Yo in my space, bro!

Yesterday, on Hodgepodge, when I was ranting about intrusions on personal space, I was thinking about this…

We went to the mall two days in a row last week. Entirely too much for me. It wouldn’t be if not for the people who have made the mall more and more of a turnoff for me. I mean, let’s face it, I’m a shopaholic. Shopping is my thing.

I’m known to shop from opening time right through to closing time. When I’m shopping, I waste no time, I’m on a mission, and I’m lovin’ every minute of it. Go, go, go! But things are different now. Not that I’ve lost my zest for shopping, not at all, but that I hate having my personal space invaded even more.

Case in point, I was browsing some skincare items while my pretties were trying on some nail polish. Along comes a store assistant to ask if he can help, and usually when I smile and mumble “just browsing”, I actually mean, LEAVE ME ALONE!! But no! He sticks to me like stale peanut butter, introducing stuff, explaining discounts, suggesting items that don’t interest me.

I have nothing against pretty boys and that eyeliner looks great on you, by the way, I just don’t like people standing too close to me, no hard feelings!! The fact that I’m merely nodding and sound like I’m choking, not making eye contact (there is no room for me to turn my head) and inching noticeably in the opposite direction should be a big HUGE hint that you’re in MY space, dude. But some people just don’t get it!

Yup, people who have no concept of personal space annoy the heck out of me. Stop standing so close to me, you’re breathing into my hair, spitting on my food, rubbing against my arm. Ew, ew and ew! Oh, and one more thing, if the elevator beeps, it means it’s full, no point squeezing in and standing on my toes! There, I’ve said it. Do I make myself clear? 🙄

You know, sometimes I wonder what I’m doing here. I should be packing up my stuff and moving to an island in the middle of nowhere.

Flurry in a no-fly zone

As I’m writing this post, Steev and Raine are in the bathroom battling a fly that had somehow gotten in. I’m hearing animated shouts of “Okay, okay, I see it! It’s here! Oh no, it’s gone. Can you see it? No, can you? Oh, oh, there, there it is! Shhh, wait, where’d it go? Here , see it? No, where? Okay, don’t move, I think it can sense you!”

Hilarious if you’re not the one in there. Frustrating if you are.

This is the second fly episode we’ve had this week. The weather is hot, no doubt but the windows in the apartment are all screened so we really have no idea how errant flies get in.

Knowing us and how much we hate flies (and insects, in general), there’s just no way we can have a fly in the house and not do anything about it. We don’t own any fly swats or zappers but Steev has insect stickers here and there to trap the pesky creatures. Still! We don’t usually set out to kill any of these insects but on occasion, the inevitable does happen.

In fact, in Fly Episode No. 1, we successfully got not 1, but 2 flies to leave gracefully via the window after a whole lot of waving, shooing and dancing around the living room on our part.

In Fly Episode No. 2, however, because the fly was trapped in the confines of the bathroom, there’s limited space to wave and jump around. It was unfortunate the fly got smacked in the process. But at least, we can all rest easy tonight knowing we won’t be sharing the bathroom with an uninvited guest.

An uphill climb

An uphill climb

It’s an uphill climb. Literally. If you could see me, you’d agree I’m far from being the outdoorsy type. If I didn’t hate the sun so much and mosquitoes didn’t love me so much, I might be persuaded to hit the outdoors more than once a decade. But with this love-hate relationship, it’s best I stay indoors.

Okay, so this may not even be about me and the great outdoors. I just don’t like walking as an exercise, period. You will rarely ever see me on the treadmill at the gym. Anything more than 5 minutes and I’m biting my nails and climbing the walls. Yaa-aa-wn! I know, those of you who hog the treadmill for hours are shaking your heads.

So my friend is this ardent walker who treks up the hill every weekend. Said hill is like the holy grail to city folks around here who religiously make the pilgrimage every chance they get. It’s a punishing 5K of steeps and dips, not for the faint of heart. For my dear friend, it’s a way to sweat away the guilt of big meals and carefree eating. I see it as an unnecessary torture.

hill (image credit: walking.about.com)

The first time I trekked this hill was more than a decade ago when Steev was just a little kid. I barely made it that time. At the steepest incline, I was huffing and puffing, the earth was spinning and birds were chirping in rings over the top of my head. Steev, my little trooper, hurried to push me from behind to stop me rolling unceremoniously back down the hill like a sack of potatoes. I laugh about it now but that’s how unfit I was. Needless to say, I’ve not gone back since.

Fast forward to this weekend. I finally relented, if nothing else, to see if I can make it uphill without Steev, or the anticipated 6 teams of horses. The track is exactly as I remember it. Still swarming with pilgrims. Still as unforgiving as ever. Only this time, I made it to the top without bringing down the 3 little pigs’ house. That’s got to be good, right? 😉

Still it doesn’t change my mind about walking. Not only do I find walking incredibly boring, it’s a totally ineffective exercise as far as I’m concerned. In other words, an absolute waste of a perfectly good Sunday evening. So is walking your thing or do you agree with me? You can be honest here. Either way, I will still love you 😉 .

Overheard at Subway

Overheard at Subway

Lady with 2 young kids: Can I have the chicken, tomato, oh and… the Mexican please?

Wow, really?


Breaking up is hard to do

So I get this text message from some guy saying he’s sending me a package.

This is major.

It comes with a picture too that I’m supposed to click to find out what it is.

Just as I was wondering recently if loving spicy food would make me a hot mama, it seems someone is indeed smitten with me and has a cute little surprise for me in the mail. Those last few fresh chillies I had for lunch must’ve done the trick.

I’m curious, of course, seeing that this text message is coming from a number I do not recognize and I’m almost tempted to click on the picture. But no!

So he gets really impatient and starts calling me… and calling me. And I’m not picking up. I know it’s him. I recognize his number from the text message.

Such a shame I don’t pick up calls from random numbers. Or click on random links.

My phone keeps ringing off the hook all through lunch. Can’t a girl have a bite to eat without her phone burning up??

Okay, this is driving me nuts.

I have to take his call.

“Hello, Caroline,” he starts in a dreamy voice. And when I say nothing beyond my initial hello, he continues, “Caroline?”

Oh my gosh, his voice alone is enough to melt a woman’s heart. Even a mom with 3 teens, bwahaha!


“Caroline, is that you?”

“I’m sorry but I don’t love you any more,” I say tearfully. “Please stop sending me stuff and don’t call me. I’m not in love with you any more!!”

The stunned silence on the other end of the line is earth-shattering.

At this point, Hip2bDaughters burst out laughing out loud right there in the middle of the mall.

“Mom!!??? OMG, the poor guy, you’ve scarred him for life! We don’t even know who he is!!”

“Probably some company checking up on a customer delivery. 😛 But someone had to put him out of his misery, right?!”

Okay, so sometimes my sense of humor does go into overdrive.

Turning up the heat

Turning up the heat

I like my food spicy. Make that, the spicier the better. I grew up with spicy food and have progressed from heat to heat since. Apparently that’s rubbed off on my brood 😆 .

Not a meal goes by when we don’t have a fiery kick here, a flame shooter there and a fire extinguisher on standby. Because my cooking tends to be super low-sodium, which makes it kinda bland, the heat helps fire things up a notch and makes the meal much more interesting and palatable.

Chilli sauce for fish and fries. Trust me, it’s not as spicy as it looks. They always seem to serve us 2 little bowls for 4 or 5 of us and we keep them busy running up and down with refills.

Peri-peri sauce is our favorite by far. They come in 4 flavors – garlic, mild, hot and extra hot. Pick the extra hot if you dare. It’s a killer, trust me on this one! Here’s a quick tip: If your mouth’s on fire, grab a warm/hot drink rather than a cold one. It’s proven you need fire to fight fire!!

Fresh birds’ eye chillies in soy sauce, a perennial favorite. At most restaurants, we have to specially request this. They’re usually not the most generous so we keep badgering them for refills. This picture is one of the few instances when the server read our minds and brought 2 heaping platefuls. The guy is brilliant, he deserves a promotion 😉 .

In short, I can’t imagine a world without chilly and spice. Does this qualify me to be a ‘hot’ mama? Just wonderin’ *shrug* .

The mane

The mane

So my hair was beginning to resemble a lion’s mane. Which would’ve been totally fine if I were a lion. Of course, some might argue that I can be quite the lion mom but that’s totally untrue 😛 .

Thing is I’ve been procrastinating on taming my unruly mane for 3 whole months and I was beginning to feel that pretty soon it’ll be spring and birds might see it fit to nest and sing from the top of my head.

So I had to kick some butt and get going. Finally, I’ve got some structure back on my mane and that can’t be bad, right? My hair’s a lot shorter and my head feels a lot lighter. It’s quicker to wash and air-dry after my workouts.

I think I like it 😀 .

It’s kinda different than the style I had before. If you know me, you know I like something adventurous, something stylish but not in style. That’s just how I roll, baby!

Say, do you like experimenting with different hairstyles like I do, or do you tend to stick with the same cut?

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