bombardments

vday is tomorrow. this entry is not about single and swinging bachelorette me having no date for tomorrow. however, this seems to be the highlight of this week, so i have to jot my thoughts.

it was LJ s bday yesterday and we went to au mandarin to feast out. its a very americanized chinese restaurant, with jacked up prices. it was on the account so that was fine and the food wasnt that bad. so the topic on the table was: grammy's that took place on sun night and the event of the week. everyone wasnt that forthcoming about their vday plans. but naturally, it was something to talk about and it lingered on throughout the meal. the married man at the table said to a married woman, "so is he giving you a vacuum cleaner this year?" he once did and his wife was actually very pleased with the gift. it was fun to hear such stories and i guess people do move on to different stages of a relationship.

b got his rejection from his the girl that he likes. i guessed he was upset but love cant be forced.

shops have signage screaming LOVE. the radio stations have advertisement screaming VDAY. i dont remember how commercialized it is back home but certainly, it is something blown up here. perhaps i was working too hard for the past 2 years in the previous company so i have failed to notice this event. this year, im seeing so much balloons, flowers, red, pink, hearts, spa, massage, teddy bears, more flowers, more hearts, more kisses. it is scary. the mani shop that i went to have this huge KISS sign, made of faux rose petals, put up right after 1.1.07 celebration. the florist next to it had the whole shop decorated with teddy bears and hearts in the first week of 2007.

maybe tomorrow i ll see red everywhere i go. red and white, cos there is a snow storm in the making.

the story of smiling orchid

i am my dad's baby and his princess. since young. i do not have to bug him to buy me things. i only have to make a passing remark that is within his earshot. my wish will usually come true within the next few days, like magic.

i have told my mum not to buy prima deli's pineapple tarts cos i do not like them at all. i simply said i have no interest in any other brand, apart from smiling orchid. well, we were not on speaker phone. however, the next time i called home, she announced to me that daddy was going to make a trip to get for me. the amusing part was that: he didnt know where to get it, only a vague idea from me that there is an outlet at ghim moh. i was in my mood, dint really want to try to get the address. i knew that i just have to google for it. well, of course i couldnt bear to let him have a wild goose chase and found the address for him in the end.

i called home again today and yes. like magic, there is a container of smiling orchid's pineapple tarts at home. and i know that it wont be opened till i get back next week.

my daddy. my magic.

interaction

i need to understand
i dont want a negative confirmation

apart from the lingering issue that i have above, i watched three films today- babooska at moma and little miss sunshine and white castle at andy's place. the last two were hilarous.

i was at the homeless banquet today. was at my church to serve food to the supposedly homeless. they werent exactly as pitiful as i thought them to be. at least they did not stink like those sleeping on the streets or at the subway stations and many were dressed very well. i dint go there to check these people. it was a rewarding experience. not sure what im trying to get out by doing such ad hoc volunteerings. i like interaction i guess, especially with people varsely different from me.

and on friday, i skipped dinner with the sporeans to have dinner with cw. he broke his arm while snow-boarding. his bone practically broke into two pieces. im so glad that he is so upbeat about things. good thinking there. hopefully it was not just a front for me and for himself. when he walked me down, he said it felt like i was a social worker visiting a home-bound elderly. it definitely felt like that. i think i really enjoy bonding with friends on a personal level, to such extreme. am i weird? am i trying to occupy myself with things? its the freaking winter, i dont know what else i can do except hang out and hang out and chill and chill and rot and rot.

i am going to ask him out next weekend. not cw but that man. not a date but just to go out.

its late, im typing haphazardly. thoughts are flying all over. sleeping now, too tired.