The art of blood vomiting

1. The worker came in at ten plus (almost ten-thirty) when you said to come at nine.

2. He placed the newspapers on the floor, and disappeared for at least 30 to 45 minutes.

3. He returned with a ladder, and got ready the paints.

4. He started sandpapering the wall ... a little.

5. He left again for many many minutes.

6. He came back after many many minutes and painted up down up down, and left right left right.

7. One room done, and it was almost twelve.

8. He left to wash the pail to pour in the new paint.

9. He set up the plastic sheet for the next room, then came out and tell us he had to go for his lunch break.

The art of blood vomiting is very easy. Calculate how much gallons of blood has been lost by now. The blood bank would be very happy to have all those blood.

Eventually we told him to give us the paint, which he tried to threatened us by not giving us the paint, but the superviser gave it to us nonetheless, the paint-brush (not so lucky there), and the ladder (he needed it). So ... at least we got the paint, and we shall paint it ourselves.

And before he is to go, he can jolly well mop the floor of his dirty footprints from all that walking in and out of the house.

10. He disappeared for many many minutes, and returned with pail and mop.

11. He started to mop the floor of the room when the sharp shrilling of his hp brought the house down.

12. He disappeared many many minutes to talk on the phone.

And he finally! really finally! finished mopping the floor (just a little bit of floor where he walked in and out)

The art of blood vomiting is too easy. We shall hold onto the papers and refused to sign them till we feel like it.

So there.

...

*****

Cobwebs and dust settle in my loft

Oh yes! *slaps forehead* I am the rabid fan of Xena's! heh heh.

*drool* .. *salivates* .. *wheeze wheeze*

:P

*****
It's a long story. Xena's was the second blog I read. One fine day, dear little Hammie told me to get myself a blog. I didn't even know there were such things as blogs, that there was a world out there. I used to have a nice little webpage, now defunct, of course, and it was quite fun doing it. So I was introduced to blogging, but it didn't really catch when I first started.

And it was mainly because it seemed so boring, and useless to have a blog.

Till I read Xena's ... and was inspired. And the third blog I read was Re-mi's. :P

And I've always felt that I am more of a reader, than a writer. And these two writers are really good at what they write. And it was kinda inspiring, and motivating. To read ... and perhaps to write.

And so I shall be the rabid fan. :P

*****
None of my friends do blog. I mentioned to them about blogging, but none was interested in taking it up. I guess it can be kinda dull if you are the only one blogging and no one else you know does it. Perhaps that's where one makes new friends, but it's still kind of intimidating to be blogging alone. Sometimes I wish some of my friends would blog, and it would be interesting to exchange reads and such, but I guess that is not in their interest. It's kind of like ... sad, I guess. Perhaps I might have given up on blogging if I had not read those two really good ones. Who knows ya?

Only Min from amongst my friends read my blog. But she doesn't comment, not does she really get involved. Except when sometimes when we meet she'll drop some stuffs about what I wrote about, and it always surprises me, because it is so damn strange, to hold a conversation about what one writes about in one's blog.

Hell, I don't even remember everything I write! heh.

And there was once, an old friend dropped a comment on my blog, and that was a really big surprise/shock. I don't think he reads my blog anymore. Thank goodness. Perhaps one day I shall write a little nasty things about him. I felt like doing that once but held back. :P heh heh heh.

Sometimes I wish I could revamp my whole blog to look like my little webpage. That brings back nice memories. I tried to re-do the template, but got stuck. Never did graduate from java and all that, only basic html. And basically I can't quite be bothered, I guess ... because blogs here don't go very far either, and I guess perhaps because those friends I have don't do blogs either.

For me, it's all about inspiration. It's all about trying to keep in touch with some friends I once had, who had slowly moved out of my social circle. Sometimes I do miss them a little, and wonder what they are doing. But nowadays I am so busy myself, that I can't quite be bothered to try to get in touch with them anymore.

Because they don't care ... and you stopped caring too.

*****
Once upon a time, a friend told me he was very grateful that we always made an effort to call him whenever he came back, and if not for us, he would have lost this tenacious friendship we had. I guess it's more Min and YS than me, for I might or might not have bothered. Now, I don't bother to keep abreast of this friendship anymore for it's not something really worth keeping.

Whenever Xel came back, I always made an effort to call her or she would to me. Now that she's working, when was the last time we spoke?

And to be very honest, I am tired of always being the one making the first move. My number has not changed. Call me if you want. I guess I have changed.

Perhaps when I have my house-warming, I shall make the effort to contact all those friends I had, and would like to see. Sometimes I missed the younger days, when we would play role-playing fantasy games together, have our chess/mahjong gatherings and food sessions. I do miss those days sometimes, but everyone moves apart sooner or later.

A little sigh doth escape into the air, but it's too soft to echo. Just a little sadness at the loss of good company and friends, but not sad enough for it wasn't too important. Memories that linger at the edge of the periphery, not too distinct to be able to catch and reel them in. Things of the past, shrouded in cobwebs, hidden behind the thick whiteness; vague, misty and slowly forgotten.

To write for a memory, to type for remembrance.

There's this thing about chaps

1. They cannot stand pain.

Just a little bit more than usual and you get all sorts of expression, verbal and physical, the wincing and all the works. Hey, I do sports/deep tissue massage one okie. That's the best way to get rid of all those knots in the muscles. I haven't even gone as much as 20% of what I usually experience, and there it goes again! :P Haven't you heard? Must beat pain with pain!

:P

I guess there's always the injection.

2. They don't wash the bottom of the dishes.

Overheard from friend telling her boyfriend.
Girl:Leave it, I'll wash them up later.
Guy (so sweet) replied: You prepared and cooked for the whole day, let me do it for you.
Girl retorted: Yeah, but you always never wash the bottom of the dishes, then in the end I still have to do it.
Guy: ...

Sometimes I find that the bottom of my pots still got stained marks. :P

And sometimes when everything is nicely washed up and cleaned, I found the cover of the pot still sitting at the cookery, unwashed.

:P

3. They like to sleep in the daytime.

Friend tells me her boyfriend never wakes up before noon.

And when the sun comes out, he would always want to draw the curtains, switch on the aircon and cuddle a bit more in bed. And spend the whole night wide awake.

Look who's sleeping after lunch now. :P

4. They don't put things away or complete things properly.

Actually they do, after a big pile up occurs and you show your black face. Or you just do it yourself. *rolls eyes*

5. It's okay if they damage their toys themselves.

Be nice about it, and you have one up against them next time you damage their toys. :P

6. It's very easy to make them happy by making sure they don't go hungry.

Always feed them on time, with something simple, nice and home-cooked, and they're yours forever.

The same goes for cats as well.

heh heh.

How true are they? :P

Sharp be thee eye

Point number one. Still very little water.

Point number two. Deflating.

Point number three. Got to make it easier. Easier. easier.

Point number four. Finally found that elusive one.

My backside actually hurts.

:P

Was it a stormy night?

The night is quiet and the air is still.

On a moonless night like this, Snoopy would be sitting at the top of his kennel and typing out ...

It was a dark and stormy night ...

*****
Well, it certainly isn't a dark and stormy night right now. The streets are brightly lit and from time to time, a car or two would turn into the small street down below. The quiet night would be awakened by the heralding of the siren on a police car, or perhaps that would be the fire-engine going off to rescue some naughty cat which had climb just a little too high. Do firemen resuce cats here?

5 more questions for the first section. Damn.

I could see the traffic lights, turning green, orange, red ... then back to green and it's mersmerizing watching the blinking of the yellow light on the pedestrain crossing. The mind is quite numb from searching through banks of questions, and one just pluck out the words from the air onto the keyboard, for the fingers are the ones still sane, not the head. I can feel eye-bags forming under my eyes, and the fingers still go clicking clicking away totally detached from the rest of the body.

Imagine ... moving fingers ... without a body.

Not something one wants to think about on a lonely night.

Even the clock is silent, for the drone of the air-con serves as background music, while the clicking on the keyboard continues to tap out the melody of the silent night.

There are some strange things afoot tonight. The neighbour called to wonder about the strange and unusual fate of the water supply. Was it because of the new desalination plant? Is something terrorising us which we are unaware of? Or was there it because of all those magnetic fields one see in sci-fi which is finally coming to reality?

Speaking of which, on the news today ... the announcement regarding the desalination plant doesn't sound very promising. 'We try to follow as closely as possible to the guidelines of WHO' or something like that, which may read as extremely dubious. And certainly no more talk on our unusual toilet water too. heh.

Oh well ... a short break is good, but work beckons.

Woe betides the unfortunate

Bad things always come in pairs or threes or whatever.

Bad tidings indeed.

Dear hubby banged up the car. There is a sudden disruption in the water supply. I am not getting on very well with my work.

When such unfortunate accidents happen, one has always got to look on the bright side of things.

In the first case, at least no one and nothing was involved. Thank god hubby is all right, though a bit shaken. I blame the overworked and lack of rest dear hubby has to endure everyday. It really sucks when the working hours are long. Too long. And sometimes one does get disillusioned with the people and the system. Poor dear. How could I be angry with him? Will give him a big big hug later. :)

In the second case, at least I managed to wash my hair. heh heh. Shampooed and conditioned and everything. Good thing that. Else I'll definitely be like she in the picture of flowers to Xena. :P

In the third case ... well .... procastination, procastination, procastination ... You see, the thing is that smart and intelligent people are often most times lazy as well. Extremely. *bleah*

*****
I missed my friends online in icq whenever I have to do long tedious work on the computer. There used to be HY or LY to talk to, or even Wen would be around, and some other people, but nowadays there's no one at all. I have to multitask when I do work, for it relieves the boredom somewhat. And the brain doesn't get twisted so much with all those scientific jargon. No one goes on icq anymore. *sob*

So I end up writing more junk here.

*****
I have been blogging for a quite a while now. There are many things that I would like to write about, if I could. But there are many things which I have to hold back, because the blog is too public and too dangerous a place to be too honest. Some thoughts are best left as secrets, and secrets are best kept locked in the heart and perhaps to be forgotten. Words can be dangerous, words can be used against you, and being too truthful with your thoughts can leave you vulnerable to attacks by devious people.

I've learnt to keep my mouth shut, and ears and eyes open. Watching, waiting ... and unfortunately for me ... forgetting. :P Perhaps that is how it is, to be immune to gossips and to avoid being targetted. Keep to yourself, keep a low profile, and just be happy doing what you like doing.

Sometimes one is tempted to reach out and be involved in things. Sometimes one is tempted to put a picture of oneself up and make new friends. Sometimes one is tempted to try to meet Xena and other bloggers for they are so interesting and funny and unusual. But perhaps one needs to dangle a juicier carrot. :P

Gone were the days when I was so adventurous where I would just about meet anyone and everyone just for the fun of it. heh. I wasn't wild or anything, just bored. And boredom is a fine carrot to salivate to. There weren't any regrets, and the best of it all, I made some wonderful and really great friends whom till now are still close friends. Life is so strange sometimes.

Perhaps it is just that we do have something in common. :)

*****

Suffer thyself

It has become an extremely bad habit to do everything at the lastest of the minute. So why do I do that again and again and again?

Basically I guess I'm an extremely last minute person. Can't do anything until the sense of urgency is upon me. And so I am to suffer today and probably tomorrow as well.

My eyes are tired, but they cannot close. My eyes are red, but they cannot tear. My eyes are tired but the brain says go go go. No rest for the wicked.

*****
So I take a short break before I continue my marathon of work. Work, work, work. It's a love and hate relationship. I hate doing it yet I enjoy doing it. If I have more time, but that wouldn't have help because I wouldn't have done anything with the extra time.

doh

Project X

You know ... just so as to have something to blog about.

I'm bored. No more Xena's blog to read. And the only blog left worth reading is re-mi's. I just have to say that. :O

*sigh*

So ....

Did I mention I hate sewing? Finally finished the last mitten, and it's really a chore to stitch everything together.

*sigh*

Just don't look at them stitches too closely. :P Maybe I should have taken up hubby's offer of help. He definitely sews better than me!

But eventually things get done. :)

And I tried to do the 'ribbons', made by doing twisted cords.

1st attempt, 2nd attempt ...

Whoops too short! :P

.
.
.

And finally here is the complete set!


Pretty in pink. I hope A likes them for her baby girl. :)

And yes yes I know, the booties are smaller than the mittens. It's not a perspective error. I made medium size for the rest after completing a small size booties. Because small looked really ... well, tiny. Yes yes I know I shouldn't have done that. What? Redo ..*echo echo*? Nope, didn't hear anything. :P

Hmm, don't feel very excited about it though. Feel like youknowho and her many many pictures of exhibitions. *bleah*

heh.

I ought to be doing something more useful right now. But what the heck. :P

Next project coming up soon! :)

And I do hope Xena's blog will be up soon! I need entertainment! I need inspiration!!! *bleah*

Little things that make me smile :)

Joy is ...

when the lift door opens, and you see dearest hubby there.

He was late (as usual) and you rushed back hoping to catch him (knowing that he would be late). And you really did managed to catch him and got that hug.

:)

*goofy grin*

*warm fuzzy feeling*

heh heh heh.

Ark! ark!

I woke up this morning with a stiff neck, a stiff shoulder and a headache.

Blistering barnacles and thundering typhoons as Captain Haddock would say.

*mutter*

Hubby tried to help, and it is slightly better, but I need a proper massage soon. When can I have one?

*sniff*

I swear I'm worse than my students! All my homework all piled up, and no, I'm not starting any yet. heh.

Whoops. Cannot go out today and play. :P

*****
I finally finished putting all mine and hubby's CDs collection away neatly. And found that ...

I have two classic YoYoMa CDs. Hmm, does anyone want the extra?

I've also found the Stacy Kent Dreamsville. Thank goodness. :)

I got so many cds, some of them I've not even played at all!

Hmm, I wonder where hubby puts my music folder in the computer.

*****
One last mitten to go. :)

One piece a day, not too bad. Can't start on work unless I finish all those knitting. heh.

*****
Is Xena going to get a new blog soon? *waiting waiting* *hophop*

Or not to exist?

Xena's blog has been shut down. Poor thing. I can understand how that feels. Well, I don't get to read her blog either! Poor me too. heh.

Well seriously, I hope she gets someplace to blog soon. It's so boring without her blog around!

So to cheer her up, and since I don't have her email addy, here are some flowers for her! Can't find anything on ice-cream though. Damn weather is sooo hot!

To Xena, :)


Don't say don't have. heh

*****
I need to jump into the pool later.

So very hot! Ironing in such a hot weather in an air-con room is still too hot!

Hot hot hot!

*****
Ten centimeters!!!

What have I gotten myself into?

And the pattern isn't as easy as it could be. Not the usual knit and purl kind. What slip stitch, double stitches etc etc.

My left hand is definitely atrophied.

To exist

A need to write. Because I'm alone at home. It's a lovely day, but rather stressful thinking of the things not done.

A need to clear the head of thoughts.

A need to start focusing on the important things.

No, I'm not feeling lonely. Just being alone tends to cause the head to whirl more than usual, espeically if one's feeling just a little stressed.

Just a little stressed because those bloody workers aren't doing the painting yet and the room is in a mess. I want my piano. I want to do more unpacking and put away more things. It's the last of my hols.

Just a little stressed because there are many papers to set, and I've not gotten into the mood to do any yet. Three full papers to be exact. How cruel.

Just a little stressed because it's the last day, and I wished it would be longer. Just a little longer to enjoy it, to wallow in laziness.

Just a little stressed because I need to plan what to do for the day else I'll be wasting the last precious day I have. Again.

*sigh*
*****

Monologue coffee night

So sad. Opponents resigned on me rather than let me torture slowly. *sigh*

So all I'm left are the difficult games, where I have to really think. Where's the fun? None too enthusiastic now.

*****
I shouldn't be drinking coffee I guess, but mom's coffee smelt really good this afternoon. Unconsciously, I reached out and before I knew it, I told her she had better make herself a new cup, for there wasn't much left for her. heh.

I like her coffee, very very sweet. 2 teaspoon of sugar and 3 teaspoon of condensed milk! heh heh heh.

And what's wrong with drinking coffee anyway? Mom said that when she had me she drowned cups of coffee everyday. So here I am, extremely hyperactive and wided-eyed and alert about everything going on around me. :P

*****

There, my pair of booties are done! :) Well, except for the twisted cord ribbon to tie around it, which I haven't made yet. It's supposed to be a sweet pretty pink, but the colour doesn't turn out very well in the photo. And it's really tiny! Hmmm.

The booties are for my neighbour's expecting baby. :) I'm starting on the bonnet and will finish with the mittens. Can't do too much in a day! Hand hurts.

I'm trying to be more friendly I guess. It's kinda strange for me to be so friendly. Normally I would have kept to myself and would have ignored everyone on the same floor ... but sometimes it's good to have more friends.

:)

I guess the latest craze for me right now is knitting. All my interests come in periods. :P None of my friends do knitting though, what a pity ... it would be nice to have someone to share patterns and talk shop about. Oh well.

Coffee doesn't seem to be working very well ... sleepy sleepy.

Pretty pretty?

Like two hours later ...


I'm so proud of myself! :)

Now was that the most difficult pattern in the booklet?

Isn't it pretty? :)

Oh dear

So I've bought my wool and needles and patterns and everything else I need. :)

After the 3rd row, I realised I am still a noob.

Darn.

How to do psso, yfwd?

Gee ... I never graduate to that!

And my all rounda book (or so I thought) doesn't seem to be very clear on that.

Shucks.

google ... google ....

.
.
.

And I found this. Yippee! :)

Everlasting hyperactivity

Opponents are playing too slowly. Winning games have won.

*whine*

Have played bricks of egypt until sian.

*whine*

Need more cracks.

*whine*

Bored.

*whine*

Have cooked three meals today: breakfast, lunch and dinner.

*sniff*

Tiring man.

*whine*

sian.

Can't be a full-time housewife. Bored to my ears.

*sigh*

What's next?

Things that I go gaga about

Jo Sharp.

baa baa baa ...

Ohhh, I love her new books, I love her new wool!

*droooool*

So expensive though.

*sigh*

*****
Maybe I should just finish my last knit project which is like sitting in the cupboard for ages.

Did you see her new pastel coloured new wool?

baa baa baaa ......

Beautiful eh? :)

*****
Xena's blog is down again. There goes my daily addiction. And just when I added an interesting blog onto my list, he doesn't seem to be writing either.

baa baa baa ....

*****

Domestic Cretins

Note to self: Paper will catch fire in the oven! :P

Where are you going?
Where do you come from?
Show me to your lair,
So that I can build a wall for you.
~from The Extermination of Ants, Chapter 43

*****

Taking stock

Three freaking hours to clean three bloody toilets!

Next.

$#*&@

*****
One board resigned ....

next.

:)

*****
Cats are lovely creatures, nicer than dogs. Cats are neat and cool, and they can be affectionate in a certain charming way. Dogs are just way too silly and juvenile. You know, they show they like you by salivating all over your knee. But cats would rub against you and purr their contentment.

If they like you.

But if you forget to feed the cats, beware thy warth!

:P

*****
3pm. Prepare black chicken soup

4pm. Prepare dinner

Now: rest.

And where are those bloody workers to do the wall?

*mutter*

Nothing to do?

The cleaning auntie is finally here. Hubby rolled his eyes and told me that it must be a women's thing to have to put things away before the cleaning auntie gets here. So it was. I was up and awake early in the morning, tidying up the place. hahaa.

Tea does wack to my system. Had only three hours of sleep and is as bright as a bean.

She's washing the toilet right now. I feel like vacumning the floor while she's at it. Hubby stares at me as if I've gone mad. :P

So what do I have left to do?

*****
1 hour 30 minutes later ...

She is finishing the first toilet.

I had vacumned the rooms, swept the yard, kitchen and hall, folded the clothes ... and practised the first 10 bars of Canon in D.

Of the past ...

I don't think I'm really a chess fanatic. It's more of a periodic cycle. Just happened to have a few interesting games which caught my attention.

:P

So I picked up the violin tonight and tried to play a familiar tune which I overheard on the radio. Cannot make it. Need to look for a teacher. Bloody familiar tune singing in my head. I'm sure I have the score some where .... where is it?

*sigh*

Running low on fuel, effects of tea is starting to fade.

*****
It was interesting to read about their blogger meets. :) And all their thoughts and description after that. heh. I feel like an outsider looking into a fishbowl, an intruder lurking at the side, waiting for the next installment of the story. heh heh.

:)

I used to mudd when I was studying. There were the usual mudd gatherings, but I never went to any. When I mudd, I concentrated on killing monsters. Never really bothered to socialise or got very close with any groups. My friend introduced me to it and she had her own party and outings and stuffs which somehow I wasn't invited to. Perhaps I was simply a late starter, and I had my own 'guardian angel' who wasn't very popular with the normal gang.

But I did meet up with people, on a somewhat small scale. I met up with Hammie, but that was because of LY which was because of HY, and that was because of JH. And I met up with a whole bunch of people after that, and that was because of astronomy, weiqi, music and writing stories. I met up with hubby, and that was because of chess and music and cats. I met up with Wen, and that was because of interest group - food gatherings, then yoga then travelling. How strange life can be.

I can count HY as one of my closer friends, but I lost touch with JH. I still see LY around on icq, but I hardly talk to her. She and I were close once - piano, badminton and astronomy. It really takes effort to stay in touch. I've lost touch with the whole group of weiqi people, but I was never really good at weiqi. We used to play badminton together and it was fun smashing shuttercocks into each other. :) Hammie introduced me to blogging, I read his blog sometimes ... but I've nothing to say to him too. :P

Nowadays friends which I still keep in touch from the old days ... HY - because he's the main source of my yahoo games cracks. heh heh. Wen, because somehow we just clicked rather well, and she's a loyal friend, if nothing but getting me to spend more money on shopping. :P But perhaps we too are moving apart, as she has more friends from her doggy gatherings, while I become more domesticated. :P Only those two left from the past.

...

Perhaps it is time to move on too.

*****
Got a new pair of pretty ear-rings. :)

And a brand new hair cut.

My head feels so light. yipee!

*****
Min, myself and Lin met up over the weekend. It's been a long time since I saw Lin. She's ever the workaholic, going back to work after lunch and movie. Somehow I felt conversation with her getting difficult, for we now have very little common things to talk about. I think it has to be me, for when one becomes domesticated, one's world would shrink.

What do we talk about anyway. Her job, her ambition, her travels .... it's so hard to keep up. Our common interests move apart ever so slowly. We can't do many things together anymore. Perhaps that is also so with YS. Nothing to say to her. :P

People change as they grow older. Perhaps more so for me as all my girl friends I know are still single. Perhaps a few more years more, and we would have no common interests anymore.

Domesticated people like me simply gets more boring. :P

Happy times

Listening to Mischa Maisky on the cello, CD titled Apres un reve on my iTunes, because the rest of the music are not organised yet.

Beautiful lovely music that is. :)

Eating huge sri lankan crabs. I like my crabs steamed, lightly steamed and served hot, not those cold crabs. It doesn't seem to be a spore thing, this steamed crabs, people usually have them either black peppered or chillied, but I just loved it steamed. Hubby's friends had never eaten steamed crabs before! Goodness. They thought it was nice too. heh.

Maybe it's a Malaysian thing.

Makes me mouth water thinking of going back there to eat all those seafood.

*slurp*

Nothing beats listening to lovely music and winning somewhat at chess, although looking at the way I'm playing currently, winning games are becoming rather dubious.

I hate it when I have to think too deeply. :P

Banzai!

There will be no lessons tomorrow!

All say after me. Banzai!!

There is no work on Thursday!

All say after me. Banzai!!!

heh heh heh.

Good God, I do sound so depraved. :P

But I am in a good mood today, because of what one student said to me, that he found my lessons so much more fun, and that the other one was so boring.

heh heh ... or should it be ... snk snk snk. :P

And there are always some of them who would want to stay back and hear me impart 'wisdom of pearls', though at my age, what wisdom can I impart? I love answering their questions though, if they do ask intelligent ones, and sometimes it's always nice to talk to them about the science and nature around us.

I had promised to teach them to grow crystals, and it warms my heart to see them so enthusiastic, but I'm procastinating it, because I had been unhappy with the ugly ones. What am I to do? For the kids' sake, I would do it ... wouldn't you? *sigh*

And it only takes a handful of them to truely appreciate you to make you sometimes forget about the miserable days. Oh well, we all do know that life is not a bed of roses. Even dear hubby has that, so all the more important that one shows appreciation to one's love ones, because sometimes it is just that smile or hug that truely makes everything worthwhile.

:)

Ponder of the day: how good is bird's nest anyway?

Bullying.

All of a sudden, there was a strange whooshing sound. Did I just overboiled my soup?

I could still see the sparkling lone star, there wasn't much clouds ... but it was raining.

Strange.

Here are my winning games ... but one shouldn't gloat too much, especially if the game's not ended yet.

Oh well ... I was stressed. heh heh. :P





Look ma ... One WHOLE rook up!! In both games! hahaha. Teach me how not to gloat. :P

It's too early, you say? :P

And two more games with one WHOLE knight up!!

*bleah*

Funny memories imprinted

Sometimes these just come into the mind ...

how hubby's friend ran to the water feature after his swim because he thought it was a cool wading pool to soak the feet.

the look on dear hubby's wickedly grinning face as we ran the car over the 'goal-post' slippers on the road of boy who was dismally staring at our car.

the priceless look on dearest hubby's face when he opened the door after he looked through the peep-hole with me eyes right over it staring straight back through the hole.

:)

Hungry thoughts

When you are quite hungry and you are simply waiting for some more time to pass before you start preparing for dinner, and staring at cookbooks doesn't help to satisfy the hunger, sometimes it's good to not to think so much but blog about it instead. :P

Gee, I have been doing yoga for like five(?) plus years. Wow. Somehow I still never really seem to be very good at it.

Such as arms are still too weak to support myself completely in handstands.

Or like my hamstrings are still too tight to do forward bends completely.

What have I acheived, if at all?

The peace and serenity in the doing of it all. That feels enough for me, though I really do need to work harder on those damn hamstrings and arm strength! :P

I remember a long long time ago, Xel asked me to join her for tap dancing ... or was it ballet? I promised her I would, after I get some flexibility from yoga. I really wanted to sign up to do ballet ... just to be a little more graceful, rather than being a yellow duckling. It had been five/six years ago, and here I am, not doing any of those dancing yet. Perhaps deep within, I'm just not too keen at all.

Instead, I picked up the violin. :P heh heh ...

Which is now sitting in one of those numerous cupboards collect mould and losing its tune. Perhaps I should look for it later, and ... ahem, play a little tonight?

There are just so many things to do, and time passes by too fast. The dreams one once had disappear in the spiral of time. Lost and forgotten, twirling away far far back into the pot of desires. I do wish ... but wistfully, no longer urgent or really wanting. It fades away quietly.

Blatantly showing off

You know, sometimes a gal got to do what a gal got to do.

Especially after an awful day at work, where you feel worse than a cockroach, trodden and slighted upon, and you just feel so crappy afterwards, you just wanna sit in a corner and cry and feel sorry for yourself.

Then these are the little things that kinda cheer you up.

:P


Here's the game where I'm still trying to fry the liver. Do you think it's going to work? :)

Life's like that

The things I missed:

1. practising handstands, doing all kind of twists and the backbends. It's getting harder to do shoulderstands and headstands as well.
2. blading, ice-skating, cycling, jogging and swimming.
3. shopping
4. sashimi

:(

Lunch today was a packet of chocolate pockey, some cherry tomatoes, and now nibbling on a bar of Lindt wafer. There's no point trying to cook something for myself right now, as dinner will soon be ready in a couple of hours time.

Let's see, dinner tonight:
Chicken with dried chilli
Variations on a theme of mushroom
Egg?
Soup?

I'm quite sick of Chinese style cooking. But I'm too lazy to get all the special sauces and what have yous for those western style cooking. Oh well ...

Present state of mind.

I had been sleeping soundly a while ago when I was rudely woken by a phone call by Wen from Hong Kong. She has been delightfully shopping left, right and centre, because things are slightly cheaper there. Oh no ... I won't be tempted, not at all ... well, just a teensie weensie tempted :P for I've asked her to check out some stuffs there for me. heh heh.

Really really tempted lah. :P

But okie, the difference isn't really very big, but I feel so deprived of shopping.

*mutter*

And suddenly I found that I couldn't get back into my state of sleeping.

Wish I were there shopping too.

:P

*****
The best thing is life is when suddenly dearest hubby told parents to hold the lift because he forgot something, and ran back to give me the very much needed hug.

:)

:) :)

Gloomy Friday

I guess there are days when one feels down in the dumps. Today feels like one of them. Very much so. When you feel sorry for yourself and envy others of what they have.

*sigh*

One little thing at a time

After another particularly bad day today, where I didn't even have time to go to the toilet or have lunch ... *sob*, plus some bad news ....

it's really quite overwhelming to come home and find that
a) there are dirty dishes waiting to be washed in the sink.
b) I have to clear hubby's lunch away (throw away plastic bag)
c) clothes are stewn on the floor.
d) house is dirty.
e) I have to prepare dinner soon.

But you know, sometimes you just have to take things in stride. One little thing at a time. Just one little thing at a time.

1. Wash the dishes. That takes 5 minutes.
2. Take out the chicken which was half defrosted and thaw it completely.
3. Throw away dirty plastic bag of hubby's lunch. :P heh.
4. Get a quick cold bath to really cool down.
5. Pick up all the clothes and sort them out to soak later.
6. Start preparing dinner.

And before you know it, things are looking up! Yay. And of course dear hubby does indeed feel a little guilty and helped me out somewhat when he came back. :P

heh.

And so another busy day coming to an end, and I get to sit down and read a little and to write a little.

And it feels good to get things done, to forget about unhappiness at work.

I was thinking of writing about what made me upset, but decided that it's not worth writing about it, or ranting about it. Because there is nothing I can do, it's just that way, and there's no point asking why or trying to change things.

Perhaps if you are truely interested, I might tell you about it one day. Then again, it wouldn't matter anymore ... would it?

I shall now declear a break and play chess. It can be destressing sometimes especially when you're winning on easy games. heh heh.

Little things over the weekend

One of the most telling reason why I went with Wen to the market again is really for the breakfast.

heh. I kinda like the breakfast there! And it really doesn't do much to give Wen a lift. Though sometimes I really feel like lazing a bit longer in bed. :P

And besides, most of the time, Wen is good company. Sometimes one has to take some effort to keep friendships close. Otherwise, it is so easy to drift apart.

Besides there are always delicious mangoes to buy. :P

Hmmm, what should I ask her to get for me from Hong Kong? ;P ;P

*****
They fixed the floor pretty all right now. I guess we shan't ask for the moon but accept their work. I insisted that they mopped up the place after that. That saves hubby the mopping, so dear hubby was of course happy to supervise then. heh.

Now for the walls. Just the really more obvious cracks.

At least I feel at peace when I get home.

And that means back to ironing. bleah

*****
We spent some time exploring our neighbourhood. These are the moments in life that are more precious than gold or silver. A slow romantic walk under the bright round yellow moon, gawking at the zoological exhibits and theme parks below us. To see the rhinos and sleeping lions and leaf-eating giraffes. To giggle and point at exhibit no. 5431 and grimace at the monkeys running around and climbing the trees. All because the windows were supposed to be misted, but somehow they didn't really work that way.

heh.

*****
We left all the street directories at home, and got hopelessly lost. At least I still had some sense of direction, somewhat .... and managed to impress hubby now and then with the correct direction. heh. It was a nice feeling to get lost together and it was definitely fun wandering about looking at the scenery. Nothing to be panicky about especially your loved one is with you.

We saw sand dunes and greenish yellow lalang fields. We saw strange UFO-shaped buildings and plain empty roads. There was a river runneth through, but it didn't look like it would stink, so where was all that smell coming from?

Still, this place is too small to truely get lost. All roads lead to home, and just follow the road with most cars on it.

:)

Little things that cheer me up

It was really really an awful day. Them kids are so terrible. I guess the best is just to ignore them and pray that the lesson ends quickly and that they will spontanously combust.

I really hate them.

And I really wish that one day they will run across the road and get knock down by a car. Those few of them. If I pray really hard, will my wish come true?

Why do they bother to come to school?

Why do adults bother to have children when they cannot take good care of them and teach them proper values?

Those few ought to be smothered in their beds when they were babies. What a pain in the neck.

I swore I will not get angry. I shall not get angry. Why do I bother to get angry? After all it is their own problem if they don't want to study, but they just have to make so much noise and can't shut up.

What shall I do next time? Just ignore them and don't bother continuing with the lesson. No one can hear me anyway.

Why do I bother preparing so many things for them anyway? What a waste of my time.

I wish I could do something to really teach them a lesson that they will regret their existence.

Brainless horrible worms.

*****
But these are the little things that cheer me up.

1. Step out of the building.
2. Clean up the kitchen and put away my new tupperware. :)
3. A big hug from dear hubby.
4. A nice dinner which was duly appreciated.

Hubby had a bad Monday too. But at least he didn't have to be annoyed by irritating pesky screaming noisy kids.

Thank god not all the classes are like that. There are still some things to look forward to.

:(

sniff sniff

*****
You know the place isn't a good place when they place the new teachers in the worst classes.

In my previous school, it wasn't done that way. Experienced teachers who truely understood those kids were given those classes and they knew how to deal with them. And there were a lot of support given. Special needs and special attention and special programmes.

Here, no one wants to teach those classes so the new people get them. What the heck. And people are just not friendly. They backstab you when they could, telling tales behind your back. I really dislike the environment. I really dislike the people there.

After more than half a year of teaching the NT class, I realised that the contents are really not suitable for them. Some of them can't even read properly, and most of them just aren't interested. The stuffs are just simply too theoretical for them. They shouldn't be staying in the class each lesson and made to study. Oh yes, they are streamed, but afterwhich, they are forgotten. Up there doesn't seem to understand their situation.

I cannot bring myself to their level. I cannot understand their horrible little world. I am not of their stupid low standard. I have not gone through their hardships. Their world is a totally different world from mine.

I do not know what resources there are to help them. The stuffs I prepare and have are for more intelligent kids who have a keen interest to learn. There is nothing I can fall back on to give them. There is no support from the place I work and from the people there. I do not know who to ask or where to find things. No one wants to bother about them. And neither do I.

Three more months to go.

Three more freaking months to go.

Little things to look forward to

After a really really bad day at work, these are really some of the little things I'm looking forward to:

1. Getting a much needed hug from hubby later.
2. Celebrate birthday with mom tomorrow.
3. Having dim sum with Min soon.

Must not shout must not shout must not shout must not shout must not shout

Tummy really hurts. :(

sniff sniff

Not motivated

Was thinking of going out after dinner to get a new swim suit. Dear hubby doubled up laughing when I said swim pants. Such a nice weather to get a swim. Such a nice weather to stay in and vegetate. Such a nice weather to do nothing at all. Which is what I would do.

Dinner tonight was potato soup (again) with pumpkin. Tasted a bit strange, but it was pretty all right after adding lots of pepper. :P Together with stir-fry soft bean curd with minced pork and prawns, and prawn-egg omelette. Pretty edible. Yesterday was fried ikan bilis, bittergourd with eggs and ginger pork. I think I should cook more vege.

How boring.

There's nothing much to do tonight. House is still messy so don't feel like doing anything at all.

How boring.

In the meantime, playing chess. Thinking how to fry the liver properly. heh. Opponent's queen didn't get trapped in the end, but I've managed the semi-royal fork. King and rook. heh heh heh.

It's fun when you're winning.

Easily too. :)

Yahoo game bricks of egypt is very nice to play. Unfortunately free one hour has expired. Anyone got the free version of the game? :P

Perhaps I shall go out tomorrow night instead. Need some motivator. Wonder who's free for dinner. *sigh*

Irritating brother

You know how irritating it is when your brother took your favourite chess book away without telling you and you need to refer it urgently later.

Gaa.

*****
Xena's server is down again, I guess. I think she needs to shoot her host, or at least get money back or else.

:P

*****
They're coming to redo the floor again tomorrow. This time the 'so-called' floor man will do both sanding and varnishing. Now we wonder, why didn't he do it in the first place rather than let the Indian workers do it? Isn't it more troublesome in the end? I guess the pinched-faced smoker of the sub-con has nothing to say. Ha.

We've reached the zen state now. We're just complain until they do it right. *shrug*

And it's getting there now. The floor is at least ... well, pretty good. Just need a little smoother will do! :)

*****
I forgot how to play the Marshall attack. I could remember it as a strong attack but I just can't remember how exactly it goes. Isn't it so irritating, plus the book not with me? :(

Wished I've paid more attention when I was learning that move last time.

One board fell for the fried liver attack. heh heh.

Another two boards by the same opponent but of different colours seemed to have his queen trapped. In similiar ways. heh heh.

From India the fried one. heh heh ... really! no no I'm not at all, you know. :P Just coincidence ya.

*****
My ear is still blocked. Extremely uncooperative today. And it feels kinda blocked but not really blocked right now. Good money down the drain. Cheh ... must complain to friend next time. Ask me go and see him end up nothing could be done ... and still have to pay.

Gaa.

Gaa. gaa. gaa... *bleah*

Repetitive strain injury

My fingers hurt. My hand hurt. My arm hurt. Ouch. I'm addicted to yahoo games. :P

That was yesterday. Couldn't blog about it after that. naturally.

There were new yahoo games, and I downloaded them and played each of them until the one hour trial period expired. So sad. I want more!

Good that I can't play too much then. heh.

*****
Feeling damn tired. No mood to do anything. What should I be doing?

1. Clear up the mess around the house a bit.
2. Wash the dishes in the sink.
3. Boil some hot water for tomorrow.
4. Finish some markings which I've brought home and back and never touch at all.
5. Make my move in chessworld.

What do I feel like doing?

Be a slug and slug around.

*****
Baby plays drums quite often nowadays. :)

There. I've finally mentioned it in my blog. heh heh. :)

Makes me tired. It's kinda nice I guess.

We were laughing ourselves silly trying out names for baby. :P We were quite bad, I'm sure baby could hear. There was one we liked, until a few weeks back, when I realised dear hubby's best friend's dog was also called that. Whoops. Perhaps we should shoot the dog. hmm.

Anyway, we have finally thought of one, but it's a secret. shhh.

*****
My friend offered to give me two days of MC for yesterday and today. Soooooo tempting. Sooo soooo tempting. Damn him for tempting me. But I can't, not for today, or I'll never be able to prepare lessons properly for the week. Ack. Just feel so tired nowadays. And there're so many things happening in the afternoon. Where can I find my rest? *SIGH*

Why do I feel like a damn guinea pig when he stuck the tube down my nose?

It was the first time ever I could breathe easily through both nostrils. It felt so strange, that I had difficulty breathing! Believe it or not! Ended up kinda breathing through mouth instead. So duh.

But my ear still gets blocked. Nothing doing to it. Oh well.

*****
Sometimes me wish that dearest hubby doesn't have to work till so late at night.

Other times it's good to go and tidy up the place when he's not around.

To work, lazy butt!

*****
A thought just came into my head.

What does it mean to love someone?

Loving him doesn't only mean accepting him as he is. It's not just about love, it's respecting the kind of person he is, and to be proud of him and everything he does. It's a lot, and sometimes it's hard to put into words. Not to put him up on a pedestal definitely, but to think of him dearly and to need him too. :)

I love my one and only one.

And sometimes in our busy schedules in our busy daily lives, perhaps we might take each other for granted, or forget about the little things that are more important than ourselves.

And something dearest hubby said to me today, and I just felt so very proud of him. *beamz*

And I want to remember it here. Everyday may seem mundane sometimes, but I'm glad he shares with me the things he does, that he thinks it's worth telling me about, and it brightens up my day just listening to him. :)

*warm fuzzy feeling*

:)

And you know what? The second best thing in life is to receive a call from him or an sms when he's not around with you.

:) :)

Of course the first best thing is to have him with you all the time. heh heh heh. *bleah*

*****
Latest news on yahoo. Another plane crash. Why are there so many plane crashes these few days? :(

Sleepy thoughts

It's nice to have the whole house to yourself. Peaceful and quiet. Sometimes it's nice to have parents around, or families, but the whole idea of living on your own is to be on your own. I can understand how it felt like to be staying with another family. It is really rotten. Poor thing.

My parents want to come over today to help me clean my place. Unfortunately we're getting them to redo the floor again. Yup that's right. Not passed yet. So house is still in a mess, and if my parents want to come over, who am I stopping?

It's nice that mom volunteers to cook for me, but somehow I feel like being alone at home today.

Women are so strange creatures sometimes. :P

Bored to the ears

Saturday afternoon.

A nice hot lazy shimmering afternoon.

Nothing much to do, don't feel like doing much. The streets are quiet, the birds are snoozing and the cat just wanna lie on the bed.

I don't feel like cleaning up the house, when it is still in a mess. My toes are prettily painted, so I don't need to spend another hour on them. The clothes are stewn all over the floor, but the toilet is filled up with boxes, and there's an excuse not to wash the clothes, or to vacumn the floor either. heh heh. Perhaps I should do more unpacking, but I'm not in the mood at all, certainly not on a hot dull Saturday.

Thinking of what to cook for dinner. Mom bought a pumpkin over. All the recipes with pumpkin seems too difficult to do. What am I supposed to do with it?

Dinner for tonight:
potato soup with mixed vege
broccoli with soy-lemon dressing(?)
chicken with pumpkin

It'll be nice to go for a really lazy swim. But I just don't feel like going out or going shopping.

Just wanna be a slug at home. Sluging hard to be a slimy slug. :P

Gleeful strikeback

Okie, nothing really happy about, really. Just that I felt that I've scored one with that pinch-faced irritating smoker of a sub contractor. So much for his bullshit. Oh yeesssh, he tried to bully his way to have the indian worker do the varnishing of the floor, but I was having none of that! Learnt from the experience of the neighbours who had to have the floor done twice after the indian worker did the first round. Oh no ... no no no. None of that at all. He could not overtalked me, as I persisted and stood firm. And reminded him all the past mistakes he had made which led to the re-doing of the floor this time.

Like, hadn't I insisted that they remove every piece of wood right in the beginning instead of patching a few here and there.

Like, hadn't we insisted that they were not to use glue but only wood putty.

Oh nooo ... indian worker is just as good as his workers. And he will be supervising.

Ya right. Get a non-specialist and it's no go. At least his workers are 'so-called' experts in the wood thingy.

And if they can't do it right, then you expect the plebian to get it right?

And if they can't get it right, then they just have to do again.

And again.

And again.

And hear from my lawyers.

Gaaa.

I could have swore right into his face, except it's really not ladylike, and in front of my dad.

I went down and looked for the main con, and she was on my side. Perhaps she had a conscience after all, for all these would not have happened if she had agreed to our requests right from the beginning.

Or perhaps it was the lawyer's letter after that.

Or all the neighbours' complains.

I dunno. Or maybe she felt sorry for us.

Seems that she gave that pinch-faced arsehold a talking to.

haha.

Yeeehar!

heh :P

*****
Ate too much last night and felt tummy extremely bloated.

Help!

Couldn't breathe!

Must really NOT eat too much.

Even though parents food are the most wonderful and the most delicious things ever. :)

And my parents are the most wonderful people ever.

Who else would come over and help me supervise all those work? Who else would help me mop the floor after that? Who else would cook a wonderful dinner later?

Although I was just a little annoyed with my father as he did not really 'supervise' those indian workers and they left the doors open and dust flew all into the house. I guess it only takes a woman to be that meticulous and detailed and fussy and bitchy when it comes to getting work done perfectly.

:P

Hopefully, all's well that ends well.

Time to prepare dinner.

Just another day

Xena seems to be gone. Her blog is not available anymore. I wonder if she's no longer writing or if her blog is temporary down. I hope she still continues to write, for her writings are one of the better ones, inspiring and entertaining at times.

:)

*****
Hubby seems to have done something to the computer. Nowadays a lot of things also cannot access. duh.

Hmm hmm hmm ...

*****
It was such a hot hot hot day today. My nice massage in the morning was negated after all the shopping after that. What a dodo I am. Next time shop first then get a massage. Did my nails too. Boring boring day.

I am a boring boring person. I quite like routine most of the time. It is steady, and sometimes just for the fun of it, if something unexpected happen, all the more interesting it is. Life is mainly boring and mundane. But it's nice to be living a life with someone one loves and cares about.

My feet aches. :P

I digress. It's still too hot to do think of anything earthshaking to write. It had been pretty boring these few days. Not boring ... just uninteresting. Mundane. Routine. Found I couldn't quite fit into my swimsuit anymore. Ack.

:P

So hot.

Must remember to finish the fruits in the fridge. Wen asked me if I've finished the whatthatcalled? the .. err ... fruit. haha. which we bought at the market at that time. Oh, we've finished the mangoes, the last one was almost rotting ... but not the other fruit. Whoops. I forgot all about it, must cut tonight. Still got a pear which have been in the fridge for ages ... and the kiwi ... and oranges and apples. Oh dear ... *slapes forehead*. I do hope they are still edible.

So here's to just another day, just another boring entry, wonder why I bother to write anyway, such a hot day ... tralalala.

duh.

Mood = grouchy

Extremely.

Because they came and mess up my house again.

And will do it again and again and again.

Because I'm the only one doing all the unpacking.

Because I've climbed up and down fifty times today carrying all those heavy books.

Because I have to wipe each dusty volume with a wet cloth myself.

Because I have to climb up and down the high stool to put the books on the top shelf.

Because the rest of the shelves aren't up yet.

Because guys do not see dirt at all, and cannot do hard labour.

Because I'm sick of nagging.

Because I want to buy my pretty ear-rings.

Because I hate the people at work.

Because it seems that no one can clean as clean as I, and the only person who surpasses me as my mom.

Because I'm becoming a cleanliness freak.

Because my ear kept going on block.

And finally because I'm just sick and tired.

So there.

Grrrrrrr.

*****
So shopping was fun over the weekend. I used Min's gift to get myself a very pretty set of Japanese tea-cups. Unfortunately teapot not included, so I have to get a nice one myself sometime.

Perhaps the rest who haven't bought me anything yet might want to consider. :P Min: Go hint to them!! I'd like an English tea-set as well. Gee. I do like tea-sets a lot! :P

I've also got myself a big tanya(? too lazy to check spelling) pot to do double boiling. And a small one for the inner pot. I think it is too small, I'll know when I next cook the black herbal chicken.

Also got my nice expensive frying pan. heh heh. Not expensive after using all those vouchers. Must exchange for more vouchers!! There are still a few things I'm eyeing. Oh greedy!

Over the weekend, I've experimented with cooking herbal black chicken. It was a tight squeeze in the ginseng pot I got at somewhere (you know where it was supposed to be the 'cheapest' but I found Tangs selling same thing more cheaply!!) So duh, I got hubby to return the pot and get a refund, because I was so absolutely pissed. And we only managed one cup of soup after the tight squeeze. I'm afraid the new pot is even smaller. Gotta go Chinatown sometime!!

*haiz*

Me and my perfectionistic view of having things. :P

The herbs were bought in a packet. I think next time I'd rather buy my own herbs myself and do the concortion on my own. Probably will taste nicer too. Yesh, I am THAT fussy! :P

So we shopped till my feet hurt. It was so exciting to buy things, but somehow when we got home, it seems that there weren't many things that we bought. I could have sworn that the amount of bags we were carrying seems like we'd bought the whole department store! And the amount of money and vouchers spent! Shessh.

What a slight letdown it was when unpacking the shopping stuffs. Not enough kick. *bleah*

*****
We were talking about how to eat ice-cream in a stick. Apparently Wen and hubby doesn't like the haggan daz ice-cream sticks as fanatically as I do. I think they eat too slow till the ice-cream melted, that's why they drip chocolate. tsk tsk tsk. It was a hot day today, especially after all that hard work, and I treated myself to one ice-cream stick. And I found that hey, I only take less than FIVE minutes to finish the ice-cream. See, that's the trick to eat such ice-cream.

:P

Cold in your mouth till brain do freezes.

*****
Listening to Brahms Cello Sonata. Gloomy and dark, just the way I like, just the way I felt while doing all those work.

Thighs are damn achy after yoga yesterday. I do certainly feel out of shape! More swimming needed! So hot a weather!

Guests are coming for lunch tomorrow! Oh what shall I cook? Here's the plan:
Bai Cai soup
Chicken stir fry or till I take a peek at those new cookbooks I've got!
Egg (always a safe choice!)
Prawns (the style I love ... and a little bit of lemon this time)

I sure hope those workers finish their work by ten so that I can clean up and get ready. They'd better, the dragon is sprouting fire nowadays. I went down and blasted them today for doing so slow.

Question: How many Indian workers does it take to patch a wall?
Answer: 4
One to hold the ladder, one to climb the ladder to actually patch the wall, one to hold the pail of putty, and one to walk around and leave dirty footprints on the floor.

Bloody freaking hell.

I was hoping that they would have finished before I come home from work.

Bloody freaking hell.

And it only take one Chinese worker to do the same work the last time.

My father told me they spent twenty minutes or so laying the newspapers and covering up the furniture, and disappeared for their looonnng tea break.

An hour later, they returned to hack the wall.

And soon after disappeared for a two hour lunch break.

I'm not really racist or anything but I'm absolutely pissed off, and when you tell them off, they just roll their heads and protested god-knows-what.

Bloody freaking hell.

And I insisted that they sweep and vacumn and mop the floor before they left. Well, I did the vaumning and my father did the mopping in the end.

Good rididence. And they are going to dirty my place again tomorrow.

Please give me strength.

And if still quite dear hubby is not going to clean up his mess, I'm going to start throwing things away.

So there.

*****
Okie, so I still need:

1. One microwave oven.
God knows where I am going to put it in my tiny kitchen, but it's really useful to have one to reheat food.

2. One slow cooker.
Mom says can make herbal chicken in slow cooker. Time to get more vouchers!

3. One heavy cleaver.
I saw the one I like on sale at Isetan yesterday but I ran out of vouchers. Next round of shopping then!

4. More tupperware!
But I haven't decide which types yet. Must finish using the rest first. Mainly about ten percent left untouched actually, so can buy some more. I'd hate to buy them and end up storing them in boxes or under the sink like some other people!

5. ... there's more, but I'll put it down when they come to my mind. :P

Quiet thoughts

On bitterness: If you were going to give me a D anyway why should I be working so hard for you?

On unhappiness: Everyone is so unfriendly. There is so much tell-taleings. They have a knife by their side to stab and hurt.

On unfairness: Why did you assume that would have been done by me just because?

People who are insecure about themselves will seek to hurt others just to feel superior.

Definitely time to think about alternative resources. Definitely time to move on.

I'm not very upset, kinda immune to it all. Bochup really, because it's important to concentrate on doing what it is that you enjoy.

But sometimes it does get me down, and makes me feel demoralised. And especially so lonely.

And you end up buying something like this. :P



And have your eyes on that.



They're all silver, small and sweet. I can't afford the white gold ones, although white gold is certainly more me! :P Will maybe buy the ear rings next month!

:)

A little penguin this way come

Today we had a speaker. Dr William Tan. Now that is what I call inspiration, courage, humour, humility all in one. A most interesting talk ever for assembly. The kids were well behaved, for once ... and they too enjoyed the talk.

You don't ever feel sorry for people like him. You can only admire. I had never listened to such a speaker before, certainly no one like him was ever invited to previous school. I'm really impressed and glad that we have that for our kids here. It makes assembly talks all so much more interesting and meaningful.

If only I had known he would be so long-winded, I would have taken my lunch first. Darn. Still ... funnily enough, no bad thoughts about it. heh heh, except my stomach growled.

How different things are. Some better, some worse. Oh well.

There had been some thoughts swirling in my head but they floated away before I had captured them down. Sometimes I wish I am more proficient in writing but what do I know? *sigh*

In the end, it's hard to be able to express what exactly I felt and thought at that time. The mood is different too.

*****
Virtues. Perhaps that is what is lacking nowadays. Hardwork, humility, simplicity, courage. To work hard to achieve your personal dreams. In spite of adversity. To have the courage to go when no one believed. To have faith, and to put in one's mind and heart into it.

It's easy for me to sit here and think about it. And all I ever felt is half-heartedness. Even anger to rant dissipated after a night's sleep, because it would just be a rant and not something I would have felt strongly to fight for a change for it. You just feel tired, and tell yourself nevermind. To quit and not able to find the will or the energy to complete the passion or anger you had at that point. It becomes mundane. And you lose interest, and energy ... and the effort to make things work. A downward spiral.

Perhaps it all depends on what priorities are in your hand, and simply to make those things which you treasure and important worthwhile. Would that be enough? Would that be all that matters?

*****
It's getting easier to throw nasty sarcastic remarks nowadays. You just can't help yourself, and trust me, one day perhaps I will swear as well. As it is, the words form in my head, taunting me to spit and scream at them, full of malice and evil intent. To burn them all alive at the stake, and to dig out their eyes and wipe their stupid smirk off their faces. It's so simple to go into abuse. A loud satisfying sound of a slap against their oh so chubby cheeks. To tame the monsters they have become, of rudeness and defiance and rebelness. To become a monster yourself and bask in the glory of subduing them.

I need a break. Oh when are the hols?

Sanity comes back when the day ends and you are let out of your cage.

I wonder what happened to them. Why did things all turn out like this? You look at their faces, stuborness set in the eyes, defiant and restless. Anger and unhappiness they faced. You can't talk sense to them, nor plead with them. You look into their empty stupid faces, and you just wonder what goes on in their heads. How different, oh how so very different.

I'm so tired.

And there is the fear that if you do not do it properly, they would also be like that.

Why do people all grow up so differently?

One who struggles so despite being inconvenienced, who lived life to the fullness, humble and human and happy. Others who seemingly have it all, yet lived in immaturity and anger. And yet others who end up destroying and killing who believed in ideals so strangely different that they are willing to sacrifice, no destroy themselves in the process of destruction.

The world is so complicated when you start to learn to watch. How nice it was not to know anything.

*****
I went back to yoga and downgraded myself to the beginner's class. But after talking to my teacher, I am feeling more confident to go back to her general class. heh. Will have to try to complete housework by Saturday! Motivation!! Inspiration!!! Do not clean house on Sunday. That's basically it actually. hahaha.

Darn, she was so kind to her students for beginner's class. Every other pose do already also can rest. Wah lao eh.

Saturday at last!

It's one thing to wake up early to go to work. It's another thing all together to wake up early and not go to work.

What a lovely morning it was, when I left the house at seven ... and nope, definitely not to go to work.

The air smells fresher, the morning dew sparkles in the clear light, the wind whispers along the grass, and there're hardly any cars on the road.

heh heh. I missed waking up early on weekends and not going to work. Perhaps I ought to get my butt down to the park and do some jogging. Hate jogging on threadmill though. Morning's the best time for a run.

At seven plus in the morning, I see people returning from the market. It makes me wonder what time they actually go to the market. And I thought I was early! Mom used to go around eight or nine plus. She's good old friends with the people at her market and they always reserve the best parts for her. But this is different. It is different when you go to the market with a friend. It feels different. More independent kind of. You know, looking around on your own and doing your own shopping. :P

I picked Wen up at her place and we went down to Tekka market for breakfast with her friends. She bought beef and mutton for her dogs, boy, they really get the best! Her friend saw me buying some beef too, and wondered if I too have a dog? Whoops ... that was for dear hubby. hahahaha.

Wanted to buy some herbal stuffs and spices to try out more adventuous cooking, but gotta start planning first. I can't make a list for peanuts. :P

Dinner last night was really great. Wen made Thai, I thought it was really good this time. That is going to be the last meal she'll ever make. I guess it's hard to be cooking when one starts work. I hardly have time to cook anything fanciful, and on weekends one just want to rot. Where got time to make interesting food?

Cooking can be fun, if one have lots of time ... and the inclination. It's sad that there are families out there who never gets to have a nice proper meal at home. Homecooked food is da best. And it brings the family ever closer together. I'm not a super traditionist, but I somehow feels that a wife and husband should spend some time cooking together. Even housework is done by an external maid. What is left to be done together?

Darn, speaking of which ... back to cleaning the house.

A silent scream

Depressed. Disillusioned. Demoralised.

There is a need to rant. But here is not a place to do so.

The scream goes on and on soundlessly. The mind collapses upon itself, in an unsinking infinte blackhole. Multiply that by a few million light years.

Echos hollowed through the emptiness, eons apart, yet doubling back and forth within the closed prison walls.

There is a need to tell someone something, yet there is no one to hear.

The scream goes on, falling into a pinpoint prick of a dimming light.

Externally, another mask is built in place.

I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care

Anymore.

It sucks.

A voice not to be heard. A scream drowning itself out. Thoughts bursting into stars of ugliness.

giggles

And life will go on the same tomorrow.

While the words remain unsaid. And the rant was stilled.

Pretty little baubles perhaps to chase away the harsh discordants. Best to be forgotten, to save the sanity.

Memory rejects

Before I forget ...

Lunch tomorrow to remember to cook the fish cakes.

Duh. I forgot to cook them yesterday. It's now how many days old? I hope they can still be eaten.

Not quite unlike the squid, where the smell was so strong even cooking with chilli couldn't mask it.

Double triple doh.

Menu for dinner tomorrow would be:
bittergourd with eggs
bittergourd with soup
crab meat balls
either fish or chicken

I forgot to buy tofu for the soup.

See how absent-minded I've become.

Triple quad doh.

Nice tupperware. heh heh heh. Feel like buying more stuffs. :P

I still want:
1. one frying pan
2. microwave oven
3. double boiler
4. slow cooker
5. one egg white seperater
6. one lemon squeezer

Actually come to think of it, there're a lot of things I want.

It's the stress of teaching those kids. I feel so stressed. I really really felt very very stress. I really really really prefered teaching express students.

My brain feels really really really dead after trying to 'teach'.

You know how terrible it can be if you do not get enough brain stimulation sometimes?

That's why I enjoy playing chess.
That's why I enjoy doing puzzles.
That's why I enjoy creating puzzles.

Potato head me now.

And what do we do when we feel stressed? Just felt like shopping mindlessly and spending mindlessly to fill up the emptiness.

I have a headache.

War and peace

It is war, but of a different kind all together. A type which we have yet to come to understand and accept. It is indeed a war, not much of a difference between the world wars 1 and 2. You invaded a country, and people get killed. There is retaliation, and more people get killed. And it is always the innocents and the front-liners who died for an ideal, for a vision, or for some madman.

Do they actually realise that their country is at war with another, and although it seems that they have been the conquerers, there will always be strike backs, for the losers are not taking it quiet.

We may all seem so civilised and enjoying the peace, but the war rages on.

Sensational news really make a difference.

*****
The time is now 9.20am. I have yet to wash the clothes or vacumn the floor. Looks like I'm hardly likely to go for yoga. Lazy bones just set in. The matter is stronger than the mind.

The floppy disk I stuck into the computer screamed bloody murder when I tried accessing the file. Thank goodness I saved out the important ones before that happened. Doing favours for people can be quite tough, you want to please, yet sometimes it can become a chore. I had to look through every disk for the backup I hope I had kept. I was quite surprised that the file I wanted was deleted off my computer. That tells me so much about my memory now.

The antivirus software is too good. It's preventing me from sending out emails.

Shessh.

*****
Wen is really good to me. Amongst all my friends, she is someone I still meet up quite often, and who actually cooked for me and ensured that I had sufficient to eat. heh.

Of course her mom's cooking is much nicer, more of the traditional sytle, but hers sure is exotic.

And the main difference between she and me is that she follows the cookbook religiously, down to the minutest details, and even made notes after that.

I would never have done that. To me, the recipe is just a guide on how else I can cook something with. And if it's too difficult, next please.

The first dinner she made some green-coloured pancakes. Con put it nicely. Is she trying to poison us? heh heh. That wasn't very successful. The prwans were delicious though, with the lemon orchid sauce. Yum. Fifty dollars well spent. The soup was a little diluted and slightly salty. The curry chicken tasted strange without the chilli hot hot that I'm used to, but it was actually quite interesting and nice. Overall, not bad if you don't count the pancakes.

The second dinner she didn't try anything too exotic or time-consuming. Both Con and I decided that sometimes she shouldn't follow too closely to recipes. The egg omelette with chives was too much chives and too little egg. The chicken was nice and so was the fish. And soup was really good this time. Much better definitely.

It's nice to have someone cooked for you and you eat till you really feel full. Somehow after when I cooked, I just don't feel like eating much. And perhaps because of that, I might not be eating enough.

But yesterday was a pig-out session. We had peking duck. heh heh heh. It's a one in a three years affaire. I know she likes it as much as I do, but she doesn't say so. Oh well, sometimes there is a reason for celebrating. :P And shark's fin soup too. She actually mentioned she liked it. I was quite surprised, always thought she only liked double-boiled herbal soup. heh.

And dinner was with family. Seafood. Oh boy, the crabs were really good. Succulent even when cooked with pepper. And huge! And delicious! Oh droooool.

I've forgotten how nice it is sometimes to be able to shop with someone who gave valuable advice. It was nice shopping with Wen. It was nice to have company. It was definitely a rather nice day yesterday.

Perhaps sometimes you just felt that there are no friends left to talk to, or to do things together, and become so immersed in work and your own life. Then someone comes along and took that belief away. Sometimes one just need to have the company, sometimes one just need to have someone else to affirm that you are still alive, to be interested in you as a person. It's not just about work, work and work.

It's nice to have someone showing concern over you, and I mean real concern, and not only just because of the circumstances.

Oil thyself

Tonight's dinner was mightily horrible. This just goes to show that if you have never seen such stuffs before, it's best to look it up in a recipe book instead of trying to cook it in a way you think it should be done.

Damnit.

Dear hubby was so uncritical as usual. Love him so! :)

Critical moi's heart sank when I saw what I've done. I really should have check out how it should be done properly. It was simply a disaster.

Perhaps one should not have cooked when one was feeling tired, or depressed, or had a irritatingly blocked ear. Yes, it's still bloody blocked, and do I hear a ringing sound? Or when one has so little time to prepare, after the repairman came to fix the cookery hood. *sigh*

Well, that was only half of it. I still have half to try another way. Can't seem to find a recipe in my books though. Nevertheless, the safest way is to cook with eggs.

Now all I need to do is to wash the bloody dishes and mop up the kitchen. I swear if you leave it, the floor really absorb all the oil.

Damn the whitebait. Tell me how to strangle you.

A-tis-shooo

My ear was blocked since early this morning ... about eight. That would make it almost seven hours now. What a record.

And guess what, just as I was forming the words to the above sentence, I sneezed twice. 'Poop' goes the ears.

woohooo.

Now why didn't that happen much much much earlier? Perhaps I did sneeze then, but it didn't help.

The question now is, should I seek medical help when my ear is blocked? Would it matter if I get help when my ear is not blocked?

It's been four months.

Blistering bloody irritating.

*****
Meeting up with ex-colleagues really makes me miss them very much. However, it also reminded me just how much I wanted to get out of there the last time. Situation was just getting worse. How awful it is, when after all the work you have done, and all the effort you put in, you are of the least priorty, and not even considered in her eyes? To the extent that you didn't even have a place to sit after all your duties.

Sad, isn't it?

Whoops, I sniffed, and my ear got blocked again. Is there going to be another new record?

The situation is the same just about everywhere. It sucks so much now that I just don't feel like getting out of bed anymore in the morning. It's just so depressing that I just want weekends to last forever. I whine. I whine. *sigh*

*****
Perhaps it was just all a conspiracy to put someone of their own camp up there. Or perhaps that was just part of their plan. Whatever it is, I wonder when will others start to question just exactly how much are them getting?

I wonder when the e is. Have all been beaten so much that there isn't anyone left to have one? Then again, it really doesn't matter. There's no power anyway. Life still rotates with this world.

And it was indeed interesting to note that someone was being critisised pubically. Now, that would never ever have happen if they are powerful or important enough ya? Don't wanna go Siberia, ya?

*****
The gantries are put up and money will start disappearing in a few weeks time. How does it help? Building a new road or enlarging the width of the road might, but noooo, money is more exciting and more rewarding. And believe it, it'll never go away even if they do build one. What's the point? It's too clear.

To live in this place, you have to pay through your nose. And all we can ever do is sigh.

TGIF

Boy, do I look forward to Friday. Thursdays are awful days, with a horrible class in the beginning of the day, and an awful one at the end. Can die. By the time work ended, I was so dead tired, and it was starting to hurt. :(

Thank god it's Friday.

Dearest hubby bought a new ps2 game. After watching him losing his balance again and again on the wooden slits, I offered to help him there. Sometimes it takes a gentle woman's touch. :P And it was kinda fun. A little longer on it, and I finally pushed him off the sofa (yup, literally) and hogged the game for myself.

It's kinda good to play a hack and slash game sometimes to slash away the day's frustrations. But I guess it's not too good to be sleeping at 3am because of that.

Whoops. :P

Another lonely Friday night, but monsters are awaiting.

Being dead tired

How in the world did I end up with eighteen boards of chess games?

My brains are definitely fried this time. Besides I'm not really up to heavy brain work this time. Oh dear.

Feeling dead tired ... especially on the feet. Been walking lots, and climbing lots of stairs. Must do something. Dear hubby might come in useful later. *wink*

heh heh heh.

The GSS is a joke. Nice stuffs aren't on sale. How disappointing.

Why does the kitchen stink when I got home? The cat needs spanking. Grrr.

*bleah*

Brain feeling mushy. Need to sleep.

Friday night blues

It's another of those lonely friday nights. You'd think I had enough of computers, what with staring at them for the past two days. We did e-learning see, and got the students to stay at home, while poor us slogged to work early in the morning and to sit in front of the computers and teared our eyes out.

It crashed today. haha.

I can't seem to access the server back home, so too bad to all those emails tonight, tomorrow and Sunday.

Actually it was quite fun. I completed quite a lot of my markings. :P

And there's no one to shout at. Bliss.

*****
So it's another lonely Friday night in. I toyed with the idea of going out to shop, have dinner and veged out, but ended up scrubbing the kitchen while cooking dinner for hubby. The blasted hood melted, but it sure gave me a good excuse to get a new and better one. Hubby said I'm blackmilling him when I told him I would be able to cook even nicer stuffs if I have a nice new one. Then he said I'm threatening him when I protested that I can't cook without a hood. :P But we shall go and shop for a new one soon. Perhaps we could get it repaired under warrenty, but the bloody blasted design has an internal design error, and I bet even after repairing, six more months of intensive Chinese-style cooking will cause the sky to drop on my head. Again.

Ouch.

So I ended up scrubbing the kitchen cabinets and walls, because of the blasted internal design error of the blasted cookery hob, which caused the doors of the cabinets to be oily with muck.

I shall get a new one with a better design.

Blasted bloody you-know-who. Cheapskate.

*****
We caught Fantastic Four yesterday. There was nothing fantastic about it. Just that it was rather sweet and boring. I think we are so conditioned to watching superheros act in a certain manner, and this storyline actually felt rather crappy. It's really kinda dumb, you know, when all the troubles seemed to be started by trivial arguements among the superpowers, be them good or so-called evil, and have the public applauded when the so-called evil guy lost. Hell, the evil scarface (Dr Doom) didn't seem to do anything particularly evil, or evil enough that the whole world knew he was evil, so how come the on-lookers and public seemed to know who's evil and who's not? Apparently he killed some people, but it was in a dark and gloomy night, and I bet he left no clues so who's to know?

If it were me, I would have thought the heros were all trouble, since they started all the destruction in the first place.

You have to watch it to know what I'm talking about. I wasn't very impressed.

But I'm rather impressed with Jessica Alba, no, not exactly with her acting, but she is rather beautiful ... in an rather exotic charming kind of way. Hmm, I think dear hubby got her mixed up with someone else.

*****
So I busied myself with scrubbing the kitchen, but I don't feel tired enough to be happy yet. And I don't feel motivated to do any manual labour to make myself tired. Perhaps what is left is to have a nice hot bath, and find a good book to read.

Just that there isn't any good books left to tickle my interest.

bah.

*****
It's kinda boring, and sad ... nowadays that my favourite blogger is not blogging too. I'm sure she has her reasons, just that there isn't really nice stuffs to read online.

*sigh*

Oh well ... time for that nice bath I promised myself. There's something about being clean, that makes it ... nice. :P

Getting away with it

Now the problem with cooking just for two is ...

We had better love celery for the next few days.

And beef as well.

So I'm taking a short break, scanning through my cookbooks. How else can celery be cooked, besides with beef? We had that on Monday, and dear hubby refused to look at another dish of beef with celery. So beef will go with ginger stir fry ... and celery? Celery can last four more times. Many stalks you see.

If only I had scallops. That will go nicely with celery. We're kinda tired of prawns for a while, and we had fish yesterday.

Oh dear celery. I'm not strongly against you, just that I don't like you very much either. Just enough as garnishes. But not too much.

Can you imagine what would happen if I were to cook every meat meal with celery for the next few weeks?

yikes.

***
I'm tired of being nice and making special photocopies of worksheets for them when they lose them again and again.

They can jolly well get from their friends and make copies themselves. And if they aren't able to hand in on time, they can just as well get a zero or go for D.

No more mrs nice person.

*bleah*

Similariy, I'm tired of being their wastepaper dustbin and collect their worksheets and stuffs as and when they feel like handing them in. If they are unable to keep datelines, then too bad. Either get a zero or go for D. Maybe fine them. We are a fine country.

*double bleah*

***
I've thought of what to cook with celery. It shall be celery main dish. Vegetables rulz. hahaha.

I hope it tastes nice. Tell you later. :P

Things to remember.

I like this. I really really like it.

Isaac hefted the spanner thoughtfully. 'You are advanced fellows for Class Threes. There's just you and me here, and we none of us are non-metallic humans. Do you intend to molest me?'

'Our orders are to escort the contents of this machine to our mistress,'said Three. He was watching the spanner.

'You could disobey.'

'Class Fives may disobey. Class Fours may disobey in special circumstances. We are not Class Fives. We are not Class Fours. It is a matter for regret.'

'Then I will temporarily disable you,'said Isaac firmly.

'Although you are more intelligent than myself I will resist.'said Three. He shifted uneasily.

'We will resort to violence on the count of three,'said Isaac. 'One. Two.'

The spanner clonked against Three's cutout button. 'Three,'said Isaac, and turned to Eight who was staring at his fallen comrade with a perplexed air.

'I perceive an illogical sequence of events which included a violence,'he said. Isaac hit him.


...

Twenty guard robots wheeled as one on Joan's amplified command and ran towards him.

He stood his ground, which seemed to worry them. To the first who approached he said:'Are you Class Threes, all of you?'

The robot called Twelve said:'Some of us are Class Two robots, but most of us are Class Three robots. I am a Class Three robot myself.'

Isaac looked at the sky. He felt very happy. It was very wrong of him.

'Correction,'he said.'As of now you are all recumbent water-fowl of the genus Scipidae.'

Twelve paused. 'I am a Class Three robot myself,'he said uncertainly.

'Correction,'said Issac. 'I repeat, you are all sitting ducks. Now, I am going to count three ...'

He walked forward, and his atomic heart sang a lyrical hymn of superior intelligence.

...

'Twenty of you and they got away!'

'The Class Five robot precipitated an illogical series of events,'explained Twelve.

'He was a Class Five mind. He told us to count to three,'added Nineteen helpfully.

'Then he hit us,'said Twelve.

'When we get back to civilization I'll see to it that the robot is lobotomized,'said Joan grimly. 'Why did we ever start builting human robots?'

'The Class Fives were constructed because of their ...' began Twelve, and was intelligent enough to stop when Joan looked at him.

'Four more robots trudged in, carrying the prone bodies of Three and Eight.

'I feel sad,' said Twelve.

'May they rust in peace,' echoed Nineteen.

'When they're recalibrated I'll make sure they go down a class,'muttered Joan.

~abstracted from The Dark Side of the Sun, Terry Pratchett.

I dunno, that just read soo damn funny. heh.

Now if only the story doesn't end quite so abrupt. It felt like ... okie, long enough, time to end. There could have been much much more possibilities. It was starting to be fun, yet disappointing at the end.

Much like one simply got tired ... much like those compositions your teacher always tell you not to do, so exciting, yet you wake up and it's just a nightmare/dream. It could have been more, it just left me unsatisfied.

Just like H.G. Wells, War of the Worlds.

Did I mention?

The resident lizard appeared again two days later after the unfortunate accident. Unfortunately, most most tragically, and most most unluckily, it had to come out when I was around. Lizards on the wall I can somewhat stand. But lizards running around on the floor freak me out. I don't wanna them to run over my feet.

I think I did the job properly this time round. It's been almost a week. No more sign.

Please stay dead.

*****
There were so many security personnel at the shopping mall today. So silly. I wonder why I always go beep even when I'm not carrying anything at all. Hmmm.

*****
Wen told me this: when you have a surname Sng ... Charles Sng as a name will definitely not do. Go figure that out.

Damn funny.

*****
I finally got my piano over. It's nice to be able to bang on it now and then. Pathetically practising the Pathetique again. And it's not sympathetique. :P Forgot everything. Damn. Fingers frozen. How I missed the time when I could play all those difficult pieces with ease.

My take

You know how it is, when it strikes you, you just wanna go all ahead for it.

We caught two shows in one day. Adrenaline definitely. All those action. Whee.

It's a good thing we caught War of the Worlds first though.

Now, I've always thought I've read the book before. I have the book at home, and somehow I always knew what the story was about. But all the middle bits seem very foreign. I knew what the aliens were like, I knew how they died, but when I went home and rift through the book, it seemed that I have not read it before. How strange.

Anyway, the story was written in the 19th century. In the 21st century, expectations are different. It certainly seems quite ridiculous that for an intelligent species who had been watching Earth for millions of years, they would do such a stupid thing like exposing themselves to the atmosphere and food of this world, without even knowing about germs, bacteria and viruses. Kinda really silly. It seems a convenient way for HG Wells to kill them off, without going into specifics.

Oh well. I thought Tom Cruise didn't look very suitable as the hero. He didn't looked rugged enough. He just seemed to have this clean cut military chap look about him. Not really just a crane operator. And besides ... he looked so short. heh. But the action was rather cool. Mind numbing fun.

I think I've always mixed up War of the Worlds with another sci-fic story by another author, which I can't remember right now. The aliens were also tripod-like. But that one was in more detail ... and it kinda reminded me of a combination of robotech and well ... war of the worlds, I guess. Hmmm.

Batman Begins, on the other hand, is great. Christian Bale definitely looked real good. I think he's the best of all batman ... well, except that his head is too almond shaped. Not much of a squarish jaw of batman. Can't really be helped I guess. The story was a bit slow, but engaging. Only fault I guess is that ... well, that machine which vapourised water seems rather far-fetched. What is stopping it from vapourising water in one's body?

Next ... Fantastic Four. :)

*****
I finally got my belated birthday present from Wen. She got hers as well. I decided that I don't need to look for something she really really likes and that it'll be useful for her, it's simply too difficult. Just something which I know she would probably like, and heck if she doesn't like it. Anyway, I think she does liked what I gave her .. though they're probably quite useless.

Well, she gave me something really useful. I got a lovely set of nail polish with all the works. Darn. She knows I like nail polish ... but she doesn't know that I hardly use them! Oh dear ... now I have got to go and paint my nails myself. Darn darn darn. :P

Did I mention I'm too lazy to do such stuffs? Gee, I'd rather go out and get it done for me.

*bleah*

Perhaps I shall do my nails later ... after I clear up dinner.

She brought me to do threading. I must say the effect is really nice. heh heh. Quite painful though, I think the lady must have pulled out quite a lot of hairs. doh.

Can go again. Pretty cheap. :P

And Wen finally realises that there's so much things to do even when one has one month of hols. You don't have to go anywhere at all! Less stress too.

The bum boat

It's so easy to become a bummer.

Yes, I have become so lazy, that I can't even be bothered to blog.

And I haven't been going to swim, or for yoga ... or been doing anything much ... except sleep. :P

And now the ironing piles up.

bummer.