It's NONE of your bloody business?

It all started with me hanging out with a more matured (I shall refrain from using the words, 'old' or 'older') friend of mine the other day. She who has travelled the world. She who can boldly said to the rest of us, "Been there, Done that." So you know what I am getting at. You CAN respect this woman's assessment of human beings (and possibly animals too).

Somehow we ended up talking about a family of siblings we are too familiar with. I went, "W is always asking questions. And asking questions that I find hard to answer." For example, she would ask me (in a dan inquisitive face), ''What do you do on weekends?'' And I struggled to answer because my activity list changes every weekend. Some days I cycle, some days I go shopping, some days I go to the movies. And O, some weekends I do nothing. Absolutely nothing. So you see, I have no one fixed schedule for my weekends. More importantly, I don't really feel like telling her what I do or not do over the weekends.

Usually I attempt to answer the much hated question and half the time, I regretted doing so. Why? She would then move on to her next question, "With who?". And then the next, "Where do you go for that?". And then the next and the next.

Sometimes, the questions come with a new twist. And these are the really potent ones. They are what I call 'Opinionated Questions". It can go like this, "O I am surprised you stay home!!" or 'I didn't know you hang out with her!!'. Both of which I find doubly hard to answer. I am often tempted to be rude and say, "Be surprised, VERY SURPRISED!" or "Yes, I hang out with her...because she does not ask me as many questions as you!"

W is not the only one. Her sibling X is similar. I suspect Y and Z too. My matured friend said the siblings just want to ask as many questions as possible so that they can gather as much 'intelligence' as possible and start their gossip sessions amongst themselves.

For me, I suspect they do not really care about the answers. They just have this irritating habit of asking. But for the record, they are not journalists nor potential ones. I need to qualify as there many journalist and ex-journos reading this blog. We were taught to ask the "Why? When? Who? What? How?" for a good reason. For a good story.

My matured friend however, has the last say. She went, "As far as I am concerned, they just love to ask the 'It's none of your bloody business" (to us) questions!"

I can't agree more.

14 September

A few old friends remembered and they text me early in the morning. It was especially sweet as these are friends from way back. It felt as if they must have slept early so that they could wake up early, just to text me their best wishes. Sweet.

I went to Tanglin Tree and bought myself a glass of white wine to go with my pasta lunch. It was a quiet pleasant lunch on my own; the way I had envisioned it would be. The way I had wanted it to be.

Somehow some people knew it was my birthday. The department bought me a chocolate cake.

I rushed off after 6 pm. I had a hot date with myself@top of Swissotel. I had my fav Bellini and enjoyed the view as the sun sets on our lovely city. I toast to the city which was 70 floors below me. I felt ON TOP OF THE WORLD.

2 hours later I messaged an ex colleague/good pal whom I have not met for ages. She joined me and we had more Bellini. Caught up with her. Been wanting to do so.

The next morning she messaged me and asked if the night before was my birthday. A little bird must have spoilt the fun and tipped her.

I messaged, "It was. And I had a GREAT TIME. :-)"

P.S I was very inspired by this angmo lady who celebrated her 100th birthday recently. She said she was going to buy herself a birthday cake for the birthday celebration. Something she does every year for the past many many years. She is single.

Me and My Taxi Stories

Location : In Cab on the way home, approaching the road that leads to my O Home Sweet Home

Day 1
Me : Uncle, TURN LEFT please.
Uncle : Left Turn HUH?
Me : (O...my bad. I need to use the Taxi Lingo next time) YA! Left Turn Pleaseeee.

Day 2
Me (HaHa today I will use the Taxi Lingo) : Uncle, Left Turn please.
Uncle : TURN LEFT HUH?
Me: (!!!! Biting my lips) YA! TURN LEFT Pleaseeeeeeeee.

Day 3
Me (Hmm...I know ALL the Taxi Lingo liao) : Uncle, Left Turn, TURN LEFT please.
Uncle : turn HERE huh?
Me : (!!!! okieeee uuuuu winnnnnnn!)

Day 4
Me (It can't be that difficult can it?) : Uncle, Left Turn, TURN LEFT, turn HERE please.
Uncle : (Silent)
Me : (Happy. Finally!!!)
Uncle : Miss ah! Sorry. So I Left Turn here, then I TURN LEFT again somewhere down, then I TURN WHERE?.
Me : ($(*%(*(#*%)#*%#)*)

Day 5
Me take bus.

U can dress like me and be fashionable too

Characters
J : A colleague likely 10 years younger (than me) whose image is rather Auntie due to her size and dressing (her clothes are unique, often biased cut type and purchased from one particular boutique. But they make her look bigger in my opinion and really she shouldn't wear them).
B : Me

Background
I bought a pair of pants in the boutique J frequents. I was not aware she frequents the boutique but the moment I entered, I thought of her.

Act 1 Scene 1
B : Hey I was at xxx boutique and it reminded me so much of you!
J : O I buy most of my clothes there!
B : Ah...I thought so..its so you! Anyway, I bought a pair of pants. Its not very me but I like it as its unique!"

Act 2 Scene 2
B (wearing my new pants) : Hey look this is the pair of pants!
J : Wow its nice.
B : Ya, but its not very me. Its more u! The moment I entered the shop its so J I thought.
J : Aiya its ok for you to dress like me and be fashionable too what!
B : (speechless).

In my Big Bubble : Ar...since when did I say you are fashionable? Ar...since when did I say I wanna dress like you? LOL.