Pacey's Tots

In my 21st week now, like all preggers, the tummy's growing bigger and bigger. Sometimes when I have too full a meal, my abdomen feels like it is going to explode. Even sometimes in the mornings when I stretch myself awake, it would feel as though I'm trying to crack open my skin.

It's awesome and sometimes irritating when I feel baby's movements. Sometimes, baby will move a little or I would feel as though baby's doing a little somersault. On other occasions, I would feel as though baby is practising kungfu, and it would hurt a little. Just yesterday, baby decided to keep punching/kicking near my bladder. I peed thrice within an hour and 15 mins.
And just some moments ago, baby decided to help me with my bowel movements. Wasn't having any urge to shit till baby kept punching/kicking some lower part near the exit point.

Although the tummy's bigger, people do give me weird stares and wonder if I'm really pregnant or just fat. They look up and down a few times, or stare at my tummy.

While walking around in crowded areas, I tend to give preggers a little more space when passing them or not cut into their path when I wasn't pregnant. But I realised what goes around doesn't come around sometimes. Now that I'm the pregger, people cheong me, literally cheong me. Oncoming traffic would expect me to budge although they are the ones not walking in a straight line and cutting into my "lane". Diagonal traffic would brush past me and I have to sudden brake to let them pass.

On the public transport, only on 4 occasions was I being offered a seat. When boarding and alighting, I have to fight my way through and no one gives way. Once on my way home, an uncle with a head full of grey hair offered his seat to me. Such a kind gesture but I had to turn him down. How to accept?! While we were persuading each other to sit, the younger ones around us were either oblivious to the surroundings or feigning ignorance to what's happening. 
Once on the MRT, I was with a friend going for dinner. When we entered, no one budge although we stood near the priority seat which was taken up by someone young, well and unpregnant. I was till my friend asked if I wanted to sit down before a gentleman in a non-priority seat stood up and offered his. Our journey was only 1 stop, so I nicely declined.
Yesterday morning, I slowly made my way to the back of the bus looking for a seat, but to no avail. A young lady, perhaps a few years younger than me, offer her seat to me. It was the middle seat in the last row of a single deck wheelchair-friendly bus with an "F1 driver" at the helm. Taking the same route for so long, I kinda can remember which are the "F1 drivers" and who's getting off where. Elevated with nothing in front of me, and there was someone getting up 2 stops away in a back-facing seat, I chose to decline n wait. True enough, I got the seat and less than 3 stops later, the driver slammed his brakes hard, some standing were thrown off balance while some seated front-facing were thrown forward
This morning, I again walked to the back of the bus to look for a seat but to no avail. An expat couple were seated in the middle and right corner seats in the last row of yet another single deck wheelchair friendly bus. they were talking among themselves and the male got up frm his right corner seat. I thought he was alighting n blur blur took his seat. It was till the next stop, thank God not a long distance away, that I realised he did not get off. I turned to the lady and said thank you. She asked if no one in front offered their seat n I replied no. She told me to not be shy and just ask for the seat next time

I'm just hoping people would be nice and gracious. It is not a so-called entitlement mentality that I'm hoping people would give way to me at this point of time. Try carrying a sack weighing a few kilos around your abdomen and you will know what I mean. 

During class break time, I'll usually go pee to release my contracted bladder. What I saw in the toilet today really irked, disgusted and pissed me. Why such a thing would happened?! I wanted to run back to the classroom and get my handphone to take a photo of it, but my blog's G-rated lah.

Girls, if you are afraid that your buttocks will get dirtied by the sitting toilet bowl, find a squatting one.
If you can't find a squatting one, find a cubicle that has loads of tissue for you to line the toilet bowl rim.
If you can't find a tissue-loaded cubicle, I really don't mind that you stand across the toilet bowl or squat on the rim. However, if you choose the latter, please have the civic mind(edness) to remove your shoes.
And by the way, please lift up the rim/lid/protective 2nd layer/whatever you call it so that you have no chance of dirtying it if people want to use it.
Last but not least, please freaking AIM. Yesh, AIM.
It is just like how we always tell the man/men in the house to lift up the rim if they wana stand and shoot their pee into the sitting toilet bowl and AIM.

Oh, in the scenario that the cubicle has tissue but you choose not to line the toilet bowl rim and still pee all over the rim, please CLEAN UP after your act.
If you think wiping your own buttocks after shitting is an ok thing to do, then wipe the toilet bowl rim too! If you think it is disgusting, either you AIM or you hold your pee till you get home. Isn't it more disgusting for the cleaner to clean YOUR pee for you?!

This is not the first time I've seen this pee-all-over-toilet-bowl scenario when I'm using toilets outside of my home. And usually I tend to contribute this to mums who would bring their little boys. Since these little boys have yet to master the art of aiming, it is not really totally these little boys' fault, although I tend to grumble about why the mothers don't clean it up.
But to see this where I do not see little boys existing in the place at all, it has to be one of the ladies right?
Honestly, no one would be so out of his/her/its mind to pour chrysenthamum tea over the toilet bowl right?

Well, Part 2 wasn't planned. I just remembered, while bathing just now, that I had photos of evidence...


This is the clever one, placing the oily tray on the ledge.
This is the disgraceful one, placing the oily tray on the seat to his/her/its right.









And I also didn't know that air-con vents on the bus are dustbins...

After I saw the picture on DK's blog of the human jam at the MRT due to disruption of services, I can only say a few things about a significant portion of Singaporeans: 人笨是没得救的 (stupidity can't be cured). Self-centered too.

What's the point in having such good education when you rush to get up the bus first and plonk yourself down on the only seat left comfortably, leaving the elderly to struggle up the bus and make his/her way to find a seat? What's the point when you park your shopping trolley across the asle of the supermarket as though you are the only one with a trolley? What's the point when you have kids happily seating on the MRT seat that has the yellow sign above it saying to give up the seat to the needy and there's an elderly clinging onto the pole for his/her life. What's the point when you leave the oily tray, after carrying your food to the table, onto the empty seat next to you?

Is it due to their upbringing, selfishness, common sense or just being street-smart? What is the point of leaders of the country saying that Singapore will be a gracious society in so-and-so number of years time? More than a decade ago, then-Prime Minister Goh said that Singapore will be a gracious society in 10 years time. After those 10 years, now, the picture on DK's blog says it all.

Are Singaporeans too confortable with themselves and their lives that they choose to ignore and be oblivious to these "common sense" stuff? Maybe we should send them for social etiquette courses? Yes, I agree, there are those who aren't like that, and I'm glad that the people I know aren't like that.

Why do we even fucking bother to read senseless entries blogged by insensitive idiots who are worth maybe lesser than a piece of shit?! Why do we even bother to lift our fingers to "pong" them and contribute to their blog traffic? Just because they have a weird sense of humor to the extent of being mean? I read an entry in nadnut's blog about some $#&!#*% "top" blogger and I got so agitated that I told nadnut I would help her to spread the word about this idiot. If you haven't read nadnut's entry, you can read it here.

I know I can be damn mean sometimes too, but I don't curse someone who is already missing to drown. Even being mean and having hatred will have a certain extent rite? So many people are already worried about her and keeping a lookout for her for fear that she is in danger. Her family members are definately worried too!

Try to imagine and put yourself in the shoes of her family, friends and relatives. Wouldn't you be worried if someone close to you is missing? No news, nothing. And you have other senseless idiots who give false news and tipoffs of her whereabouts, sending her loved ones around in circles. How about having someone curse your family member dead when he/she is already missing? How would you feel, u idiot senseless creature?!

What goes around comes around and I really agree with others that bad karma will come and haunt you... Be afraid... Be really really afraid...

If anyone cares, please spread the word about this $#&!#*% "top" blogger and stop contributing to his blog traffic... Go to nadnut's entry on this shameless fella and you'll know who he is... And Nadnut's friend on her own take on this $#&!#*% blogger...

I just don't understand how stupid, inconsiderate and gross-out people can be! Have they spared a thought for the cleaners?! This was sighted at Holland Village's taxi stand yesterday afternoon outside Cold Storage.

Though I can't be sure if the tissue was left by the group there. But what i was very sure was that this group of 3 people were occupying 4 seats and the bus was pretty crowded. The "extra" seat was used to put their belongings and the foot!

What goes around comes around. You can be lazy and stupid enough to place an oily food tray onto a seat. You are self-centered because it doesn't bother you if someone else will sit onto that seat, anyway, it's not going to be you who is going to get the oily seat. However, you have to believe in karma, what goes around, comes around. One day, another lazy and stupid person will do the same, and you will stupidly sit onto the oily seat.

Someone said Singapore will become world class. If that happens with people of this sort, the whole world can eat grass...

Can't get to sleep. Maybe it's because I've been sleeping at almost 6am the last two nights, or rather, morning. The past week was well spent. I had time to do my essay a bit, had time to relax a bit, stone a bit, had time to shop a bit, had time to catch up with friends, had time to spend with Dear, well, almost had time for everything.

On Wednesday: I went for tutorials. Amazing, I actually went for tutorials. Well, I went not because the lesson was interesting, but because I wanted to help a friend who's drawing up a constitution thingy for the school's student body council. Hopefully once the constitution is up and set, the council can officially start.
Once I reached home, I quickly tried to settle the farewell dinner on Thursday. Felt kinda bad to reject a request to go back to work on Thursday cos of the farewell dinner and cos I had to prepare for my PET scan on Friday... IF ONLY the male lead of the farewell dinner could have said earlier that he could not make it, then I won't have to last minute tell everyone... But well, timing always not as good as expected. So the farewell dinner was pushed to Friday together with another of my girl's birthday dinner.
Then the guys decided to meet at a friend's place at 1ish to discuss the constitution thingy. But, it's, erm, at (as I quote) Yio Chu Ulu Samy Kang, so I decided to meet them online instead.

Thursday: when I woke up and washed up, it was past 1ish already. I was a good girl, didn't go anywhere but online. In the end, they cancelled the "appointment". No "meeting", no farewell dinner, I stayed at home. Just as well, cos I won't know when the laxatives will start "executing their powers". First dose taken after lunch. All the way till dinner, no shit...
Met Dear for dinner and went over to his place to sleep so we could leave the house together the next morning and he could wake me up. After dinner, took the second and final dose of laxative. Refused to sleep till 3+, 4am so I could at least clear my bowels once and I don't have to wake up in the middle of the night, running to the toilet. But, still no shit! Couldn't take it anymore, and decided to sleep.

Friday: woke up damn early. Wanted to leave the house at 8.45am. But, tummy was churning and it was time to shit. At long last! I was wondering if I had to go for the scan "un-shitted". Finally left the house slightly after 9am and took a cab down. Was in the lift when the Centre called. When I stepped into the Centre, the receptionist was, "Ah, Jasmine right?"
So, I went through the entire process, which I was so familiar with. Changed, sit down, took blood glucose level, drank the eeky contrast/ dye barium solution - and I would pinch my nose to make it easier to drink. That's when something happened. The male Filipina radiologist, whom to me was very professional and not seem like a person who crack jokes, laughed and said, "Last year also like that," everyone laughed, including Dear. Next step, I went to the room, waited for the doc to inject the needle and lay in waiting for the radioactive isotopes to arrive. I waited and waited, and I had simply no idea that I had fallen asleep! It was only until a lady "patient executive" (I don't know what to call her, and she's a new face), came into the room and told me I could go to the toilet and sit down outside the room to wait for my turn to be scanned. I asked her, "I thought I was waiting for the isotope?" She replied and said that it was injected already. I went to the toilet and sat outside the room and waited. Just then, the radiologist walked by and said that I fell asleep, when the doc injected the isotope, I didn't even feel it, nor moved at all. We both laughed and I was my turn to be scanned. Just as the scan started, my bladder started to call out and say that it was full. Damn, the room so blardi cold, and it would take at least half an hour. After the scan was done, I quickly went to the toilet and sat there and waited for them to take the needle out. Went to change and "stole" a plaster from them to cover the needle hole. As I was walking out to settle the payment, the radiologist saw me and helped me with the plaster. Made payment and went for lunch, while I sms-ed one of my friend that I can't meet them for lunch at Red Star, cos after making payment it was already close to 1pm.
Went to Mos Burger at Ngee Ann City and went to Biotherm upstairs at Takashimaya to get my products. Walked over to HMV to buy some of my "reserved" stocks. That's when I told Dear, "I think I'm becoming a Biotherm convert ever since using the sample of Abdo Choc." Bought my cds, magazines, Dear's dvd and magazine and made our way back to collect the scan. Timing couldn't had been better, cos the results were not at the counter. The receptionist had to walk into the room to fetch the report out. Usually, when the reports are done and sealed, these huge envelopes would be placed at the counter.
Dear checked that the past films were not missing, while I read the report. For a moment there, I freaked out. In layman terms, there was something in my lung and an ovarian cyst. Went to Dr Hwang and she gave me the reassurance that there's nothing much to worry about. She explained that from time to time, our lungs may have slight infections, so that explains the "imperfection" in the scan for the lung area. As for the cyst, she said that we may have to keep an eye on it because that little dot there may just be an egg, during the ovulating period.
Went back to Dear's place to put down his stuff and collect my lappy and other stuff that I did not bring along, while Dear freshened up and took a quick shower. Went back to my place to put down everything, freshened up, put on some makeup and took a cab down to meet ZY, while Dear went to Selegie to have a game or two before joining us for dinner.
ZY, Dear and me were the first few, PJ came next, then male lead and wife at 8.15pm. Appointment was supposed to be at 7.30pm, but as expected, jams everywhere, thus the delay. Birthday gal and boyfriend came shortly after. After dinner, PJ, male lead and wife went home, while we went to Kbox at Paradiz and ZY's boyfriend came down to join us. They did not have a room for 6 and gave us a room for 30 instead. An hour later, they shifted us to a room for 6, and we had to re-program our songs. Within 5 mins, we gave up and changed to another room, cos it was kinda stuffy. We got another room and sang all the way till 3am. ZY's boyfriend drove me and Dear back to my place, I freshened up and went to Dear's place to zzz.

Saturday: I woke up at 11+, sms-ed my friends and went back to sleep again. Eventually, Dear and I woke up at 2.30pm. Went to Jurong East for lunch and I went to the library to return my books and borrowed some others, while Dear went to do his own stuff. By the time I reached home, it was 9+ already. As I haven't been doing much of my essay the past few days, I tried to pia as much as I could. Dear came over with McNuggets and Curry Sauce! Haha, I've been craving for that since Thursday! Watched the England vs. Israel match, big big disappointment. Boring match. Will explain why in the next entry...
After the match, went over to Dear's place again.

Today: Helped Dear with a bit of housework cos his parents are not around and the dust from the renovations are driving us nuts. Went for lunch and settled at Starbucks to do a bit of my assignment while Dear read papers and accompanied me. At last I had some proper coffee after almost 2 months. Coffee without weird sourish or bitter after-taste. Why can't coffees at home be like those at Starbucks or Coffeebean? Sigh...
Came back to put down my stuff and went out for dinner at a air-con zi char place in West Coast. There's this couple who sat down just before us. But they took tooooooo long to order and thus we got the "today's special", instead of them. The "today's special" are all displayed in a chiller beside the cashier counter and only one piece per item, thus its a first-order-first-get basis. When our vegetable and pork chop came, the lady went to make noise, saying like why we got our food, yet they still don't have theirs. She kept pointing to our table and made comments that the entire eatery could hear. The explosion came when the fish came to our table. She went up to the cashier counter, pointed at our yummy Teochew-styled steamed promfret, and made a hell lot of noise, saying, "I thought you said the fish was mine?!" I became sarcastic and told my parents, who were sitted facing her to slowly devour the fish and make a yummy looking face. In the end, the manager had to "appease" her, but her mouth never stopped making noise. Maybe she's an empty vessel that's why. I felt like going over and say, "Hey bitch, so what if you sat down first, we have better brains than you and know what we wana eat fast and ordered fast. So, if you did not get the "special" you wanted, too bad, cos you are S-L-O-W." When making payment, she also had to make noise; I pity her husband...
Reached home and spent the night on my essay and trying to sleep and now blogging and now feeling sleepy already...

Eventful and packed days. I feel useful...

One week at the record store already, although i dun work everyday, its damn fun. found out that my poly coursemate also works there, but at a different dept.

i and another few colleagues came up with a reason and agreeded on how come singapore's customer service is considered "bad" n why singapore is not really a shopping paradise... just look at the locals... at our store, we serve 3 distinctive different types of pple.

the 1st type: friendly, acknowledges your thank yous, thank you back. says welcome when you say thank you. not demanding.

the 2nd type: very polite. know what they want. actually know their stuff n sometimes know more then you... they even make sure they have the correct album names n titles b4 approaching you. if not they will say, "i'm not so sure if it's spelt like that".

the 3rd type: ask stupid questions like "wht is a mv vcd". they think you r a walking encylopedia when they ask you "abc song sing by who", they even have an instrumental version on their hp n play it to you. thy also have a list of songs n ask you to give them the cds with the songs in it. as if as the cds have no track listings, they ask you blindly, wht is the difference between 2 cds. as if they are rushing for time, thy walk into the store, dun walk ard, ask you whr is that n this cd, then after when u get it for them, they start walking ard as if they are not in the rush anymore. in short blardi lazy to even research or ask their friends abt it b4 approaching the store.
whn they ask you where are the dvds n u ask them wht type, thy reply u "movies" n then we have to ask again, wht type, english or chinese, b4 we can finish asking they say "movies movies", so we have to ask again, enlish or chinese b4 we can finally direct them.
my floor has the asian pop, dance room n classical room. when someone looks for jazz or country music, they are directed to us at the 3rd floor. the moment thy see us, they ask whr to find jazz or country. when we tell them classical room, they EXCLAIM "jazz/ country leh". so we say yep, in the classical room, they EXCLAIM AGAIN "sure?!". kaoz, as if as we will tell lies direct them wrongly n let them file a complain. not only that, when we direct them correctly, instead or saying thanks, they sigh n shake their heads...
they come to the counter with the cd n dun bother to tell you if they paying or testing. whn u ask them, they give you a very pek chek n fustrated voice n sometimes shake their heads with their answers.
japanese pressed cds for japanese artistes, ditto for korean, are usually collectors' edition n items for fans overseas cos its harder to get n its more expensive due to the import pricing. n when these fans buy the cds, they actually already know the music n songs inside the cd n dun need to test the cd to hear wht tracks are inside cos they know their stuff. but they are still some posers who wana try these cds although there is a locally pressed, taiwan pressed or hong kong pressed edition on the shelves.
last but not least, when u collect payment from them, its like as if as we are begging money from them. you should look at the arrogant, want-to-throw-money-into-your-face look. they dun say thank you, nor do they nod or smile when you say thank you after payment. instead, they give you a face as if as they have been robbed of 20 dollars for that cd.

so who r they? the 1st type, the ang mohs, japs n expats. the 2nd, tourists. the 3rd, if u have not guessed it by now, are the locals...
not that i wana slam my fellow countrymates, but i'm actually glad most of the pple ard me dun behave like that. mostly the locals are trying to be difficult customers n are demanding for "customer service" bullshit. service staff are not your slaves or maids, they are humans n need to be treated with respect too! if your speak nicely to us, we will definately speak nicely if not, even in a nicer tone back to you. but however, sadly, most speak to us as if as we owe them money. sometimes u might meet a staff with a "bad customer service" but think, it might be a fellow countrymate who had already made her pek chek beforehand, n he/she is still trying to calm down his/her nerves.

customer service? pui...
gracious society? i give up...

Haha... First entry of May... Make it a complaint letter...

Sometimes I wonder if Singapore can really be a gracious society. Remb, I was toking abt the escalator thingy?

Point 1. Some toopis pple still block the right side at MRT Stations like Clementi, Dover, Tampines, Outram Park... I guess most of these are those "neighbourhood" stations, away from town... Peak or off-peak, its the same... The right side's always blocked!!! Piangzzz, dun this pple kn its island wide?!?!?!? There are posters. Dunno england? Nvr mind... Tis keep left thingy was on TV and newspapers too! In all languages!!!

2nd point, not abt pple blocking. Its abt pple who are not really in the rush of time, lazy to wait to get on the left side of the escalator and only climb halfway up the right side like a snail!!! Grrr!!! If you are sincerly not in a rush, pls keep to the left side lor!!! Grr!!!

3rd point. Or maybe its a question... Is the keep left rule only applicable to up-riding escalator?

Haizzz..................................

Gracious?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Wait long long........................

POOL IS OUTA CHAMPIONS LEAGUE!!! Muuuuuaaaaaahhhhhahhhhhaaaaaaahhaaa!!! Amok/Kloozo/Jester (whtever u wana be called), r u reading tis!?!?! Muuuaaaahhhhaaaahhhhhhaaaa!!! I'm gloating! Yesh! I'm gloating! And I admit! K, enuff of gloating, sekali gt retribution... *touch wood*

The keep-left thingy on escalators have spread to ALL MRT stations! Shiok! On Mon, some radio station, forgotten which one, was at Raffles Place to cover the event. The DJ was saying keep-left and immediately I saw tis person who was originally on the right, shifted to the left. Haha... But some escalators dun have the signs, like the ones exiting the MRT stations. Pple take for granted and stand on the right... Haiz...