HOT FOX AND NOT SHORT

This lady is hot!

She's the one and only I've associated "hot" with. Really, I think she's THE real beauty. Sizzling hot. Curvaceous. Voluptuous. Adventurous. In a decent way. Hot. Sexy. Youth. Fertility.

She just exudes this royal air of self-confidence and easy elegance which scream subtly, "LET YOUR EYES LINGER ON ME!".

I like people who are comfortable in their own skin. And this, I think, is a trait which can be felt by the heart, and hard to fake.













She's 1.65m.

(ABOUT) SAMA-SAMA!

HEBREW

Yesterday, during the short 2 minutes say-hi-to-the-people-in-front-and-behind-you session after P&W, a short conversation struck between this adult man (who was seated a row ahead) and me.

He asked for my name. I hesitated briefly. He's a non-chinese. I decided to give him my English one; albeit it is less frequently used.

Before I managed to ask for his back, he interjected, "Light of God?"

My eyes widen in amazement. How did you know?

"I understand Hebrew." He explained, "El means God. Ora means light. So, basically, putting two and two together, it means light of God."

I was delighted. This is the FIRST time someone caught the name SO quickly - what more understanding the meaning of the name, instead of the usual "huh?", "sorry?", "can you repeat that?", "excuse me?", or "Aaaeee-llloo-eeooo-what?".

I've always hated that. I hate it even more when people mispronounce it as Eee-leora. It sounds yucky! For clarity sake, the name is Hebrew in origin. Therefore, it's EL as in El-Shaddai and El Roi. EL-e-ora. Eleora. The Lord is my light. And not Eeeee-leo-ra. Grrr...

He continued on, and asked what am I doing now. I replied back. And the conversation went back and forth regarding the nature of my soon-to-be-job. He then asked whether am I looking forward to my first year.

I grinned sheepishly. Truth is, I would have a lot more enthusiasm going to the dentist's and pluck out a wisdom tooth (not as if I have any in the first place, oh well. Anyway, please don't grow out! Remain under the gum!). Sometimes, I even feel that I would rather the torment of sleeping for eternity. I dread the change of environment. I dread the politics. I dread the amount of admin stuff. I dread the unspoken expectations. Oh well...

"Errrmm..." I replied uncomfortably, "Not really... Yeahhh..."

He laughed knowingly and replied, "Oh yeah... Try to look forward to it. Go in with a happy, positive mindset. Then good things will happen."

It felt as though he has just reminded me of a long-forgotten biblical truth. The power of the mind. What you see is what you get.

I've been hoping that the holidays would stretch for just one more month (fat hope), or that the training course would get extended for one more year (even fatter hope), or whatsnot. Anything - even if it means sleeping for eternity; anything - as long as I need not go out into the "forest". Grrr... Time to change the grouchy, reluctant, and dim mindset! Jiayou!!!

Anyway, I've passed the training course! With credit! *wooots!* So happy because throughout the 2.5years in NUS, I've never gotten one.


P.S. I'm feeling bad because I didn't even have the chance to ask the man what his name is. Or ANYTHING about him. Aishhh...

IMAGINATION

Hours earlier, I was having Japanese cuisine with a couple of friends. Got teased because I was caught smiling at my mushrooms. How innocent. They then concluded that I'm loony I'm a dangerous dining companion to have. How sweet.



Anyway, it's a looonnng story. To cut that long story short, what happened was, I had almost finished the entire Sukiyaki meal, and had - always the habit - saved the best for the last.

Needless to say, I was totally enthusiastic when THE MOMENT descended. It was like - tadahhh!!! *cue drumroll*



The mushrooms, oh, my mushrooms. As the enokitake mushrooms glitter brilliantly under the lights on MY chopsticks, everything froze. Time stopped. The chef's fire stopped dancing. The people entombed. The conversations halted. The Sukiyaki soup stopped boiling. The boiling bubbles froze. The cashier till opened midway.

It was just me and the mushrooms. I could almost hear its crunchiness. The Q-ness. The bounce. I could imagine it. I could feel it. I could hear it. I could taste it. My goodness. This is MAGIC. And that fat, tender-looking shiitake mushroom over there? It's calling me, it's calling me! Man, I can see and hear and taste the juices already. Moments like these should be immortalized. How I wish that music plays during epic moments of my life, just as how it does in movies. Drama-mama-banana.

The tingling joy; the bubbling excitement; the simple exuberance. The brain transfixed blankly. The heart danced merrily. The stomach beatbox-ed happily. It was as though Christmas came early. And the corners of my lips curved upwards. And got caught.



Sigh.



Sometimes, I think my imagination is killing me.

怪叔叔

December. The season of the year again.

Christmas.



I've always felt that people - for centuries - have deemed Santa Claus way too kindly. There's this stereotype. Everyone just thinks of an old, chubby, kind-looking, fat old man with a pot-belly. Rotund. Charming. Bouncy. Kind. Friendly. Good with children. Love kids. Always in red. With a sack full of presents. All smiles and white beard. Hohoho.



WRONG!



He is not as harmless as people like to think.

You'd better watch out. You'd better not cry. For he makes a list and checks it twice. He knows who's naughty and who's nice. Not only that, but he also knows when you're sleeping, when you're awake, when you're good, and when you're bad.

In short? He's always WATCHING you.



I don't know, but he sounds like a sick and obsessed STALKER to me.



For sure, won't want any of my kids to sit on the laps of such a 怪叔叔 in future.

Hohoho!


P.S. The lover in the Puff Daddy's every-step-you-take-every-move-you-make-every-single-day-everytime-I-pray-I'll-be-watching-you song reminds me of a stalker as well.

HOLS

In the blinking of an eye, the holidays are drawing to a close in real time. Feels quite disheartening, because, you know, my last day of lessons is on 26th Nov. I've not enjoyed enough! And now, there's only 3 weeks left, and I'll be off to a full-time job on a permanent basis! *groans*

Nevertheless, it has been a good holiday. On a personal public level, I've baked apple pie (twice), chocolate cookies (twice), chocolate cake (twice), made meat dumplings (twice), cooked a little here and there, and met up with people here and there. Jogging? Hmmm... Next week, maybe. Goodness me, it's been... Like... 3 months since I've last jogged? (horrors! The flab!!!)

Apart from these, I've - gradually - also taken up reading as a leisure activity; and I'm loving every minute of it! There's so much to be learned!

Over the past two months (October and November), I've been purchasing books. I've spent, like, definitely more than a hundred and fifty bucks (despite the 20% members' special discount). Sigh...

ITEMS BOUGHT:
1. Fireproof: Never Leave Your Partner by Eric Wilson (finished)
2. My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult (finished)
3. Handle With Care by Jodi Picoult (finished)
4. Man and Wife by Tony Parsons (finished)
5. Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus by John Gray (finished. Just last night)
6. The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman (reading. At Chapter 1)
7. Why Men Want Sex and Women Need Love by Allan and Barbara Pease (reading. At Chapter 2)
8. Outliers by Malcom Gladwell (reading. At Chapter 5)
9. Why Mars and Venus Collide by John Gray (not yet read)
10. The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch (not yet read)



To make things worse, I've also a 20% members' discount voucher left. Valid till the end of Dec (which is like... 2 weeks time?). GRRR!!!

So, in a desperate bid to fully utilize the discount voucher, I went online earlier to check out the catalog and - lo and behold! - started "arrowing".

The results?

TARGET ITEMS:
1. What the Dog Saw by Malcolm Gladwell (confirmed)
2. Have a Little Faith by Mitch Albom (confirmed)
3. The Definitive Book of Body Language by Allan and Barbara Pease
4. The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
5. Key To Living The Law Of Attraction by Jack Canfield
6. Lead like Jesus by Ken Blanchard and Phil Hodges
7. A Gift to My Children: A Father's Lessons For Life and Investing by Jim Rogers
8. Why You Act The Way You Do by Tim Lahaye

(Those unconfirmed target items are books which I have yet to physically "flip through" and read through a couple of pages for myself. All I've done is to read through a couple of online reviews. I can't wait to drop by the bookstore and check them out!)


Miscellaneous:
1. Inspired to Pray by Phil Pringle
2. Bible (MSG version)
3. Bible (NKJV version - to replace the current 4-year-old-plus. It's "growing hairs" and "shedding skin flakes" now. Sob...)



Books, books, books.
If only books rain from the sky.

VIRGO

I've always hated it whenever someone asks for my birth date, and later to proclaim (with an evil giggle, of course) : "Oh, your horoscope sign is Virgo!"

Nope, I am proud to be a Virgoan; and will always be - because it fits me well. I just plainly dislike the fact how people tend to associate the word "virgin" with "virgo". It is like a tag, a label. Pesky as a fly. (Just to clarify, the virgin of astrology is a symbol of self-improvement and fertility. So, stop snickering at the "virgin". Argghh!)

I'm not really a horoscope fan - I believe in a God who's almighty; but from time to time I do read up a little on personalities - just for the fun of it. I like how INTJ (by Myers Brigg Type Indicator) describes me to a T; how the descriptions of the typical Virgo is so uncannily spot-on.

Interesting.



I like being a Virgo!

SHE IS...

... Learning to work her Alexander thin.

Ok, ta!

COMBS

I'm forever losing my combS.

I've lost 2 recently; for the past months.

Still not found yet.



And I've not combed my hair... Since... Tuesday night.

FB PAGES/GROUPS

I'm so amused.

There are so many pages/groups in FB; some of which are completely hilarious. Hilarious, but yet, painfully true at the same time.

Examples?

"When I was younger, I put my face close to the fan to hear my robot voice"
"If I step on a leaf that looks crunchy but isn't crunchy, I get sad"
"I look to make sure the 'L' and 'R' headphones go in the correct ear"
"Don't text me when you can call me"
"I have to sing ABC's to know which letter comes before the other"
"Why yes, I do frequently burst out in songs"
"The Ten commandments of Chemistry"
"Sleeping while it's raining outside"
"Why text? Just call me!"
"I hate people that don't text back"
"Pretending to text in awkward situations"
"I want to punch slow walkers in the back of the head"
"Random laughter when remembering something"
"I hate waiting for a text, then receiving it when I am about to sleep"
"I see friends on MSN typing so I stop to see what they say, but so do they."


BRILLIANT!

And, yeah, I'm guilty of all.