POUT!

POUT!


Grace likes to pout. So do did I. I pout(ed) with a killer glare. An awful lot.

A pouty Grace.

ME?


(Don't be dumb. Click to enlarge. Open in a new tab.)

I pout,

And I pout again,

And I pout...

... Somemore.

As it has been said, "Once is never enough", no?




I was a rather ugly baby too. I had a BIG unsightly bump for a forehead. Believe me, I didn't ask the Maker for it.


AND I WAS BOTAK!!!

HUH!!! SIMI???!!!

Quit staring at my forehead, you punk!

Is my botak head shiny? Is my botak head shiny?

AHHH!!! The bumpy forehead!

To make it worse, my face was as pudgy as a hamburger. Seriously, God, of all things, a HAMBURGER?!?!?!

Hamburger, anyone?

Again, please believe me. I didn't ask the Maker for a pudgy HAMBURGER face.





Apart from a serious defect of pouting, an ugly forehead, and a hamburger face, I had a habit of STARING straight and big-eyed into the cammie, too.

Let me electrify you... ... ... But first, please take your eyes off my cleavage.



See what see? Want to fight, eessit?! COME!!!

Electrify, electrify. Fang dian, fang dian...

Can you feel the electricity? Let me FRY you!

I had my first couple shoot at 2-months-old. Well, sort of.

Same pacifier!

It was also, sadly, around the same age (only 2-months-old!!!) when I had my modesty outraged. We ended up getting caught by the pair of opportunistic paparazzi.

HELP!!! Don't squash meee!



Goodbye. So long, my innocence...

At 8-months-old, I was very eager to show off how stable I was on that 2 tiny feet.

Want me to show you how to do a split, mah???

If there's one thing I've learnt, it's that we went through the wrong procedures. We kissed first. 6 months later, we held hands.

Take my hand. Shou la shou.

Heyhey!!! Not forgetting, I've gone through my own phase of the universal telephone syndrome, too!

Come, come, telephone. Let me kiss you!



Roster, speak into the mouthpiece

Hello, hello. Can you hear me? Houston?



HELLO! HEL-LLO! OEI, YOU DEAF, EESSIT???!!!

Yobosaeyo???

Ni hao.

Dad says this teddy bear was my all-time favourite. Strangely, I don't have the slightest impression of it.

Bear bearrr... You're my favourite, you knowww? Comeee, let me squash youuu.

Thankfully, at 7-years-old, I've stopped the habitual pouting. Errr... Somewhat. Occasionally.







But not certain trademarks, though. Trademarks are meant to stay. They don't change easily. That's why trademarks are called trademarks.

Trademark since 2-years-old!

Lastly, this is how you twirl a shoe!

Watch and see. This is how you do it!

By using a ruler!

THE UNIVERSAL TELEPHONE SYNDROME

THE UNIVERSAL TELEPHONE SYNDROME






Why is it that all babies and toddlers have this universal, odd fascination and curiosity with telephones? It's just a telephone only, what!

Grace somehow ended up having the telephone coil wounded around herself. I resisted the biting urge to help her untangle out of the coiling wires, preferring her to figure it out herself. However, instead of working on the receiver, she startled me alarmingly by yanking at the telephone dial.

Today has been a great day. Apart from flashing her smile plentifully (the credit, I suspect, goes to the cup of soya milk. Kids are just so easy to bribe and win over. Sigh!), Grace is also starting to talk to me - albeit in baby language. I seriously have no idea what she's babbling. She is lost in her own world, and speaks words of her own language. Me? I'm the saint. I just play along and babble back aptly with even more senseless words. Sometimes, she replies back; to which I'll respond promptly again. At times such as this, we hold our own animated conversation in Bablish which makes sense to nobody; even to the two speakers themselves.


P.S. Ain't I smart? I got the video the right way up this time round!

NOW OR NEVER

NOW OR NEVER


Nothing lasts forever. While still able to, make the most out of it.












Jae Joong. Please try to get over his head of blond hair. The first time I saw him in this video last year (for I know not of DBSK back then), oh gosh, what a visual shock!

This video was taken when they first debuted, which is like, 5 or 6 years ago. If anything, it goes to show the obvious talent they possess even way before they are this famous today! Got substance, can?! What's even more impressive, is that they were only 17 or 18-years-old then!

If someone serenades me like how Joongie did, my legs will go all jelly. Such beautiful, soothing, and powerful vocals! You know how everyone has a certain type of "ideal" person (in terms of personality, character, mindset, eloquence, looks etc) whom they tend to look out for and thus are more drawn to? Now, it'll be an added bonus if my other half has a good vocal too! For sure I'll make him sing everyday.

And Junsu's dance is so hot! Can DBSK get any more talented? Sigh!

I think I'd better get as infatuated as I possibly can with DBSK while I am still entitled to the freedom that comes with singlehood. Don't think it's wise to gush as crazily over DBSK in front of the other half in future. It spells eventual trouble, in a relationship, for a man to keep hearing the lady going, "so-and-so is so hot!", "so-and-so is such a sweet and romantic man!", "so-and-so is so charming!", "so-and-so hip thrusts are so smeltingly sexy!".

BIRDS AND FLYING

BIRDS AND FLYING


This evening, I was at Macpherson Road waiting for bus 62. My last lesson ended at 4pm. It was already 5pm, and I was transferring a bus at MacPherson Road. The bus should not take too long to arrive, I deduced, considering that it's not yet the after-work peak hours.

I took a seat at the bus stop. If there's one thing bad about MacPherson Road, it's definitely the ever heavy traffic along that stretch of road. All the exhaust fumes from the cars; it really makes one feel suffocated. The air feels anything but fresh. I feel, deeply, for my pair of lungs.

The weather was great - bright, but not sunny. The wind was cooling - strong, but not too cold. I looked up at the pristine, blue sky. Just then, a flock of crows went flying past. The scene was breathtakingly beautiful; totally graceful. I wondered, how on earth do birds fly? They do it so effortlessly, so naturally! They make it look so simple! I mean, afterall, even if I flap my hands until they drop, I still cannot fly what! All of a sudden, I felt like the Wright brothers.

Sitting there, I was admiring the birds taking flight in quiet awe. Then, just like hitting the jackpot, I hit the million-dollar question:





WHAT HAPPENS IF THEIR MUSCLES CRAMP?!?!?!





Will they PLOP! down from the sky like bird's droppings? That'll be sooo comical! But it sort of makes sense, doesn't it? With all the flying, wouldn't their wings ever cramp? It is such a strenuous activity! In addition, before doing any exercise, the cold muscles also need to be adequately warmed up too, right? Therefore before taking flight, do the birds actually do some warming up, too?





I've said, when bored, I think senseless things.





At the end of the day, the profound conclusion derived is: not all muscles are the same. Some muscles are just so strong that they just don't cramp. Has your tongue ever cramped, anyone? You can yak yak and yak for the whole entire day, and it's not the tongue that's tired. It's either the mouth, or the jaw. I've heard somewhere that the muscles in our tongue are the strongest of all! Not forgetting too, how about eyelids? Can you imagine how many times we blink in one day; in 24hours? Do the eyelids ever cramp from all that blinking? NEVER.

This is just so weird. Never mind.





Anyway, there are 2 papers to sit for this Friday. And there's still another weekly lab report to do. There are so much content to study and get familiarized with, but I'm just feeling so lazy. Ohhh... And I've not touch the six strings since... like, what? Last Tuesday? Hmmm... This is not good. This feels guilty. I'll try to sneak in a few hours of practice before lesson tomorrow!

AT THIS RATE, THINK WILL DIE SOON

AT THIS RATE, THINK WILL DIE SOON


A few hours ago, I and 2 others were doing some work in the office. We were cutting some papers when J handed us 6 bottles. "Ladies, these are for you. Thanks for helping. Really." He said.

I glanced at the bottles. A warm sensation of gratitude washed over me. I felt immensely touched, and was completely bowled over. Totally swept off my feet. How sweet and considerate! How kind! So gentlemanly! SO MAN! My heart gushed girlishly. Great timing! I'm getting thirsty!

Because we were busy, I decided to concentrate on the task on hand and satisfy the thirst later. We finished work a couple of hours later, and the 3 of us split the bottles among ourselves. 2 of the bottles are passionfruit, and the other 4 are grapefruit.

"I want a bottle of that passionfruit!" I chirped, "Passionfruit's nice! It's sweet. Grapefruit is too sour." Oh gosh, I can taste Passionfruit Bubble Tea in my mouth already! Ohohoh!!!


A friend, K, drove me down to Douby Ghaut MRT. Boarding the train and having found a seat, it was - clearly - THE perfect time to quench the thirst that's growing by the minute. I had a bottle of grapefruit and a bottle of passionfruit. Wonderful! I shall share this with the family. I'll drink the passionfruit, and save the grapefruit for them! How nice! Perfect!

I took out the bottle of passionfruit from my bag. Because it's a consumable product, I was a tad more mindful. Scanning the labels, I had the intention to confirm the place of manufacture. This bottle is made with 30% recycled plastic! IMPRESSIVE! I rotated the bottle more to the left. Make in UK, the label read. Sigh! I thought. This bottle has been to UK. ME? The furthest I've been to is KL! Oh, crap! I'm worse than a plastic bottle!

The viscosity of the contents happened to catch my eyes. Why does it look so thick? I thought. Maybe's it's syrup?

I opened the cap. Why does it look so weird? It's so unique! Do I suck from the opening? I brought it to my mouth. The aroma teased my nasal sensory receptors playfully. I was in cloud nine. It smells simply wonderful! It smells absolutely passionfruit! But do I really suck? Sure ah? So weird?! I thought. Maybe they just have it special in the UK lah, I decided, and firmly silenced the voice in my head. Different culture, you know? Don't play play!










The bottle opening was already resting on my lips. I was on the verge of tilting up my head and kicking my suckling reflex into gear. Maybe it's intuition; though I'd personally prefer to attribute it to the HS, but something just don't feel right. It wasn't a conscious decision, but before I knew it, my hand just somewhat automatically withdrew it from my mouth, and shifted the bottle to its front labeling.



















!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!! !!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!



In that instant, I was truly - albeit momentarily - stunned. SHOWER GEL! AND ALL ALONG I was honestly under the strong impression that it's a beverage! I was caught nonplussed, and rendered speechless. My mind blanked out for a couple of seconds. For a moment, I don't know whether to crackle up in laughter, or to feel exasperated at the ingenuity in me.

Luckily I didn't drink right there and then back in the office. No doubt they'll either think it's a suicide attempt, or I'll be remembered fondly as the laughing sock of 2008. Oh! The disgrace!





I'm just so gong dai dai at times. Hope that this silly naivety and blur-ness will depart from me soon. If not, die liao also dunno why, I tell you!

COUSIN-Y!!!

COUSIN-Y!!!


The kids came over during this weekend! I spent my whole Sunday with them. They're growing on me subconsciously!

Anyway, please make do with these videos. I made a silly mistake of capturing the video in the wrong angle. And I have no idea how to rotate it back up. Please tilt your head accordingly, ok?




Tried to cajole Grace into trying the Soya Bean drink, but she was more interested in the straw. She started playing around with it. I was kind of apprehensive at first; because this is the same straw which I'll be wrapping my lips around! And she's molesting the straw mouth with both her hands like nobody's business! Ekkk!!!

Decided to just let her be, in the end. After all, kids should have some fun. Not to mention, it's really uplifting; watching her poking and tugging the straw curiously. I've always thought that it is not good to place too much restrictions on toddlers, anyway. Restrictions only tame creativity! Just let them learn in their own way. In any case, there's not much harm done. At most, I'll only lao sai after she's done with the straw. Won't die. Hey, a little germs is good for the immune system, anyway!

I really like her smile. The way she squints both her eyes, crinkles up her nose, and bunches her face up together. She melts hearts in an instant.






Grace finally succumbed and tasted the drink. She kept going back for more. Grace likes it so much; she started choking and coughing. Momentarily scared the banana out of me. But then again, on second thoughts, maybe I shouldn't have allowed her to drink from the straw in the first place. Ermmm... Oh well... Anyway, I really adore the way she drinks! Honestly! She's killing me with her cute-ness!

COMPLETED!

COMPLETED!

21 pages (!!!)

So tired so tired sooo tired. Busy, busy, busy. AND there are 3 more of these weekly lab reports to complete! Sigh!


Busy busy busy.
And there are so many things I need/want to do; but the lab reports are already taking up a whole chuck of my time! Revision of coursework. Study for the second round of CA tests. Prepare for the upcoming laboratory "impromptu oral" test. Prepare for finals (!!!). Spend time with family. Meet up with friends. Eat. Sleep. QT. AH!



21 pages!!! (Okay la, to be fair, it's 21 pages long because there are plenty of graphs, and I used 1.5 line spacings)

Graphs graphs graphs.
Reports reports reports.
Lab lab lab.
Always lab, lab, lab.
Lab, lab, and more lab.
Even if the TAs are not sian, I am super sian.


I ABHOR lab reports. Chemistry is a verrry bad choice of study. Somebody, just please throw me a knife!

I can't wait to be done with studying; I can't wait to graduate. But people always yearn to be in the working society Instead of studying; and vice versa. Have heard so many people saying they'd rather quit their job and go back to studying. But then, the weekly lab sessions and lab reports are really putting me off greatly! Ahhh...

WEIGHT, GUITAR, STINGRAY, AND MANDARIN

WEIGHT, GUITAR, STINGRAYS, AND MANDARIN


There is so much that I want to blog about; but it is quite silly and redundant to separate the individual topics and create multiples posts all within a day. And not to mention, I'm quite up to my neck of late. BUT I still want to talk and blog, and hence this entry! Tadaa!!!


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Last Friday evening, Mad and I went down to Health Science Authority (HSA) at Outram Park. After filling up our forms, we went for the medical screening. Mad was rejected as a donor, as she was sick the week before. Halfway throughout my medical screening, the doctor asked for my weight. Now, I was not so sure of my mass. The only weighing scale we have at home is about the same age as I am; and is getting a bit cranky. It certainly also doesn't help that the last time I had a digital reading of my weight mass was when LT and I visited Jim in the last week of July (which is slightly more than 2 months back!). From then till now, all I'm aware of is that I've unintentionally shed off a couple of weight here and there - due to bad stomach, busy-ness, financial budget, and etc. But, one thing for sure, I am definitely above the minimum weight requirement for blood donation.

The doc was not satisfied with that vague answer. He asked me to step on the digital weighing scale. I was delightfully shocked and pleasantly surprised. After doing a quick mental calculation, I realized, in the span of the past 2 months plus, I've lost 3kg. But I've not really been exercising! For the past 2 months plus, all I've done is to visit Jim once, and jog around the neighbourhood twice. Where, and how, did the mass loss occur? The saddest thing is, I still look the same size as before! Grrr... What a bumper. Anyway, what worries me is, keep going this way and lose a further couple of kgs, and HSA will not want to draw blood from my body anymore! Oh, no...
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Yesterday evening, I was at the MRT station nearest to my house; making my way down to Clarke Quay. After passing by the EZ-link gates, a staff member approached and halted me in my tracks, requesting to check my bag.

"Oh, yes, sure," I replied, "No problem."

The friendly uncle zipped the bag open, and was rest assured that what's in it is what is supposedly to be in it. Zipping it back up again, he handed it back to me, "So sorry for the inconvenience. Thank you for your time."

"There's a pouch at the front of it. Do you want to check it too?"

"It's ok." The uncle smiled.

Slinging the bag onto my right shoulder, I smiled and bade him goodbye. While climbing down the escalator, I found myself wondering do I look like a terrorist. Maybe my face has the "terrorist" look. But then, is it so weird for a lady to carry a guitar? Carry guitar means terrorist, meh?

I asked PH and Doro whether did they encounter the same problem. None of them did. AND, apart from her own guitar, PH was ALSO carrying that BIG HUMONGOUS YELLOW bag of hers, can?! In contrast, all that I was carrying, was only just ONE guitar case! Duh! -_-"

Different people has different treatment! Sigh!

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This morning, we were at Sheng Shiong purchasing food. Because they've ran out of stingrays, we adjourned down to Carrefour at Suntec City. We arrived at the Seafood section, but could not find any stingrays. I asked the staff who was manning the counter for help.

"Uncle, do you have stingrays here?"

"She mo? (translation: What?)" He asked, in China-accented Chinese.

Ohoh.





Because Mad and PH were chatting at some distance away, I did not want to yell across the supermarket or interrupt their conversation.

"Ni men you mai stringrays ma? (translation: Do you sell stingrays here?)"

"Mai she mo? (translation: Sell what?)"

"Eh... S-ti-in-g-ra-aye..."

"Eh?"

"Ermmm... " I drew a mental picture of stingrays in my head, and the first thing that came to mind is their peculiar shape. "Bian yu? (translation: Flat fish)"

Ok, fine, I know it's a pathetically weak attempt; but still... ... ... An attempt - however weak - is still an attempt nonetheless, right right?!

"Huh? She mo yu? (translation: Huh? What fish?)"





I thought of Steve Irwin. Oh, crap! What is his name in Chinese? Ti Er Fu Ying?
I thought of the poisonous barbs on the tails of stingrays. But what are barbs called in Chinese? Poison, I know. But barbs?
I considered flapping my arms and mimicking a stingray, but decided that it'll be a totally unglamourous sight to behold.

"Ermmm... Bu yao jing. Xie xie ni, uncle. (translation: It's ok. Thank you, uncle)"


It totally set me thinking. As a native, true-blue Chinese, why does my Mandarin leave much to be desired? Why is it so hard to convey my message across - in its totality - using pure and proper Chinese which is not peppered with English, or Teochew, or Hokkien, or whatnots? How can one not be proficient in his/her own mother tongue? Shameful and outrageous, really.





Last Saturday, after the Mirror workshop, YY and I were chatting while waiting for a bus to take us to Bugis Station. I have been making an effort to attempt speaking proper Chinese for the past couple of weeks. While chatting, I told her about DBSK's new 4th Korean album, which was recently released 2 weeks back. My brain, which was a step ahead of my mouth, was already thinking of what is the Chinese equivalent of the word "album". It took a couple of seconds before the word "zhuan ji" came into mind; but alas, it was a tad too late. Instead of flowing off the mouth smoothly and gracefully, the words sounded totally awkward and hilarious. I mumbled, and stuttered, and the words NOT ONLY got all jumbled up, but with the wrong hanyu pinying as well. It sounded all so funny!

YY and I burst out laughing. She jabbed at my weirdly "accented" Chinese. It was all in good fun.


But then again, after today, maybe I should really be brushing up my Chinese.





P.S. Out of curiosity, does anyone here know what's stingrays called in Chinese? Is it Cang yu? Do drop a comment!

BUSY

BUSY


There are a gazillion things to do. Loads of reference materials to read, lecture notes to peruse, contents and concepts to familiarize with, tests to sit for, tuition sessions to give, and a laboratory report to complete. And lab reports always takes HOURS to write.

Year 3 stuffs are so chim. The reference materials are more of a hindrance than help. Never, ever, have I spend this long just to comprehend them.

Multiply my time, please. Help me to be fruitful, and make every second count!

MIND OVER BODY

MIND OVER BODY


Finally went for a long-overdue jog on Sunday. Jogged one round around the blocks of estate. Man, this is no joke; it's even BIGGER than the running tracks at any stadiums! Wulu though my area of residence may be, the positive advantages are obviously clear. Cleaner air, lesser cars, and lower human traffic. Of course, the only down side is: there are quite a number of construction works going on. This, of course, naturally leads to loads of foreign construction workers in the vicinity.

This is really an area of concern, from the point of view of personal safety. Thus, timing and accompaniment are really important. I prefer jogging with the younger brother. If he's not free to do so, I try to have my jog (if I'm running around the neighbourhood) latest by 6.30pm, that is, after making sure that the evening sun has set. Who wants to run under the scorching sun, anyway? 6.30pm is a good timing; because by then, the scorching sun should have safely retired for the day, and there is a good an hour left before the sky gets too dark for comfort.

On Sunday, I ran a BIG BIG BIG round around the estates. It's just only one round, but heck, it still makes one feel so strangely accomplished; especially if the last jog was about 2 or 3 months back. The first and last jog I had, I stopped halfway through, panting like an old dog. This time round, it's just so satisfying to run one complete round without stopping once. Not to mention, it is bigger than the running tracks in the stadiums! The next turn around the corner seems so far away! And psycho-ing ownself to hang on until that turn is no joke; especially when you have to do it 4 times. It's like, "YEAH!!! 1 turn down! (Siao ah? There's STILL 3 more to go, ok?! Die la, die la. Siao liao...) Look ahead! The next turn is over there! You can see it already! (but it's sooo #@%$#$#%^*^%$&#%@# freaking FAR!!!)". The lungs were screaming murder. Jogging is always a battle between the mind and the body. Of course, that Sunday, I was sooo completely spent after completing that round. I practically dragged myself back home.

The lactic acid buildup is horrible. The thigh muscles are aching and pricking now, but it makes me happy. Having muscle aches simply means the muscles are worked out enough. The more pain there is, the more satisfied I feel!

Ok, this sounds so wrong...

COMPLETED!

COMPLETED!


8.45am
Was doing the laboratory report till late last night after reaching home past midnight. Slept at near 4am, and woke up at 7.30am. Brushed teeth, washed face. Printed some school documents until 8.45am. Made a cup of Nescafe coffee. Had planned to go straight into completing the halfway-done report, but ended up procrastinating. Went blog-surfing, yahoo-ing, face book-ing, and YouTube-ing instead. Only started proper on the report at near 11am. Finally finished typing up the loose ends at 12.30pm. Tired and sleepy. Too tired to double-check the report. Decided to proofread the report once through later tonight instead, before sending it for prints.

Completed at long last!

12.30pm
Saved the completed lab report into my lappie and thumbdrive. Being the typical kiasu Singaporean, I sent an attachment email to my personal email account and school email account; just in case suay suay my lappie unexpectedly crash and thumbdrive goes haywire. Hungry. Forgot to eat my home-cooked dinner late last night.

12.50pm
At Punggol Plaza's Kou Fu eatery with the younger brother. Makan-ed (chicky rice!!!). Adjourned to Fair Price Supermarket, planning to purchase Kim Chi and avocados. Managed to find avocados, but ended up not buying any as it appears a tad costly ($1.70 for one, can?!). Decided to check out the prices elsewhere before making any purchase. Left the supermarket and went to Sweet Talk.

1.58pm
Blogging. Terribly bloated (from the chicky rice and Green Milk Tea) and sleepy. Going to take a nap soon. Hope to wake up at 4pm. Study until 6pm. Go for a jog at 6.10pm. Pray that I won't oversleep and end up sleeping too much, for too long; lest I have trouble sleeping later tonight. And tomorrow's a MONDAY, not a weekend.





I'm thinking of eating an avocado once a week. After having a rare slice of avocado two weeks ago at New York New York, I've been wondering; what are the health benefits of avocados? Surely, I've heard alot of good things about avocados, but have not really been bothered about it.

A few days ago, I researched (ok lar ok lar, it was just google-ing) on the nutritional benefits of avocados. Turns out that avocados pack a real punch of vitamins and fibre and a whole load of good stuffs. Avocados are practically known as a nutrient POWERHOUSE! The only exception is, avocados are HEAVY in fats. Most of the calories in avocados come from FATS! (makes sense really, considering that avocado oil extracts are commonly found in hair conditioners, face moisturizers, lotions etc) Oh, crap! THAT slice of avocado I had in New York New York the other day was FRIED, tempura-styled! ARRRHHHHH!!! DOUBLY SINFUL!!! TWICE AS FATTENING!!! FEI SI WO LE!!! ARRRHHHHH!!!

Thus, in order to balance out the pros and cons, I'VE DECIDED TO EAT ONE AVOCADO PER WEEK! And since it's only an avocado per week, I might as well attempt to plant an avocado plant myself! Makes real lot of sense. Not to mention, own grown fruits are awfully tasty and organic! Free of chemicals, herbicide, pesticides, and insecticides! Healthy!

Anyway, I've not yet purchased any pots or soil. And I'm still not very sure on are there any special points to take note of while growing avocado plants. If I'm not busy enough, I might read up more on this area. And if I'm still not busy enough, I'll be lugging home a bag of soil and plant pot someday soon. But then again, maybe I'll procrastinate my way out of this, too. Hohoho!


Off to take a nap. Good night!



AMENDMENT: 1.13AM. Avocados come from trees, not plants. Looks like I won't be planting and growing any avocados in the near future; unless I buy a piece of land.

SLEEP PERSONALITY

SLEEP PERSONALITY


Foetus (41%)
Those who curl up in the foetus position are described as tough on the outside but sensitive at heart. They may be shy when they first meet somebody but, soon relax. They have a big heart. This is the most frequent sleeping position, found in 41% of the 1,000 subjects involved in the investigation who took part in the survey. Twice more women than men adopt this position.


Log (15%)
Lying on your side with both arms down by your side. These sleepers are easy-going, social people who like being part of the in-crowd, and are trusting of strangers. However, they may be gullible.

Yearner (13%)
People who sleep on their side with both arms out in front are said to have an open nature, but can be suspicious and cynical. They are slow to make up their minds, but once they have made a decision, they are unlikely ever to change it.

Soldier (8%)
Lying on your back with both arms pinned to your sides. People who sleep in this position are generally quiet and reserved. They don't like a fuss, but set themselves and others high standards.

Freefaller (7%)

Lying on your front with your hands on the pillow, and your head turned to one side. Often gregarious and brash people, but can be nervy and thin-skinned underneath, and don't like criticism or extreme pressures.

Starfish (5%)
Lying on your back with both arms up around the pillow. These sleepers make good friends because they are always ready to listen to others, and offer help when needed. They generally don't like to be center of attention.




Got this while blog-hopping.





Me?

Most frequent: Foetus
Occasionally: Log and Yearner
Rarely: Freefaller. Mainly only under 2 circumstances, namely:

1) When it's time to get out of bed, but I'm feeling like a bag of lazybones. Waiting to be cajoled.
2) When I am aggrieved and whiny; and feel the need to pout. Feeling bullied, for instance. Waiting to be cajoled.

What's yours? Do drop a comment! =)