I HAVE FORGOTTEN NOT, THANK YOU


Last Wednesday was the last day of attachment. After presenting our project in the Seminar Room, we had a sumptuous lunch and, after which, went around taking pictures. The day ended relatively early at 3.30pm. After going home and changing into a pair of casual jeans, I headed down to Kopitiam at Compass Point and had a short but fruitful hang-out session with the rest of the guys. We finished at 5.30pm, and they all headed home. It was still early; BS lesson will only start at 7.30pm. With approximately 2hours to kill, I dropped by NLB.




Thank you; but I still remember the fine. Even thought it has been 2 years since Day 1 when the fine is incurred.



And yes, DH, I know you've already paid up your 70cents since AGES ago.

SIGHTED


Daddy reported - this morning - the presence of a lizard which is, currently and unfortunately, temporarily residing under the same roof as us. A big, fat, full-grown, adult lizard, no less.

It was hiding under the fridge this morning. Now? I absolutely have not even the slightest idea where that sneaky and filthy creature has hidden himself/herself. !#@$#@%#^##$#@

A part of me secretly hopes and fantasizes that he/she has somehow stupidly found its way into the microwave. I won't hesitate burning you to death with micro-radiation, I TELL YOU!



This insecure feeling stemming from a lack of knowledge makes me feel so utterly vulnerable and precariously unprotected. If there's one thing I hate, it is having an enemy lurking sneakily somewhere out there in the open. I arrantly dread the thought of it seeking refuge in my bedroom, or hiding under my bed covers etc. I'll either get Petrified, or drop dead right there and then from an instantaneous myocardial infarction.
Thus, the door to my bedroom has been cleverly kept shut ever since this morning.


I have not opened the fridge for the whole of today. Not even once. And I'm not enjoying this one bit.



I DETEST LIZARDS.

Please die early.

RECEIVING LOVE

The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably
Quality Time
with a secondary love language being
Physical Touch.

Complete set of results

Quality Time:		10
Physical Touch:		9
Acts of Service:		5
Receiving Gifts:		3
Words of Affirmation:		3

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Today, 2 years on, the order of preference remains unchanged.

PICTURES...


... speak a thousand words.

Before

After

It looks and tastes alright - for a first timer. My only complain is that a little too much Japanese Rice Vinegar has been added; and thus the sushi rices tastes quite sour-ish. But overall, it's totally fine.

Personally, I think sushi's a really healthy meal. For one, seaweed packs a whole lot of health benefits. If any of my future kids is a fussy eater, I'll just incorporate healthy alternatives such as tuna, tomatoes, cucumber etc into sushi, and simply pop them into their mouth. Which rule states that there can't be spinach sushi or celery sushi?

Nothing is impossible for the creative and willing mind! If something doesn't exist, chances are, it simply means that it's never been tried before!

It'll be easy, I guess. Afterall, all kids LOVE sushi!



I am just so brilliant!

TIME


Today marks the end of the 3 weeks attachment. Call it self-interest or self-protection, but thus far, I've been making a conscious effort to refrain from blogging anything significant; especially matters involving the youngsters themselves. The main reason is, of course, due to the sensitive nature of the situation on hand. This is, afterall, the internet.



The past 3 weeks have been wonderful! The youngsters are all so jaunty, energetic, lively, noisy, and cheeky. Just hanging around them makes me feel young and happy! Initially, I was sooo not used to being greeted - especially along the corridors. Of course, when I FINALLY realize what has happened (which typically takes about 5 seconds), the person would already be quite a distance away and thus, I'm always deprived of the chance to return the greeting properly. I wonder, would I be mistaken as dao?

Have seen - and learned - a lot of things in the past 3 weeks; but the truth is, I've definitely not yet seen or learned it ALL. What I've been exposed to, thus far, is only the tip of the iceberg. There is certainly so much more! Fellow colleagues have showed, shared, and taught us alot of things. They gladly shared their past experiences and inspiring stories; and they also touched on some other problems which are closer to home ground. The discussions always never fail to set me thinking, reforming my mind. What appears to be good, may not be so. A certain policy may be implemented stemming from a good intention, but it might actually be bringing more disadvantages than advantages. I realized I'm just a greenhorn, a newbie.

Certainly, this is not about the money. Heck, chances are, no one dreams of getting filthy rich in the first place!

It's about passion and satisfaction. It's about building up people. It's about caring and loving others; touching and moulding lives. It's also about re-directing and rescuing those from the wrong path; while guiding and keeping the rest on the correct one.



It has been an awesome 3 weeks! In the blinking of an eye, the attachment's over. At this rate, I'll soon be turning 35.

EATING SUSHI, WASHING FEET, AND MEETING DEATH


Last Saturday morning at 10.45am, I was on my way to Mad's house at TB. I was running late. Fretting uneasily, I scanned the road for any sights of incoming buses. A busy crowd was gathering at one end of the bus stop outside TB Plaza, murmuring among themselves, and peeking curiously down the other side of the road. I was curious over the commotion too, but heck! There is a time and season for everything. This is not the time to be curious! I'M LATE!!!

Thank goodness, bus 123 came within minutes.

I boarded the bus; my heart cringing painfully as the ez-link card went BEEP!. Adult fare is really exorbitant, you know!

The doors closed and, picking up speed, the bus departed from the bus stop. Barely seconds later - much to my chagrin - it slowed down again, navigating carefully and cautiously along the road. Curiosity piqued again, I bent forward and peered out of the windows. A car spreading across 2 lanes. A fallen motorcycle. Debris. Shrapnels of glass. Bits and pieces. And a blue tent. With the white, big word "POLICE" printed across it in bold.

Could it be someone I know? Could it be any of them? I don't think so... BUT what if...? But someone would have called to inform! But It's so near to Mad's house! ALAMAK!!! What if it's DH? I was supposed to meet her beforehand! I shouldn't have told her to leave first! But nothing is affirmative yet! Don't assume so fast.

3 stops down, I alighted at Mad's block. Because it's already quite late, I climbed the stairs by steps of two-by-two, and half-ran to the lift. What if it's any of them? What if it's canceled? But it can't be; my phone is not ringing! The lift doors closed. Ensuring that my mobile phone is on silent mode, I checked my reflection and patted my hair. Don't be silly. They're safe and they're up there already and you're late. my dear!

Before opening the door to Mad's flat, loud noises could be heard. It sounded like laughers. Are they in the midst of a game? Panting slightly, I pushed open the door slowly and stepped inside. Okay, they're not laughing, but praying. See! I told you! Feeling somewhat silly now, I turned around, and closed the door quietly instead of letting it banging closed behind me. Thank God.

KC noticed my presence. I scanned the circle. Everybody's fine! He looked up. I need to keep the sushi in the refrigerator! He shifted to his right, and opened up a space for me. The dead person involved in the traffic accident is not anyone whom I'm acquainted with! Thank goodness! He motioned for me to sit down. Will the sushi spoil if I leave them out in the open like this? He was still looking. All who are supposed to be here are all here! Thank goodness! I put the container down on the sofa. Someone just died half an hour ago! I gingerly stepping into the circle. Sushi, how? I accidentally kicked Desmond's hand from behind with the heel of my feet. Sorry, Desmond, I've not washed my feet yet! I sat down on the floor and took my place. Will PH and KC mind? My feet?



Stinky feet? Spoiling sushi? Too bad! Taking my seat, I thought, all these can wait. There is Someone Else more important.



It was only 10.45am in the early morning. And someone had just passed away tragically in a traffic accident. Maybe a young lad in his youth. Maybe he was on his way to work, or on an outing with friends, or on his way to meet up with his beloved girlfriend and spend some quality time with her. Perhaps a movie, or a nice lunch, or a quiet walk at the beach, or a nice long chat at the park. Then, WHAM! It was only 10.45am. It's a Saturday! And the day has just barely began!


Life is short. And wise are those who learn to number their days.

LITTLE BY LITTLE, ADDS UP TO BE ALOT



While I do not consider myself stingy, I am not exactly a spendthrift either. Taking cabs is often not an option, but a desperate last resort. Purchasing a blouse which costs more than SGD$30 causes me to think more than twice. Spending more than SGD$20 on one single meal for myself makes my heart bleed heavily. I'm still a student, afterall. On the other hand, I have no qualms about picking up the tab and buying a friend a meal occasionally, treating my younger brother to lunches or movies, throwing almost half of my total allowance into savings and investment-linked policies, or spending money on food ingredients just for the pleasure of cooking.

In order to cultivate and inculcate the habit of self-disciplined saving and wise spending, I set up a few rules and came up with a new "game". It's just a silly little "game" I play with myself. Rule #1: Withdraw, from the ATM machine, only a maximum of SGD$50 at one go, and stretch it for as long as I can. Rule #2: Spend only the notes, NEVER the coins. Rule #3: Save up all coins in a coinbox at the end of each day.

Thus far, it has certainly helped in financial matters. It deters the possibility of spending on unnecessary things, because each time I reach out for a fresh note from my wallet (which, unfortunately, is growing heavier by the minute as the day progresses on due to the accumulating coins), the siren in my mind screams shrilly, "OH NO!!! You stupid girl! At this rate you're going, your cash notes will be used up pretty soon and you will have to keep going to the ATM once every few weeks and the balance in your bank account will dawdle and spiral downwards BUT the stupid coin box will be so full of stupid coins, I TELL YOU!!!"

Thus, it takes some time for my pile of coin collection to grow. After about 6 months, the coinbox was FINALLY filling up to its brim. Coincidently, while I was in the canteen this Monday afternoon, this particular stall vendor auntie was asking whether do I have any collection of coins to exchange with her, as she was running low on supply. Talk about being at the right place at the right time! OF COURSE I do; she's approached the right person.




Can you believe that the 7 columns of rolled-up coins actually add up to SGD$111???

They're so heavy! It's such a weight carrying them to school!


Now, it's time to get a BIGGER coinbox. The current one is presently too small. I want a HUMONGOUS one. One that is so gargantuan that I can barely lift it.

PSYCHOLOGICAL?


After almost 4 weeks, I've somehow arrived at the conclusion that all the puking is psychological. How else can the Sakae Sushi Buffet at Century Square with LT after our gym session 3 weeks ago be explained? How else can the Bulgogi meal set which was shared with Dorothy on last Saturday afternoon before CGM be explained? And it's been 2 weeks since I've started school attachment. And from Monday to Friday on these past 2 weeks, I've been eating the canteen food heartily; with no resultant ejection or retching after each meal. 2 weeks prior to the start of the school attachment, I was only averaging at most 1 proper meal per day. It was so bad that I could hardly eat solid food, but killed off the hunger pang by drowning myself in Milo. Perhaps the activities in school have really been keeping me occupied and helping in taking my mind off my stomach.

But then again, if it's all psychological, how do I explain the Beef Rice in Expo 4 weeks ago? The Maggi Mee at home 3 weeks ago? The Shrimp Wanton SOUP at Vivocity? The breakfast on Saturday mornings? The Yuan Yang drink at Malan Ramen? The Garlic Tomato SOUP and ICE CREAM in Swensen?
Really, who has heard of anyone regurgitating Wanton Soup, Garlic Tomato Soup, ice cream, or a coffee-tea beverage?! Totally crazy. It's scaring me so much that I kind of dread eating out nowadays.

Madeline actually asked casually 2 weeks ago after service whether have I lost weight. I suspect I have, as my weight is now about 2kg lesser than usual. But as I look into the mirror, I don't seem to have shrunk in size. Maybe just a bit leaner, but otherwise, nothing else looks significantly different. So, I was really surprised when she asked. Of course, I would be lying if I say I'm not pleased - of not, delighted - about the loss of weight. But truthfully, what worries me more is that the weight loss is not even intentional or deliberate.

Today, almost immediately after lunch at the school canteen, my stomach just felt so uncomfortable. Horrible feeling of uncomfortable bloated-ness. It was so bad that I could hardly stand upright. AND to make things worse, it's not as though I overate. The food portion size is healthy. A burger consisting of a chicken patty and a sunny-side up. Plus a cup of Soya Bean. That's all for lunch today. And already the stomach was protesting and rejecting and churning and throwing tantrums and kicking up a ruckus.

DAY OF LEARNING


BOY: Are you sine squared?
GIRL: ?
BOY: I'm cosine squared. Together, you and I are one.

BOY: Can I integrate you?
GIRL: Why?
BOY: Because I want to be under your curves.

How lame can these pick-up lines get?! Seriously! I nearly died laughing. And if anything, it goes to show that mathematicians are bad romantics. Haha.

But there's something about lame jokes. They always never fail to tickle my funny bone. And, of course, repeating lame jokes to un-suspicious targets and seeing their "duh" (-_-") face makes it all so entertaining and worth-while. It's twice as fun if they look so terribly torn deliberating between pulling their hair out in frustration first, or strangling your scrawny neck first.


Anyway, yesterday was a day of learning.

For the first time in my life, I learnt that prolonged pressing the # key on the mobile phone keypad actually makes it go into "silent" mode or "general" mode. Yes, I'm slow, I know! AND DH told me something yesterday evening before service that made me go OHMYGOSH!

Oh, crap!

WHEN WALKING IS A TORTURE


This Friday morning from 8.40am to 10.30am, while most of you guys were sleeping like pigs, I exercised more than I had in these past few years. Or, at least, ever since I graduated from secondary school and kissed NAFPA goodbye. From 8.40am to 9.35am, I was diligently playing tennis. From 9.35am onwards till 10.30am, it was frisbee.

This is the first time in my 22 21 (haven't birthday yet, okie?!) years playing tennis. Badminton, loads of times. Tennis, I'm a total greenhorn. Yes, I'm a loser, I know! And, to put it kindly, the hour spent was slightly better than "disastrous". It turned out that my partner and I are two horrible tennis players (yes, it's his first time attempting tennis too). Instead of soaring gracefully straight through the air, bouncing once on the ground, and hitting it with the racquet; both of us ended up taking turns running to retrieve the ball, panting like a dog. It's either we hit the ball with too much force, or we hit it with too little force. If it's neither of these, then it's that the ball got blown off-course. It's the wind's fault, I TELL YOU! (yeah, right)

Frisbee, in contrast, was much more enjoyable. It was totally fantastic! We jumped, leaped, dived, flew, cartwheeled, and somersaulted though the air like a cannonball. Overall, I make a better "catcher" than "thrower". Chances are, the only times when I failed to receive the flying disc are only because I chose not too. Either my partner had thrown it way too high, or the flying disc was plunging for the ground, or it was flying totally off-course. Not that it's entirely our fault it's flying off-course anyway, because the truth is, they're just some cheap, low-quality frisbees which are unable to stand against the force of stronger winds.

And when I failed to catch the flying disc, I ended up chasing after it like a panting dog again. And I just hate it when the disc - instead of landing flat on the ground - somehow flipped onto it's sides, and starts rolling happily and gleefully across the field. Poor panting dog thus panted across the same field. That stupid frisbee! GRRR!!! *growls* *snaps jaws* Wait till I lay my razor-sharp teeth on you and tear you into pieces!

Of course, I've my fair share of making my partner pant across the field too. I've said, I'm a better catcher than thrower.

Anyway, playing frisbee is not as simple as it looks. When we were clearing up the field, a PE teacher kindly taught us some frisbee skills. How to throw a frisbee straight. The different ways and methods of throwing frisbee. The techniques which can be used to distract opponents. He is such an expert in frisbee! He nearly became my living hero! And as he is also a Physics teacher, he incorporated some Physics theory behind it too. I declare, frisbee is really an art. I didn't know it then, but I know it now. There's more to frisbee than meets the eye.

I came home on Friday evening, and my legs felt funny. I was hoping it's not the much-dreaded muscles-ache. But by Saturday morning, even walking is such a torture. My butt cheeks and thighs hurt like crazy; they're killing me! The only consolation is: my calves are perfectly fine. But my thighs and butt cheeks! I nearly died in service today from all that standing up and sitting down.

Only 2 hours of exercise, and I already feel half-dead. This is so weak! It's high time to go gym-ing and get fit. So far, I've only been to the gym only once for the past 4 weeks. This is so pathetic! LT!!! !!! !!!

MAKING SUSHI


Yesterday evening, my younger brother and I went to Kou Fu for dinner. Before that, we stopped by Popular, and browsed through the store. Oh, the piqued curiosity! I could hardly contain the jubilant bubbles of excitement inside me! Cold Storage. NTUC Fairprice. Ikea. Courts. Giant. Best Denki. Popular. Kinokuniya. Times. The vast amount of different items each and every respective massive department has to offer! It is just sooo exciting; it is sooo cool! Each item off the shell seems to have a history to tell, nutrition values to divulge, chemical make-up to educate, hidden beauty to showcase, and knowledge to feed. The towering shelves, and the gargantuan amount of various items sitting seemingly innocuously on those shelves. It makes me feel like a humble little girl again - young and wide-eyed; totally spoilt for choice. Educated through the school education system, but yet still quite empty up there.

We left the store about 15minutes later, scoring a single victory with a cookbook. With the various cuisine cookbooks screaming for attention, I was practically torn and demented over the choices. Eventually, after much pondering, Japanese Sushi wins. Partly because I love sushi, and partly because the cookbook itself appeals greatly to me. The colours employed are vibrant, the book is bilingual (in Chinese and English; not that the former matters to me, anyway), the instructions are clear and easy-to-follow, and the pictures are oh-so-pretty! And, of course, most importantly, the book also teaches on how to prepare the rice.

Sushi roll. Hand roll.

I plan to start simple. Perhaps some sushi rolls (a.k.a. Maki-Zushi -- e.g. cucumber sushi rolls, tuna sushi rolls, omelette sushi rolls, crabmeat sushi rolls etc), warship sushi (a.k.a. Gunkan-Zushi -- e.g. scallop, tuna salad etc), and the likes. All these, for the time being. That is, until I've read up on the internet and equipped myself with the essentials on food safety (cross contamination!!!); before embarking on more ambitious tasks such as Salmon Nigiri-Zushi, Horse Mackerel Nigiri-Zushi, hand rolls (Temaki-Zushi) etc.

The only problem is finding the required materials. Where on earth can one find bamboo mat (makisu), Pressed Sushi Mould (oshiwaku), Japanese sake, Japanese rice vinegar, shoyu, green horseradish (wasabi), pickled ginger, prawn roe, BIG sheets of seaweed, and the likes?

Do tag on the tagboard or leave a comment if anyone here has any idea. Thanks!

INTOXICATED ECSTASY


Last Thursday, I went to look for Jim, and spent an earth-shaking 2 hours with him.

There's just something about Jim. The way he sends my heart racing and pumping madly, with the accompaniment of violent gushing of blood to my brain, the shortness of breath and, not forgetting, the exciting adrenaline rush that can never be aptly and justifiably expressed in words. He makes me go all jelly. He makes me high!

There is just something domineering about Jim. He overpowers me easily, overwhelms me senselessly, and gains control over me assertively; making me feel like a submissive little woman once again. Personally, I like being given the role of the little lady; and have an unexplainable soft spot for men who are assertive and firm. AND Oh! My Jim. He makes it pristine clear - from the very start - who's boss. AND I LOVE IT.


He pushes my limits; with the sole aim of bringing me to a higher climax. He leads me to places unimaginable; a higher level of intoxicated, ecstatic pleasure that totally blows my mind away.

He challenges my stamina, while at the same time being mindful about not letting me over-exert myself. Like a protector, he watches out for me vigilantly. He complements me, and thoughtfully adjusts himself to accommodate me. Too fast, and he slows down. Too hard, and he eases the force. We bond together, and move rhythmically in unison as one; towards a common purpose with joined hearts. We are created and made for each other. Jim and I, we're an item.

The thumping heart. The racing mind. The numbing of the senses. The shortness of breath. The flushed face. The slick, wet body. The adrenaline rush. The climax. Pumping. Pumping. And pumping. Oh! The pleasure of it all! Every inch of my fiber writhe in distress; but yet, at the same time, hungrily lap up the ecstatic experience of it all and yearn deeply for more of him; more of Jim.


And at the end of each breath-taking and mind-numbing session, my limbs went all jelly. Literally.

He was done, but I always end up begging for more. He has this vigor and vitality in him that always leave me hungry for more. And my Jim, he always obliges. He never refuses any of my requests, but dutifully and lovingly and patiently fills up the needs in me.

I feel so complete. Jim always makes me sooo satisfied. He makes a satisfied, complete woman out of me. I crave helplessly for Jim like a drug. He makes me want to crawl back for more. The thumping heart. The racing mind. The numbing of the senses. The shortness of breath. The flushed face. The slick, wet body. The adrenaline rush. The climax. Pumping. Pumping. And pumping. Oh!


Oh! My heart!
I'm falling into the bottomless abyss of love. With Jim.

I'm definitely going back to him one of these days soon, for another session of ecstatic, erotic escapade.



P.S. Ok, ever since this post, quite a number of people have come up with their own postulations. Once and for all, I clarify:
1) No, I'm not attached, and
2) No, it's NOT a vibrator.

What are you guys thinking?! Honestly!