So the man was right. 

I’ve been having rather persistent chest pains this week which got me alarmed.  I told him about it and he dismissed them as anxiety pains and that it would go away as soon as my stress level is down.

I was rather upset about his nonchalance and that aggravated my already strained heart.  It didn’t help that I have so much I want to accomplish, yet I’m not having the luxury of time.  And not to mention that the boy was exceptionally uncooperative this morning.

But just awhile ago, I received a package from the postman.  It’s the free samples of mineral makeup from Erth Mineral Makeup I was expecting.  Straight away I did a happy dance and then I noticed that the pain on my chest actually lessened considerably!  Well, it has taken a backseat for now and would come back I think – unless I keep receiving regular supplies of goodies in the post.  Heh.

Anyway, I was surprised that the sizes of the samples are rather generous.  They’ve written to me to ask me to do a review of their products in Viva Woman and have sent me samples of their foundation and eyeshadow to facilitate the process.  I was happy of course, for the fact that my blog has been recognised again, but more happy because of the freebies.  Aye, no point acting noble and pretending otherwise lah.

And to brag add on, I will also be receiving more free handmade jewelries in the post.  This time courtesy of Wishgiving.  I wrote an entry featuring their products, not expecting any sort of compensation but was pleasantly surprised by their extension of a US$200 gift voucher afterwards.  Hee.

So more power to blogging.  Not just because it satisfies my creative juices, but it’s really therapeutic and will help to ease off chest pain.  As proven in my case.

How many times have you had a dream and completely forgotten about it?  Me, I have this recurring dream which I don’t seem to recall when I’m awake.  But this morning, while driving and having to jam the brake suddenly, I had a flashback about it.  Then I realised I’ve been having this dream for the longest time.  Many years as a matter of fact.

My dream involves driving.  In fact, I wouldn’t really call it a dream.  It was more like a nightmare.  I cannot remember much of it except that in that space, I’m driving in a car.  The car is not always the same.  Sometimes, it was my car.  Sometimes,  it was my brother’s car.  And a few times, it was my dad’s car.

It’s always the same scene.  I suddenly find myself driving very near to a vehicle or a tree in front and yet I’m not stepping on the brake.  No matter how hard I tell myself to step on that darn brake, my feet could never get onto it.  And just as I thought I’m done for, everything is over. 

As far as I remember, the dream always stop short at that part where I have this internal struggle but I’ve never woken up from the dream in a cold sweat or anything.  I just continue to sleep through and will completely forget about it the next day.

I have no idea what’s the significance of the dream, or nightmare.  Maybe it has to do with something that happened during my childhood. 

You see, I was quite a curious child and I loved to meddle with my dad’s car whenever he wasn’t around.  Many a times, I would steal his car key and then proceed to start his car and “practice my motor skills” in secret.  I never got to drive it around of course but once, I almost crashed the car into our living room.  That was when my secret was found out and the car key was forever banished from my view.

Perhaps that is the missing link to this recurring dream.  Or perhaps the dream is a reflection of some internal conflicts of mine.  But one thing I’m glad for sure.  That in reality, my driving reflexes are way better than my dream state.  Maybe thanks to practicing my motor skills when I was still a kid.

It was tough doing this tag.  I have so many favourite food and yet my mind was a blank when invited by earthember to write about what I like to eat.  Perhaps Ramen if I have to choose.

I’m very particular about the stock used in ramen.  My favourite has to be Tonkotsu which is similar to the Chinese baitang (白湯) and is a thick broth made with crushed pork bones that have been boiled for hours.  It looks a little milky but don’t be fooled by the look.  The taste is great!

I haven’t got the chance to eat ramen in Japan but the best ramen I’ve eaten in Singapore is a little eating place at Cuppage which is no longer around.   Right now, Tampopo will have to suffice.

While taking a shower is supposed to be a very relaxing activity, but it’s also a time when I feel MOST vulnerable.  To personal attacks that is.

Like last week.  The man poked his head into the bathroom to give me a silly riddle while I still had suds on my face and body. 

Have you ever seen a watermelon taking a shower?

I knew he was up to no good.  Probably trying to joke at my expense.  Must be driving at the point that I have the figure of a watermelon.  So I refused to answer him even as he continued to taunt me.
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Aiyah, you are 我的美人 mah! 

(and I actually laughed out loud.) 

Bilingualism.  Very bad idea.  Especially so with a super corny husband!

P/S:  Er…can you try to imagine a watermelon taking a shower? 

More ways to monologue.  Such fun.  Blogging not enough!