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Saturday, July 30, 2005

more truffles on a sleepy night

damnit. very sleepy. have karaoke session tomorrow early noon. sleepy. but. must. blog. damnit. still have to reply mail. damnit.

first of all. a few people have noted about my sudden craze over karaoke. and they don't get it.

i'd led a deprived youth. (i make myself sound so damn freaking old) but really, i never took part in a lot of activities in my teens and early twenties. i hardly clubbed. i seldom went out with my friends. coz they were too busy and i'm always kinda broke. till today i can count the number of times i did the following

  • karaoke - < 10 times
  • pool/billiard - < 5 times
  • bbq - < 10 times
  • bowling - 0 (yah. serious. my brother was in disbelief. but why would i lie about this??)
ok. brain a bit tired to come out with more. but there's definitely more evidence of a deprived youth.

think it was the dive trip i had this year that kinda changed my outlook.

i've never gone out so much in my entire life as i had in the past.. one month? i try to meet up with my friends. i try to do things that interest me or are beneficial to me (eg cooking, part-timing, jogging, swimming) and i've never found myself so busy before. it's tiring. but, it's fun.


it's fun to just chill out with friends and talk your heads off. and it's really fun to sing your heart out. maybe it's coz karaoke-ing is still quite 新鲜 to me. and coz i'll be away for the coming month? i'll miss my 100.3 and my chinese pop..

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tequila + water chestnut/sugar cane drink = chin chow taste.

yes. another one of w?'s brilliant idea. it reminded me so much of the chin chow i had at dinner that it was kinda creepy.

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made another batch of truffles! and seriously, think it's coz i'm making them at 0030h? that's why i don't give a shit about how bad they look. i was really quite tired. am very tired now. eyes are.. struggling to stay open. but
  • i want to finish the cream! (dun waste food! waste food = waste money! no good!)
  • i freaking promised jq.
see, i make stupid promise, i keep stupid promise k. nb. anyway, here's how they look




first bunch. kinda shapeless


2nd bunch. think they look like deformed h brand kisses.


this batch was made with a half-hearted attempt to measure the amount of chocolate i had to use to achieve a decent consistency. gave up after the first time coz i was too tired.

used bailey's and tequila this time. a lot of bailey's and very little tequila. oh. and i added cinnamon. w? likes cinnamon.

maybe it's coz i like tequila, i found this batch so-so (from the licking of the utensils. haven't actually eaten one yet. they're chilling/hardening in the fridge) coz bailey's kinda complements chocolate and cream so well that the kick is not there. i need the kick from tequila. hmmm..

wondering if it might be better to stir in the roasted almonds instead of scattering them on top. they smell really good. think if i stir them in, maybe the smell might somewhat infuse into the chocolate? but was too tired so it is just a thought. till the next batch lah.

but thought of another name.. chocolate blobs. more accurate than truffles right?



Thursday, July 28, 2005

wtf

nb. why the heck is there so many things to do?

first i wake up late. next i find myself turning on the computer coz i haven't forwarded my brother's email to my mom. before i even take my morning cup of water. ok so it was noon. it's usually the first thing i do when i wake up.

then one email led to the other. and damnit. 1 hour has passed and i'm still in front of the comp. and i have m o r e stuff to do on the comp. damnit.

never wanted to be an octopus more than now. need to
  • reply y
  • reply x
  • check out bus website
  • email zf
  • keep an eye on laundry
  • rem to keep an eye on my hydration so i can go jogging later without getting a stitch
  • ask hx some things
  • confirm plans with km
  • need to use my pore refining mask. my pores looking horribly enlarged. despite my 10-hour sleep. must be the lack of sleep for the past couple of days. pimply face! yuck
and i think there's more. but f-. brain overloaded.

a n d i'm being suffocated by the fumes of the mosquito coil. well it's either i get suffocated or let the mosquitoes get drunk from my blood. f-


cream of mushroom-carrot-asparagus-大白菜 soup + bizarro question

the irony of it all. just after claiming how i probably won't be cooking for this week, i cooked.

and i blame it on mandrake. but if i pursue it further, i can probably blame jq instead. since it was her who introduced mandrake's blog to me.

i read blogs. but i don't really follow them. that's why there's only so few links under the "other people's blogs" area. the links there link to people i actually know in real life ie my friends and to strangers' blogs which i actually read (meaning i even go through their archives) and somewhat follow. namely lmd and waiter. i don't really read a lot of blogs. i'm more of a webcomic-online-window-shopping-trivia-hunting-psychology-testing-online-games kind of person.

hmmm, and mandrake might actually make the list. biang. machum like it's some great honor to be on the list.

anyway, as i was reading his blog while i should be hard at work, i saw his recipe for a cream of mushroom soup. and since jq is going kl this weekend, my plans to meet her for more karaoke/make who?'s-homemade-cure-to-chocoholism-or-maybe-they-are-who?'s-little-blobs-of-asylum-bailey's-version for her are foiled. so what am i going to do with the leftover cream?

instead, i had this for dinner.


don't ask why the photo's in a weird shape

it wasn't exactly a cream of mushroom soup. it's more of a cream of mushroom-carrot-asparagus-大白菜 soup. a n d it was more of a soup than a cream?

my cooking always end up a little screwy coz
  • i try to eat healthy - hence the kiam-ness with oil/salt/butter/cream/whateverothersinfulwhatever and the absolute wanton use of a n y type of veggie i can get my hands on (and i don't dislike)
  • i'm lazy - so i try to use the oven/electric steamer whenever possible. and when i do do stove cooking, i try to make sure everything i want to eat goes into the same dish.
keeping in mind these two "commandments" it might be easier to understand how i ended up with my cream of mushroom-carrot-asparagus-大白菜 soup.

i was too kiam with the cream and too generous with the water. poured the entire bowl (of water) in before i could stop my hand. and the said hand couldn't bring itself to pour the remaining half tub of cream into the pot. so i had a really watery soup.

i always have this impression that carrots and asparagus can go into a lot of angmoh dishes - pasta sauce.. cream soups.. don't ask why coz i don't know.

i saw 大白菜 in the veggie compartment. and i like 大白菜. they make soups sweet. so anyhow lah. not like i'm cooking for anyone else cept myself.

it was ok lor. but a guy i know from shatec told me that the way to thicken a cream soup is by using butter & flour. not cream. tried it before. worked. but don't ever try to reheat a thickened-by-butter-and-flour-cream soup. that does not work. ok. maybe it just didn't work that one time. don't really remember.

but i think adding cream does help to enhance the taste. i mean, it really tastes creamier. would adding more cream actually thicken the soup? and the plot thickens.. k. i know i'm lame.

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and since i'm at it. i might as well blog more. "PP

talked abt jq and her brother in my earlier blog. about how i'm kinda using them to help me understand my relationship with m y brother. not sure if i mentioned this, but jq's brother is hx.

jq and i are friends. but we were never close coz of reason 9574. when reason 9574 ceased to exist, i asked her out more often. and now, we're.. a little closer i guess.

i kinda got hx his vacation job by introducing him into the company i'm currently part-timing at. and sometimes i wonder if i don't actually see hx (at work) more often than i see jq. jq's a busy girl. and w?'s a forevertoobroketogoout girl.

and since i'm trying to be less anti-social and try to know more people, i talk to hx quite a bit at work. also coz he reminds me of my brother.. coz there're more common topics of interest (than with the majority of the people in our company) between us for me to attempt to make small talk about.. yada yada..

and today i asked him if he sees me as a friend of his sis' or as his friend. it seems that friends of siblings (of different age) don't mix. i have my friends. my brother has his friends. and they don't mix. hx has his friends. jq has her friends. and they don't mix.

then what am i?

hx actually said it's a good question. my ego was quite flattered. even really, even i think i'm kinda weird to actually come up with the question. i can't help it if my mind is a b normal and comes up with bizarro questions. but really what am i then?

i actually went for karaoke with the sister a n d the brother. i drink with my younger brother. is there something wrong with me? damnit. this had better not be another sleepless night.




Wednesday, July 27, 2005

i haven't been talking about food lately

damnit. when the pc is on, i blog. damnit. whatever lah. and why is my ares not downloading??

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the person who came up with the pore pack/nose cleansing mask is a genius. seriously, what would my horribly clogged up pores do without my pore pack/nose cleansing mask? the thrill of seeing all those.. whiteheads? sebum? on the nice white pore pack/nose cleansing mask.. sigh..

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noticed i haven't really been blogging much about food lately. that's coz i haven't been cooking a lot lately (if one even considers my food preparation steps cooking). have been going out quite a bit last week, what with a stay-over, karaoke sessions.

i really need good quality time with my bed and my telly. and so the kitchen has kinda been a transit place for me for the last week (suspect will be the case for this week too). pop in. grab available frozen food in freezer. toss into oven. open fridge. grab whatever looks edible. forage around. eat yoghurt for dinner coz too lazy to wash/cut veggies. burrow further. see nothing enticing. drink. hey alcohol has calories too. plus beer fills me up.

it is bad. bad. bad.

doesn't help that i'm currently hooked on mixed nuts and jackfruit chips. just spent my last two dollar bill on jackfruit chips. and was too lazy to walk to the nearest atm coz i wanted to catch curb your enthusiasm. what will i do for lunch tomorrow? (atm not on my way to work) shall try to convince people to go somewhere with an atm for lunch.

anyway, to compensate for all the unneeded calories from all the jackfruit chips/mixed nuts/beer/vodka/gin/jackfruit chips i'm downing, i'm cutting down on my other food intakes.

and i was gorging away on a packet of peanut butter m&m's on my way home! peanut butter! you! temptress!

no good! and yet, i'm continuing to live like.. this. sigh.

in my attempt to bring some goodness to these two weeks of bad nutrition, i munched on a carrot just now. yup. just chewed away on this rather skinny stick of carrot in a bugs bunny fashion. i did try to spice it up by eating it with peanut butter and jam. hmmm.. pbj.. another weak spot of w?'s

argh. but i'm hungry again. i'm going to finish that packet of jackfruit chips. hmmm.. jackfruit chips..

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

an ode to thee

there's a cantonese version of 小虎队's 叫你一声 my love (have no idea if that's the title)?! it's called yeen doi ngoi ching gu see (modern love) by julian cheung & hui chau yee.

my gosh. the things you hear on internet radio.

and i j u s t figured out what cantonese i'd just typed out. 现代爱情故事 i know i had the english translation of the title. yah lah. w?'s a failure when it comes to dialects.

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haven't been blogging for some days. trying to blog less coz methinks i'm turning into an addict. not very good since i'm going to be without a pc for two-three weeks. so i must curb my addiction before it gets any worse.

been slacking a lot lately. as usual. sleeping a lot. eating a hell lot. watching a lot of tv. such is the life of a degenerate.

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an example of eating a lot - saturday. after a day of sleeping-eating-sleeping-eating-sleeping (that's been my modus operandi for the past couple of days) i went out for cheng tng at newton with my brother in the evening. it was a nice cool night (rained while i was sleeping i think). don't ask me why i suddenly felt like having cheng tng.

usually my brother won't be gian coz newton's kinda far (a 15min drive) plus he has to seen in public with me (suspect that's a nightmare for him). but since his computer is down (a f t e r i brought the bleedy heavy monitor for servicing, n o w the cpu conks out @#$!%), and coz he was hungry, he actually obliged when i suggested we drive down to newton.

my mom was like "go newton for what? orh luah?"

and that was why we ended up having orh luah along with cheng tng. sigh. the power of suggestion. orh luah is damn oily and fattening lah. all the starch. but omg. that was the sweetest orh i've ever had. it was so. sweet. i drool still, thinking about it now. hmmm.. orh luah..

that was also the night my brother learnt that i blog about him. and he actually asked to see what i wrote about him. he was really more concerned if i revealed his identity. i don't even reveal my own name lor. think he was a little amused coz whatever i wrote of him was hardly newsworthy.

and that is tempting me to blog about him. mwaharhar~ i am truly an evil sister. who's kinda bored at work, hence the need for evil acts to maintain her (in)sanity.

and hence the ode to her brother

the brother was a wrestling partner.
he used to be grabbed
twisted, tossed,
and even bitten.

but when he grew stronger and taller
the evil twat (of a sister)
turned to other
evil measures.

today she extorts and threatens
on the occasion
treating him
(sometimes)
somewhat like a cash dispenser.

now and then the sister will ask
silly questions
like what do you think
of this brilliantly
loud carrier

the sister will sulk and pout
and whatever
when the brother
gives a dis-
satisfactory answer.

secretly the sister thinks
mighty highly of
the younger sibling

for despite his youth
he is more mature
in many aspects
here and thereafter

not to mention
he is one of the few
who makes her feel
she's but another
h e a l t h y booze lover

he has bought her more
birthday presents
than she had ever
bought for him

this is something that bugs
the pathetic excuse
for a sister
quite a bit.

the sister secretly swears
one day to repay
the good deed.

it's a secret promise
for she hardly sees
dispensable cash in
her future.
(she is a sad one yah)

it embarasses her that
he offers to loan
her money
so she can go
travelling

the thought of an elder sibling
sponging off
a youngling!

not that that's stopping
her money borrowing
activity.

the poor brother has to
suffer her incessant
bitching on inconsiderate
twits

and occasionally bear
the brunt of her fury
o woe is he
o woe is he

i've never made myself out to be a poet. so mai hiam the pathetic attempt.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

karaoke mania

..yawn..

met up with yx & kl on monday night kinda as a belated get-together for yx's birthday. went for a karaoke session. and slept over at kl's place.

the karaoke was so fun! i got to sing my obscure-but-damn-nice songs, my super retro songs, my sad sad songs and my 搞笑 songs ie 无间道. mwaharharhar~

无间道's only funny coz i insisted on singing it in it's original key. so there you have who? - a girl with a rather teh voice, lowering her voice till she sounds like.. some weird creature, belting out 无间道 with yx. damnit lah. that is a damn amusing song to sing lor. 我像你 你像我 啦啦啦啦啦啦.. mwaharharhar~

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despite just having had a four hour karaoke session on monday night. i went to the karaoke again last night. can't believe i succumbed to temptation so easily.

my justification for going for a n o t h e r karaoke session in the span of three days:
  • jq was kinda having a rough week and thus craving for karaoke
  • i flew her aeroplane last weekend
  • i gian lah. besides, i like small group karaoke sessions (there was jq & me in the first 2-3 hours. and hx joined us later) coz then i can sing till i lose my voice. who?'s a closet singer wannabe!
we went in at around 1940. were in a "tatami" room. it's my favourite kind of room. a "tatami" room is a carpetted room where instead of having a couch, there're a few big cushions. really nice when u're an amoebic/nua/invertebrate creature. i was literally lying on the floor for some parts of the night.

surprisingly, hx joined us at around 2200? he was supposed to have class till 2200 and somehow i have this impression that he doesn't really wanna go for karaoke with jq & me. i guess it might be a little weird going to sing with your older sister. but.. i really like to hear guys sing guy songs!

when i sing nice guys songs like 杰伦 songs.. 你们要快乐.. 逸迅 songs.. they just sound somewhat mangled coz my voice is not low enough. sigh. i love to hear guys sing guy songs.

so it was really nice that hx decided to pop by. kinda feel a little bad that i kept making him sing guy songs that i like. he didn't even know some of them. well, too bad, who?'s evil.

and we stayed on till the place closed. ie 0300. my gosh. it's kinda shocking to know that we sang for seven plus hours. i'm still yawning though i'd slept for eight hours. can't believe jq's working.

but then jq & i got to sing some of our current favourites more than once/twice! think we dedicated 偏见 four times? i love that song. 我明白爱情已经超载 爱的完全坏了姿态.. mwaharhar~

ok. think i'd better go for my my jog before it starts to pour.



Monday, July 18, 2005

w? loves psychology tests

just took another personality test. this one's called behavioural style quiz. supposedly i'm a thinker. biang. can don't make me sound so intellectual and smart? w? is a dumbass.

and a thinker's characteristics are as such
  • Strengths: Planning, analyzing
  • Weaknesses: Perfectionistic, overly critical
  • Irritation: Unpredictability
  • Goals: Accuracy, thoroughness
  • Fear: Criticism
  • Motivator: Progress
an overview of the thinker behavioural style is as followed



Thinkers are slower-paced and task-focused. They are also indirect and guarded. They are concerned with analytical processes and are persistent, systematic problem solvers. They can also be seen as aloof, picky and critical. They are very security-conscious and have a high need to be right, leading them to an over reliance on data collection. In their quest for data, they tend to ask many questions about specifics. Their actions and decisions tend to be slow and extremely cautious, but they will rarely miss a deadline. Though they are great problem solvers, they could be better decision makers.

Thinkers tend to focus on the details and the process of work, and become irritated by surprises and “glitches.” Their emphasis is on compliance and working within existing guidelines to promote quality.

Thinkers like organization and structure and dislike too much involvement with other people. They work slowly and precisely by themselves, are time-disciplined, and prefer an intellectual work environment. They tend to be critical of their own performance. They tend to be skeptical and like to see things in writing.

Their strengths are their accuracy, dependability, follow-through and organization; weaknesses are procrastination and conservativeness, which promote their tendency to be picky and over-cautious.

Their greatest irritation is disorganized, illogical people. In business environments, they want others to be credible, professional, and courteous. In social environments, they like others to be pleasant and sincere.


Thinkers’ Motivators

Thinkers are motivated by the desire to be correct. Part of their identity is based upon their competence and the fact that they strive to do things right. They emphasize, therefore, things like precise understanding, accurate work, proper manners, and impeccable personal habits. Conversely, Thinkers fear personal criticism or actions that threaten their self-preservation. Their means for avoiding such conflicts include self-protective actions such as building personal armor that makes it difficult for others to penetrate. It is often difficult to determine their real feelings due to their wall of privacy.

Thinkers naturally favor a methodical and deliberate approach to decision making. They like to be well prepared. They want to know exactly what is expected of them and then they satisfy those requirements by being highly organized. They almost always deliver on their promises.

Thinkers take pride in their ability to size up people and situations objectively. They like to clarify, reflect, and contemplate before making decisions. They are resourceful individuals who look at life in multiple ways, many of which are unique. Their ideas are often ingenious and highly creative.

Thinkers are appreciated most by people who appreciate different and somewhat unique perspectives. When people get to know them well, they often comment on their sense of humor. People also appreciate their ability to be discrete and avoid embarrassing other people.

Thinkers’ Growth Opportunities

Thinkers tend to be indecisive, especially when dealing with more complex, new, or adverse situations. They dislike making mistakes or being embarrassed. Before making decisions, they want all the information and time needed to ponder all the possibilities -- whether the situation allows this or not.

Thinkers fear criticism, so they tend to be less communicative in general. They keep their ideas and feelings to themselves, especially when in doubt. Others may view them as being unresponsive or aloof.

Thinkers can benefit by learning to share their feelings and showing genuine appreciation, acknowledgment, and recognition for others. They tend to be judgmental and demanding, and wonder why people cannot try to be as perfect as they are. This attitude often produces further tension in their relationships. Thinkers can benefit from being more collaborative in their dealings with people. Finally, Thinkers can benefit by being less self-critical and demanding.


if you're reading this, and you know me, is it true?


Sunday, July 17, 2005

who?'s homemade cure to chocoholism.. who?'s little blobs of asylum..?

here's the latest batch of truffles. made them late last night.

this time round, i made nearly double the amount i made the first time round. the photos are not very clear.

i had attempted to made them into little balls at first, but as i made my tenth truffle, i was getting really tired. i was still suffering from mild cramps and i didn't exactly have a very dinner-like dinner. a n d i was working at it at 11plus, 12 am. ergh.

anyway, i've decided it's not really accurate to call them truffles. afterall, dictionary.com did define them as

Any of various chocolate confections, especially one made of a mixture including chopped nuts, rolled into balls and covered with cocoa powder.”

my creations are technically speaking:
  • chocolate confections - no doubt about that. 1 tick
  • a mixture including chopped nuts - erm.. maybe five of them were s o m e w h a t covered with chopped nuts? 1/2 tick
  • rolled into balls - fine, i'll admit it, they look more like lumpy blobs with miniature craters and slopes rather than balls. at least they are blobs this time round. they can be considered deformed balls right? 1/2 tick lah
  • covered with cocoa powder - huh? i dusted them with powdered sugar a n d some cocoa powder 1/2 tick
ok what.. 2.5/4ticks.


first bunch


second bunch


third bunch


fourth bunch

as you can see, i made quite a bit lah. i'm intending to bring the first bunch to work tomorrow. the 2nd bunch is a birthday offering to a friend. and coz they are damn fattening, i forced my brother to bring some to his friends today.

think i'll have around.. 12 bollas left. hopefully i'll have enough to bring to work on wed so that even if they don't last till hx brings them home to JQ (coz of lack of refridgeration), at least hx can eat them and gloat over JQ. hiak..

i was actually evil enough to messaged JQ today something like this:


creamy.. melts somewhat velvety-ly.. hint of mexico (from the dash of tequila). little chocolaty treats..


something like that lah. just to make JQ drool. afterall she is probably one of my few readers who shows interest in my truffles thus tempting me to torment her. mwaharhar~

seriously, i don't think they're that great. the first batch had more kick coz i was more generous with the tequila. but as a result they ended up really.. fluidy

for this batch, i'd added lychee liqueur, vanilla vodka and a dash of tequila. even though the birthday girl requested for pure vodka truffles. well, i don't have enough vodka to make truffles for her a n d make lychee martini for her tomorrow. so.

but think the lychee liqueur got evaporated when my brother and i reheated the chocolate. think maybe that's what happened to the vanilla vodka too.

yup. roped in my brother to help coz i didn't really plan things well last night. what with the cramps, the late hours (it's the kind of time to stagnate in front of the telly or the comp. not the kind of time to bake/cook) things were everywhere.

was trying to achieve a proportion of chocolate to cream to booze that has sufficient oomph and could still solidify. had to add more chocolate after i threw in the lychee liqueur and vanilla vodka. and coz of that i had to throw the entire thing in the water bath a second time to melt the additional chocolate.

so despite that i'd added more lychee liqueur and vanilla vodka than tequila (which i added after reheating the thing), the chocolaty blobs tasted mostly of tequila. hmmm..

only tasted one this afternoon coz i had enough of them just licking the bowls.. spoons.. whisk.. yah lah w? damn bo sey one.

imho, it's.. creamy.. a little mousse-like in texture. definitely a better texture compared to the first batch. at least it solidifies this time round. could be creamier, but then, i'd rather have it with more kick. could do with more booze. but it's interesting that the booze only kicked in after a few seconds in the mouth. ooooh.. layers.. complex.. mwaharhar~

seriously, i think i might be exaggerating a little. my brother doesn't have as ahem. sensitive a palate as me. so he couldn't really rave about them. harumph. upset the chef. so i shall rave about them myself. harumph. a bit 老黄卖瓜 but whatever lah.

anyway, he managed to feed his friends (he actually worried me by suggesting that he might just finish them on his way to meet his friends. don't want to praise the chef, but want to eat her food and don't let others eat and comment??)! and experiment has shown that they can last at least 40minutes out of the fridge.

and his friends really liked them! think he took 6? 7? truffles with him. and he only managed to eat one coz the other 3 guys finished the rest. ooooh.. i'm so happy..

i was literally bouncing up and down the seat when i asked him about it as i was about to drive him back to camp.

guess they didn't really wax lyrical about my truffles the way i do (that's where my coffee tasting skills come in..) but they liked it! and one even asked for the recipe! mwaharhar~ finally. someone to boost my ego besides my chocoholic friend yx. (i question her praise for my truffles. i mean, how can you trust a chocaholic when it comes to chocolates?)

but they did say the 卖相 is no good. i know. i know they look like shit. true, w? is a sucker for beautiful things. but due to her limited abilities, when it comes to food, taste and healthi-ness (and maybe smell) of the food matters more.

more often than not, w?'s culinary products look like shit, but they really taste better than they look! i like to surprise people with my unaesthetic food.

i might have a penchant for beautiful things but functionality often rules for me. coz
  • i have budget constraints
  • i'm a capricorn
think i'll go for the homemade route. where the food looks really quite like shit but taste like heaven. ok. near heavenly.

i'm trying to come up with a new name for these.. pseudo-truffles. it's a little insulting to truffles to be related to my creation. hmmm..


who?'s homemade cure to chocoholism.. who?'s little blobs of asylum.. hmmm.. and the mind wanders..

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went jogging today. coz the coming week's kinda hectic? can't swim or jog on monday coz i need to work and i'm staying over at kl's. and since i don't fancy the idea of swimming when i'm leaking blood, i went jogging today.

maybe it's coz i'm leaking blood. only managed to finish 3.5km in slightly over 25minutes. ah well. i shan't try to do more than 3.5 for the time being. achy legs.

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die lah. don't know how long it's been since i last cadded. die.




Saturday, July 16, 2005

hey the posts counter is working! oooh.. good work blogger..

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suffered from r e a l l y horrible cramps earlier today. it's quite a rare thing for me, but then again, this time round, my pre symptons were a bit off too. hmm. hurt so badly that i found myself not standing straight, but rather somewhat bent. i even felt like puking out my yummy mee.

feel somewhat better now, but still a little worse for wear.

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aargh! they're playing the new jay song. 一路向北. it's such a bittersweet song. swoon~

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anyway, i'm planning to make more truffles today. they have been requested by a friend for her pending birthday. it's so heartwarming to know that someone likes my "cooking".

for that, i'd bought some slightly more expensive dark chocolate to add on to the normal chocolate -- that's going to form the bulk of the truffles -- i'd bought (coz i really hope that i won't be surviving on bread alone on my forthcoming vacation so i've to stint a little. hey, baking ingredients are expensive lor.) and f r e s h cream. the first time round i used whipping cream (ie cream that has yet to be whipped) coz the nearest supermarket only stocked whipping cream.

looking forward to the new batch..

but i need to wait till my dad retires into his room before i can tear apart the kitchen. wonder how long that will take. he i s watching a soccer match.

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random culinary insight: sambal chilli c a n n o t be replaced.

tried to have mee kia for lunch the other day. the water was boiling. the mee kia had been bought. i was placing all the condiments on to the plate so i can have my usual yummilicious wanton mee without the wantons and cha siew (wantons are quite tedious to make what and i'm too lazy and broke to buy cha siew).

and horror of horrors! there was n o sambal chilli in the fridge! i thought i told my mom we ran out of sambal chilli?? argh!.

so instead, i used chilli sauce and tried to spice it up with some 五香粉. and i got a rather sweet mee. hmmm. still prefer with sambal chilli.




Wednesday, July 13, 2005

我可以打中文! + watermelon shirt

原来 xp 可以打中文!omg. 我真的好似发现了新大陆似的。的确 w? 是山龟!但 w? 可是个超开心的山龟!现在终于可以随着思绪 blog 了.

i guess w? can be considered somewhat bilingual. even then, w? doesn't really consider herself truly effectively bilingual.

true, she can converse in mandarin, write in mandarin, think in mandarin. likewise, she can converse in english, write in english, think in english. however, because of the way her brain functions, she cannot make a booking at the karaoke lounge in mandarin.

i went "呃。。我想在下个星期一做个 booking"

basically i translated the above word for word from english when i realised the girl on the other end was speaking to me in mandarin. seriously, i'm utterly ashamed of what i said.

i can sing in chinese. ok. i can maul a song in chinese. i can read traditional chinese. i can even write a bit of traditional chinese. but ask me to discuss about say.. religion in chinese. i would probably choose to kill myself.

it really depends on what language i choose to think in. some topics like religion, life, diving.. are subjects that i think about in english. so it would be really hard for me to express my view about such topics in mandarin.

but things like emotions? well, certain emotions, are played around in my mind in mandarin. and hence it's just natural for me to switch to mandarin when i talk about such stuff.

and i break into singlish a l l the time.

sometimes i give the impression that i'm only fluent in one language - either english or chinese, depending on the situation. someone once thought i'm a taiwanese coz of the way i spoke mandarin. huh?

and (another) someone once thought i was the type of chinese who cannot speak mandarin coz of the way i spoke english. huh?

but seriously, my grasp of either languages is nothing compared to their native speakers. but it's always been interesting to me - this bilingual thing. i would love to be conversant in more languages but seriously, a language has to be used in order for one to familiarise with it.

and that is why w? could only say "Je suis desolee. Voulez-vous repeter lentement, s'il vous plait?" and "Je ne comprend pas" throughout her e n t i r e french oral. har. well, at least i can somewhat make sense of a french menu. that really shows where my interest lies doesn't it.

biang. super deviated. no time. want to eat.

anyway, omg. hx. y o u a r e t h e b e s t. thanks to you, i can type in chinese!

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this is the reason for this blog. my watermelon shirt! bought it a couple of weeks back.

actually it's not as small as it looks in the photo. it wasn't when i wore it for the first time. i was wearing it today after i threw it into the washing machine and refused to iron it. i figured i could pretend and get away with it by saying it's meant to be wrinkled.

and what do you know, hx actually thought so (that it came wrinkled). har~

and this morning when i wore it, i thought it had shrank in the wash coz it seriously wasn't so form-fitting the first time i wore it. and that was partly why i suspect my brother thought what he thought^. it was really quite loose when he saw me in it.

but this evening, i think i've figured it out. the "missing" cloth is in the wrinkles. hmmm.. but w? is lazy.

she had only ironed her secondary school pinafore less than ten times in her entire four years of study? she only ironed it when she thought it might be wiser to create a somewhat better impression during her oral examinations where she had to face the examiner on a one to one basis.

well, it's true that the pinafore was never subjected to the abuse of the washing machine so it never really got t h a t wrinkled. but still, she had seldom ceased to amaze people with her record.

the idea of w? ironing the watermelon shirt. hmm. let's see if the wrinkles really get on my nerves that much. i'm sure the two of them will meet. someday.

anyway i'm s o proud of the watermelon shirt. coz first of all, it's quite rare for me to buy apparel. coz i'm really picky. i consider the following before i try the apparel in question in the fitting room:
  • cost (surely w? repeats enough about her dire financial status)
  • design (must be interestingly unique [given the condition of cost], or so damn classic/simple that w? can not have a problem matching it with m o s t of her other stuff)
  • colour (w? is quite particular about specific colours)
usually it's hard enough to find something that passes the above criteria. usually o n l y when something does, would w? step into the fitting room. and then she has to look at the
  • cut (w? is super out of shape. everything's not in proportion to everything else.)
  • comfort
simply said, it's really hard for me to part with money when it comes to clothes.

and second of all, it's so brimming with 夏日风情 lor! the thinness of the material. the colours of it.

really, i love the watermelon shirt.

^i don't care if my brother thinks it's "an auntie shirt".

i don't care if hx thinks it's ugly (well, i'm paraphrasing. he was trying to be nice and not say it out loud)

i don't care if no one understands why i call it my watermelon shirt.

i like it.



chiak tsua-ing again..

done quite a bit of involuntary exercise even though it’s only noon. biang, i know i want to lose weight, but all this involuntary exercise is seriously depleting my tissue supply real fast.

managed to j u s t miss my bus this morning. when i miss this particular bus, i would walk to the next bus-stop coz the time it takes for the next bus to come is sufficient for me to reach the next bus-stop and still have a little time to do silly things, like take photo of morning glories, take photo of initial d poster.. mwaharhar~

i guess i also need the exercise. it has almost become an instinctive action whenever i j u s t miss my bus.

but i’d just walked all around bugis area yesterday coz bencoolen street is a vague location in my mind. so i ended up walking here.. there.. everywhere when i went there yesterday to get ingredients for my next batch of truffles.

tiring can.


Tuesday, July 12, 2005

coming home late. i have plenty of experience of. especially with the late nights i had had in school.

but it was the first time tonight(mon) where i stepped out of the flat at such an unearthly hour (at around 12am to be somewhat exact) with the aim of going somewhere to get something.

i had felt the need to dull my system so as to aid my falling asleep tonight. and since i have a very v e r y limited amount of sleeping pills left, it's alcohol i sought tonight.

since i'm saving the last chilled beer for my brother as he prefers that brand of beer to the rest of my dfs beer (which i had forgotten to chill).

so off i went in search for tonic.

went to the nearest 24hour convenience store. a petrol kiosk by the way. the nearest 711 is a little further and i needed to get back in time for whose line.

and they d o n o t stock tonic. o h m y g o s h.

luckily, sprite ice goes pretty well with vodka. think i can sleep tonight.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

and we nose grazed..

don't think i've mentioned her in my blogs before. wrote a bit about her in my friendster profile before. it's all gone now. no point revealing too much about myself to the world. w? likes to remain a little mysterious hwaharharharharr~

my brother and i refer to her as dao mao. coz she's dao. and she's a mao (cat) it rhymes. w? is lame in that way. that's why her yahoo id rhymes too.

dao mao's a stray cat that hangs out at our housing estate. some days you see her. some days you don't. some people leave food for her. whiskas. nice people. i try to bring her some milk or ikan bilis every now and then.

actually, i've even fed her some dim sum before. real bad i know. but she was so hungry. at least i thought she was hungry. she gobbled it up really fast and i had to hide the rest of my dim sum thingumy coz salt is bad for her.

she's a real smart cat, she can climb up the stairs to the third? fourth floor of my flat and still find her way down to the void deck the next day. and she's really pretty with lovely soft fur.

for some strange reason, my brother and i have this affinity towards her. even though she's really quite dao. it's impossible to get her to sit still and get petted if she's not in the mood for it. but when she is, she can look so comfy that i just want to pick her up and cuddle up with her somewhere safe.

but seriously, it's not a wise idea to pick her up. she can definitely kick up quite a fight.

got bitten by her before. but it was totally my fault. i was trying to get her attention when she was trying to defend her territory. and she bit me damn hard lah. she managed to puncture my skin. and there was some blood loss.

coz she managed to puncture my skin. i had to go to the doctor and burned a huge hole in my pocket.

but still i really love that cat.

brought some ikan bilis with me when i left the flat to drive my brother back to camp. but didn't see dao mao before we left.

when i came back, i saw her! and she was really happy to have ikan bilis as supper. gobbled it up in a blink of the eye. think i didn't bring enough. well, i didn't want to make her fat and it's not good to waste food. think the last time i brought ikan bilis for her, she kinda lost interest near the end. plus we wouldn't want to get the supplier of ikan bilis (the mother) too pek chek which she does when she finds out where her ikan bilis have been disappearing to.

and coz dao mao was looking for more ikan bilis or food, she was sniffing all around. my fingers.. the serviette i'd wrapped the ikan bilis in.. she even sniffed my nose! that must be the closest we've ever gotten. if you don't take into consideration the time when she had my hand in her mouth.

i love dao mao.





a glimpse of dao mao

Saturday, July 09, 2005

and the saga ends

and finally the concluding episode of t h e s a g a. apparently i've missed blogging the fifth session.

for the fifth session. they used the machine using the gel again. i was kinda amazed since i was told in the fourth session that it's a costlier treatment if they used that machine.

anyway for my last session, yesterday, i was back to the massage and the usual machine.

the therapist was so lacking in strength that it felt like i was being touched rather than being massaged. seriously, i suspect a accidental sweep of my hand might generate a greater force than her massage. but it's nice to get a massage even if it was a w e a k one.

it's been a rather stressful couple of days. first getting all excited that i'm getting to go to the states. then worrying that my cousin's company might not accept me as a family member (the company was offering to fly a family member of my cousin's over to visit her. i'm not exactly an immediate family member.) then getting excited coz i'm going.

then getting stressed when i discover that there isn't really a lot of things for me to see there and not totally deplete my bank account at the same time. and getting stressed about my mother who might wanna visit the states with me. and trying to plan a trip whereby i can provide company for my mom, visit other friends and still maintain what little sanity i have (i don't really get along super well with my mom. it's a mother-daughter thing. she drives me nuts half the time).

suspect now i'm a fan of massages. damnit. i don't really need another thing to like that cost money k. how am i going to survive in the states for a couple of weeks? f-.

anyway, after the weak massage i was on the usual machine and think i managed to get myself comfortable enough to run the machine on the highest power. and once again i was convulsing like i was being tortured for intelligence.

and worst of all, after everything, the therapist measured me, and i didn't lose that many inches! in fact, i'd probably lost millimetres! damnit!!!

it's kinda a blow. i think some parts of me have shrunk. a little. but some parts of me not so. and to think i've been jogging once and swimming once a week! a n d controlling my diet!

fuck.

i hate to control what i eat. coz i don't want to turn into those girls who can't enjoy what they eat. i want to be able to enjoy my food. argh. damnit. but seriously, i think controlling my diet is really something i r e a l l y have to do. which i have been doing so far and suspiciously turning into those girls who pick at their food. damnit.

maybe it's the drinking. well, i haven't drank this week!

maybe that's why i've been eating like nobody's business since last night. from the stress of the impending trip to the states. after trying to fit my mom in, she's deciding that it might not be such a great idea to go. f-. and there's also the inefficiency of the slimming treatment.

ok. the slimming treatment did work to a mild extent. maybe next year, i'll try to score a lobang during the gss. 6 treatments can only do so much. and after i paid up for my 6 sessions, i discover other offers where i can pay less and get m o r e treatments. damnit.

and i'll probably need to incorporate more exercise into my life. hmmm.

damnit. i've had noodles when i woke up at noon. nibbled at some spiced snacks. gobbled up an entire packet of jackfruit chips (i'm quite a sucker for dried jackfruit chips) and now i'm only blogging coz i'm waiting for the oven to cook my 3 slices of luncheon meat and 3 other fish fingers thingummies so that i can enjoy them while catching the fourth episode of oc i'm watching back to back. man. it's been a fattening day.

yes. and this concludes the saga. conclusion, slimming centres work, but only if you work with them. damnit why do i have such a low metabolic rate. damnit.


Friday, July 08, 2005

w? rediscovers internet radio

internet radio is interesting!

just discovered this. sure beats the usual sg stations that i listen to in terms of the variety of stations available. plus, i get to see what the heck i'm listening to.

the player i'm using shows the title of the track being played and the name of the artiste. something my usual sg station doesn't offer for it's online radio.

did you know that wa2wa2 is delphine cai? biang eh. i really learn new things everyday lor. hope i will find out the title and singer of the mysterious chinese song that i'm crazy over. guess i'll be stuck on the mandarin radio station for quite a while.

too bad the hkvintagepopradio's a vip station (which i can't access on my free account). ah well. you can't have everything in life.

I’m deliriously happy. Heee.. my face is in a perpetual grin and i’m starting to feel like the joker. Now i get the saying lian2 zhuo4 meng4 dou1 hui4 xiao4.

i’ll be visiting the states later this month i think. i’ll have to confirm the date of when i want to leave and come back by tonight. i can’t believe this is happening. please don’t let this be a dream. sigh.

true, the states has never been on my list of must-visit places. i don’t think it’s as exciting as Europe (coz of its history and culture) or japan (coz of it’s culture) or other parts of asia for a matter of fact. i guess it’s coz of the pervasion of the American culture in sg. it’s far more accessible than that of other cultures.

well, i watch a damn hell lot of American tv shows lah.

but hey, i’m being offered a free air ticket. and i’ll have free lodgings in jersey. and ny is near jersey. omg i can see central park! and boston’s pretty near jersey so i can visit X and bunk at her place too!

the idea of going out of asia, of taking a freaking long flight excite me as it is. that i might be able to see what the western culture is like. that i can experience something different is enough to make me stay awake at night. it’s pretty amazing that i’m not concussing at work when i only had three hours of sleep this morning. and that i’m still quite high and making plans like a possessed beaver.

i know visiting the states isn’t really a great deal. but i’ve never been out of asia. oh my gosh. i’m going to the states! i feel like such a big suaku.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

the amusing orchard road waylayer

so this is who he is!

paiseh lah, i refuse to succumb to the idol fever. i was talking about him to my friend the other day and i referred to him as.. erm. let's not blog that out in the open. quite terrible.

anyway, this fella tried to waylay me one day on orchard road. i was late for my appointment with a new hairdresser. just to sidetrack for a while. i heart my new hairdresser.

my cut and wash took approximately 1.5hours. that must have been my longest haircut ever. think at least half the time was spent by him explaining things to me.

recently i had decided to try to be nicer. make conversation with people. you never know what you'll learn. and really it's good to talk to your hairdresser. and the girl who washes your hair.

anyway, so there i was, kinda walking briskly coz i was late. i had finally decided to go for a haircut (had been putting it off for quite a while. i'm perpetually broke mah) coz my hair was a mess. curling like betty boop's hair. weighing my head down like some lead weight trying to sink a dead body. the state of my hair was finally t h a t bad.

and then, he tried to stop me with this "miss, nice hair.." i brushed him off by telling him i was late for an appointment. and i was. most of the time people use that and don't mean it.

but what amused me so much was that he was complimenting my hair when i was rushing to get it fixed. either he has strange taste, or i have bad hearing or he is a horrible liar.

but hey.. maybe i should get him to trim my eyebrows. crazy eyebrows of mine. i hate plucking them. hurts like what. maybe i can find out if there's some way i can avoid the tear-inducing pain..

on a totally useless note, i think he looks better with shorter hair.




jogging + cooking + thank you to a friend

la la..

can't believe i managed to take a nap after downing my coffee. guess i was really quite shacked out after my jog today. wonder what's causing my slight headache. hmmm..

went to PW again today. and i managed to stick to the distance markings throughout my e n t i r e jog. har. so proud of myself.

but precisely because of that, i ended up running 3.5km in 25 minutes. that's about 8.4km/hr.

think i hit 2.4 at around the 17th minutes there about.

when i got home, my legs actually started feeling a little sore. a little unpredecented i think. but then again, my memory isn't really good in the first place.

the exceeding of 3km is not really welcoming news. does this mean i'll be running longer and longer distances? that's damn scary lah. i'm w?. the girl who can't run. the girl who hates running. i have never imagined i would be covering that distance in my entire life. 2.4 was murderous enough and now 3.5??

hydration was pretty ok this time round. so my brother's advice works. hmmm.. smart boy.

now i'm kinda worried about maintaining the distance covered. argh. never thought that would be a problem. sheesh. i don't remember ever covering so far when i was visiting the gym quite regularly last year. wtf.

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some culinary insights i'd gained in the past week or so
  • unfresh carrots are n o t sweet.
  • the key to a good salad is freshness of the ingredients.
  • i need to learn how to cut stuff.
  • might be a good idea to use more water if i boil carrots while taking a shower. came out today to a smoking pot. luckily i managed to save the pot.
  • tuna pasta sauce without the necessary herbs will taste like canned sardines tomato sauce
  • steaming is a healthier way of cooking coz it can be done without oil?
was wondering why steaming is a healthier way of cooking. coz when i steam my food (and that's quite often coz we have an electric steamer and it's just so easy to chop everything and then throw them in at the correct time and have food. w? is a lazy cook.) i add sesame oil.

it makes the food smell better and taste better. and i find myself adding sesame oil practically everytime i cook with the electric steamer. and that led me to wonder why steaming is a healthy way to cook.

i'm always using oil. it's probably just a little less than the amount of oil i use when i cook over the stove or when i toss things in the oven. sometimes it's not. it's not easy to control the amount of oil to drizzle out k.

then recently, i think steaming can be done without oil. so maybe that's why it is healthier.. but it would be bland mah. i shall continue steaming with my beloved sesame oil.

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and this bit goes out to PQ.

he's the first person ever i think to ask me what my icq/msn/trillian/other nick (i use the same nick for a lot of things) means. nobody has ever asked me that!

and it does have meaning. i'm quite proud of it coz i actually went about doing a little research about it lor.

it's elvish. albeit it's not truly elvish. it's something i created from two elvish words. and i thought it's a pretty neat thing that i did. boliao, but neat nevertheless.

so sweet of him to ask.



Wednesday, July 06, 2005

theorising on why w? is still single and going all hysterical

in the attempt to stay awake for a couple more hours, i’m torturing my mind as such.

met up with KM for drinks last week. and we briefly talked about sg guys and us.

KM thinks we (her and me) scare sg guys coz we're smart.

well, i don't really think i'm smart. i'm really quite dumb. haar~

i'll admit that i read a little. but my reading profile includes trashy beauty/fashion magazines, strange magazines like real simple, simply her, entertainment gossip, comics, the occasional design related reading material and the super occasional fiction/non-fiction book.

so i seriously don’t think i’m an intellectual judging from my reading diet, despite what the jung-enneagram test says.

m y theory on why i’m still single:

  1. i don’t meet the physical requirements of sg guys
  2. i don’t really need to be taken care of

and now to further develop on my theory. point 1: i don’t meet the physical requirements of sg guys

well, a lot of guys don’t meet my requirements either. i think human beings have a tendency for being superficial. w?’s a superficial girl. a lot of guys are too short/fat/ugly/don’t have nice enough shoulders for me.

so i can’t blame sg guys for being picky. i know i’m too big-boned/fat/ugly for them. i know!

i’ve to admit that i’ve always tended to pay more attention to cuter looking guys. but even then, i do mingle with guys who don’t meet the physical requirements i look out for in a guy.

and nowadays, i’m trying to look beyond looks. these days, i try to be nicer to people coz nobody deserves to be treated badly. but if you’re too rude/inconsiderate/whatever for me (and i tend to be a little stringent about that. inconsideration is a real bother to me these days), then i can’t really be bothered.

but one thing i’ve noticed about sg guys is that (and this is a gross generalisation) their attitudes towards girls are determined by whether they think the girl in question is worthy of their affection/attention.

generally, if they don’t think the girl is chioh enough to woo, they treat the said girl like she’s part of the surroundings.

i’m generalising, but that’s really what i feel. even up until today. i’ve always felt inadequate as a girl. maybe i just don’t know enough people.

when i was in uni, i’d constantly found myself struggling for attention. today, when i look back, i think it was partly coz i was lacking in my social skills and partly coz i’m not attractive enough.

i guess partly why i decided i shall try to be nicer to people generally is coz i don’t want to make other feel bad because of their appearance.

i don’t mind being mean to them if they display qualities i dislike such as inconsideration or rudeness or lack of basic decency. but i don’t want to be mean someone coz he/she’s unattractive.

my gosh. can’t believe i’m revealing my insecurities. maybe blogging while semi-conscious isn't such a good idea.

point 2. it’s actually somewhat a result of point 1. i haven’t really met a lot of sg guys who are gentlemanly to me. and i attribute it to point 1.

some examples of gentlemanly acts being opening the door for you, giving way to you, looking out for you. it’s really damn rare for me.

but the more attractive girls might have it differently.

when i went diving earlier this year, the guys i met (all of whom are not from sg) were actually gentlemanly to me. me! i was overwhelmed. still am.

it really made me feel good about myself. maybe i’m not that ugly afterall!

after quite a bit of thought, i’ve came to the conclusion that, what they did could be better described as acts of nice-ness and consideration rather than gentlemanly.

and that is kinda the driving force behind my attempt to be nicer to people (that = being treated nicely). i want to make people feel good coz i know what it’s like to feel like nobody gives a shit about you.

i don’t really go around telling everyone about this resolution of mine coz i’d rather let my actions speak for themselves. so far, i’m not sure if i’m doing it well.

and coz i don’t really think it’s an easy resolution to keep. not after 24 years of being a lousy excuse for a human being. it would be malu to have this haunting me if i should fail.

the reason why i’m revealing it now, here is coz i don’t think a lot of people read my blog and it might help in my theory on why i’m still single.

these days i try to be more considerate. and i find myself doing gentlemanly things which guys around me don’t do. and i can’t help but feel disgusted.

example - an elderly man with a head of white hair was standing in front of me and a couple on the bus a few days back. i was kinda sleepy. had just woken up from a nap. and i was still quite tired.

the couple across me were energetically chatting away. and they showed no inclination to give up their seats for the white-haired elderly man.

i did. coz we should give up our seats to those who need them more? so maybe the guy was just not considerate coz guys have a tendency to be less xi4 xin1? sensitive? but what about the girl he was with?

i still can’t get over their lack of concern. i would spit in their faces if not for the fact that spitting is tres unhygienic.

it’s hard to be not single when you get disgusted every other day.

besides finding myself exercising more consideration than the people around me (and that’s actually not very difficult) i think i also create this impression that i don’t need people to take care of me. like i’ve this tendency to open my own doors, not wait for people to lead the way blah blah.

it’s really coz nobody has ever really tried. do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to wait for someone to open the door for you? i’ve had enough face lost. i realised that it’s kinda hopeless to expect sg guys to be gentlemanly to me, so usually i pre-empt them and don’t give them a chance to be not gentlemanly to me. and i think it’s a bloody vicious cycle!

they think i don’t need to be taken care of. that’s coz i’ve learnt that nobody wants to take care of me. is it a wonder that i’ve learnt to take care of myself? but that doesn’t mean i don’t want to be taken care of! i just don’t need to be taken care of a l l the time. i think i’m quite a healthy individual.

damnit. i’m in hysterics. and that is why the url is calm hyphen hysteria. coz life is about balance. don’t think i’ll ever eradicate the hysteria in my life, so i must seek calmness too.

gosh. i’m really rambling. shoot. now i’m not really sleepy. tired but not sleepy. damnit all. wretched people.


feeling damn sleepy. but it's probably going to screw my haywire sleeping cycle even further if i succumb and go to bed now.

but i'm too tired to cad. bloody waste of my life.

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saw neil gaiman today. heard him talk. don't get why i expected him to have a British accent. he h a s been living in the states for quite a while. silly mind.

brought two items (a volume of sandman and american god. actually had wanted to get american god autographed for my friend X.) for him to autograph. but couldn't bring myself to queue. the queue was really damn long. it stretched for... 200m? more? i can't really tell. w? is not only directionless and also distanceless.

he gave a short talk. missed a little of it coz i thought it was starting at six. thank goodness i ran for my bus and managed to get there before six.

he answered some questions. and he was really nice. he was dispensing three autographs per person, where one would be personalised. i hadn't even expected that. imagine how tired he must be now. suspect he's still autographing away while i'm blogging.

but he would not pose for photos coz from the past couple of days' activity, they realised that was what was holding up things. i can't believe he would pose for so many people.

i'd brought two items for him to autograph coz i thought it might be a little torturous for him to autograph too many things. but in the end, i couldn't bring myself to queue.

i'm quite sleepy. always tend to find myself sleepiest at early evening time. and the thought of queuing all by myself for the next couple/few hours while i'm falling asleep is not exactly my preferred way of spending my time.

i really like some of his works. sandman actually brought me to tears. but i just couldn't find the passion in me to queue for his autograph. coz really, his works are what touches me most. seeing him live was quite exciting. but i think i can live without his autograph.

but i can't help wonder why i'm lacking in the passion. even jay. i like his music. i like seeing him live. but i wouldn't queue to get his autograph. i can't find the meaning of an autograph to me.

it's kinda baffling me. not the best thing to be baffled by while trying to stay awake.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

another psychology test.

yes i was at the site i was at last night again.. and now i just did this test and my results show that i'm

Global Personality Test Results
Stability (33%) moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.
Orderliness (53%) medium which suggests you are moderately organized, hard working, and reliable while still remaining flexible, efficient, and fun.
Extraversion (36%) moderately low which suggests you are reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive.


they also said that i'm
introverted, irritable, feels invisible, observer, depressed, does not enjoy leadership, reveals little about self, dislikes large parties, feels undesirable, does not like to stand out, submissive, suspicious, emotionally sensitive, not a thrill seeker, solitude loving, likes silence, fragile, second guesses self, negative, unadventurous, fearful, weird, focuses on people's hidden motives, paranoid, phobic, dependent, cautious, avoidant, semi intellectual
fwah.. quite zhun4 lor.. yah lah.. i'm chiak tsua-ing at work now.. "P hush k.

jogging stuff and notes about a horribly unhygienic thing

since i'm blogging, i might as well blog for the past week. yup. i didn't manage to find time to blog about my jog. how can??

damnit. everytime i see the words "dou jiang you tiao" my stomach would react. how can i still be hungry?

anyway back to last week's jog.

it was not bad. went to a different part of the usual park. ok. technically speaking, the park i go to is divided into two by a road. but they're both known as the Park. even though they're really two separate parks. it's weird lah. maybe one is called Park A and the other Park B, but really nobody knows.


so whenever i meet anyone at the Park, we have to make sure we know which one we're talking about.

i usually jog at the smaller park. let's call it Park East. (conversely, the other one will be henceforth called Park West)

PW was where my parents used to bring my brother and i when we were younger. it was where i learnt how to cycle. we spent a many sundays there. but we stopped going there after some time.

my memories of it, are that of a tree-deprived park. it was a pretty new park then. and most of the trees were really small, so i only remembered how it was freaking hot there. and i used to wonder why the park had no trees.

when i started the jogging in the park thing recently, i decided on PE coz my impression of PE was that it was shadier. and shade is really important to me when i live on this freaky sunny island. plus, it's a smaller park. i'm not fit. so tackling a large park isn't really on my agenda.

however, think PE is a little small when i try to jog for 3km. so last week, i decided to tackle PW.

it was ok. think it was coz i went jogging at a more decent hour. (ten plus in the morning. well, it wasn't noon). and it's really nice to be jogging in the (late) morning coz it's really less hot.

i found a water-cooler at PW! wow.. really must commend NPB. for one, the toilets at b o t h PE and PW are equipped with toilet paper. a n d soap!

my gosh. i was really amazed when i first stepped into PE's toilet and found toilet paper. toilet paper! in a public toilet!

and i was even more pleasantly surprised when i found soap in the soap dispenser. my gosh. i thought i'm somewhat in the wilderness. away from civilisation (eg shopping malls). but instead, i find soap here! and then to find them both at PW!

it irks me quite a bit when there's no soap in the soap dispenser in the toilets. sorry lah, i like to wash my hands with soap after using the loo. so, well done, NPB!

anyway, it was a pretty nice jog given the nice escape from the noon heat, except that i lost the distance markings somewhere at the 2km mark. faint.

partly why i like jogging at the Park is coz there are distance markings on the tracks. so i know how far i've jogged. being my first time jogging properly at PW i didn't know that the some of the distance markings are on the cycle track while the rest are on the jogging track. so basically i have no idea if i'd covered 3km in 25minutes last week. ah well, there's always this week.

at the end of my jog, i was just chilling at the car. eating a banana, gulping down water. and there was this fella nearby tweaking his mod car. (as in modified car). i suspect it's coz of initial d that he was actually tweaking his car in broad daylight at a public carpark.

i was minding my own business, happily devouring my banana when i heard this expulsion-of-air-sound. i looked up. (a truck was actually somewhat blocking the fella and his car from my view) and i saw a spray that was accompanied by another expulsion-of-air-sound. o h m y g o d.

the fella was blowing his nose. into the open. (i couldn't really see the guy. i only saw the spray. sic) i mean, some people do so (it's gross. it's unhygienic), but they at least aim for the ground.

this fella, was creating a projectile that was actually moving parallel to the ground!

he has truly redefined the term "nasal spray". my gosh. i was so so so disgusted. still am really. euw.


Monday, July 04, 2005

jung-enneagram test results

since i'm in a somewhat rotten mood, i've decided to waste my time and surf around instead of using my time more constructively. sheesh. when am i ever going to realise that my life is just disappearing away.

anyway, found this.

did a jung-enneagram test. the jung test is somewhat similar to the myer-briggs which i first did almost a decade ago.it it would seem that now, i'm a

INTJ - "Mastermind". Introverted intellectual with a preference for finding certainty. A builder of systems and the applier of theoretical models. 2.1% of total population.

OR a


ISTJ - "Trustee". Decisiveness in practical affairs. Guardian of time- honored institutions. Dependable. 11.6% of total population.

coz i tied the score at the N/S bit. think i used to be an INFP..

but really. w? no intellectual. w? is stupid and shallow k. and w? is damn undependable. what the..

as for the enneagram bit, they showed me this



Main type
Variant

huh? first you tell me i'm more (J)udging than (P)erceiving and now you're telling me perception (and invention) come naturally? huh?

and then they showed me this.

type score type behavior motivation
4 19 I must avoid painful feelings to be happy.
5 19 I must be knowledgable and independent to be happy.
8 19 I must be strong and in control to be happy.
1 17 I must be perfect and good to be happy.

i don't get it. so it would seem like i'd scored equally to be types 4, 5 and 8. so why did they just plonk the i'm a type 5 thing? the type behaviour motivation for types 4, 5 and 8 all sound quite accurate in my worthless opinion.

and lastly they showed me this. hmmm..


Enneagram Test Results
Type 1 Perfectionism |||||||||||||| 56%
Type 2 Helpfulness |||||||||| 36%
Type 3 Image Awareness |||||||||||||| 53%
Type 4 Sensitivity |||||||||||||||| 63%
Type 5 Detachment |||||||||||||||| 63%
Type 6 Anxiety |||||||||||||| 53%
Type 7 Adventurousness |||||||||||| 50%
Type 8 Aggressiveness |||||||||||||||| 63%
Type 9 Calmness |||||||||| 40%
my main type is 5
my variant is self pres





man. been losing my temper for the past couple of hours.

didn't help that i woke up at noon today. damnit. sleeping too much is a f-- disease.

didn't help that my brother's monitor broke down.

didn't help that he had to borrow my monitor during the weekend.

didn't help that i only managed to cad once last week. coz i didn't think it was nice to fight for my monitor with my brother. he is afterall back only on the weekends.as a result, i slept my entire weekend away. and thus, resulting in my oversleeping this morning.

didn't help that i've to send my brother's monitor to the repair centre.

didn't help that my mother stunned the paper with the address of the repair centre and its opening hours. pourquoi?? pourquoi???

didn't help that the family car was supposed to be gone for servicing but was only gone a f t e r i woke up. and back a f t e r my long leisurely swim. how was i to know servicing was possible in such a freaking short time frame?

didn't help that i'd wanted to swim today.

didn't help that i'd craved for attap seed + sweetcorn ice-cream after my swim.

didn't help that it's my laundry day.

didn't help that i'd wanted to send the monitor in for servicing today. i want to be able to use my computer on the coming weekend.

didn't help that it's a f-- heavy crt monitor that i have to lug all by myself to the car. and to the service centre. and the guys in the service centre, damnit did i really looked like i has having the best time of my life lugging that f-- huge monitor? would it kill you to help me with it? damnit.

didn't help that i only realised i'd forgot the warranty card after lugging the monitor all the way into the car. why the f- do i stay on the 7th storey?

didn't help that the roads are queer. a y-junction?? i thought raffles wanted roads at right angles??

didn't help that i had to make it to the service centre before it closed. i made it j u s t by a couple of minutes.

didn't help that my mom wasn't held up at work today.

so instead of cooking my lunch/dinner, i'm blogging.

i want to eat. i'm hungry. but i want to cook for myself (rather than have her cook for me).

i'm a picky eater. and i like to cook. i really don't want to bother my mom to cook for me when she has to cook for my dad and herself. (my dad's another picky eater. along with my brother. she has enough on her hands.)

and since i figured it would be kinder on my ears if i gave up the kitchen to her (late food = irritated father = endless nagging = worse day for w?), here i am blogging and chewing vigourously on gum.

i know i want to lose weight. but i'm hungry after my swim. and after lugging the f-- monitor. hmph.

due to the horrid rush i found myself in today, i actually drove most of my way back without wearing the seatbelt. no wonder it felt kinda weird. and to think i was somewhat speeding a little. (80-90km/h is considering speeding to my family. it is for the old car too. but hey, it really runs smoother after getting serviced! yummy..)

but i got to see dao mao today. after being mia for the past week, i've finally seen her!

think she was really thirsty. managed to turn on a tap for her to quench her thirst. managed to pet her for quite a while. seeing her does kinda makes this day a little less rotten.