Nature Inspired Tags

Here's a few samples I made! Nature-inspired!
All motifs and wordings are stamped. The tags are approx. 3.5" x 2". I used a regular tealight as a gauge. My intention is that the tags fit into the glass tealight holder and just sits in there, it is a simple and beautiful presentation.
The tags can be tied with jute rope, the natural rough fibrous rope that gives the rustic nature look, or the green organza ribbon tied into a bow ( very elegant!), or the dark green slim satin ribbon. Any combo will do. Have fun!

I hope these are what you had in mind :) Let me know if you feel something is 'missing' or not right at all. No worries!

Omigod

Quote of the day: It's ok to forget.

PC pinches his pimple in the mirror. Daniel peers intently. Blood oozes. Daniel gasps in horror and mutters his first...

OMIGOD!

It's the drama-bitchy-horror-sampat OMIGOD.

In a little child's baby voice.

Priceless.

***
I don't know how and why, but things happen all at once for me. Phonecalls, emails, events. For a stretch, there's be zero activity. Then boom, SEVERAL things will come at once. I HATE that. And the lethal combo is with PMS.

Who dat?

Quote of the day: Everything shocks me. I'm a scientist.

I bumped into a dude's car, and now he wants to be friends. I SOOOOO feel like Khairy! Just that I'm not a scheming master of deception on a wooing frenzy for political reason. And he doesn't look like Daniel Henney. Anyone watched his korean romantic comedy Seducing Mr. Perfect? *tongue rolls out 10 meters long*



There was love in the exhaust fume-polluted air at the Spore customs yesterday. Now, every cars get checked even outgoing. You get down, lift your blouse.. I mean booth, the officer looks for 2 seconds, and then it's done. Sometimes they implement this little system where they pass you a small sheet of paper, written on it, the number of passengers in the car, which you are suppose to give it to the immigration officer when you get your passports checked. The number must tally you see.

Yesterday I was given that sheet of paper, folded into a heart origami. On it written '1'. I laughed ( I perasan also) while looking at his creation. He said ," Pass to officer". I got back into my car, waited in the queue as usual, until it's my turn. The officer was a lady. I passed the origami heart to her. She gave the apa-ni look, then giggled.

Wah seh, use people to pass lovenotes... They must've been feeling sexy in their uniforms.

Karma?

Right after the day I taught some inconsiderate drivers a lesson on his blinding xenon head lights, I kissed someone's ass during a jam at the customs. LIGHT one. Microscopic scratch on a black Mitsubishi.

For men, scratches of any microscopic size are usually seen in double digit inches. It's the same for women when we see a microscopic scar/spot on our face.

I apologized genuinely and gave my numbers. I hope it's polishable.

Any accidents are scary to an extent.

But I was rewarded at the end of the day with something that tickled me.

Nowadays, our bedtimes are chilling out on the bed and reading storybooks. But no storybooks last night. I narrated the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears instead while he lay beside me. He is no stranger to that story, in fact he is so familiar with the sequence that he created something different last night.

I got to the part when the three bears came home and Baby Bear is angry and sad that someone finished his bowl of porridge.

He interrupted, and very enthusiastically...

"Baby Bear angry? Baby Bear ...scold Mummy Bear... ah, Mummy Bear ah.. scold Papa Bear... then ah ah... PAPA BEAR GO OUT WORKING!"

I didn't see that coming AT ALL.

Ahh, I love bedtimes with my koochie koo.

King of JunkFood, Ruler of the Refrigerator.

Blind izit?

Yesterday, while I was driving home in JB, a Honda Civic, old version, had this blinding xenon lights behind me.

Why are some people living in their own DARK world.

Anyways, I let him overtake me. Then I went behind him and switched on my high-lights and tailed him. I even kept at a distance where the lights would be extra blinding.. buahahahaha. That oughta teach him something. CHANGE YOUR BLOODY F@#%ING STADIUM LIGHTS!

I'm into civic and social sensibility education. And tit for a tat.

And I find back the peace when I sit at my craft station and start getting dirty with my hands.
*bliss*

Ma'am

"Why is everything so.... difficult?"
Prince Edward of Andalasia asked this, in the movie Enchanted. If you have not seen it, it's about characters in a typical Walt Disney's fairytale being transported into the real world, and experiencing REALITY. Not nice. No singing, no dancing, no true love, no happily ever afters. And everything in the real world is... difficult.

I am getting frustrated with the maid application process. Am engaging an agent to proceed from where I started off.

Once upon a time, I met my colleague's Filipino maid, and a great one too. She has a sister back in the Philippines who also needs a job, but was rejected by a Singapore agent due to her age. She is 44, and the cut-off age for maids to work is 45, and Sporeans generally prefer younger maids. So, one day, they casually asked me if I want her sister. You know human nature, we associate things right. Good maid, good sisters. So, a casual thought became a serious one.

And so I did some pretty extensive research on how to apply for a foreign domestic helper without going through agents. I obtained some forms from the Immigration Dept in JB, filled them up, bought stamps for bonding ( I didn't know that they are different from postage stamps!), 'matikan' the stamps at the Jabatan Hasil Dalam Negeri, submit all the documents and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Then a nice officer told me I actually have to come down to the Immigration office personally to 'speed things up'. And so I did.

And I finally obtained her employment visa for 12 months.

Now, I had to handle the Philippines law of employment. I had all the forms and documents. Signed by her and myself.
I called the Phil embassy to ask if I could send by post or do I need to go up to the embassy in Kl myself.

Filipino officer "Are you a Royalty?"

Me " No"

Filipino officer "Are you diplomat?"

Me " No"

Filipino officer "Are you Filipino expat?"

Me " No"

Filipino officer " Then sorry ma'am, you cannot apply on your own. You have to contact our office accredited agents"

What the F is that?

I'm stuck now. So I have to negotiate with an agent in KL to contact the whatever accredited agent in the Philippines.

Damn, it's all a conspiracy network thingy.

Sigh... my bank account is going to be dry.

Making a Living

Quote of the day: By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends.

I don't know why but....



I've been visiting the gas station more often now.

I am thankful though that I chose Honda City 3 years ago. I was pregnant and I wanted to drive an auto car to work. Driving to Singapore with my then-manual Wira became a bit stressful for my legs. The words from the Honda sales person that made me sign the deal was "Most efficient fuel consumption by far in the market"

If my cards can cover my petrol cost, I will quit my day job. For now, it can cover some of my lunches :)

A little raw brooch I made, the bigger one on the right. My first doodle embroidery! Just testing at first, then my colleague liked it so much, I made it into a brooch for her bag. Cute not cute not?

About Monday

Quote of the day: Nothing shocks me, I'm a scientist.

I am zenned by the traffic jam at the causeway. Since February, it has never changed for the better. I sacrifice 2.5 hours everyday of my life FOR my life in the best of both worlds, so I can't really complain. I now read during the jam, or draw, or hallucinate, or all of the above when it gets really long.

The hours I spend in my car has become my leisure time. My interlude. When I get home, I get going again. I have never really sat and lounge around anymore because all that wasteful lounging was already done. Stressed? I used to be. But I am making use of the queue time and turning it to be my leisure time. And since I am an OCD when it comes to my favourite songs, I play them over and over again, and pretend I'm singing it in a concert. I love seeing the reactions of the drivers beside me.

Next, I might start watching korean drama series. One episode per jam/day. Fantastic!

Just a Phase

Thought of the day: Why don't they just accuse Anwar of breathing.

Trying very hard to get rid of that formidable pebble in the shoe hey.

The hubbie and I are talking about 'rebooting' our finances.

Delete our big files and applications, replace with smaller ones, clean up caches, shut down and restart with more disk space and speed.

When the gahmen told us to change our lifestyles, I think they really mean it.