whatever

Monday, October 31, 2005

drool drool..

eep! so chioh! but.. ex also. but coz ex, got free shipping!

argh. but why don' they have it in charcoal/pink when they show it in the blownup below???

evil humor

Friday, October 28, 2005

bitch on the loose

dear lady boss

i'm sorry if you're too dumb to figure out how to change the ink cartridge even when instructions are printed on the cartridge's packaging.

i'm sorry if you don't realise that by putting off the required change of the ink cartridge would cause the printer to flash a warning window on m y computer screen at every half minute interval.

i'm sorry if you're blind and didn't see me changing the ink cartridge just so i can get on with my work.

i'm sorry that i didn't inform you that i'd already changed the ink cartridge coz you didn't think that was important or simple enough to attend to. I really didn't think it was worth shouting to the world about.

i'm sorry if you can't tell if your printouts came out correctly. Seriously, do you actually think a bluish picture on your monitor would be printed out pinkish?

yours most sincerely
w?

btw, the bitch referred to in the title is yours truly not the lady boss.

ever have such a horrible day that you wish the day didn't exist?

i find myself so filled with bitchy thoughts that even i can't stand myself.

f- pms.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

entertainment

link 1

and to think i always thought my face is quite elastic.

and this was the one that started it all. click on the link that says "watch this movie!"

Sunday, October 23, 2005

made these the other night. was a pretty quick thing since i used a mix. just needed to add an egg and some soya bean milk (coz i don't have milk at home). but they're a little dry. think i shall try to make them from scratch next time.

corn muffins

meanwhile, guess i should post this link up. it's a new side project of mine.

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yesterday my brother surprised me when he revealed that he knew abt overheard in new york from my blog.

w?: i thought you "don't read blogs"

brother: think i was bored

he was sufficiently bored to read my blog? won't that bore him further? hmmm. kinda disturbing. have i been rambling on weird things? hmmm.


Thursday, October 20, 2005

they're taunting me

woke up an hour ago. spent half an hour to coax my body into jogging, the mind was very single-minded about this - today: jog.

got ready, warmed up, grabbed some change so as to buy some lettuce after the jog.

as i walked to the starting point of my jog, it started to drizzle lightly. f-. thought the weather forecast predicted thunderstorms in the afternoon? it's technically late morning.

turned around, bought some lettuce. drizzle seemed to have died out as i was walking the lettuce home.

got home, chucked lettuce, dabbed some lip balm (lips were peeling) tried to rush out of the door coz the skies looked like they were lightening up. sight before me: pedestrians carrying umbrellas?? squinted. it was drizzling again.

argh. f-. gave up.

so i took a shower. and i'm going to cook myself a nice omelette. hope the weather clears up later in the day/night. i want to jog.

i want

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

my umbrella matches my outfit today!

usually i feel rather drabby when i fish out my umbrella coz it's beige. according to my mom, that was the only color they had left for the super light umbrella that i like (which also happen to be rather fragile when facing strong winds). but today i can’t help but feel a little.. amused at how color-coordinated i am.

let’s review my list of things to do
  • check out 陈绮贞’s concert details
  • edit template
  • check out a couple of aki firms
not bad. managed to do the more urgent stuff. hope this keeps up.

jiak ba bo dai ji zuo

hope i got the hokkien right.

but seriously, i a m full. maybe i'd packed too much cereal. hmm.

today, i barely made it to work by ten. despite my decision to take a shower when i woke up late. the bus gods must be happy for some freak reason.

making to work before/by ten is a new resolution. partly coz the boss has decided to tighten the reins on part-timers like me. but when one has spent half the nightearlymorning tossing and turning and f a i l i n g to fall asleep despite being rather tired, a nice shower when one wakes up after four hours of sleep is the least one can do for oneself. as for the getting to work by ten, so far, i've more or less kept by it through out this month.

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and my phone's data cable seems to be working up. didn't manage to download the photos from my phone last night. hmmm.. worrying.
at least I suspect it's the data cable that's problematic and not the phone. I'm kinda broke (as usual). So don't really like the idea of having to replace a n y t h i n g. the phone kinda scared me for a while there this morning when i couldn't send any text messages out. as such, i had to ensure extremely brain-numbing pleaseholdwhileouroperatorsarebusylobbymusicandextremelyirritatingads. luckily the text messaging problem was resolved with surprising ease. suspect it was some problem with the telco. stupid telco. (poor thing right? resolve a problem too easily and i suspect they are causing the the problem in the first place) please let it be a mood problem.

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got quite a number of things i wanna do. let's make a list! (inspired by
this)
  • check out 陈绮贞's concert details
  • edit template
  • check out a couple of aki firms
think there's more. but argh. senility. let's check back at the end of the day.

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did i mention that i'm wearing a white polo tee with cream capris? all coz i feel like wearing my lime green slippers which aren't exactly the best friend of a walking girl's feet. as a day in nyc had shown me well and good. but i feel like wearing them.

as a result, i feel awfully PAP.

yes, i know my feet are ugly. i've got fat feet. just look at the slippers and imagine
a model's feet in them



Tuesday, October 18, 2005

buble concert

i only became a buble liker after catching a mini concert of his while i was in nyc. so when i learnt that he's coming to sg for a concert, i decided to go coz
  • i'll have someone to go with -- my brother, h e 's the buble fan.
  • it'll remind me of the times in nyc.
  • buble sounds better live
this is kinda late coz the concert was actually last monday. 10oct. but was kinda tired after the concert to blog about it. the fact that the roads were a mess and that the street directory i'd brought along was outdated didn't help. so here's my afterthoughts of the concert.

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i really enjoyed myself. true, he was a little rehearsed at times ("i can't do this anymore"), but i guess it can't be helped. i didn't realised that he's rather cheeky (yup, you heard right). don't think he really showed that side at the concert at rockefeller centre.

and i really love his voice. omg. do yourself a favour and catch him live. it'll change everything.

it was a pity that he didn't sing some of my fav pieces eg can't help falling in love. imo, i think he sings it sweeter than EP.

the ST reviewer's gripe was that he's overly pop rather than jazz. and that he hardly has any original works cept home (which happens to be one of my favs. when he sang home at rockefeller centre, i just melted. s w o o n). even then, home is more pop than jazz.

but then, is all this labelling really necessary? only his sweet mellow voice matters to me really.

loved it when he came running into the audience. but he was closer to me in manhattan. we were just.. 50cm apart (separated by a rabid middle-age fan. will tell that story when i post the photos up)

felt kinda weird streaming into the stadium with my brother amidst all these "adults" who were dressed so "adulty" ie in working clothes/in formaler wear. there i was, in a tee-shirt that'd probably look more like what a rock concert goer would be wearing, jeans and havaianas (coz i was trying to spare the scabs from my campers. they still happen to be residing happily on my heels today. sigh). but hey, at least quite a sizeable portion of the audience got up to dance when encouraged by buble.

i only joined in when the lady directly in front of me stood up and started swaydancing. felt a little self conscious coz i wasn't sitting in a super enthusiastic block. but when the person directly in front of you stands up to dance, you really have no excuse to be sitting on your butt!

and i'm glad i joined in. my brother too joined in after the guy directly in front of him stood up. but really it's kinda weird.. siblings swaying together.. eeer.. but, i enjoyed the concert nevertheless. sigh. can't wait for buble to come again. hopefully it's affordable again..



wet walk


just coz it's raining doesn't mean i can't take a walk after gobbling down my lunch in ten minutes. (i know you can hardly tell it's raining from the photo. mai hiam k. obsolete camera phone i'm using. which i happen to love)

but it does mean really really wet shoes. ah well.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

one of my new mustclicks. some of them might be lost on those not too familiar with the big apple (eg yours truly), but some are just funny to anybody.

this one is funny to those who knows something about starbucks (ie that sb sells coffee).

story

nearly a week ago, my brother told me a story about this guy in his army camp. whatever bit i don’t really remember/remember hazily i’ll put in brackets. which will be quite a significant bit coz i was kinda tired when he was telling me the story.

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there’s this NS(F) in my brother’s army camp who’s a rover driver. (a rover’s supposed to be a lok kok army vehicle)

a couple (or was it a few) months back, this NS(F) – let’s call him A, got into an accident and injured an elderly Indian man. (think A crashed into the EIM’s motorbike)

EIM was sent into ICU.

the army suspended A from driving and A was posted to a desk/admin job. A was facing some form of punishment. rumours had it that he might be sent to the detention barracks.

according to my brother that is somewhat equivalent to having a criminal record.

however, that was just pending. the SAF didn’t charge him officially. in fact, the SAF didn’t charge A for the next couple of months. SAF is going to charge A, but they just haven’t decided when.

in these couple of months, A sat at his desk worrying about his fate, EIM laid in his hospital bed recovering, and who knows what the SAF was doing.

later rumours had it that A might be brought to charge by higher powers? (didn’t get this bit. i don’t really get army jargon. think what my brother meant was that they might have involved higher ranking personnel dishing out the punishment.

the end result of involving higher ranking personnel somehow seem to involve a longer stay in the detention barracks or a more severe punishment than getting sent to the detention barracks.) so A was facing a more severe punishment. at least, that’s what rumours said.

months went by. the EIM was discharged from the ICU. yes. EIM survived.

A was still working at the desk. and SAF still haven’t made up their mind about charging A.

on 5 oct 05, A booked out on a weekday evening. went home for dinner with his family. afterwhich, he left and headed back to his camp.

instead of heading back to camp, he went to lim chu kang cemetery (which happens to be v e r y near his camp. i drive by the cemetery everytime i drive my brother back to camp), and hung himself (by his grandfather’s grave, using a metal chain – this bit was hearsay).

i’m really saddened by this. coz

  • it’s a true story.
  • i have had vehicular accidents. i know the burden of guilt. even when nobody was killed. or injured.
  • A committed suicide in spite that he d i d n ‘ t kill anyone.
  • A was just 20 (or younger).

some days when i pause and look at my life, i can’t help but think i’m really good at screwing myself. my life. is such a stagnating puddle of.. murk. but i don’t really think of ending it.

sure, i think of running away, starting afresh somewhere far and distant, but ending it, haven’t had that thought for a long while. i think it’s really partly coz i’m got a super low threshold of pain. and ending it all, involves quite a bit of pain. especially hanging oneself.

and the thought of A ending his life, it’s just so not worth it.

i really wish A’s family would pursue the matter with SAF, but i don’t really know if they’ve a case. and i don’t know if that would be on their mind at the moment.

but the thought that A might not have chosen to end his life if SAF did not take their time with charging him infuriates me.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

it's official

i've regained the weight i lost while holidaying in the states.

it's nothing but the freaking truth coz

the weighing machine says so
my jeans tell me so

damnit. i better jog more. didn't help that i missed jogging yesterday.

and i've better stop eating so much. damnit.



Monday, October 10, 2005

the horror

spend almost my entire waking existence today clearing my room. managed to gather a huge box (approx 900mm x 900 mm x 900mm), two bags, and two shoe boxes worth of stuff to give to the salvation army.

also finally got all my stuff (by stuff i really mean new clothes. of which, maybe 30% were secondhand. so technically, not really new. but whatever lah) out of my luggage and somehow found space for them in my wardrobe. which now looks like this



this is actually an improvement. too bad i didn't take a before photo. i was too spurred on with doing something today. strange. but good. but

the horror.

i realised that if i hang everything that's folded up, it would probably be twice the width of the photo above. maybe more? and most of which are tee shirts. argh. i suspect i can not do laundry and still manage to dig up clean clothes for.. at least four weeks. on second thought, i think i can survive up to six weeks.

won't have enough bottoms to last six weeks though. but even then, i have seven pairs of jeans. i f i've managed to get my brother to adopt one pair. otherwise, i have eight.

the horror.

but it was definitely a rather constructive sunday. it's been a month since i came back. i guess it's a nice way to remember the days.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

too long on the net. too long.

Instructions: Fairly obviously, mark the ones that apply to you.

[ ] I am bisexual.

[ ] I am homosexual.

[ ] I've run away from home.

[ ] I listen to political music.

[x] I collect(ed) comic books.

[x] I shut others out when I'm sad.

[ ] Open up to others easily.

[ ] Keeping a secret from the world.

[ ] I watch the news.

[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.

[ ] I own an ipod.

[ ] I own something from Hot Topic.

[ ] I love Disney movies.

[ ] I am a sucker for eyes.

[ ] I don't kill bugs.

[ ] I curse regularly.

[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.

[ ] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation.

[ ] I like Spam.

[ ] I bake well.

[ ] I would wear pajamas to school.

[x] I own something from Abercrombie.

[x] I have a job.

[ ] I love Martha Stewart.

[ ] I am in love with someone.

[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.

[x] I am self conscious.

[x] I like to laugh.

[ ] I smoke a pack a day.

[ ] I loved Go Ask Alice.

[ ] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.

[ ] I can't swallow pills.

[x] I have many scars.

[x] I've been out of this country.

[ ] I believe in ghosts.

[ ] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.

[ ] I am really ticklish.

[ ] I love chocolate.

[ ] I bite my nails.

[ ] I am comfortable with being me.

[x] I play computer games/video games when I'm bored.

[ ] Gotten lost in the city.

[x] Saw a shooting star.

[ ] I had a serious Surgery.

[x] Gone out in public in your pajamas.

[ ] I have kissed a stranger.

[ ] Hugged a stranger.

[ ] Been in a fist fight with the same sex.

[ ] Been arrested.

[ ] Laughed and had your drink come out of your nose.

[ ] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator.

[ ] Made out in an elevator.

[ ] Swore at your parents.

[ ] Kicked a guy where it hurts.

[ ] Been skydiving.

[ ] Been bungee jumping.

[ ] Broken a bone.

[ ] Played spin the bottle.

[ ] Gotten stitches.

[ ] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.

[X] Bit someone.

[x] Been to Niagara Falls.

[x] Gotten the chicken pox.

[ ] Crashed into a car.

[ ] Been to Japan.

[x] Ridden in a taxi.

[ ] Been fired.

[x] Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.

[x] Stole something from your job

[ ] Gone on a blind date.

[x] Had a crush on a teacher/coach.

[ ] Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.

[ ] Been to Europe.

[ ] Slept with a co-worker

[ ] Been married.

[ ] Gotten divorced.

[ ] Saw someone dying.

[ ] Driven over 400 miles in one day.

[ ] Been to Canada.

[X] Been on a plane.

[ ] Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

[x] Thrown up in a bar.

[x] Eaten Sushi.

[ ] Been snowboarding.

[ ] Been skiing.

[x] Been ice skating.

[x] Met someone in person from the internet.

[ ] Been to a motocross show.

[x] Going to or have gone to college.

[ ] Done hard drugs.

[x] Taken painkillers.

hmm. think not only do i spend too much time on the net/comp. i also spend too much of my living not doing a lot of things. hmm.

i wanna see what my brother bought from hk. pout.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

more evidence of a pathetic existence

just saw the results of a handwriting test while gobbling down my dinner. seriously, just because i cook, doesn’t make me good at it. more than half the time, i subscribe to the school of thought of “cook to live” (the classic saying being "eat to live vs live to eat").


made myself a vegetable soup. the choice of vegetables used was determined by what i could find in the fridge, and which particular veg looked like it has been in the fridge for too darn long. and hence the queer combination of vegetables i’ve used.

as for the other non vegetable-ingredients, they’re simply things i found in the fridge. oh, forgot to label some ikan bilis lookalike. but think they were too small to be seen from the photo anyway.

nobody, except for me would probably have a soup like that for dinner. so please, no matter what i write in the blog, don’t think i can cook.

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anyway, back to the handwriting test. the results.. are quite.. accurate? at least.. 75% accurate. apparently

  • Who? is very self-sufficient. She is trying not to need anyone. She is capable of making it on her own. She probably wants and enjoys people, but she doesn't "need" them. She can be a loner.

eh. i didn’t choose to be a loner. i, i, i, i’m a victim of circumstances.


  • Who?'s true self-image is unreasonably low. Someone once told Who? that she wasn't a great and beautiful person, and she believed them. Who? also has a fear that she might fail if she takes large risks. Therefore she resists setting her goals too high, risking failure. She doesn't have the internal confidence that frees her to take risks and chance failure. Who? is capable of accomplishing much more than she is presently achieving. All this relates to her self-esteem. Who?'s self-concept is artificially low. Who? will stay in a bad situation much too long... why? Because she is afraid that if she makes a change, it might get worse. It is hard for Who? to plan too far into the future. She kind of takes things on a day to day basis. She may tell you her dreams but she is living in today, with a fear of making a change. No matter how loud she speaks, look at her actions. This is perhaps the biggest single barrier to happiness people not believing in and loving themselves. Who? is an example of someone living with a low self-image, because their innate self-confidence was broken.

well, it’s true that i’ve a low self esteem. at least i’ve always thought so. whatever lah.


  • Because Who? has zigzag'ed shaped 'm' and 'n' hump, Who? is an analytical thinker. Her mind sifts and examines facts. She interprets all facts by separating them, breaking them down, and organizing them from a critical point of view. This pattern of clarifying facts contributes to her strong reasoning ability. Who?'s mind is constantly analyzing all situations that she encounters.

huh? ok lah.


  • Who? will be candid and direct when expressing her opinion. She will tell them what she thinks if they ask for it, whether they like it or not. So, if they don't really want her opinion, don't ask for it!

this condition is also known as tactless


  • Who? uses judgment to make decisions. She is ruled by her head, not her heart. She is a cool, collected person who is usually unexpressive emotionally. Some may see her as unemotional. She does have emotions but has no need to express them. She is withdrawn into herself and enjoys being alone.

as i’ve mentioned earlier on, i’m a victim of circumstances.

  • The circumstances when Who? does express emotions include: extreme anger, extreme passion, and tremendous stress. If someone gets her mad enough to tell her off, she will not be sorry about it later. She puts a mark in her mind when someone angers her. She keeps track of these marks and when she hits that last mark she will let them know they have gone too far. She is ruled somewhat by self-interest.

yes. i’m selfish. and conniving too. and yes, i can definitely 记仇. so don’t f—mess around too much with me

  • All her conclusions are made without outside emotional influence. She is very level-headed and will remain calm in an emergency situation. In a situation where other people might get hysterical, she has poise.

this is where i beg to differ

  • Who? will work more efficiently if given space and time to be alone. She would rather not be surrounded by people constantly. In a relationship, she will show her love by the things she does rather than by the things she says. Saying "I love you" is not a needed routine because she feels her mate should already know. The only exception to this is if she has logically concluded that it is best for her mate to hear her express her love verbally. Who? is not subject to emotional appeals.

again, i think this might be a little off.

  • If someone is selling a product to her, they will need to present only the facts. They should present them from a standpoint of her sound judgment. She will not be taken in by an emotional story about someone else. She will meet emergencies without getting hysterical and she will always ask "Is this best for me?"

yup. i am ego-centric. it’s a l l about me. me. m e.


  • People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Who? doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others.

har! that’s where you’re wrong again! i’m part blind. writing small will only drive me to blindness faster. and also, it really is determined by the pen i’m using. give me a broad nib writing instrument, and i go humongous. makes sense right?

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anyway, think i might decide to adopt a star system like this fish. yup. that's the blog i'm currently following. am reading the archives. am hoping to pick up some tips on how to move to the big city and clinch a job i love (yes, we're talking about t h e city. not the one i'm currently residing in). but then again, it's much simpler for her coz at least she's born in that country.

it sucks to be home on a sat evening, having queer vegetable soup and smelling like mosquito coils. damn you mosquitoes. damn you! i need my jackfruit chips.



sad life.

saturday evening. here i am trying to make an eps file look somewhat decent in photoshop. reading this fish.

and right after this entry, i'm going to raid the fridge. coz i'm definitely going to pay the supermarket a visit within the next.. 3 hours. a somewhat satisfied tummy will probably mean less impulse buys.

i lead a truly sad life indeed.


Friday, October 07, 2005

wasting time as usual. on a friday night no less.

after spending 4 hours staring at the computer screen, i’ve finally managed to get the previous blogskin back. ok. it’s an exaggeration. i’d actually spent the time

  • surfing ebay
  • surfing yahoo auctions
  • downloading one song
  • attempting to find out postage rates that my local post office offers --- near utter failure, still ultimately a failure though
  • reading a couple of blogs
  • refinding my blogskin
  • searching for free webhosting
  • attempting to ftp --- unsuccessful
  • uploading the images that i need to be hosting on my own for my blog. eventually after quite a while of tripping everywhere and falling flat on my face i'd actually succeeded in doing this. rather unbelievable
  • editting a little of the blogskin template html


so maybe i’d spent.. 2 hours trying to get the blogskin back. well at least now it’s looking somewhat a little shipshape.

added a few more links under the blogs section. some link to blogs of personal friends. some link to blogs which i read on a regular basis. and a few link to ny based blogs which i’ve chanced upon somehow and might decide to read more regularly coz they remind me of good times.

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free blogger templates

this is where i got my blogskin template from. i kinda like the retro one too. the aqua’s one not bad too. so’s the beach one. actually there’s quite a few i like. but i feel like sticking to my wintry one. so there.

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i’d chanced upon this really quirky piece of street art by Norman B. Colp while making my way in one of the mta tunnels. i’ve seen quite a number of things and experienced quite a bit during my one month in the states. and this is one of those that’d left an indelible mark on me.

pity i didn’t take photos of it. thank goodness for bloggers. at least now i can share this with my friends. erm, at least with those who actually read my blog. and i can look at it wherever i feel nostalgic.


Thursday, October 06, 2005

trials and tribulations

the blisters from my nyc memento have transmogrified into scabbed up gaps. am wearing shoes today coz i foresee myself doing a bit of walking. what i didn't foresee was the pain i was going to put myself through.

a walk to the nearest bus stop from home, a walk from the bus stop to my part-time work place, a couple of walks to the loo and the pantry proved too much for the scabbed up gaps. they had had enough of my lovely pink pumas. but that's only the scabbed up gaps. i love my pumas.

the 15-20min walk to the nearest pharmacy nearly killed me. i found myself

- clenching my fists from the pain i get with e v e r y step OR

- shouting out vulgarity. shouted out a vulgarity once coz i tried to relax and n o t clench my fists. but thought it was rather crazy to walk and shout vulgarities at apparently nobody so i started clenching my fists again instead. OR

- letting out cry of pain. by this time, my hands were too tired to clench hence the need to vent verbally. after my cry of pain, i was started to get a l i t t l e numb and tired from the pain.

the trials and tribulations i go through for my nyc memento.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

w? = bigfoot

upset.

the lovely pair of campers I bought from housing works are too small.

upset.

they fitted when I tried them on. but now they don’t! why?

they’re so chioh. and they’re such a wonderful memento. chanced upon them on my last day in nyc. they fitted then. but now they don’t! why??

first they’re blistering my heels. is my skin just super tender or do all footwear do that? I get blisters even when I’m breaking in havianas. what’s wrong with me??

next, my feet are too long/broad for them! why do I have such monstrously sized feet? why??

and my feet are freezing now. suspect the ac in the office is too darn cold. but it hurts to stuff my feet in my campers.

I love them! but they’re too small! argh!

I guess this probably means I’ll try to minimize walking today. i'm such a wimp. why do i have such low tolerance of pain?? f-

why??

here's a look at my beautiful campers


it's a rather weird design. kinda looks like footies. but i love the way the upper bit is sewed to the sole. giving you a "border"


plus the lovely off-white color makes my ugly fat feet look tanned! why did my feet balloon in sg?? how did it do that????


what shall i do? sell my lovely memento? argh! the torment! not to mention the pain of the blisters.

Monday, October 03, 2005

i swear whatever leg muscles i'd managed to developed while i roamed in boston/ny/nj/mi are turning back into f l a b. it doesn't help that i'm eating more than i used to, and not exercising hard enough.

why is it that my secondhand jeans fit so nicely when i'm walking, standing, is some vertical position (ie follows the outline of my ahem figure), but the moment i sit down, they threaten to split?

it's impossible to sit cross-legged. which i hardly do anyway. i'm more of a tuckonelegundertheotherknee person. but when i do that in this pair of nicelyfittingonlywheni'mvertical jeans, my legs will scream (by going numb) bloody murder in what, 15 mins?

i don't remember them giving me this much trouble while i was in the states. was it coz i hardly got the chance to sit, so when i did i could only savour the moment? or is it coz i've seriously grown fatter in my three weeks back in sg?

does this plague me and me only? i mean, this pair of jeans doesn't even cling on to me the way some othe, a lot of other pairs of jeans do to their respective owners (as i always see on the streets). how do they not suffer from some form of cutting off of their blood supply?

how??

well good thing though, kinda stopped me form snacking while in front of the computer today. but seriously why??

if not for JQ, i would not have known that it's possible to blog. just what is wrong with the menu/titlebarorwhacamacallit?

i guess i should also take some blame for not bothering to scroll down the screen. but when you get a jumbled looking thing after clicking "create", you can't really blame me for assuming the worse right?

have been feeling rather shitty for the past few days. perked up a little on friday when i managed to conjure up a chocolate fruit cake that was just chocolaty good..

here's a rather poor resolution photo of the l a s t remaining piece of choc fruit cake.
seriously, the photo does not do it justice. it doesn't even look this bad in real life.

but come sat and sun and i was back in my valley of gloom.

it all boils down to my inertia to slack. there's so much to do. and there's so little time. and yet, all i find myself doing is

- finishing hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy
- reading the newspapers
- watching tv

why can't i just do what i've got to do? it pisses me off that i know i've got to do it, but i just don't. it almost as if my silly little brain thinks i live in some alternative time-space axis whereby i don't age like the people around me.

hello~ are you there? your dreams are there, can you just try to move towards them? hello~ anyone there?