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Petition to make Scroobal a moderator
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OMG.... He looks like a frigging fortune teller with that ridiculous head scarf and have you ever seen anyone dress like that for his wedding. Nothing more than a peasant.
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I have foreseen it. His compassion for you will be his undoing. He will come to you and then you will bring him before me.
erection2015
Alfrescian (InfP) + C
bro thats just me cooking up a storm ...sandstorm 
i await action, so far i'm only seeing this
Tell me something i don't know Captain Obvious, i switched back to jiak kentang in this folder instead of makan ubi in the other for this. Have?
bro thats just me cooking up a storm ...sandstorm
Your mixed soup is one hell of a culinary sight! hahaha
erection2015
Alfrescian (InfP) + C
i failed cookery classes when i was in Katong Convent....but i can cook stories real well.
Here's an interesting article. Apparently, Sumiko Tan sleeps separately from her husband - Quek Suan Shiau who is alleged to be scroobal.
http://www.sgwayoflife.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=3&t=6548
Blowing hot and cold - Sumiko Tan
Postby trinity on Sun 12 Sep, 2010 6:23 pm
Blowing hot and cold
He needs the air-con, I cannot sleep in a room with one. Could separate bedrooms be key to a good marriage?
By Sumiko Tan
We’ve tried everything. Nothing has worked.
And so, seven weeks into my newly married life with H, we have come to a conclusion: separate bedrooms.
He has tried his best to give in and, to a lesser extent, so have I. Then we both gave up. We couldn’t reach a compromise.
I entered marriage with some trepidation but an air-conditioner problem wasn’t something I – we – had foreseen.
I detest the air-con and in all my 46 years of single life, have not spent a night with it switched on if I had a choice.
When on holiday, I switch off the air-con in hotel rooms. At work, I have to tolerate it but I cover myself in scarves.
Sleeping in an air-conditioned room gives me a headache and leaves my throat and skin dry.
I love the natural air, even if it is humid and heavy. I can sleep in the stuffiest of rooms.
I love lying in bed with the window blinds wide open, feeling the breeze when it does waft in. I love being awakened in the middle of the night by lightning and thunder and the patter of rain. I love waking up to the chirp of birds outside.
You don’t get all this when you sleep in an air-conditioned room.
He, on the other hand, needs a room with plenty of ventilation and with the air chilled to 20 deg C.
When I’d visited him in Wales in March before we decided to get married, the issue of room temperature did not arise. It was cold and we both needed the heater.
He was aware I didn’t like the air-con, but what he hadn’t realised until he came to Singapore was that not only am I antiaircon, I am also anti-fan. Sleeping under a fan gives me body aches.
The day he arrived, I tried to be understanding and switched on the air-con in our bedroom.
When it came time to sleep, though, I switched it off.
No air-con, okay, I said. I don’t like it.
He gallantly agreed. Then asked: But we’re going to use a fan, aren’t we?
Nope, I said, smiling brightly. Natural air is best.
For the first two weeks, he slept without an air-con or fan.
I noticed that he kept tossing in bed but put it down to jetlag. He also kept going to the bathroom. What were you doing, I said. Taking a cold shower, he mumbled. What a funny man, I thought.
It was even funnier when I woke up one night to see him fanning himself with the edge of the blanket. Weird guy.
By the third week, he couldn’t take it anymore. Please, he begged, put the air-con on. I’ve not been able to sleep at all.
Marriage is about compromise I suppose, so we slept with the air-con.
I woke up with a headache and in a bad mood.
Okay, he said, looking at my face, no air-con but let’s try a fan.
We got one of those fancy Dyson fans without blades. Problem is, when you have it on at full blast, it produces a loud whine.
He slept well but I woke up feeling sore. No more fan in the room please, I said.
We came to another compromise. We kept the bedroom door open and placed the fan in the hallway, blowing in at us. But the air in our room hardly stirred. The noise drove me nuts too.
We bought a humidifier. We reckoned that the moisture it emits might cool the air. Silly us. A humidifier works only with the air-con. When we woke up, the bedroom floor was flooded.
We then tried an air purifier which has a cool-air exhaust. But it wasn’t enough to make a difference to the stuffiness of the room, and was noisy to boot.
H’s life was made more miserable by mosquitoes. They love him. An air-con or fan would have driven them away, but because we had neither, they made a meal of his legs every night.
To beat the mosquito problem, we bought a sonic device which emits a sound that supposedly deters them. Didn’t work.
We placed citronella patches and bottles of citronella gel around the bed, but I complained that it was like sleeping in a room full of mothballs.
I finally took out the mosquito net, and that was when he called it quits.
I suppose it must be torture for some people (not me) to sleep in a room with no air-con, no fan and under a claustrophobic, white mosquito net.
I woke up one night to see him sitting at the edge of the bed.
What’s wrong, I asked.
I’ve a really bad pain in my chest, he said. It’s just too hot. I’m going to sleep in the other bedroom.
He went over, switched on the air-con there, and slept for 10 straight hours that night.
And so we have reached a decision.
On nights when it rains, is cool or windy, we will sleep together in our room. On nights when it’s too warm for him, he goes to the other room.
It’s a pity, really, because we don’t have any other sleep-related issues.
I had readily allowed him to take what was originally my side of the bed. We require about the same amount of sleep. We’re both sleepy by 11. He doesn’t snore (he says I do, a little, but he doesn’t mind).
We also agree on a myriad other things such as firmness of mattress, type of bedsheet, number of pillows, type of alarm clock and degree of light allowed in. He even doesn’t mind my dog jumping onto the bed to sleep with us.
But what else can we do?
There are advantages to sleeping apart.
We no longer waste time and energy arguing about room temperature or finding a solution to our problem.
We are both getting a good night’s rest, which means we wake up feeling happy and ready to face each other and the world.
When you sleep alone, you can do things like send e-mail late into the night or wake up early to run, without disturbing the other person.
You also retain the sense of space and freedom you had as a single. In fact, the first night I slept alone, I felt such a thrill at the wide expanse of bed around me. I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed that.
Being away from each other means we miss each other more, and that’s nice.
We cuddle and do bedroom stuff before going our separate ways at night, or meet up in the early morning, and it’s fun when you have two venues to choose from – shall we meet in your room or mine? And, of course, when we do share a bed on cool nights, it’s special.
Still, I know it is not the done thing.
There is a social stigma to sleeping apart. In many cases, it is a sign of marital discord. A friend is convinced it will drive a wedge between us in the long run.
It’s true that one of the nicest things about being married is how you now have the comforting presence of another body in your bed.
The touch of a toe, the brush of an arm, the occasional snort and spontaneous nocturnal cuddling all add to intimacy between a couple, don’t they?
And so, I’ve also told him that sleeping apart is still an experiment, okay?
While we are both relishing the relief of finally getting a good night’s sleep, I am not completely convinced that this is the way I want my marriage to be.
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http://www.sgwayoflife.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=3&t=6548
Blowing hot and cold - Sumiko Tan
Postby trinity on Sun 12 Sep, 2010 6:23 pm
Blowing hot and cold
He needs the air-con, I cannot sleep in a room with one. Could separate bedrooms be key to a good marriage?
By Sumiko Tan
We’ve tried everything. Nothing has worked.
And so, seven weeks into my newly married life with H, we have come to a conclusion: separate bedrooms.
He has tried his best to give in and, to a lesser extent, so have I. Then we both gave up. We couldn’t reach a compromise.
I entered marriage with some trepidation but an air-conditioner problem wasn’t something I – we – had foreseen.
I detest the air-con and in all my 46 years of single life, have not spent a night with it switched on if I had a choice.
When on holiday, I switch off the air-con in hotel rooms. At work, I have to tolerate it but I cover myself in scarves.
Sleeping in an air-conditioned room gives me a headache and leaves my throat and skin dry.
I love the natural air, even if it is humid and heavy. I can sleep in the stuffiest of rooms.
I love lying in bed with the window blinds wide open, feeling the breeze when it does waft in. I love being awakened in the middle of the night by lightning and thunder and the patter of rain. I love waking up to the chirp of birds outside.
You don’t get all this when you sleep in an air-conditioned room.
He, on the other hand, needs a room with plenty of ventilation and with the air chilled to 20 deg C.
When I’d visited him in Wales in March before we decided to get married, the issue of room temperature did not arise. It was cold and we both needed the heater.
He was aware I didn’t like the air-con, but what he hadn’t realised until he came to Singapore was that not only am I antiaircon, I am also anti-fan. Sleeping under a fan gives me body aches.
The day he arrived, I tried to be understanding and switched on the air-con in our bedroom.
When it came time to sleep, though, I switched it off.
No air-con, okay, I said. I don’t like it.
He gallantly agreed. Then asked: But we’re going to use a fan, aren’t we?
Nope, I said, smiling brightly. Natural air is best.
For the first two weeks, he slept without an air-con or fan.
I noticed that he kept tossing in bed but put it down to jetlag. He also kept going to the bathroom. What were you doing, I said. Taking a cold shower, he mumbled. What a funny man, I thought.
It was even funnier when I woke up one night to see him fanning himself with the edge of the blanket. Weird guy.
By the third week, he couldn’t take it anymore. Please, he begged, put the air-con on. I’ve not been able to sleep at all.
Marriage is about compromise I suppose, so we slept with the air-con.
I woke up with a headache and in a bad mood.
Okay, he said, looking at my face, no air-con but let’s try a fan.
We got one of those fancy Dyson fans without blades. Problem is, when you have it on at full blast, it produces a loud whine.
He slept well but I woke up feeling sore. No more fan in the room please, I said.
We came to another compromise. We kept the bedroom door open and placed the fan in the hallway, blowing in at us. But the air in our room hardly stirred. The noise drove me nuts too.
We bought a humidifier. We reckoned that the moisture it emits might cool the air. Silly us. A humidifier works only with the air-con. When we woke up, the bedroom floor was flooded.
We then tried an air purifier which has a cool-air exhaust. But it wasn’t enough to make a difference to the stuffiness of the room, and was noisy to boot.
H’s life was made more miserable by mosquitoes. They love him. An air-con or fan would have driven them away, but because we had neither, they made a meal of his legs every night.
To beat the mosquito problem, we bought a sonic device which emits a sound that supposedly deters them. Didn’t work.
We placed citronella patches and bottles of citronella gel around the bed, but I complained that it was like sleeping in a room full of mothballs.
I finally took out the mosquito net, and that was when he called it quits.
I suppose it must be torture for some people (not me) to sleep in a room with no air-con, no fan and under a claustrophobic, white mosquito net.
I woke up one night to see him sitting at the edge of the bed.
What’s wrong, I asked.
I’ve a really bad pain in my chest, he said. It’s just too hot. I’m going to sleep in the other bedroom.
He went over, switched on the air-con there, and slept for 10 straight hours that night.
And so we have reached a decision.
On nights when it rains, is cool or windy, we will sleep together in our room. On nights when it’s too warm for him, he goes to the other room.
It’s a pity, really, because we don’t have any other sleep-related issues.
I had readily allowed him to take what was originally my side of the bed. We require about the same amount of sleep. We’re both sleepy by 11. He doesn’t snore (he says I do, a little, but he doesn’t mind).
We also agree on a myriad other things such as firmness of mattress, type of bedsheet, number of pillows, type of alarm clock and degree of light allowed in. He even doesn’t mind my dog jumping onto the bed to sleep with us.
But what else can we do?
There are advantages to sleeping apart.
We no longer waste time and energy arguing about room temperature or finding a solution to our problem.
We are both getting a good night’s rest, which means we wake up feeling happy and ready to face each other and the world.
When you sleep alone, you can do things like send e-mail late into the night or wake up early to run, without disturbing the other person.
You also retain the sense of space and freedom you had as a single. In fact, the first night I slept alone, I felt such a thrill at the wide expanse of bed around me. I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed that.
Being away from each other means we miss each other more, and that’s nice.
We cuddle and do bedroom stuff before going our separate ways at night, or meet up in the early morning, and it’s fun when you have two venues to choose from – shall we meet in your room or mine? And, of course, when we do share a bed on cool nights, it’s special.
Still, I know it is not the done thing.
There is a social stigma to sleeping apart. In many cases, it is a sign of marital discord. A friend is convinced it will drive a wedge between us in the long run.
It’s true that one of the nicest things about being married is how you now have the comforting presence of another body in your bed.
The touch of a toe, the brush of an arm, the occasional snort and spontaneous nocturnal cuddling all add to intimacy between a couple, don’t they?
And so, I’ve also told him that sleeping apart is still an experiment, okay?
While we are both relishing the relief of finally getting a good night’s sleep, I am not completely convinced that this is the way I want my marriage to be.
[email protected]
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trinity
Posts: 1020
Joined: Tue 31 Jan, 2006 8:55 pm
I'm sorry I don't know what you mean. Is this message for me?
I think we are bored of you baiting / trolling us. We did have some fun regardless of whether scroobal is really Quek Suan Shiau though.
yes, i was happily 讲华语 and cakap melayu somewhere else here until i was drawn back by this
I don't think sleeping apart was anything to do with air con. I guarantee that he would be writing probably on this forum during the night and into the early hours. As Sumiko Tans says "When you sleep alone, you can do things like send e-mail late into the night or wake up early to run, without disturbing the other person."
hi there
1. hahaha!
2. you could easily be that same frigging fortune teller with the head-dress thing in disguise as some gal here.
erection2015
Alfrescian (InfP) + C
The sex wasnt that good, its that simple...
HaHaHa yes I could be but I'm not.
hahaha......ms ching, welcum to the kuku club.
scroo is my idol, nobody carries him like i do......so i say you are dead wrong about his id.
it is also most uncalled for....for u to pull someone into the picture and pronounce him as scroo.
for those really interested in scroo's id, here is a clue......he used to work from istana and is known as prataman....
if you are not as kuku as kukubird, i am sure u can figure out who he is.
scroo is my idol, nobody carries him like i do......so i say you are dead wrong about his id.
it is also most uncalled for....for u to pull someone into the picture and pronounce him as scroo.
for those really interested in scroo's id, here is a clue......he used to work from istana and is known as prataman....
if you are not as kuku as kukubird, i am sure u can figure out who he is.
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