whoop.

setting: rather crowded kinokuniya at takashimaya (trying saying this five times in rapid mode) target identified: bespectacled ten yr old boy dignosed: hyperactiveness. ability to run and hop instead of w-a-l-k

scenario: boy walking towards ck-frilly-top-and-heel yours truly. he did an impromtu hop-a-jump (that would have made only his mother proud) not before realising that he was like a mere four-inches away from me. he then clumsily landed, scrambled to my left.. hurriedly in pursuit of my-little-pony dreams..

question: why had the boy not walked past me FIRST, before deciding to emulate his probable-idol spiderman's mewest stunt. would not it have made sense to jump/hop after i have past him? he had only 3 seconds -i'm being kind here- to spare and would have knocked into me if i had not been qiving him THE look.

how odd.

off to lunch with nicole~

glow within.

a big wonderful thank-you to those who have made life a little less dreary by distracting me with snowstorms and blizzards, sharing fellow woeful tales of unsuccessful diets, cracking our minds together with managerial accounting, driving through dried leaves, sharing a huge plate of cafe cartel's st louis pork ribs, dishing out on good ol' dim sum, cared at least.

don't make it your lost.

all talk and some action.

i have finally gotten around to dealing with inner-me.
http://www.upliftprogram.com/article_tofends.html

delect-table.

given the absolute blandness of recent times, i am definately excited, euphoric, jumping-in-my-seat and oh-so-looking forward to ming's birthday dinner at baker's inn.

yes, wai and khoo: i hope you guys have not forgotten..

i would like to read people's emotive language.
*anger* *nonchalence* *joy* *jealousy*

this happened to me yesterday at haven which roughly confirmed my subtle dislike for one of my alma maters. a certain someone went up to the auntie who sells chicken rice and in a rich, heavy textured britsh accent said, :
" AUNNT-TEAH, do you have PRAWWNN MEHH?"
*wait, isn't the psuedo-ac accent hey-ho american and not queen's british? -should i actually applaud for for trying to be different?-
wtf. i did not know whether to laugh or cry in her face. i almost felt like giving her a crash course on how to behave PROPERLY and APPROPIATELY in front of DIFFERENT GROUPS of people... tsk.

well, actually, there has to be a deeper underlying reason as to why i am so affected over something as trifling as such.

i forgotten how to confide in people- in some of you, at least.
is this what it feels like to shut off from the rest of the world?
can anyone survive in their cocoon of a haven?

for pete's sake, do not start to look at me like i am someone who deserves to be pitied.

"Perhaps my obsession with beauty is merely an intricate defense device. When your "standards" are so high that no one can get through, one can relax in the knowledge that the reasons for being alone are external rather than internal..."

maybe.

wishful.

v-a-c-a-t-i-o-n. now. please. anywhere. thank. you.

thinking.

drops of trinkets.

i have been trying to keep my temper in check. making sure that i do not sweat the small stuff or let istsy-minor things get the better of myself.

at least, i have been trying..

norm.

my parents are finally back! yeah, i did miss them. my mum even asked for a hug.. arh, *sweet ooo, my younger sister got me sooo much stuff.. white elephants for most like a pink plastic bag with a black poodle made out of velvety felt (like hell, i am ever gonna use it!) and get this WILL AND GRACE DVDSS.....yup, viva la americano-couch-potato-culture~

then we popped over to auntie jiaming's place for dinner aka foodfest 2005.. well, dinner was as usual good and humble by last year's standards, guess she finally realised that cooking a pot buddha leapjumped over the wall, choked full of abalone and shark's fin was a waste for kids, who only desired for more white noodle soup and bee hoon.. which believe me tastes a lot better than it sounds..

munchkins me.

having ate more than jimmy for dinner today, i feel bloated- like a huge giant corndog that caught my eye on discovery travel and adventure. and it does not help that i am suffering from constipation (i apologise for getting graphic here) i seem to have lost my incentive forgotten what it felt like WANT to lose weight.

it really sucks to sound like those who are so damnitly hung-up about their weight, people you abhor on sight.

right now, i am pretty much worried where all the freakin' food and calories are hidng if they ain't going out..

CALORIES.. OUT!

novel tea.

of late, something interesting cracked the mundaneness of life.

you know how you have family friends whom you only meet like twice a year if you guys are lucky? well, i happened to family-visit one of such acquaintances during chinese new year and met up with my 27yr-old family friend, (let;s call him UNO) and before dinner, I was also introduced to UNO'S very very obnoxious friend, BITEME.

BITEME is one who is malaysian-born but bred-and-educated in singapore (through the AC system, no less) and eventually packed his bags for LSE, before returning to kuala lumper to settle for good. throughout our conversation, he kept re-emphasizing how sheltered i was blah blah.. like how he cannot believe i have never rebelled aginst my parents, sneaked out of the house or gotten dead drunk before. then during dinner, he kept goverment-bashing singapore and our passive system, much to the intense displease of my elder sister and jimmy.

anyway fast-forward, what happen was UNO treated me to lunch on tuesday as a form of apology (hey, any excuse for a free good meal at sushi tei and baker's inn man!) and well, the food really did make up for the fact that UNO was trying to outwit and impress me all the time "nanotech is the in word..." hur hur...

and today, BITEME actually smsed me (no prizes from who he got my number from) *smirk

hmm, i think my life might be heading in a new direction where i actually get to interact with a different category of people.. this really ought to be interesting as really, what can be more intriguing than AC know know-it-alls in their late twenties who have only too much to say..

stay tuned.

any takers?

please please pleassssssssssse...

ode to yang.

psst, guess what i have been eating at home for the past few days?

minced pork dumplings, chong you bing and all sorts of flour-y business that my grandmother in infamous for.
ok, that really was not a fair statement. well, bascially due to the fact that it is jimmy who does ALL the eating since good ol' gran-rebel me hops in and out of home before she can say "are you huuungrrrry?"

NAI NAI, there is a reason why i do not eat at home and still am in this un-miss-universe-friendly size! sometimes, i really feel like god is playing a cruel joke on me. if he exists, of course *grin

allow me.

bad bad bad bad bad day.
^$@##@*&()*(*&%#$#)(*&)(*$#@
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ok, so what have i learnt today?
1. do not ever ever procrastinate otherwise you might end up cussing and swearing at just about everyone including your poor grandmother who feeds you like there is no tomorrow..
2. do get enough sleep as tiredness overlaps onto the next day.
3. over-worrying does not get you anywhere and worse still, causes you to flub in other areas.

it so ain't worth it!!!!!!!!!!

i do not remember what it feels like to lead a normal life. i cannot seem to recall what life had been before i got caught up with school or when i did not seem to mind mess or dirt. i went back to school on the third day of chinese new year, not for lessons, but just to revise my work. i even went back on sunday too. hitting the bedsheets only in wee hours of the night does not seem like a novelty anymore. i hardly spend time nor have my meals at home as i am always out by the time the midday sun and back only after my seven pm meetings. is this what university is all about? since when did it become an outlet for dogmatic feelings? i have forgotten what it feels like to have that warm-fuzzy- feeling actually. i have not felt peaceful for too long and my hearts tires from worrying too much. i am lost and i am not even half-way through this term.

chinky chinky.

chinese new year has been... alright. i have JUST demolished some almond cookies guiltlessly, mind you (ask me again two hours down the road) and i subconsciously feel that i am trying to eat enough tarts and cookies to make up for those not in singapore. yes, charl wai and yang, hand over your angbaos for my amore sessions please! haha..

well everybody has a top 'comment' of the year right? then again, there will forever be those "oh my, somebody's been eating very well huh..." emtpty talk. sigh, relatives. well mine this year was 'any boyfriend?' yet.. sure beats "why aren't you married?" and i cannot believe somebody actually had the nerve to ask me "so do you guys in smu really think that you are better than the rest of us?" well, luckily for that guy, there was a marvel of lobster salad that eventually shut me up.

feathers.

i feeeeeellllll so light-hearted.
i loveee my friends, with a vengence.

huffed and puffed.

IT'S ALL OVER!!!
don't quite think the group blew the professor away but SCREW IT. we are done~

ooo, have finished a tomyam puff.. have you guys tried it before? its way good.. normally i do not take tomyam in thai food but this is way delicious.

roger.

this probably sounds odd- (what's new?)
but i do like being huggable..

would i sound like an escapist if i said that the only reason why i cannot wait to enter the future is because i cannot wait to leave the present?

battered and toasted.

my bgs project is due today and for the masses who are still innocently kept in the dark- my professor is a crazy, rivalry-sowing, stepmother-lookalike ^T%^#$.. i spent an entire sunday in school preparing for a MINOR project.. *MAJOR due soon.. and seriously i feel like i am paying for my chinese new year holidays through my nose.

wish me luck.

Eyelid Twitch
Alternate Names : Blepherospasm, Eye Twitch, Eyelid Spasm, Twitch - Eyelid

Definition:Blepharospasm is the medical term for when your eyelid muscles repeatedly and rhythmically contract. In some instances, the eyelid may repeatedly close (or nearly close) and re-open.

The most common things that make the muscle in your eyelid twitch are fatigue, stress, and caffeine. Once spasms begin, they may continue off and on for a day to more than a week.

my right eyelid has not stopped twitching since a week ago. i am getting a little worried. yesterday, i stood in front of the mirror to make sure it was not psychology and it was eeerily intriguing to watch the entire (and not just the end of the) lid tremble in periodic successions.

i am still worried.

to be honest, i am not sure if i am tired. well, i am beginning to feel the stress and commitments but they are a far cry to what my other friends sre going through. in fact, i still feel like a floozy skackhead, compared to them. i a enjoy about 6hrs plus of sleep a night (more on weekends) and still have the time to blog and msn.

i am confused.

together not-too-soon.

everytime my sister and jimmy returns from visiting my grandmother, they would always bring back a new and different story about who grandma would like to matchmake me to. well, on the bright side, i am glad someone is actually doing the job of fussing over my martial status. pretty cute acually.

newyork newyork

love it.

drops of dopamine.

current state of mind and mood? happy. well more like contended and at peace with myself.. i must admit i have not felt this peaceful in a long while and it is pretty addictive. but it is like an egg shell, waiting to crack into a million pieces.. but well, heck it.

an update of my life- for the- less-well-infomed: *cough*wai*cough*
i am still yes, single and lovin' it. =) i am the treasurer for my tsunami relief efforts programme that is due for execution in june. i am on the dinner and dance committee of business committee. i am still dangling on my investment club. i am a total school spirit geek freak. i make sure my professors know me by sight, at least.

i am back to my sec2 obsesion with calories. i am still vain as hell and heliophobic to the core. i am crazy about boutique hotels like hotel1929 and scarlet hotel. my guilty pleasure happens to be pastries and i indulge heavily in milo kosong (aka milo minus milk and sugar) "it's so gooood" i only take butterscotch and pecan cookies from famous amos. oh, i am still totally into the amara hotel ban mian.

i hardly have time for my job at estivo anymore, so i guess the next time round i pop back will be to collect my paycheck. i am enamoured by cK's spring/ summer season. i am still put-off by the whole 'mini-skirt and flips' issue. i am boycotting levis due to their unethical practices. wonderful notebooks and mechanical pencils still make me go weak in the knees.

that's all folks.

ripped this off UPenn's Department of Romance languages.. YES, they ACTUALLY have one...

off with it.

after this you will never touch a Dairy Queen Blizzard again..
http://www.aboutcalories.com/calories/dairyqueencalories.shtml

oh do you know that our good friend, called Mackeral from the Atlantic regions is a good 104kcals (per 100g) higher than her cousin, Mackeral (aka SABA!) from the Pacifc?

barbie 'TOAST'.

too interesting to miss out..

Q: DOES TOASTING BREAD reduce calories or carbohydrates?
-- Joslin

A: THE PROCESS OF TOASTING BREAD does not physically reduce calories or carbohydrates. However, eating toast will make you more popular and attractive.

You see, Joslin, toasting bread fundamentally changes its molecular structure. The high temperature convection currents within the toaster transform the complex carbohydrates, through a process known as "Toaster Induced Molecular Transfiguration", or TIMT, into new molecules that are actually capable of altering the structure of your DNA. These new molecules are called "Molecular Toast Genetic Transmogrificators", or MTGTs. When the MTGTs enter your bloodstream, they seek out the nuclei of your cells and, through the process of "Active Molecular Toast Genetic Transmogrification", or AMTGT, modify the very sequence of your genetic code. The resulting enhanced genetic material is appropriately called "Toast Initiated Genetic Transmogrificant", or TIGT, which over time will result in "Toast Accellerated Human Evolution", or TAHE. So you see, TIMT-induced MTGTs result in AMTGT on your DNA, giving you TIGT leading to TAHE which, FYI, is A-OK.

Sound a little scary? Well, never fear. Because they are a miracle born of toast, the MTGTs only replace segments of your DNA which are directly detrimental to your looks and popularity. For example, if through some unfortunate twist of fate the encoding of your DNA has left you with the irresistable urge to dance the Macarena whenever you hear that ridiculous song, the MTGTs will overwrite that flawed section. The perverted impulse will be replaced with the overwhelming need to put on a classic Miles Davis record instead.

The principle is also true of physical flaws. No more bad hair days. No more stinky feet. And you know that little flap of skin you get when you burn the roof of your mouth with a really hot slice of pizza? If you eat enough toast, your repaired genes will give you a more heat-resistant, pizza-tolerant mouth.

So eat your toast, Joslin. For yourself, and for your posterity.
-- Dr. Toast

i knew i was doing something right by eating those peanut-butter-and-jelly toast~!