Super post

I don’t know how to put this more simply… I’ve been encountering a few ‘super’s these days.

My dad birthday wasn’t too long ago, and my sis childishly suggested to get dad a Superman costume as a gift. I foolishly said ok, and went on to threadless.com to hunt some cool Superman prints. But to my disappointment, there weren’t any. B4 I could start looking into e-bay, mom snapped me out of it and reminded me about getting dad a GPS instead. (hope he doesn’t read my blog cuz it’s not bought yet)

While I was in the bus one day, Ps Bobbie Houston’s podcast came on my iShuffle. The topic—Superwomen for God. Was an inspiring teaching about us as God’s Superwomen, we should expand our capacity by using every given opportunity. Good stuff.

The ruby fell out from my tiara. The tiara was from EeMay, Ecamp07. I’ve kept it since then to remind myself that I’m a princess and I’m beautiful =p so since the ruby is not in place, I decided to stick it back on. The best tool for it is Superglue. I did what I had to do, stuck the ruby thing back on, and left it there to dry. Not having much thought, I left it on my dictionary to dry. When I came back to it, I found that the extra Superglue flowed to the bottom part of the tiara onto my dictionary. My most bimbotic item was stuck to my most intellectual item! How iconic~ (well, Gloria came over one day and managed to pull them apart)

In the midst of changing jobs, I was also given the choice of changing Superannuation. Had to go back to my former employer, get an end-of-employment letter, send it to the super company I’m leaving, so they can transfer my funds. It was such a hassle, but I’m glad it’s solved now.

And just to add up to it, I’ve been quite annoyed with catalogues stuffed in my mailbox which usually get half eaten by slugs and snails. Catalogues from Super Cheap Autos and supermarkets.

How much more SUPER can this get?!

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Rain (not the Korean guy)

Experiencing rain in the windiest city in Australia (says Google) is rather unique. When it rains in Perth, especially when it’s windy, you can literally see the rain drop “fall” from the left to the right. Imagine water gushing diagonally, easily defeating the frail and temporary shelters by singing “no use now my umbrella, ella, ella, eh eh eh…”. You might as well just chuck the umbrella away and start dancing like Rain (now this would be the Korean guy).

The uneven ground makes the walk through the rain more challenging than merely just putting one foot in front of the other. It almost looks like a freak trying to step on each tile without touching the lines that separate them (loved doing that when I was a kid). And when u unfortunately but confidently step on an uneven brick/tile with a suspiciously hidden puddle of water under it, it’ll be hello to walking-with-squishy-wet-socks-and-flooded-shoes time. That's when you'd wish Phua Chu Kang's yellow boots were in fashion.


It’s not all that bad. Australia needs some rain. Somehow it just rains a lot at one go, and you won’t hear from rain for another few months. And you’ll see ads on TV asking everyone to save water—shower together.

Though it makes me emo sometimes, I do like the sound of rain. Though it jams up the roads most of the time, I’m grateful that the eco system is running its cycle. Though the unexpected rain ruins a well-planned outing, there’s still the alternative of singing~ singing in the rain~

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Eavesdropping (not the smelly type)

Little girl (so little that she still needs the baby chair at the restaurant): Mommy look! Grandpa has noodles on his head. HA-HA!

Grandma turns to little girl’s mom: where did she learn the HA-HA from?

Little girl’s mom: there’s this kid in the Simpsons that does that. Maybe it’s from there.

Grandma blinks and turns to grandpa to remove the noodles from his head.

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My 1st call to the police

Last Sunday night, when I was opening the door to my house, I heard Addielle’s voice from inside, “Jez, is that you?”

“ya?”

She quickly opened the door, frantically motioned for me to enter quickly, and Jade was standing next to her with an unusually pale face.

She then shut the door behind me, and asked “Are you alone?”

“No, Tim is outside. He went to check why the back door is opened.”

She opened the door, “eh Tim! Faster come in! faster!”

With her shivering voice, Jade explained that while she was in her room skyping, she heard a knock on her window. A black guy was standing outside motioning for her to open the door. She thought he was Addielle or my friend, so she continued to make hand signals to ask what he wants. They exchanged a little more hand signals, but she only could understand the “open the door for me” message. So Jade went over to Addielle’s room to ask if she’s expecting anyone.

Once Addielle said no, Jade’s knees went weak and she started to panic. Addielle went over to her room, saw no one was at the window, closed it, and went straight to the front door. That was when they heard someone entering and was relieved to see me instead of the black guy.

Now why would anyone walk into our backyard to tap on her window?! Why would he want her to open the front door?! How did he leave so fast considering Tim went to check once we arrived home?! What’s he trying to do at our backyard at that hour?!

I recalled hearing footsteps outside my window two nights ago at 1.30am, and when Tim went out to check (with my smallest pot in one hand), no one was there. That was an added fear for us girls.

After concluding that it might have been an attempted break in, all 4 of us took out our phones and started calling all the guys we know who lived nearby. In less than 10mins, 5 guys appeared at my place. William from Botswana (holding a rolling pin), and Offered from Zimbabwe macho-ly checked the backyard if the guy was still there or not. But it was just darkness with a bit of moonlight (and our laundry) filling the backyard.

Genesis said we should call the cops immediately. Well, I did. Only 20mins after the incident. I had to do the talking cuz Jade was still shivering. The police woman said there’s nothing she can do now but to get some cops to patrol the area in the coming nights. And I should make a report at a police station the next day, too.

So that night after Francis and Jon played with Jade’s BB gun, we 3 girls had minimal sleep, and the following day of ultimate paranoia.

Just as Jade and I were to leave the house to make the police report the next day (around 4pm), I saw a black hand knocking on the grill just when I opened my front door. I jumped back a little and all the defensive moves went flashing through my head. “aim and kick at balls, pinch armpits, poke eyes, jab adam’s apple…”

The black skinned guy stood in front of me smiling. All we had between us was the grill netting and my fear. “Hi, I came to apologise for what I did last night” I must say… his British accent was rather charming.

“I’m your neighbor from Unit 2. I forgot to bring my keys out last night and I thought I’d get my housemate to open the door for me. But I didn’t realize I was at the wrong house until I saw your (Jade’s) face. That’s why I ran off quickly. I’m so sorry… I had a bit too much to drink last night. I'm terribly sorry about that. I hope I didn’t cause much trouble”

Jade and I was speechless at first, then I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Did you know we actually had a hand signal conversation going on?” said Jade, who I think was a little mad but relieved to know we’re not victims of robbery or assault.

He shook his head, buried his face in his hands, crouched down near our front garden patch, and moaned about how embarrassed he was.

We didn’t make the police report, but we got an alarm system for our house just so we can now sleep in peace.

At least now we’ve got to know our unit 2 neighbour is from the UK (and kinda make friends with them), our house is armed, and we know which macho boys to call whenever we're in trouble.

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A series of unfortunate bus events

Well… it was actually just one unfortunate event which caused a whole lot of other disastrous events to happen. I left my house at 9am to catch the 9.06am bus to work which starts at 10am (yes it takes me that long to get there). Knowing that it’ll be an hour, I started my usual routine of reading a few chapters of my book (I’m surprised this is my 4^th book since mid feb!). Since the rain this morning, the traffic was quite heavy so I know it’ll take longer than usual. Once a while I’d scan the bus and look outside to rest my eyes from the pages. The air was rather crisp and clear. Somehow it flooded the inside of the bus with this awkward hum. Like everyone’s thoughts were louder than usual.

After one too many chapters, I took another eye rest, when I realized that I was not on the bus route. I was on another freeway, which has no bus lanes or stops. Realization number two—I was the only passenger on the bus. I kept my book and walked to the front to check if there was a bus driver on this speeding bus.

Bus driver: oh! I thought there weren’t any passengers on my bus anymore. I’m off my duty already.

My thoughts: You’ve gotta be kidding me =.=”

Bus driver: where are you headed to?

I explained the exact stop and mentioned I’m not familiar with the routes cuz I’m still new to Perth (I still use that excuse when I get lost =p). then both of us just looked at the only possible turning to the left that’ll take me to work, as the bus sped off on the right lane of the freeway.

Bus driver: it’s not my fault. I’ve signed off from my shift and I’m late for my dental appointment at ten.

Me: bbb…but…but… you could have checked properly before concluding that you can go get your teeth fixed! (ok I didn’t say that out loud, but I think he should have known better).

Bus driver: I think you should call work to let them know you’ll be late.

My thoughts: you reckon?!?!?!?

Soon he dropped me off at a major junction, somewhere between ‘I don’t know where’ road and ‘move aside or you’ll be run over by heavy vehicles’ street. I walked for about 200m to a bus stop and called Tim at work to shout mayday. Though he was tempted to just come and save me, I decided to brave it up and find my way to work, alive (it was already 9.50am).

After 15mins of freezing cold wait, a bus came and took me to Wellington Bus Station in the city. I ran to the info centre and explained my story to this attendant named Kit. He’s really professional and gave me all possible routes to get to work and said TransPerth overcharged me 54cents because I failed to tag off at the bus that was supposed to take me to work. Apparently I can call them to claim that back. (my call would cost 30cents so I think it’s ok to donate half a dollar to the public transport than to get back 24cents for my dignity).

I had to take 4 buses, transfer buses at 2 major bus ports to get to work in 2 hours and 15mins from home that day. There goes my one and a half hours of pay (and not forgetting the 54cents).

When I got into the last bus, I spoke to God to calm myself down. “Dear God, as I’ve learnt about forgiving others at Cell Group last night, I think I’ll graciously forgive the bus driver who’s at the dentist now. May he have a good teeth-fix. But can I please blog about this?”

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