Unexpected Sunday

Ever had a day when it was just different from what your usual routines are?

Granted, it gives life the little spice it needs just to make things a little less dull. However, usually you would plan these sort of different ‘routines’.

Today, I didn’t.

Y’see, I just begun my school term vacation & I’m really relaxing myself. I keep on telling myself I need to find a job to generate some extra income for myself; I have this money-shortage-phobia. Not a very good thing, working on it! And doing pretty well, I must say. ๐Ÿ˜‰ *pats myself on the back*

Point is, when it was still school term period… I was really cooped up with school.

It got to a point, I actually had nightmares about school work. O.O


Overdone? Tell me about it. I wasย thisย close to seeing a psychiatrist!!

No, I’m joking. Cue for you to laugh, please.

My brain did feel like it was in the oven, however.

So needless to say, even my weekends were used to try & catch up with some school work… Doing some projects… And if Heaven permits, allow me to get a little breather! Ah~

Today was my first Sunday on vacation! And already things got a tad different.

Mommy, who distributes lunches to some old folks at a home every Sunday… Was unable to do her duties today.ย Even during school term, I occasionally assisted her.

However, today I was flying solo.

Meaning, I had to get down to the rice stallย alone.ย 
Lug approximately 40 packets of food alone.
Flag down a taxi alone.
Get to the home & help distribute the food alone.
And make my way back to my own home alone.

Not that I mind…much. But it was kind of last-minute. She sort of told me just before I went to sleep the night before.

My mom has this tendency to boss people around sometimes, its like an occupational hazard. So all she said was, “Tomorrow you are helping me distribute lunches to the old folks, because I have something in church okay?”

Oh well, at least she added “okay?” at the back. Which proves to be a slight indication that she cares about whether I say yes or not.

If I say yes, then all’s fine & good.

If I say no, then she’ll make me say yes.

So I just decided to cut everything short and just said, “Okay.”

And this is how we preserve World Peace!


So in the morning, I got up an hour before I had to leave the house.

Got a tad annoyed, because I really wanted to just rot in bed today.

But I knew that a big group of old people are relying on me (a pig, God help them) to deliver their lunch to them. And whats more, some of them save half of this lunch for their dinner time as well.

I almost heard my conscience speaking to me. It even screamed in my ear.

I washed up, slipped on some casual clothes & brought my dog down for a quick walk before heading to the rice stall.

Really lucky that the stall helper helped me bring the packets to the roadside & in about lesser than 2 minutes I got a taxi! ๐Ÿ™‚

Usually when Mommy delivers the lunch, she and I would just drop off the lunches & take the same taxi home again. However since today I was solo, I could do whatever I wanted.

Instead of just riding the same taxi back, I paid the driver & helped bring in the foot into the living room area. Then I helped distribute & pour chili into their rice packets.

I was starving. Did I mention I didn’t have my breakfast or a proper dinner the night before? So every time an old folk flipped open a packet of chicken rice & the aroma diffused up my nostrils… I almost had a nasal-orgasm & my tummy called for S.O.S.

Pretty soon (30minutes later, seemed like 30days in hunger-time), most of the old folks had taken their packet of rice & I took my leave.

At such a secluded place, it was near impossible to get a taxi. So I decided to foot it back home! After all, it was just a good 20 minute walk. No big deal, I thought.

Just 5 minute into the walk, I realised it was a big deal. Hungry + tired = Not a good idea to hike back home.
But I didn’t have a choice.

So I did it anyhow.

Mommy called me to join for her lunch with a friend. This friend, who was offering me a vacation job. After lunch, kind of figured that it wasn’t a good idea to work there.

Mommy & her friend went off to meet someone else. I went back home.

Mark, my boyfriend SMSed & called. I missed him… Even though I was angry that he had a fever, but still went on to play mahjong till 5AM!!

Me: I don’t want to see you this week. (I know its a Sunday, last day of the week & its not really a threatening threat anymore…)

Mark: Open your door.

And there my boyfriend was, grinning from ear to ear, with his phone next to his ear & looking at me.

Oh well, I am a softie… I know.

Apparently, he was ringing the doorbell for some time already but I didn’t hear it. ๐Ÿ˜›

We sat at home, chatted about all the random things we always talk about, watched some videos online… And I exposed him to How I Met Your Mother!

After a while, I got really hungry & had gastric pangs. So we headed out to Holland Village where I had baked potato from Wendy’s!! Happy, happy.

Thinking that I was only out to Holland Village, I didn’t bother changing out of my plain-tee & shorts. I even just brought my keys, wallet & mobile.

After all, it was only for a potato! Mark was meeting his family for dinner & I was going back home for mine.

Next thing I knew when we were in Wendy’s & I was happily eating my baked potato, Mark asked me to join his family for steamboat dinner.

My first reaction, “In this attire?! I don’t even have makeup on!”

Now I realise how shallow I sounded.

But all Mark did was laugh, kiss me & say, “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”

Anyhow, I said yes eventually (& expectedly, I’m a sucker for that boy). But before we headed to the restaurant, Mark drove me back to his place to get some digestive pills. I swear my gastric was getting bad. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

The dubious thing was, Mark bought those pills initially for a science experiment…. Somehow it doesn’t sound very good when someone goes…

Someone: Oh, you look like you need some medicine!

You: Sigh…Yea. It really hurts… You got anything I could use?

Someone: Sure, I do! Let me get it! I bought it about 2 years back to conduct a science experiment on it!!

I couldn’t help but feel like Science Experiment Part II.


But I trust Mark, so I popped the medicine.

…After reading the instructions, the stuff it contains (not that I even know half of them anyway). And of course, the expiry date. ๐Ÿ˜›

I was feeling heapsย better after the pills!

And off we went for dinner with his family!!

After dinner, Mark brought me to get some ice-cream & after a while, drove me home. ๐Ÿ™‚

Poor fella, he has to wake up at 6.30AM for work tomorrow. Oh well, good thing is he is going to be free on Friday!! ๐Ÿ™‚ And I’m cooking again!

I’ll be boiling some herbal chicken soup! And my boyfriend is really looking forward to it. ๐Ÿ™‚

So basically, everything that happened today was really unexpected.

1. I had to deliver lunches to the old folks alone.
2. I thought I could get my vacation job settled, but zilch.
3. My boyfriend shows up at my doorstep.
4. My boyfriend brings me out for dinnerย with his family, not just a light snack.
5. My boyfriend had to detour me back to his place to get digestive pills.
6. I went into a restaurant with a plain tee, shorts & flip-flops; and I didn’t even have a bag to store my things.
7. Most unexpected of all… I actually enjoyed my day. ๐Ÿ™‚

I used to always like to know what I’m doing, what I’m supposed to do…because I kept on making mistakes in my past. Trust me, I can do without fumbling anymore. But then I forgot just how important it is to make mistakes.

Sometimes you won’t know something is a mistake until you make it. ๐Ÿ˜‰

So live life unexpectedly.

Expect to be surprised! I know I do, especially with my boyfriend. Mark surprises me all the time & everyday I’m reminded that lucky I’m in love with my (male) best friend.
…well, I cannot be in love with my female one, can I?

Okay, I can technically…. Lets not go there.

I had a wonderful day living life like it should be – unexpected.

My Furry Friend

This friend is simply amazing. Probably because most of our interactions are somehow one-way..? So lessens any possible conflict by a lot. ๐Ÿ˜‰

He always listens to me. …Or at least he pretends to.
He sleeps in the same room as me every night.
He waits at the door for me to come home.
He poops & pees all over the house if he’s angry.
And he bullies my mother like nobody’s business.

Well, technically… It is no one’s business. ๐Ÿ˜›

My furry friend is my dog!

My dog’s breed is Pomeranian. And aptly named, this little bundle of trouble is really like a pom-pom.

This is how Pomeranian puppies look like. Crazy cute, please! *squeeeezes!!*

However, sadly for me… I never got to see him at that stage. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

I got him only about 1.5 years back? And he was already 9 years old.
That makes him… 9 x 7 = 63 years old!

Someone give this fella the purple senior citizen’s card!

But because he is just so small & really adorable!! When he got to my house, we just kept on calling him, “Baby!”

So much so, he responds to it now. ๐Ÿ™‚ And he is super pampered.

Ask my boyfriend, he cannot stand how much we pamper that little pooch. So much so, sometimes my pooch forgets that he is a pooch. -.-

Speaking of boyfriend, he doesn’t like me to call him “Baby”. With the simple & very logical reason that it seems like I’m calling him my dog. ;P

Anyhow, it has been literally eons since my Baby last went for his last grooming session.

So he has been walking around the house like a ball of fur.

I was really lucky to manage to get a slot today! So last minute. I love this groomer’s because she is totally good with animals, she charges reasonably & she basically does a good job!

What more can you ask for?

This was how my Baby looked like before heading to the groomer’s.

His fur all messed up & unruly!

While waiting for his 3-hour grooming session, I went on a solo-shopping trip! I was supposed to go with my Mommy, but she was taking a really long afternoon nap…ย 
But guess who I bumped into?ย 
My cousin, Kath!! O.Oย 
Our faces were classic when we saw each other. And she (literally) pulled me over to see her mother.ย 
So I had company through my shopping trip! Happy, happy!ย 
I mean, it beats walking around & having to rely entirelyย on your own discretion on buying things. Sometimes 2nd opinions can really help!ย 
Ever noticed sometimes when a girl is looking at something, she seems to be staring at it for a really long time? Thats because we are trying to get 2nd opinions, from our 1st opinions (ourselves).ย 
Which is really tricky!! I assure you.ย 
So it was good I had other people to give me their two cents worth.ย 
Before I knew it, Mommy alerted me that she was at the groomer’s already & Baby was ready for collection.ย 
Now my Baby, from a pom pom… Now pretty much looks like a bear.ย 
My dog after his drastic haircut.ย 
And this is a bear cub.ย 
Okay, well… Iย see the resemblance.ย 
And I know some people told me, “He’s aย Pomeranian, so you have to let him look like a pom-pom!”ย 
I feel like slapping these people sometimes.ย 
What kind of logic is that?ย 
So since you are supposed to be Chinese, stop dying your hair to some other non-Chinese colour & look like a Chinese then!ย 
Bah.ย 
My poor pooch wakes up to sleep on the cold marble floor every night, simply because of his thick fur. No way, no how am I going to let my furry friend continue this just because a bunch of smart baboons told me that he has to look like a pom-pom.ย 
I don’t think I’ll be needing a pom-pom anytime soon anyhow. ๐Ÿ˜‰ย 

So this is my new blog!

Hello, new blog. I am your current author, Geraldine. I look forward to blogging on you… in you…? With you..??

Bah. Forget it.

Anyhow, I’ve moved here from shenbellette.xanga.com! Now, why did I choose to move?

Okay, honestly… I was thinking of moving a long time ago. However, I procrastinated for about 2 million eons before I finally got a butt down to it.

Why did I suddenly get my butt down to it?
Well, lets just say… Someone I care about saw some things that shouldn’t be seen on the previous blog, then I realised the urgency of moving.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think that just by merely changing a blog, I’ll change history.
No, I understand that history is practically written in stone. But sometimes its just not nice to know that it is still lurking around somewhere. And for all that this person has done for me to make me happy, I won’t do anything to make this person unhappy.

Well… Not deliberately anyhow. ๐Ÿ˜‰

So let me describe what I’m like a little…

#1 I’m a pig.

Quite literally. I’m lazyย & one of my main hobbies is to rot around the house.
My own mother calls my room a pig sty.

#2 I procrastinate.


That I do! A lot… As you can see from how long I took to finally open this new blog.

I procrastinate so much, I’m almost tempted to finish this entry another time. ๐Ÿ˜›

#3 I am known to be a “Blonde”


Everyone has called me that before…

Well, almost everyone…

And they don’t mean it in the looks department. Bah.

They meant in the brain department.

Because sometimes I say/do the dumbest things. Really… I do.




No offense to natural blondes though….


#4 I’m also known as the “Non-Clubber”


Apparently, almost everyone thinks that I would go clubbing & drinking… Jazz like that.

Realistically, I don’t. I don’t really like all the nightlife… I don’t mind pubbing; like just sipping on some alcohol & chatting with a close friend. So zilch (unless there is a reason behind it) of my entries will be about clubbing or any wild partying.

I am very much of a home-bird. Actually I very much prefer to just….rot.

#5 I’m currently in love


Yes, with one of my best friends too. ๐Ÿ™‚

He’s probably going to ask, “Why am I a pig too??” ๐Ÿ˜›

He knows me practically inside out & he still loves me. I wonder why…. And every time I ask him why despite knowing all my issues, my pastย & my annoying quirks; he still chose to be with me, he just said because he loves me.

We’ve been friends for a good two years. *gleam!*
Okay, I’m really proud of this. Well… We didn’t exactly fancy each other at the beginning. In fact, I was with someone else when we were still just friends. But when I was hurt, he was there for me to rant on… Despite me not really wanting to say much to him, he was always just there.

In other words; he’s always been the one that was there for me.

Tell you more about us another time.

As for now, that’s that!