My ‘string of pearls’! No, nothing to do with foreign policy please….
I’ve been trying to think of what the next blog post should be about and frankly speaking, it’s been really difficult to find something to write about. It’s not that there isn’t stuff to write about but like the title suggested, it’s a collection of very random and unrelated events. Like a string of pearls 
All very separate and yet all linked up together to form a necklace around my neck! Lol. Sigh. Something so beautiful yet when you think about it, kind of unnerving…it can strangle you. Right now, it’s choking me out of ideas! So rather than fight it, I’ve decided to just jot down the randomness and let that be the subject for this post! Hmph…take that! creative blocker!
Descriptions
This is a collection of some of the strangest and most amusing things people have said about me…they’re not bad! Technically…Lol.
- You emit an aura of non-threatening-ness…
- I don’t think of you as a woman but more like a deity… (ahem…why, thank you for noticing..Lol)
- Sunshine/sun ray/sun beam…you get the idea
- How old are you again?
- Man, you are scary!
They all seem to have the same theme running through them and some I’ve heard many times before and some were so ‘spontaneous’ that they’ve stuck with me.
Extended family aka pets
We tried keeping out two dogs in a boarding facility run by our vet for a night (in preparation for when we have to go for Christmas holidays). I had separation anxiety o_0 So not cool. Kept trying to find things that were wrong with the place or the attendants looking after the dogs. Though I tried to make it easier by joking or laughing it off, it only proved just how hard I was pretending not to be concerned. Lol. Picked them up from the vet’s last night and they’ve been nothing but ‘angels’ since then! o_0 Who are you and what have you done to my dogs?! Lol. I am not kidding. Alchia Bura is famous for being such a grouch when it comes to sleeping space. He growls and ‘complains’ if you intrude upon his space while he’s sleeping but since his return from the vet’s, he hasn’t even growled or ‘complained’ ONCE! Even though my roomie has been trying her utmost best to get him to Strange….and as for Hector? Quiet and sleeping. Peacefully and calmly, no complaints or restlessness, no scratching or whining at the door to get out, no chewing or trying to chew on things to get attention. Like I said, who are you guys and what have you done with my dogs?! At first, like the panicked mothers we are, my roomie and I worried that maybe something had happened to them during their stay i.e. they got hit, teased or beaten. But no signs of injury, no real signs of depression (they were pretty active and ‘happy’ in the first few hours of their return). We’re at a loss as to what exactly happened but we’ve concluded that they’re just SUPER-excited to be home and the excitement has worn them out :-/ Hmmmmm…..Now, we’re just anxiously waiting for one of them to growl or whine and then we’ll be so happy 
DIY
My roomie wanted to an old pair of heels a new lease of life. She got this brilliant idea from another person’s blog, which I’m sure she’ll blog about (as soon as her exams are over). A before and after shot!
Before
After
Banking and Condescending Counsellors
Banks continue to dumbfound me. I have no idea what the procedures and regulations are for processing cheques, withdrawals, deposits, demand drafts etc. etc. One thing that I can no longer deny – private banks work faster. It took my roomie and I around 10 minutes to make two drafts in a private bank which she needed to pay for her exam and re-registration fees. We were both mightily impressed. It, however, took us nearly 3 hours to get those very same drafts cancelled! Funny story this incident. Turns out we forgot to put the name of the city in which the Demand Draft is payable at. Instructions on my roomie’s forms were worded in such a way that for even for a person who has knows how to make a draft, there will be untold amounts of confusion. We get to the counter, with draft in hand and are dismissed in an instant because of this mistake. Fine. We’ll get this done and then come tomorrow, stand in line again and get it right!
Tomorrow comes and we’re back in line again, smiling and happy, feeling that it’ll be all over and done soon. I had barely slept, my eyes were swollen and I was definitely nowhere in the ‘here and now’. I was still very much in la-la land of dreams and sleep! We split up to speed up the process – my roomie in one line with one form and I, in the other line with her other form. She gets to the counter and is rejected again! This time for putting, literally, the words that the form had told her to put on the Demand Draft. We get sent back to the Counsellor’s office, upset and worried about how in the world we’re going to get the draft redone and more importantly, whether we’d be in time for the submission as that day was the LAST day. It is from our interaction with the Counsellor that day that my roomie looked at me, wide-eyed and a little ‘afraid’ and exclaimed, ‘Man, you’re scary!’
Why have I, the sunbeam/sunshine/sun ray (ahem), been described as scary? The condescending counsellor thus makes her entry. Rather than giving us ANY helpful suggestion (the only one she did give was tell my roomie to just sit the exams next year!) she starts to mock and patronize us:-
Condescending Counsellor (C.C.): You don’t even know how to make drafts? How old are you now? How can you not know how to make drafts at your age? It’s written so clearly, how can you not know?
Us: We were just following the instruction written on your form.
C.C.: But it’s written clearly here in the instructions, this is the name of our institute, it’s so simple, how could you not know?….
(what seemed like a long pause in my head but was only a second in reality)
Me: Why are you talking to me in such an accusatory tone?
(how to describe my tone when I’m angry or insulted?…my roomie has often said that it’s like a sashimi knife finely slicing away at you; I don’t use foul language, I don’t even raise my voice but it seems my tone speaks VOLUMES)
My roomie begins panicking and under her breath tells me to be quiet! And yet, oblivious C.C. carries on…
C.C.: And the name of our institute is the name in which our bank account is listed…you do have bank accounts don’t you? do you have a bank account? (making an expression and gesture, asking me more like, do you know what a bank account is?)
Me: (sarcastic as hell and gesturing in the same manner and using the same patronizing tone) Yessss, I DO have a bank account and it IS in my full name. But that’s not what I’m asking you, I’m asking you what is there that we can do so that my friend can pay her fees on time.
C.C.: (tone finally softening, more like indifference) Nothing, just take the exam next year.
My roomie is by then furious and worried out of her mind as to what’s going to happen now so she stormed out without a word more. I, on the other hand was seeing red that I just had to add before I left….
Me: We’re going to go the bank which is located right next door and make a new draft and see if THAT will be accepted. Thank you. (exiting and muttering, ‘somebody slap her’)
My roomie was torn between being happy that I talked back to the C.C. and also petrified that because of me, she’d not be allowed to sit her exams! Lol. She says we need to work on when my ‘tone’ needs to come out kekekekeke. I was furious and also so apologetic because I knew her education was on the line (when I say ‘her’ education, I was acting in such a way that it probably would’ve looked very much like I was placing MY hand on MY chest and talking to the C.C….Lol…) So what happened? We went to the bank next door, got another draft made for the more pressing one (the examination fees), stood back in line for the third time and the draft was accepted. Have decided to go on the weekend to the private bank and cancel the original two drafts and get our money back. Dreading, of course, that they will hate us :/
Sims
I actually got annoyed when I made the silly mistake of selling off my precious’ karate’ mat which had cost me 1000 social points to buy! I got so disgusted with myself that I just gave up. Lol. I’m reading this sentence again and wondering what the hell it all means!
Told you it was all pretty random…
