HEY, GIRLS!!!
Curvy? Slim waist, big hips? Pear-figure? Bottom-heavy?
No worries.
Monday, 19 May 2008
Sunday, 18 May 2008
LEARNING THINGS
Just the other day, I was lying on my bed, angel-spreaded. I was a little tired, but not to the extent of exhaustion. It just feels so nice and cozy to just simply lay in the warm comforts of my springy bed and defy something great and phenomenal called gravity. I laid on my back, looking up straight to the ceiling.
I was thinking of nothing in particular. Just taking a rest, while the face of the Earth continues its activities. Accompanying me was the constant tick-tock-tick-tock of my bedroom clock.
And I realized that, in the past 5 years since my family has moved here to this new apartment, never once had I changed the batteries in the clock.
No, not that I own some magical clock. Neither does that it operates by solar power.
My parents must have been changing the batteries for me. Climbing onto a chair. Taking down the clock. Changing its batteries. And finally putting it back.
Even though nowadays, I've adopted the habit of checking for time on my watch or mobile phone; rather than the clock. I seldom even look at the clock, as it tends to be neither very accurate nor reliable - especially at times when it's running low in battery energy. Thus, when the batteries run out of energy, I hardly bother to purchase a new pair and get the clock up and running again. But I deliberated against taking that useless clock down, because its frame is simple and uncomplicated. With its silver-plated frame, the clock - as a whole - looks sophisticated and elegant and thus, it adds a touch of class to my room.
But neither of my parents know how useless that looks-good-but-not-so-good-to-use clock is. They just change the batteries for me accordingly. Faithfully. Dutifully. Silently. And the clock resumes its usual tick-tocking once again.
Sometimes, we don't have to look too far just to find love. Love is all around.
So often, if only people would slow down their hectic pace of life in exchange for a moment of solitude, we'll discover and learn so much more things in the latter.
Instead of dwelling in self-pity or focusing our eyes on what we don't have in life or working our ass off just to lay our hands on the latest IT gadget, we'll realized that love is - more often than not - just right under our nose.
And at the end of the day, this is all that truly matters. It is the one and only thing that really matters.
Because, in life, love is one of the most ultimate and important things.
And because, in this race of life, love ultimately prevails and wins over everything.
Just the other day, I was lying on my bed, angel-spreaded. I was a little tired, but not to the extent of exhaustion. It just feels so nice and cozy to just simply lay in the warm comforts of my springy bed and defy something great and phenomenal called gravity. I laid on my back, looking up straight to the ceiling.
I was thinking of nothing in particular. Just taking a rest, while the face of the Earth continues its activities. Accompanying me was the constant tick-tock-tick-tock of my bedroom clock.
And I realized that, in the past 5 years since my family has moved here to this new apartment, never once had I changed the batteries in the clock.
No, not that I own some magical clock. Neither does that it operates by solar power.
My parents must have been changing the batteries for me. Climbing onto a chair. Taking down the clock. Changing its batteries. And finally putting it back.
Even though nowadays, I've adopted the habit of checking for time on my watch or mobile phone; rather than the clock. I seldom even look at the clock, as it tends to be neither very accurate nor reliable - especially at times when it's running low in battery energy. Thus, when the batteries run out of energy, I hardly bother to purchase a new pair and get the clock up and running again. But I deliberated against taking that useless clock down, because its frame is simple and uncomplicated. With its silver-plated frame, the clock - as a whole - looks sophisticated and elegant and thus, it adds a touch of class to my room.
But neither of my parents know how useless that looks-good-but-not-so-good-to-use clock is. They just change the batteries for me accordingly. Faithfully. Dutifully. Silently. And the clock resumes its usual tick-tocking once again.
Sometimes, we don't have to look too far just to find love. Love is all around.
So often, if only people would slow down their hectic pace of life in exchange for a moment of solitude, we'll discover and learn so much more things in the latter.
Instead of dwelling in self-pity or focusing our eyes on what we don't have in life or working our ass off just to lay our hands on the latest IT gadget, we'll realized that love is - more often than not - just right under our nose.
And at the end of the day, this is all that truly matters. It is the one and only thing that really matters.
Because, in life, love is one of the most ultimate and important things.
And because, in this race of life, love ultimately prevails and wins over everything.
Friday, 16 May 2008
Sunday, 11 May 2008
AS I'M TYPING...
I'm missing and yearning for caffeine. Very badly.
I've only had 2 miserable cups/glasses of coffee in the span of the past 7 days; past 1 week.
Man, I power anot, you tell me?!
Sigh... I really wish for another serving now.
P.S. Update: From Milo, it has changed to Black Rice Cereal Beverage.
Coffee... coffee... coffee... coffee... coffee... coffee... coffee... coffee... coffee...
I'm missing and yearning for caffeine. Very badly.
I've only had 2 miserable cups/glasses of coffee in the span of the past 7 days; past 1 week.
Man, I power anot, you tell me?!
Sigh... I really wish for another serving now.
P.S. Update: From Milo, it has changed to Black Rice Cereal Beverage.
Coffee... coffee... coffee... coffee... coffee... coffee... coffee... coffee... coffee...
Monday, 5 May 2008
FEELING DEPRIVED
Mom has been rather weird lately, getting increasingly health-conscious. She loves to cook broccoli and carrots on Saturdays and Sundays (the only days when she's at home to cook dinner), hailing its health benefits. A few months ago, she introduced brown rice into the family dinner menu. Just the other day, because of the recent humid weather, she bought barley drinks, claiming that it's "cooling" for the body. Sitting in our refrigerator, currently, are also two 1.5L of Oat Milk from Magnolia. Gone too, is my favourite coffee, to make way for instant Milo sachets instead.
Not that I'm complaining, anyway.
I've always been more of a hypochondriac, afterall.
Brown rice. Broccoli. Celery. Wheat. Oat. Wholemeal bread. Milk. Bring it on!
It's no secret - to anyone who knows me well enough - that coffee is my best friend. Literally. Instead of replenishing my body with pure, pristine H2O, my hands would wander ever so naturally to the particular drawer containing - to my extreme delight - the much-beloved coffee sachets. On any typical day, it is not uncommon to consume an average of 3 cups. Of course, in the face of exams, the statistic easily goes up to 6 cups per day. Coffee keeps me company as I study.
It's not healthy, I know, I know. But try as I might, kicking off the addictive lure of caffeine eludes me like a plague. Previously, I had tried - in vain - to replace the daily doses of coffee with a healthier alternative of milk formulas. Chocolate-flavoured, even, to make it more enticing to the taste buds. But my hands always seem to possess a life of its own, and would rather stealthily reach out for the coffee sachets than the tin of calcium-fortified, low-fat Anlene. I only lasted 3 months at most, before reverting helplessly back to the caffeine-vein demoness that I was and always has been.
Now that no one in the family is re-stocking the already-depleted coffee supply, it seems so much easier to kick off the habit. Afterall, there is no temptation in the first place. I could search the whole house and find not even one grain of aromatic coffee powder.
And now I'm happy. Because my body seems to have adapted to taking Milo as a replacement for the usual doses of caffeine. Sure, the occasional urge for coffee is still there. It rears its ugly head once in a while, but at least it's manageable - for the time being, that is.
The bad thing is, having no coffee to drink, I'm now sort of addicted to Milo; and am drinking it with the same fervency and frequency as I did with coffee. And it is still the studying period; my last paper will only end tomorrow. After I'm done with CM3232 (Physical Chemistry of Solid State & Interfaces) tomorrow, I'm a liberatedwoman lady. And I'll work hard to keep it to 3 cups of Milo per day.
Hope I won't pile on the weight.
Stupid Milo.
Mom has been rather weird lately, getting increasingly health-conscious. She loves to cook broccoli and carrots on Saturdays and Sundays (the only days when she's at home to cook dinner), hailing its health benefits. A few months ago, she introduced brown rice into the family dinner menu. Just the other day, because of the recent humid weather, she bought barley drinks, claiming that it's "cooling" for the body. Sitting in our refrigerator, currently, are also two 1.5L of Oat Milk from Magnolia. Gone too, is my favourite coffee, to make way for instant Milo sachets instead.
Not that I'm complaining, anyway.
I've always been more of a hypochondriac, afterall.
Brown rice. Broccoli. Celery. Wheat. Oat. Wholemeal bread. Milk. Bring it on!
It's no secret - to anyone who knows me well enough - that coffee is my best friend. Literally. Instead of replenishing my body with pure, pristine H2O, my hands would wander ever so naturally to the particular drawer containing - to my extreme delight - the much-beloved coffee sachets. On any typical day, it is not uncommon to consume an average of 3 cups. Of course, in the face of exams, the statistic easily goes up to 6 cups per day. Coffee keeps me company as I study.
It's not healthy, I know, I know. But try as I might, kicking off the addictive lure of caffeine eludes me like a plague. Previously, I had tried - in vain - to replace the daily doses of coffee with a healthier alternative of milk formulas. Chocolate-flavoured, even, to make it more enticing to the taste buds. But my hands always seem to possess a life of its own, and would rather stealthily reach out for the coffee sachets than the tin of calcium-fortified, low-fat Anlene. I only lasted 3 months at most, before reverting helplessly back to the caffeine-vein demoness that I was and always has been.
Now that no one in the family is re-stocking the already-depleted coffee supply, it seems so much easier to kick off the habit. Afterall, there is no temptation in the first place. I could search the whole house and find not even one grain of aromatic coffee powder.
And now I'm happy. Because my body seems to have adapted to taking Milo as a replacement for the usual doses of caffeine. Sure, the occasional urge for coffee is still there. It rears its ugly head once in a while, but at least it's manageable - for the time being, that is.
The bad thing is, having no coffee to drink, I'm now sort of addicted to Milo; and am drinking it with the same fervency and frequency as I did with coffee. And it is still the studying period; my last paper will only end tomorrow. After I'm done with CM3232 (Physical Chemistry of Solid State & Interfaces) tomorrow, I'm a liberated
Hope I won't pile on the weight.
Stupid Milo.
Friday, 2 May 2008
Sunday, 27 April 2008
STUPID WEATHER
There are just so many things to study and memorize and I really shouldn't be online but yet I am online. And I don't know what am I doing online when I should be doing something which does not involve coming online. But somehow I still find myself online. And once I've come online it's kind of hard to push myself to go offline. At times when I do go offline I find myself coming back online again. The weather is so humid and hot but yet I'm still sneezing. And as I'm sneezing my nose away I find myself online and so I'm online again. And now that I'm online I'm doing nothing constructive but blogging incoherently regarding something senseless about being online or offline. And as I'm typing I'm wondering why the heck am I still online. And as I'm wondering what am I doing online I'm also cursing the weather. The weather is so humid and it's just so hard to concentrate. How can one study in this humidity and so how can I NOT be online? But I really should not be online. But if I'm not online I'll be offline. But the current weather is too humid to be offline. But I really can't be online. And now I'm still wondering why am I still online. I really should be offline but really, how can I not be online? But regardless of whether I'm online or offline the stupid weather is so terribly humid and stiffing and I'm typing senseless things that make no sense to you or me or anybody and at the end of the day I'm still wondering why am I online when I should not be online.
Time to go offline.
There are just so many things to study and memorize and I really shouldn't be online but yet I am online. And I don't know what am I doing online when I should be doing something which does not involve coming online. But somehow I still find myself online. And once I've come online it's kind of hard to push myself to go offline. At times when I do go offline I find myself coming back online again. The weather is so humid and hot but yet I'm still sneezing. And as I'm sneezing my nose away I find myself online and so I'm online again. And now that I'm online I'm doing nothing constructive but blogging incoherently regarding something senseless about being online or offline. And as I'm typing I'm wondering why the heck am I still online. And as I'm wondering what am I doing online I'm also cursing the weather. The weather is so humid and it's just so hard to concentrate. How can one study in this humidity and so how can I NOT be online? But I really should not be online. But if I'm not online I'll be offline. But the current weather is too humid to be offline. But I really can't be online. And now I'm still wondering why am I still online. I really should be offline but really, how can I not be online? But regardless of whether I'm online or offline the stupid weather is so terribly humid and stiffing and I'm typing senseless things that make no sense to you or me or anybody and at the end of the day I'm still wondering why am I online when I should not be online.
Time to go offline.
Tuesday, 22 April 2008
Wednesday, 9 April 2008
OH, LET'S REJOICE
Finally, it's finished; over and done with. Full-stop. Period. The End.
Each time, I blink back tears, fold it neatly, keep it tidily in my cupboard, ensure that it's well out of my sight, and wonder earnestly when I'll be seeing it again.
Will I be missing it?
Do I feel a part of me has been taken away?
Is misery weighing down on me?
Do I feel lost or insecure?
Do I detect a tinge of regret or nostalgia?
Do I feel as though my self-identification is compromised in any way?
Does my heart ache?
Definitely not.
After having donned it for 5 years and counting, I can't wait to reduce it to ashes. Seriously. Honestly.
And the thought that it'll be another 3 months later the next time I'll be wearing it; man, it is music to the ears, nourishment for the body, and peace for the soul.
Goodbye to the weekly laboratory reports.
Adios to the 4 walls of the laboratories.
Au revoir to the grueling weekly 7hours-long experiment sessions.
Today is the last. The long-awaited finale.
For this semester, that is.
And now, all that's left is to finish off the laboratory reports that's due tomorrow and next week.
And then, it's the much-dreaded time of the semester again: 3 more weeks to Finals!
And, yes, goodbye to my lab coat and safety goggles. It'll be another 3months before I'll be seeing you again.
My lab coat. Indeed, you've served me faithfully and loyally for the past 5 academic years. You're crisp and clean, durable and reliable. Never once have you failed me. Try as I might, no matter how many times I accidentally contaminated you with bacterial cultures, clinical wastes, strong acids or alkalines, and thus the consequent harsh bleaching and detergent washing on my part; you never once gave up on me. Hell, you never even once complained. Bless you!
I remember back in my Poly days, I once burnt you with a red-hot innoculation needle after having heat-sterilized it. I can still recall the burnt smell of garment, the sizzling sound that's reminiscent of grilled meat on a hotplate, and the resultant spiral coil of hazy smoke. Of course, it was honestly unintentional. I even felt so bad afterwards and gave myself a good, hard mental kick. After all, you're mine. You belong to me. In fact, I can still recall the joy and jubilant on that particular day 5 years ago when I made you mine.
Much as you get on my nerves, it was never my intention - then and now - to hurt you in any way imaginable. Admittedly, at times I get tempted to do so so badly, and I relished and indulged in the heavenly idea of executing it. However, whatever little love I have remaining for you always prevail; albeit it was anything but triumphantly. Perhaps, it's mainly because I still need you, and I WILL STILL BE NEEDING YOU until the day I graduate and kiss my student life goodbye.
Back then, I made you mine for SGD$18; and considering that it's been 5 donkey years (and counting) since we've been together, you're truly indeed value for money.
I may sound like an ingrate. Evil. Heartless and cold-hearted, even.
BUT no, I will not miss you for the coming 3months.
Goodbye, dear lab coat. I loveD you~
Finally, it's finished; over and done with. Full-stop. Period. The End.
Each time, I blink back tears, fold it neatly, keep it tidily in my cupboard, ensure that it's well out of my sight, and wonder earnestly when I'll be seeing it again.
Will I be missing it?
Do I feel a part of me has been taken away?
Is misery weighing down on me?
Do I feel lost or insecure?
Do I detect a tinge of regret or nostalgia?
Do I feel as though my self-identification is compromised in any way?
Does my heart ache?
Definitely not.
After having donned it for 5 years and counting, I can't wait to reduce it to ashes. Seriously. Honestly.
And the thought that it'll be another 3 months later the next time I'll be wearing it; man, it is music to the ears, nourishment for the body, and peace for the soul.
Goodbye to the weekly laboratory reports.
Adios to the 4 walls of the laboratories.
Au revoir to the grueling weekly 7hours-long experiment sessions.
Today is the last. The long-awaited finale.
For this semester, that is.
And now, all that's left is to finish off the laboratory reports that's due tomorrow and next week.
And then, it's the much-dreaded time of the semester again: 3 more weeks to Finals!
And, yes, goodbye to my lab coat and safety goggles. It'll be another 3months before I'll be seeing you again.
My lab coat. Indeed, you've served me faithfully and loyally for the past 5 academic years. You're crisp and clean, durable and reliable. Never once have you failed me. Try as I might, no matter how many times I accidentally contaminated you with bacterial cultures, clinical wastes, strong acids or alkalines, and thus the consequent harsh bleaching and detergent washing on my part; you never once gave up on me. Hell, you never even once complained. Bless you!
I remember back in my Poly days, I once burnt you with a red-hot innoculation needle after having heat-sterilized it. I can still recall the burnt smell of garment, the sizzling sound that's reminiscent of grilled meat on a hotplate, and the resultant spiral coil of hazy smoke. Of course, it was honestly unintentional. I even felt so bad afterwards and gave myself a good, hard mental kick. After all, you're mine. You belong to me. In fact, I can still recall the joy and jubilant on that particular day 5 years ago when I made you mine.
Much as you get on my nerves, it was never my intention - then and now - to hurt you in any way imaginable. Admittedly, at times I get tempted to do so so badly, and I relished and indulged in the heavenly idea of executing it. However, whatever little love I have remaining for you always prevail; albeit it was anything but triumphantly. Perhaps, it's mainly because I still need you, and I WILL STILL BE NEEDING YOU until the day I graduate and kiss my student life goodbye.
Back then, I made you mine for SGD$18; and considering that it's been 5 donkey years (and counting) since we've been together, you're truly indeed value for money.
I may sound like an ingrate. Evil. Heartless and cold-hearted, even.
BUT no, I will not miss you for the coming 3months.
Goodbye, dear lab coat. I loveD you~
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