Friday, September 29, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 4:52 pm

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Last night, I had one of the weirdest dreams ever. I dreamt that Ivan and I had our first child and if I recall correctly, it was (I will use past tense because it was dream) a baby girl.

She was small, really small. When I say small, I really meant that she was hardly bigger than 3 centimetres. I could not hold her or hug her or do anything other than to look at her.

As I was looking at her, she started crying because she could not fall asleep. Then, Ivan wrapped a blanket firmly around her and placed her back on her little bed. She stopped crying and fell asleep instantly. A very pleased looking Ivan told me that babies liked to feel secure, hence the firm wrapping.

When she woke up, I thought that she might feel hot (maybe because I did) hence I tried to remove the blanket. To my utmost horror, I noticed that her skin stuck to the cloth like how jelly sweets would stick to the wrapper that surrounds it.

I panicked and stopped moving for a few seconds. In that few seconds, I did nothing but to watch her in fear. After a while, she tried to get out of the blanket on her own. I think she got tired waiting for me to do it so she decided to take charge.

Just when I thought the sticking incident was the worst it could get, one of her legs was suddenly detached from her body. I almost fainted at that sight and started to hyperventilate.

I turned around frantically, looking for Ivan. When I had failed to locate him, I turned back towards the baby and almost fainted again. She was stitching her legs back to her body and she smiled at me while doing so, without showing any signs of pain.

And then I woke up. Man that was really weird.
 
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 1:40 pm

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Here is something I found and would like to share with everyone.


Wedding Toast, To the Bride and Groom

My Greatest wish for the two of you is that through the years your love for each other will so deepen and grow, that years from now you will look back on this day, your wedding day, as the day you loved each other the least.

May you have many children and may they grow mature in taste and healthy in color and as sought after as the contents of the glass.

May the best day of your past be the worst day of your future.

Marriage: A community consisting of a master, a mistress, and two slaves - making in all, two.

May the roof above you never fall in and may you both never fall out.

To the lamp of love - may it burn brightest in the darkest hours and never flicker in the winds of trial.

May 'for better or worse' be far better than worse.

The man or woman you really love will never grow old to you. Through the wrinkles of time, through the bowed frame of years, You will always see the dear face and feel The warm heart union of your eternal love.

Look down you Gods, and on this couple drop a blessed crown.

Remember that if you ever put your marital problems on the back burner they are sure to boil over.

Here's to the groom with bride so fair, And here's to the bride with groom so rare!

Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success.

Seek a happy marriage with wholeness of heart, but do not expect to reach the Promised Land without going through some wilderness together.

Happy marriages begin when we marry the one we love, and they blossom when we love the one we married.


Wedding Toast, From the Bride to the Groom / Groom to the Bride

Here's to the prettiest, here's to the wittiest, Here's to the truest of all who are true, Here's to the neatest one, here's to the sweetest one, Here's to them, all in one - here's to you.

I have known many, liked not a few, loved only one. I toast to you.


Wedding Toast, To the Groom

Here's to the groom, a man who keeps his head though he loses his heart.


Wedding Toast, To the Bride

May she share everything with her husband, including the housework.


Wedding Toast, From the Parents of the Bride and Groom

It is written: when children find true love, parents find true joy. Here's to your joy and ours, from this day forward.


Wedding Toast, To the Gathering

Let us toast the health of the bride; Let us toast the health of the groom, Let us toast the person that tied; Let us toast every guest in the room.
 
Thursday, September 14, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 10:46 am

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Yesterday after work, I was rather exhausted as I waited for the LRT to arrive. Hence, I really needed to either get a seat or a good place to stand. As I left the office rather early, it was impossible to get a seat (peak hour) so I was determined to find a good place to stand. What is a good place to stand, you ask? It is a place where I can lean and where no one would be in my way, brushing against me or anything along those lines.

Once the train arrived at the station and the doors swung open, I dashed towards the middle area of the train compartment that I had entered. There are no seats at that part of each train compartment thus there were plenty of places for one to lean – if you get there before someone else does, of course. Anyhow, I think those of you who take the train would understand perfectly what I mean.

With all the dashing and all, I managed to find myself a wonderful place to stand. That place could really only fit 2 of me (me and another person of a similar built) and even that had to be done with a little force. To my horror, this short and stout Malay man with a knapsack on his back tried to squeeze in with me. When I refused to make any space for him, he leaned right on me without a care in the world, his knapsack against my shoulder.

I had no choice but to budge because he was hurting me badly. Once I moved, he immediately occupied the space that I had left. What a fucking moron! Throughout the journey, he kept trying to make me move so his overweight structure could be comfortable in that miserable space. These are the few things he attempted in order to make me move (which I happily ignored because I refused to give in to that jerk):

1. Knocked me to irritate me
2. Stretched his arm in my direction to intimidate me
3. Leaned on me
4. Brushed his hands against my thigh

While doing all these, he was reading a book. I wondered if he could concentrate with all those evil intentions in his screwed up brain.

FUCK HIM!!! I hope he dies and burns in hell...
 
Monday, September 11, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 2:29 pm

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Liza is her name. She is a real estate agent. I cannot recall the name of the company she is attached to otherwise I would definitely shout it out to the world. Amie saw Liza’s number in Star Classifieds and rang her up to find out if she had any houses that matched Amie’s interests.

Ivan, Amie and Liza met up so Liza could show them a few houses (including her own rotten house which is way overpriced) in Bandar Kinrara. The couple did not find any of the houses appealing hence they thanked Liza and parted. Liza then rang Amie up a few days later and persuaded her to have a look at another few houses. After much hesitation (as the description of the houses did not strike Amie’s fancy), Amie agreed.

As anticipated, Ivan and Amie did not quite like the houses they viewed. After viewing the last home, the three of them sat outside the house for a light chat. As they were chatting, Ivan walked a few houses down to road to have a look around the neighbourhood. Liza then commented to Amie, “Every house you see also you don’t like. Wasting my time…”

Amie glared at her without saying a single word. A few seconds of silence lingered in the air before Liza continued, “…because cannot find a house for you.”

Right away, Amie nodded and got up. She walked towards Ivan and told him to say whatever he wants to Liza because she was through with her and wanted to leave. Ivan (who happened to have heard Liza's remark) walked towards Liza and had a quick chat with her before getting into the car.

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I cannot believe that bitch said that to me! She is a horrible, awful, untrained (and everything bad!) real estate agent. As far as I know, agents / salespeople should never ever tell their customers such a thing no matter how strongly they felt so.

Does she expect her customers to purchase a house on every third or fourth viewing? If that was the case in the industry, I would quit my job and become a real estate agent too. From my proceeds in less than a month, I would be able to put down payment on a mansion in Damansara Heights.

Buying a house is not a small investment! It is probably the biggest investment in my life (unless if I make it really big someday). I definitely need to find the right one and that will take some time - not after the third or fourth viewing. God damn her.
 
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 10:53 am

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It is almost the end of our long search. We finally found a dwelling that we could call ours. At least, I hope that is the case. *keep fingers crossed*

Yesterday night, Ivan and I went out to meet a real estate agent after dinner to place an earnest deposit (3%) for our prospective dwelling. The agent will then pass it to the owner and if he agrees, he will sign on a binding document to sanction the sale.

We were asking many questions and frustrating the hell out of the poor agent as we were first time purchasers. Experience we have none, hence the fear of being cheated that lived in our souls.

I observed Ivan’s trembling hands as he was writing the cheque. It got worse when he passed it to the agent. I know he worked very hard for the money and the last thing he wanted was to lose all that to a con man.

After that, we had a short chat with the agent before leaving. She commented that I have a sharp face (I always thought my face is as round as the moon due to overdose of chocolates and ice creams) and that she loves looking at me because I am cute.

As she said those things, she clasped her hands over her own face and giggled. Just for the record, she is 36 years old.

Anyhow, after her remarks about me, I had safely concluded that she is not a con man. Con mans are way brighter and I am positive they can tell the difference between and sharp and a moon shaped face.
 
Friday, September 01, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 10:25 am

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It was a cooling afternoon as we were walking from The Ship in Pertama Complex towards the Star LRT station after lunch. The whole department held a farewell lunch for one of our colleagues who was retiring on the same day.

As it was raining almost the whole morning, the weather was lovely and the roads were filled with puddles of water. I walked together with 2 of my colleagues and Lemon (my beloved boss) on the sidewalk, avoiding the puddles as much as I can. We were chatting happily along the way until an upsetting incident occurred.

Lemon deliberately plunged his shoes into a puddle of water along the sidewalk right where I was walking, splashed some muddy water on my feet, and then grinned. I was so pissed off that I almost cried. What the fuck did he think he was doing?

I expressed my anger and I was so tempted to smack him with the umbrella I was gripping. As always, he thought I was just playing mad. He must be really ignorant and insensitive to think that I was joking when I exclaimed this phrase over and over, “Bloody hell Lemon!”

He then claimed that he used to do that to the girls in his school during those days. One of my colleagues then said, “You are no longer in school,” and I added, “Yeah man, grow up!” I then concluded very confidently that he must be one of those boys who desperately seek girls’ attentions. If a guy had what it takes, he does not need to do immature things like these for a girl to look his way.

Not only did he keep bragging about that stunt he just pulled on me and used to pull on those poor girls in his school, I never heard a word of apology. On top of that, he was giggling and laughing at what he did to me the whole time. What the fuck is going on his brain man? I have never met someone so rude and childish and pathetic and ignorant and obnoxious and egoistic!