from others whilst overseas, but you'll criticise everything when you're living in it? yeah... you know what i'm talking about. i hope he does well for the interview. cos there will be one more person speaking the same accent on the island