GRANTED

A realization just dawned upon me a few days ago, and I realized how easy it is to take loved ones for granted; even if unknowingly or unintentionally. Even despite repeated reminders to yourself never to. It just sneaks up like that.

And how, sometimes, it takes an outsider - or so, to say - to put things into perspective.

Thank goodness, more often than not, it's never too late... To love.

PICTURES = THOUSAND WORDS

 

I simply luuurrve this picture.

A mischievous Dad play-bullying our family dog.

A poor Tofu looking all comical and supposedly pretending to cry.

And a happy me grinning broadly because I find it all too awesomely cute.

Poor Tofu. Oh, my baby, he must be feeling absolutely bewildered, if anything. 

COLD

It is sooo cold today at -3 degree celcius. Even though I've been indoor today - wearing track pants and long-sleeve sweater and socks - it is STILL icy cold. It would be worse tomorrow, as the predicted weather forecast is -7 degree celcius. We're probably staying in tomorrow too, because of the unforgiving weather. Just as well, since when our Taiwanese friends arrive on the 22th, our daily schedule will be packed like sardines!

This is our dinner for tonight. It was purchased from a chicken shop near the hostel. Underneath my outer coat, I wore 2 pullover sweaters and a thermal innerwear; and topped off the whole assemble with a skinny jeans, beanie, shawl, and arm warmers. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE BEEN TO THIS MUCH TROUBLE JUST TO BUY DINNER! And despite all the thermal precaution, I can feel my mouth practically freezing off as soon as I stepped out of the hostel building!

Anyway, this chicken is fantabulous! The chicken is crispy but not too oily, the rice cakes are springy with every bite, and the sauce is thick, sticky, and tasty! Even thought it's nowhere comparable to Kyochon's, the less steep price thoroughly compensates for it. This chicken meal costs 6000won (~SGD$7), as compared to 15000won (~SGD$17) from Kyochon. AND the best part? I ate 1/3 of it for dinner tonight and am keeping the rest for tomorrow or the day after!

Now I feel like a hibernating bear; storing up all the food indoors and hiding under blankets!

WINTER AND FOOD

Am currently on a 2-weeks holiday to South Korea! Will be back on the 28th!

We're planning to stay in for tomorrow. I guess it's getting a little boring already. Afterall, this is already our 3rd time visiting this country and state. In addition, it IS winter right now; therefore shopping is kinda restricted (if only it snows in Singapore too!). 

It seems like there's natural air-con wherever you go. And I am still finding it amusingly entertaining; seeing all the mist forming out from my mouth as I speak and breathe out.  Meanwhile indoors, even with the heated flooring system, our dorm room feels cold, especially as night falls. Overall, the weather is chilly, the wind is strong; even the tap water feels icy cold. Thank goodness for water heaters. Showering is becoming a torture, and heck, even my skin is starting to feel dry! I'm going to start slapping lotion on myself from tonight onwards!

Grouses aside, the food here is simply awesome! For one, their fried chicken from Kyochon is absolutely out of this world! Even their ramen (instant noodles) are a notch higher! I just had one pack of kimchi ramen for dinner, and it is sooooo thoroughly satisfying. Sigh! I AM GOING TO BE FAT! 

P.S. There's still no sight of snowflakes yet!

POTATIFIED

Last night, I had a meetup with this odd-pair long-time old friend of mine, Xu. We met at 5.30pm, and spent an amazing 4.5hours together. Despite the passage of years, it is still absolutely amazing at how starkly different we are in almost every way possible, but are yet still very very very good friends; and how we still click like old chains in spite of seeing each other once in a blue moon. And the best part? We're meeting again TOMORROW for some art and crafts! YIPPIE!!!

Anyway, I reached home last night at 10.30pm. Took a refreshing bath, had a quick snack, and surfed the internet to read up on a recipe which I was intending to try out. By then, lo and behold, it was already 11.30pm! I took out the cooled baked potatoes (I baked 2 medium potatoes before going out to meet Xu) and cut them into halves lengthwise. Scooped out the flesh pulp, and followed the steps as per instructed. When all was done, I left the four-halves potato shell to bake for the final 15 minutes.

Sadly, there are no pictures here because the products did not turn out as expected. The topping was a tad too runny! I consulted the recipe again, and - to my disgust - realised that the gravy topping was supposed to be mixed with a HAND MIXER until WELL-BLENDED and CREAMY. In my haste, I had (conveniently?) overlooked this little fine print of a detail. All I did was beat the mixture until it appeared fairly homogeneous - with a SPOON! Arghhh!!! There goes the potatoes! All because of a slight overlook! And because it is such a waste to throw both the potatoes away, I ate one of the halves, kept one of the halves overnight (experiment : to investigate how well the taste holds up when reheated in microwave), and threw away the remaining two halves. I am sooo stuffed with potatoes now. POTATIFIED! TOTALLY!

Anyway, the moral of the story?

Don't attempt any culinary tasks dead at night.

HEART THROUGH THE STOMACH

The reason why I look forward to going home every evening.

Other than my bed. Internet. Showering. 3-in-1 coffee. And Tofu, of course.

RUNNING BOYS

Finally, it's my favourite time of the entire year! I like the free hours and lazy, idyllic afternoons - which bring along with it the leisure liberty to do whatever I want. Adding on the gorgeous cooling weather which occurs only annually, it's perfect! Oh, ohmygosh, and it's already FRIDAY today??? ALREADY???

I've gotta admit : life is good. For now. Ever since holidays (officially) started this week, I've cleaned and tided up my room (to await the arrival of Grandma, who'll be staying with us quite permanently), showered the dog, had breakfasts with Dad and younger brother, walked the dog, cooked tea leaves eggs, and read up on some potato recipes. AND there's still a course to go for later this evening! Golly!

We were walking the dog yesterday evening at 4pm. The bout of monsoonal drizzle for the day had stopped briefly, and the weather was just absolutely terrific. We were strolling and enjoying the evening breeze when the younger brother decided to jog ahead for awhile to burn off the dog's excessive energy, and poof! they went; the two boys exploded ahead zestfully like twin cannonballs, leaving me trailing behind sluggishly, snapping an opportunistic, impromptu photo of their retreating backs.

And, oh, did I ever mention how big an anus Tofu has?

OCCUPATIONAL HAZARD

An agony which hardly anyone understands better than we do :

KAYPOH AND GLUTTON

Spot the kaypoh kia! =)

AND he's a glutton!

拿

A friend asked why have the post entries slowed down to a trickle. Well, so, here it is.

Days lately have been uneventful. The recent September holiday is short and hectic; so much so I don't feel rested enough. Had to conduct remedial extra lessons from Monday to Wednesday, went back to work again on Friday for work review, and in between, went for courses as usual, picked up knitting, showered the dog, walked the dog, and (supposedly) attended 4 weddings; 2 of which I declined, because it's my birthday date. All these in one week and, poof! One week of holiday is gone!

Anyway, lately it's been getting increasingly difficult to find topics to blog about. Maybe it's because life is getting kind of routinised, now that it's my 2nd year into the workforce. Or maybe it's because work has been all-consuming; I hardly have time to sit down, internalise, reflect, and think things through. Or maybe, discretion is part and parcel of the job. Nowadays I find myself thinking twice - sometimes, thrice - before blogging /facebook status-ing about something. Or maybe I'm simply just getting duller! I CERTAINLY HOPE NOT!

I miss being challenged. Miss the times of being a student. Miss the times when I can read books, shop for groceries, do some cooking / baking, meet up friends for outings / gatherings, getting involved in thoughts-provoking, meaningful conversations, or just doing anything that is mentally-stimulating. I don't know, but my brain feels so mash-y now. I feel like an ignorant airhead; a leaky and empty vessel. Going to work, setting papers, marking papers, teaching the same old topics over and over again. Uneventful. So dead. ARGH!

Anyway, on a sidenote, things are a little unbelievably crazy jaw-dropping right now. Just the other day, I was asking - in all seriousness - a friend if there's anyone nice whom she'd like to recommend. And I just found out (yesterday) that her husband sent out SMSes with, apparently, a photo attached. 

Now I feel like crawling into a hole and HIDE!

I CONFESS...

- When I was 15, because of insufficient funds for GIRO deduction, the parents gave me money to pay for the school fees at the General Office. I used the cash to buy a rabbit instead.

- Sometimes when I look at Tofu, I find myself wondering how tasty and tender his meat would be. Especially when I'm hungry.

- When I was in NUS, I mistakenly entered the gents once. And even washed my hands. With 2 guys inside, 1 of whom was using the urinal when I walked in. And I WAS STILL BLISSFULLY IGNORANT that I'm in the wrong place.

- I overslept last Friday (26th August) and woke up at 7.27am when the national anthem is to be sung at 7.30am and my first lesson starts at 7.40am. Imagine the horror! I quickly changed, petted the dog, ran, and reached the workplace at 7.39am. I didn't brush my teeth that morning.

- I've a bad sense of direction. I get lost in Orchard, Douby Ghaut, Suntec, Clarke Quay, and even Chinatown. There was once I got lost in Chinatown. Entered a shop and asked the assistant which direction leads to the MRT station. The Malaysian shop assistant directed me, and then asked bewilderedly am I a local. Shit!

- I sleeptalk occasionally. Especially when I'm tired / stressed. There was once, in an Overseas CIP trip to Bintan with the kids earlier this March, Angeline and I sleeptalk-ed with each other. Our conclusion? Two sleeptalkers sleeptalking to each other and having a conversation! The irony.

- Earlier this year, I cried and moaned because I had a bad dream in which I dreamt I'm lost (no surprise there). The younger brother heard it and initially thought it's something eerie because it so happened to be Qing Ming Festival that fateful day. The next morning, when I told him that I had a bad dream and cried and woke the dog, he exclaimed, "WAH LEU EH!! SO it's YOU!!! I thought it's a ghost la! I was so scared that I switched off the computer and slept early, you know!!! I switched on the living room light, then to the kitchen light, and then bathroom light, just to brush my teeth, you know!!!".

- One of my silly, inner worries is to, one day, discover that Tofu is able to swim. Because the whole family is not going to let me live it down if the dog knows how to swim, and not the owner.

- As long as I've lived, I have trouble pronouncing the word "permanent". My tongue always automatically pronounce it as 'per-mer-memt".

- I'm horrified of lizards. Even had a nightmare involving them once. Damnit.

- On some mornings, before I head out to work, I get deadly envious of Tofu. Eat, shit, sleep, play, eat, shit, sleep, play only. That stupid dog.

- I sometimes wonder how much does Tofu love me actually. If he is able to speak, would he declare and gush about his undying love for me?

- When I was younger, I had a plethora of ambitions. I wanted to be a singer and be Celine Dion version 2. Then an actress winning awards at the then-glamorous Hong Xing Da Jiang. Then a policewoman who gets rescued by a charmingly suave male colleague who is polite, good in character, doesn't smoke, respectful to elders, good with friends, well-rounded, dominant leader, cheerful, fit, healthy, and we live happily ever after. Then a hairdresser. Then a news anchor. Then a reporter for Lime magazine so that I can get up close and personal with Backstreet Boys. As age sets in, so does reality. My first serious ambition is to be a journalist / reporter. At 15, Biology entered my world. My new-found love for Biology overrode my love for language, and journalist got changed to doctor. Too bad I didn't have the brains for it. I didn't want to do research work either, so I somehow switched from Science to education at the last minute - mainly because I couldn't afford university tuition fees and a certain organisation timely offered to pay for it. The current work I'm doing? I've NEVER thought I'll be doing what I'm doing now.

- I talk / giggle to myself quite frequently.

- I've never believed in Santa Claus. The idea of a fat old man having so much time and money to buy presents for ALL the kids in the WHOLE WORLD and gets them delivered personally sounds ridiculous and far-fetched even to a young me. But I once believed there's toothfairy who'll buy my tooth and exchange it for money. Pui.

COINS

The savings habit. Except now, with the passage of time, there are some amendments to the rules.

Rule #1 : Upgrade to $100 maximum.

Rule #2 : Spend only notes, not the coins AND $5 notes.

Rule #3 : Save up all the coins AND $5 notes at the end of the day.

Unlike previously, I now also make a special effort to sort 10cents / 20cents and 50cents / 1dollar coins into 2 different coin boxes. Anyway, one of the coin boxes is FULL (yeah!!)!!! And it is the coin box which contains all the 50cents / 1dollar coins (yeah!!!).

 Tofu is always so kaypoh.

Anyway, I was done counting coins last night.

That small milk bottle containing 50cents / 1dollar coins add up to a grand total of ~$500!!! Can ya believe it???!!!

DO

There are so many things to do / have to do / can't do yet / yet to do.

- Might be meeting George and gang for Korean buffet dinner on 30th Aug (Tues, HARI RAYA!!!), if I'm free. He's still waiting for my confirmation. Oppps!

- Staff dinner on 1st Sept (Thurs). AND, after which, might be meeting Eric for supper. Provided he's not down for duty that night.

- Violet approached and asked me to calafare in a video for staff dinner. Think the making of the video would be quite a last-minute thing as no details are confirm YET.

- 2 wedding dinners to attend during the week of September holidays (one of which is at SENTOSA, omg).

- September holidays remedials to conduct. Shucks!

- Course to attend on Monday and Wednesday nights.

- Currency's pretty strong now. Ought to change currency now for December trip.

- Count my coin savings and either go for coin deposit in bank, or exchange for cash with the canteen aunties. I have saved too much coins over the years and months. SOOOO HEAVY!

How I wish time would fast-forward and these would get over and done with! But then, on another thought, all these are quite happening and exciting.

Anyway, it has been more than 2 weeks since course started. I've yet to follow up with my reading, neither have I completed the homework which have been assigned.

Teachers are bad students, really.

P.S. By the way, Yam Ah Mee is making a comback tonight!!! Cute guy, that one.

TIME FLIES

Going off for night course in 1.5hours time. So tempted to ponteng. Argh~

Anyway, in the blink of an eye, 2011 is ending soon! Oh my gosh! This is already Week 9 of Term 3 (there's 10 weeks in a term). This means that next week is the LAST WEEK of Term 3! 

After that, it'll be a week of September holidays (down for remedial again. 3 days of remedial. Shucks!). 

Term 4 continues after September holiday, and for the first 4 weeks, it'll be lessons as usual. 

End-of-year examinations commence on Week 5 onwards, and probably ends around Week 7. After which, there'll be a day of Marking Day for us poor souls. 

Finally, Week 8 - Week 10, we'll go through the scipts and key in results and meet-the-parents sessions and VOILA!!! Academic year 2011 has ended!!!

And, to top if off, come 2012, I'm down to the FINAL year of my bond!!!

I FEEL SO HAPPY NOW! *hop hop*

LOSE WEIGHT

I need to go on a diet!!!

D! I! E! T!

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow...

Tomorrow.....

 Tooommmoooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooowwwwwwwwww...

TOMORROW!

Self-discipline!!! ARGHHH!!!

ARGH

Still sick.

Awfully sick.

Wonder how am I going to talk tomorrow.

SOLUTION

While eating dinner just now, a random thought struck me.

I wonder, why can't we TELEPORT???


I mean, hey, imagine the numerous benefits!

1) More sleep. Need to report to work at 8am? Simple. Wake up at 730am. Take a shower, have a quick breakfast, dress up, and at 7.55am, VOILA!!!

2) Less air pollution. Simple. No burning of fossil fuel. No carbon emission. Goodbye, global warming.

3) Less money spent on transportation. SMRT and Transitlink wanna rise price again?? NEVER AGAIN!

4) More arable land to be used for recreational / commercial / public purpose.
More parks. More playgrounds. More cinemas. More shopping malls. More sports stadiums. More houses. Enough said.

5) No COE. No road tax. No ERP. Enough said. 

6) HDB prices may go down. (refer to point 4)


7) Lesser deaths. Due to nil probability of road / car accidents.

Of course, there are pros and cons. It would be total havoc if people are able to teleport as and when and where they like. Therefore, to deter uninvited guests, something akin to the firewall can be set up? For example, in order to teleport into my flat, a password is needed. Or maybe recite a tongue-twister backwards. Or maybe executing mambo-jambo techno dance steps to the tune of We Are The World.

Of course again, this would lead to the question of security and the possibility of hackers. But then again, it is another problem for another day.

You know what? I think I've just found the PERFECT solution to the worries of the average Singaporean.

Forget the 4 Tans.

Vote for me.

IN A NUTSHELL

Fell sick with flu and fever. Woke up on Sunday morning with an unexpected and severe symptom of super sore throat and runny/blocked nose. On Monday, it exacerbated into fever. Made a trip to the doctor, who suspected viral infection and gave me two days MC for the fever to subside. She mentioned something about taking in plenty of water and having good rest. Went to the pharmacy counter after that to collect the medication. The pharmacist behind the counter, while issuing the medication, giggled and joked that the doctor must have really wanted me to rest ALOT, as all the 3 medication prescribed (excluding lozenges) are super drowsy. Doctor had also prescribe a medication to bring down the swelling of the throat, but the pharmacist says the polyclinic has ran out of it (????!!!). Instead, she gave me a copy of the doctor's prescription list and asked me to get it from the Guardian pharmacy. In the end, I didn't. Because I don't see the need. Because I was lazy. Because I wanted to save the money, and reasoned that the throat soreness and swelling would go down by today.


I hate how the ear, nose, and throat are connected to each other. Because of this viral flu, my ears keep getting blocked, and I have to constantly 'pop' them (which always feel so oddly satisfying!), only to find them blocked again after a couple of hours. ARGHHH!!!


Anyway, thanks to the drugs, I was sleeping almost the WHOLE day today!
Woke at 730am (to eat breakfast), went back to sleep at 830am. Woke up at 1130am, used the computer for a while, and returned back to sleep at 1pm. Woke at 2pm, played with Tofu, had lunch, attempted to do some reading, and went back to sleep at 430pm. Woke up at 615pm, played with Tofu somemore, and had a shower. Now, at 730pm, I'm sitting in front of the computer, blogging away.




I feel so rested. FINALLY, I feel recovered. Granted, the super pain and sore throat is still there. But, still, at least the fever is gone and my nose is no longer blocked. It feels sooooooo good to be able to breathe normally again. Hope it'll sustain throughout the night later! Last night was horrible. I had to breathe through the mouth. And the already-sore throat feels even more irritated with the flow of air.





On a sidenote, the first CIBTAC lesson started last night!
It was pretty okay. In fact, studying Anatomy and Physiology reminds me of Poly days!




My throat is still as raw as sandpaper. Even swallowing of saliva hurts. Ok, I regret not getting the medication from Guardian pharmacy. =(

FAST!

Lesson's starting tomorrow! That's fast!


And I'm looking forward to it! 

CIBTAC

Registered!

:)

ESCARGOT

Title says it all!


Ate my first escargot a couple of hours ago.


Had quite a mental block trying to shove it into my mouth (omg, that's a SNAIL!!!!), but after sannakji (which I discovered I LOVE!!!), surely escargot is nothing.




Anyway, I survived escargot.


It's pretty nice and chewy. YUMMY.




Oh, yeah. Before I forget, Happy Birthday, Singapore. 

LEARNING (part 2)

CIBTAC Body Massage Diploma certification.

And knitting.

LEARNING

Currently looking at courses to take up. It's so hard not easy to slot one in into my already packed schedule. I'm only able to take part-time courses; and even with part-time courses (part time courses start at 630pm), it might not even work out because at 6.30pm, I am still in school on some days!
 


Arghhh~ Let's get something worked out!
 

EDUCATION

Sometimes, I wonder why do people place soooooo much importance on EDUCATION - so much so that it seems to be THE topmost priority that overrides everything?


Maybe it's the Asian society. Or it's just that Singapore society - being totally lack of natural resources to fall back on - is just too competitive. 


While it's unanimous that education IS important, but it doesn't mean that everything else is secondary.





For one, moral values.






I DON'T BELIEVE in students being forced and being drilled to master the "technique" to impeccably answer national examination questions in structurally-correct statements, and yet - at the same time - neglect values education totally. In the blind pursuit of academics.


I DON'T BELIEVE in "brainwashing" kids with the so-called "model answer", drilling them, giving hours and hours of marathon extra lessons after school and nagging at them to studystudystudystudystudy - just so that they can do well in the annual national examinations, qualify for high school, only to drop out in the end because they couldn't cope with their studies eventually.


Not everyone is musically-inclined. Not everyone can sing in perfect pitch. The same, I strongly believe, applies to academic-inclination too.





I DON'T BELIEVE in creating fireworks. Creating a one-time miracle by forcing it through, and then watching it frazzle away.


I DON'T BELIEVE in giving a man a fish. Teach him how to fish instead. 



I DON'T BELIEVE education should be a one-all and end-all.






I see no point in investing in the brains, if the moral values are lacking.


I see no point in the society producing a brilliant scholar who scores straight aces and distinctions, if he grows up to embezzle company's funds one day. 
I see no point in the society producing a successful doctor, if he can't even empathize with others.
I see no point in the society producing a high-flier businessman, if he deals with partners unscrupulously.










It should be moral values first. Education, second.

ANNE FRANK : AFTERTHOUGHT

Finally finished reading The Diary of a Young Girl : Anne Frank. This book was purchased while holidaying in Korea in June. Books and bookmarks are my nerdiest purchase throughout that holiday trip!

Reading the book is like going on a tumultuous roller coaster ride. 

I hate how jolly the beginning of the diary started off; but yet am magically enthralled by how it fluctuates like the U.S. stock market as Anne's moods swung up and down - typical of a young girl who was in the process of learning more about this world, herself, and people around her. And I hate, especially, how the last diary entry went. A young girl in the midst of discovering herself, but yet having to have her life cut off so tragically short.

At times, I secretly felt bad reading the book. Because it makes me like I'm breaching someone's privacy.

Her insecurities. Feeling that her father's love is something that has to be earned. Feeling inferior to her elder sister. Her agonies with her mother. The Pete whom she first loved before the war started. And the Peter who she later grew to fall in love with in the hideout during the war. Feeling sorry for - and worrying about - her fellow Jewish friends whom she's not able to help. Being miserable. Being angry at her father and writing a heated letter to the latter; ending up feeling sorry for being rude and insensitive to her father. Scarce food source. Eating strawberry and green peas for weeks on end. Her struggles with her self-esteem. Questioning whether the relationship with Peter is out of pure love, or did it stem from boredom within the confines. Questioning herself. The internal struggle with her different personalities which she never articulated out. Searching for her true identity. Self-discovery. Self-identification.

At times, all these made me feel bad. It feels like I'm threading on someone's VERY private thoughts. When she was talking gushing about her first kiss, I felt sorry for reading it. Immensely uncomfortable. I mean, hello??? This is something private! I will not want people to hear me gushing about such girly stuff!

Another reason why I felt bad while reading the book is : it makes me wonder about A LOT of things.

Would Anne have complained about eating strawberries for weeks on end; if only she knew that - in a couple of months' time - their hideout would be stomped by the Gestapo? 

During the terrible times of starvation in concentration camps, did Anne ever think about how nice it would be to be able to taste strawberries again?

Some eyewitnesses who were in the same concentration camp reported that both Anne, Margot (Anne's elder sister), and their mother were very close to each other. Mother and daughters were rarely apart; and the supposedly hostility between Anne and her mother did not seem to be observed. 

Had Anne survived the war, would she have gone back and revised what she wrote - and thought - of her mother?

Otto. Oh, Otto Frank. How did he - the only survivor of the Frank family, as well as the sole survivor from the Secret Annexe - feel; reading the handwritten diary of his youngest daughter after her death, baring all her innermost thoughts, intense emotions, and deepest pain? And prior to reading her diary, have never had even the slightest inkling of it all? Of how deep - and, at times, amazingly mature - his youngest daughter's thoughts actually were despite her tender age?

Anne. If she had known that everyone hiding in the Secret Annexe would fall into the hands of the Gestapo 3 days after her last entry, would she have felt differently? There she was, writing about her confusion, her search for self-identity. Struggling between her two different sides with different personalities. There she was, so innocent and pure as a child should be. And, sadly, oblivious to what's to come in 3 days time.

Anne. If only she had hung on. If only she did not contract Typhus. Is it a good thing - that she never got to know that only a mere 2 months after her death, the concentration camp in which she was imprisoned in was liberated by the British forces?

OH MY. I can't stop thinking and wondering about these senseless questions. They burn inside my brain like coals.

Sometimes, I think my imagination is killing me.

BREAKFAST

It was Youth Day yesterday.


Made breakfast. Healthy.


After which, went out in the afternoon to bring some of my boys to watch the 3rd ASEAN school games at NTU. (errmm.. Excuse me? I thought it's a school holiday??) Geez~

Milk. Cherry tomatoes. Banana. Carrot + onion egg roll.


 

OCTOPUS

Packed up and tidied the bedroom yesterday. I think there's just this thing about homo sapien with the XX sex chromosomes : we are so sentimental. Ohmygosh~


And so, yesterday, sentiment was thrown unceremoniously out of the window. Discarded long-overdue clothes which I've not worn since, like, a couple of years ago. I should have thrown out earlier, I know, but - typical of all women - the fear that I might need it one fine day crippled any actions.  


Throw this away. And that. And that. That, too!
"But.. I don't own much of this style of blouse!" 
You hardly wore it for the past year(s)!!! 
"Yaaaaa.. Butttt.. What if one day.. An event calls for it??? Die leh!" 
You can always get a new one! 
"Buuuttt.. Waste money lar!! And what iffff... Not nice??" 
Then how long do you want to keep it for? 
"Buuuttttttttttt.... I might need it somedayyy.. Hhhooowwwww?????????" 
If you didn't wear it for the past years, you're not going to need it anytime soon, stupid. 
"Buuuuuutttttt... What if suay leh??? This type of thing very suay one! What if I need it tomorrow??? Next week??? Next month?? Next next month?????"






SIGH! It's such a pain to be a woman! 


What a mental torture! I'm glad that stage's over!






Anyway, I still feel so good. It's such a good feeling; cleaning out and tidying up till spick and span. There's something therapeutic about cleaning, I suspect.






I'm in one of those moods. You know, those moods in which you feel that's just SO MUCH that you WANT to do!!! I was tidying up the room yesterday, when all of a sudden, there was this urge to do MANY other things.


Ahhhh~ I want to cook! It's been so long since I last cooked a proper dish!! OOooOOohhHHhHHhhhH~!!! I want to start eating healthier again! I used to have such healthy breakfasts in Korea. It's definitely a good habit to keep up with!!! AaaAhhHHhh~!! I want to go online and search for recipes to try out!! AAwwwww~ I want to experiment the different recipesssss!! I want to explore Cold Storage!!! And Giant and Carrefour!!! AaaAAwwWWwwwW arrrgghhhhHHH~!!!! SAVE MEeeEeeEe!!!




It is one of those moods. There are so many things I want to do; time permitting!!! There are so many things jostling in my brain, crying desperately for my time and attention. It is one of those moods when I wish - dearly - to be an octopus. With all 8 tentacles limbs. How nice!

TOFU

Hi! My name is Tofu! Born on 20th April 2010. 
This photo was taken when I was 3-months-old. I don't look as cute now as I used to.

I eat a lot, I sleep a lot, I play a lot, but most important of all, I EAT a lot. Yeah, I know I’ve already mentioned that.

I eat all kind of food. 
Rice, ham, veggie, beansprouts, ginger, garlic, bittergourd, carrot, durian, mango, and, oh yes, even TOFU!!! 
My owner is currently cracking her brain over what to experiment feeding me with next. She’s crazy, I tell you. But I still eat, anyway.

I’m very playful. I jump and hop and race around whenever I’m in the mood to. Especially when a family member gets home after school / work, I would get into one of these crazy moods to exhibit my overwhelming exuberance.


I'm dubbed "The Killer" in the house. Whenever an insect is sighted, The Killer is set on the loose. Ants. Flies. Spiders. And my most recent victory is a baby lizard. My owner was absolutely mortified! She refused to let me come near her for the next hour after that. Sigh!
 

I honestly think my name sounds stupid. Of all things, my silly owner just had to name me after a bean curd. BEAN CURD!! Imagine that! That stupid girl. I can never fathom how that brain of hers work!