WHY ME?!

WHY??! WHY ME!!!??!!

I hate this stupid company. I hate being blamed for things I DID NOT DO.

Im sick of their stupid protocol.

I am so ANGRY... I cant decide whether to cry or to scream.

And NOBODY understands.

Everybody thinks its an issue that can be fixed. Yeah... RIGHT.

My word against a computer.

Life is so unfair.

fuck.

Ask Geri

I felt like a columnist for "Ask Geri" yesterday...

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An old friend of mine asked, "Why do women go for fat, old balding men who are rich and powerful?"

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He's a young guy... so maybe he finds it hard to comprehend.

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Then Ron asked me later that day, " Do you think girls really like "Bad Boys"...?"

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Well, both questions made me think... alittle.

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I admit, I do see the allure in going for a powerful man. During the day, people are snivelling at his feet, and at home.. he's snivelling at your feet. *evil laugh*

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Fat and balding.. Well.. Er... do it in the dark?

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As for Bad Boys... of coz la! Who wants a prude. Even guys want naughty girls. ;p

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Now.. to look for a rich, powerful (straight) guy who is young, handsome and just a little bit naughty.

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Wait... He doesn't exist.

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Damn.

Geri - The Happy Maldivian Drunk

So apparently Im a very Happy Drunk.

Got SO sloshed in Male it wasnt funny.

Well, at least i tot everything was funny at that point...

I couldnt stop laughing. I think i pointed and said alot of funny things...

I shall not elaborate. ;p

Slept for a very lousy four hours before I was woken up in the early morning to go snorkelling.

Terribly hungover, I staggered into the ocean and somehow still managed to snorkel for the next hour and a half.

Sometimes, even I amaze myself...





Getting sloshed, listening to the waves, reading a book outside your room, hanging with the fishes...

What more can I ask for in life?

Happy Boy's Day!

My Mum was helping Josh make a Father's Day card for Kevin, when Josh turned to my Mum and asked, "Gwandma? When is Happy Boy's Day?" My Mum burst into laughter and told him, "Every Saturday!" (That's the day my Mum and Dad babysit Josh)

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:)

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Since my maternal instincts were screaming, Jem and I decided to bring Josh out on Sunday.

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We decided to take him to Pasir Ris Park to play at the playground, then to the Kids Kampung off Elias Road, and then to round off the day, a treat at McDonald's at Downtown East!

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As he was sitting on my lap in the car, he declared, "Today is such a fun day!"

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I gave him a BIIGGG kiss.

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He's such a goodnatured, well-behaved little boy. No complaints, and never demanded for anything. BUT... he is such a little scardy-cat. So terrified of EVERYTHING. He didnt want to take the swing and he was terrified of every little bouncy ride. The only thing he wanted to play on was the teeny little slide and the stationary little red fire engine.

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Jem and I looked at the little girls tinier than Josh, running and screaming and playing rough and tumble.

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We looked at each other and laughed.

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Somehow, I know my kids will be so different from Josh. They will be running circles around me, screaming, fighting and falling all over the place.

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And I will be that tired mother sitting on the park bench, too tired to care. ;p

Boy's Day aka Joshua's Day!


Having fun @ Pasir Ris Park

Feeding Fishies @ The Kids Kampung

Look wat Uncle Jem got us both! Spongebob balloons!

"Ah Yee? Later we exchange balloons?"

"No darling. This is MINE."

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I LOVE Spongebob. This is better than a bouquet of flowers. :)

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We only took Josh out for three hours. And we were totally tuckered out.

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Kudos to all the Moms and Pops out there.

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:)

The Brat Pack

I couldnt sleep when I got back from Shanghai last night.

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I was thinking about the antics of the children I met. It left me heart pounding and foaming at the mouth at 3am this morning.

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They were such BRATS. And the worst bit is that the parents allow, and INDULGE, in their children's behaviour.

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I wish I could elaborate, but I can't... not here at least. ;p

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I couldn't decide who to spank. The children, or their parents.

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And I HATE to say this, but most of this abhorrent behaviour comes from my fellow countrymen and women.

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How come children these days are so different from when we were children?

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I don't remember ever being so bratty.

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Or that any of my peers were so "smart mouth".

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We were always respectful, or even fearful, of adults.

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I know its kinda freaky when I ask my friends or talk about how I am going to bring my children up... (Hey, I cant help it if I have strong maternal instincts.. hehe ;p)

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Hell... Im sure I will be guilty of showering him with all my love and spoiling him to death, but I SWEAR - He will never grow up to be a rude, obnoxious little BRAT.

Frequent Flyer Points...

I just returned from Auckland...

Now lets see... I've been to Auckland at least *countcount* TEN times in the past year.

Maybe the hotel staff have noticed my name popping up so often, they decided to give me a giant suite to welcome me back. (aiyah.. it was obviously a mistake.)

You should have seen my expression when I first opened my room door and saw the sitting area.

I thought I got the wrong room.

I closed my gaping mouth, stepped back out, checked my key card, checked my envelope, checked my door number... correct leh.

WOO HOO!

I had a little kitchen with a microwave oven.
I had a full seating area.
I had a walk in wardrobe.
I had so much space.

It felt wierd. And honestly... after the novelty of having such a huge room wore off, it started to feel too huge... and pretty lonely.

So much space. And no one to share it with. :/


The distance from my bed to the TV... abit far rite???! *squint*

On a different note... Look what I found! Mini kids bottles of H2Go! So Cute! And i love the blue colour of the cap. One for me. One for Angie. One for Ron. :)



Tee Hee.

Italiano Milano

I, Geraldine Lee, survived Milan without buying a single luxury item!

Oh the struggle!

How I shivered and trembled as I eyed the Prada bags.

The gnashing of teeth and biting of nails as I watched my colleague pose in front of the mirror, Prada bag on arm.

But I got through it…

Me Good Girl you know? *flash not-so-innocent grin*

Milan is a haven for luxury items. But its not pretty or scenic like Rome.

I had to fulfill my insatiable need to go sightseeing, so I gathered a bunch and planned a trip to Venice! *whee*

I honestly think if I wasn’t persistent, bugged everyone and bothered to be the one doing all the planning, no one would have attempted to go. The weather was partly to blame. It was freezing and constantly raining. Only crazy “siao on” me would still insist on going. But luck was our side. The weather suddenly made a turn for the better that very morning as we headed out. It was actually so darn HOT!

The sad bit was, we didn’t have all that much time. Walked straight to Saint Mark’s Square. On our way we spied the little canals, the colourful buildings, the bridges.. both the quaint little ones and the large majestic ones, just made the whole Venetian experience worth our while!

First Stop - Milan

The facade of the Duomo. A shame there was reconstruction going on.. but it still looked grand :)

The sunlight streaming through the stained glass and the roof was so breathtaking...



Even their shopping areas look so nice! Love the glass dome roof :)


*Gasp* Its Prada! *sobhicwail*
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Statue of Man on Horse - The Ultimate Pigeon Poop Magnet ;)
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And Off to Venice!

Trying to to look perky on the Metro at 6am in the morning.


And nothing like a good cup of Cappuccino to wake me up!
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Travelling on the Eurostar - We do it in style ;)


Gondolas! And no, I didnt get to ride in one. So yes, I have to go back to Venice and do it. ;p

Geri - The Gelato Monster. *lick*

I know its a mannequin, but I kept wondering if it might suddenly just turn around and go, "Boo." Crweepy.

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From the busy streets of Venice...

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To the quaint little canals and bridges. Siiggh.

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Masquerade! Haha.. I look like a goon. ;p

The candy cane striped barber pole - How typically Venetian!

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The pics speak for themselves. I swear Im ruining the scenery.

The Ponte di Rialto. One of the grand-er bridges in Venice. Pretty empty one minute...

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And so crowded the next!


Lunch time! Pizza On the Go!

Gondolas Gondolas Everywhere...

Piazza San Marco - St. Mark's Basicilica and the Bell Tower

Feeding Pigeons! It was a pretty strange feeling... but cool. Alittle like being attacked in Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds. hehehe...


Totally scratched up by those grubby little claws!

The facade of the Basilica. Fantastic artwork.

View from the top! St. Mark's Square from the top of the Basilica.

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St. Mark's Horses. Made entirely in Copper. Stolen by Napolean in 1797. Returned to Veniece in 1815. Cool...

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Artwork all gilded in gold...

*ringring* God? Are you there.. God?

All tuckered out!

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My last pic.. See if u can spy Alex (my GS) posing behind me on the bridge. hehehe..

And now what did people say about Italian men? Handsome? Great lovers? I wouldn’t know.. But unlucky me had to.. just HAD to catch one FAT, middle aged Italian man’s eye.

Now think of the following conversation with an Italian accent…

“Geraldine! Bella!” He exclaimed loudly in the cabin. He had obviously spied my name tag. I blinked at him in surprise.

“Geraldine is a European name.. you know?” He now whispered to me in what he thought was a sexy drawl.

“Is that so?” I replied, and smiled in amusement.

“You are so beautiful.. I cannot look at you. I must go to sleep.” Now at this point I started scanning his table and was looking for any alcoholic drinks. Spying a double scotch on the rocks, I got up and said, “Yes, you had better.”

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I fled.

Now every time I walked by, for the next 10 hours, he would call out, “Geraldine! Bella! Call me ok? Call me! (He had given me his number) Don’t break my heart…please…” I swear. If I could, I would have broken his neck. Not his heart.

He embarrassed me completely.

One Word - YUCK.