I think JX meant to say something when he sent this to me.

I'm sure he wants to do that (last frame) to me sometimes. HAHA

A sunset a day, drives your worries away.

I was brisk-walking home on a Friday evening, relieved that it was finally the weekend but etched on my forehead was a slight frown from mounting stress at work. I had nothing on in the next few hours, but I was eager to be home.

I then saw, before me, a wheelchair-bound man stopped wheeling himself in the midst of a carpark, and lifted his head to look afar. Aware that the carpark was a slight uphill slope, I thought he may be experiencing some difficulties, so I went up to him and offered my help gently.

The moment he turned his head to look at me, his cheery disposition had me pleasantly surprised. He grinned at me and exclaimed he was fine and explained that he was just stopping by to look at the sunset. And thanked me profusely for offering help in the first place.

I smiled at him in return, and sensed a slow wakening within myself which calmed me down as I looked up to at the sky and the vibrant sunset amidst the silhoutte of the trees.

I was thankful to him, actually, for reminding me that one should not be that self-absorbed and should be more appreciative of what is given and what is there. I love sunrises and sunsets, but have forgotten to look up to the skies when my pace of life quickens. One can be miserable the whole day, the whole week, or even his whole life and forget about being happy – but the entire world is moving on, with you sulking or not. So why not take it a little easier on yourself, and seek joy in what you have?... Ask not what life is there to offer you, but what you can offer yourself with that mindset of yours.

Joy Rides on a Sunny Weekend

I thought that the lau-pok-pok car was kind of cute actually. You know, a-grampa-without-teeth-smiley-that-sorta-'cute'? Yep.

SMK's Day-Off

Had been wanting to get the pictures of the day that SMK went to the botanical gardens on our day-off. So tough. Cos they are about 120mb in all.

Zzz.

But so sweet of S -

She scrapbooked it!

Yet another MRT pervert

This time, it’s a secondary school boy. Who couldn’t stop pulling my skirt beneath his legs as he sat beside me.

Crazy sicko!

Why are there so many perverts on MRTs, or am I just plain unlucky to meet that many of them?

And no one came forward to lend a helping hand when I tried to pull my skirt back from him while he feigned ignorance as I raised my voice at him to have my skirt back. Why!

Serves me right?

It’s been 2 days since the JPMorgan Run. But my thighs are still hurting like mad. Yeah, so I did jog.

It was kind of sad actually, I used to peek at those fit ones running beside me on the treadmills and pace myself with them, if not, try to outrun them, with that “see-who-stops-first” mentality. But for that run that happened a couple days back, I was pacing myself with err, bigger sized participants.

The route was like crap – even though it is going to be the F1 Grand Prix race track. It was narrow and bumpy. Not a good route for a run with 10,000 participants. I grimaced each time a sweaty body slid past me. Which is countless. Gross.

I was congratulating myself while into my 2KM, “Hey, not bad. I’m still holding up although I’m like a tortoise.” But of course... I didn't get to jog all the way. (._.)

And when I did finally finish the race, I was relieved. I didn’t activate a string of wailing sirens, at least.

And then I had one & a half Western main course meals topped with a dessert after the run. Jalepeno at The Flyer. Not surprised if I turned out to be unhealthier at the end of the day.

I didn’t think I would run so I didn’t even warm up. Bad move. My thighs felt like lead the next morning I woke up. And now, they hurt so bad that I couldn't exactly put my legs together and I need to prop myself up with my hands when I use the toilet bowl. But I couldn’t help then but jog when I saw everyone in front of me do so. It had been so long since I sweat buckets like that.

And needless to say, JX nagged at me.

S+M+K

Had a mini-celebration with K+S to commemorate our 13-year-old friendship over the Easter weekend. By staying over at my place. Not very happening.

Probably the most happening thing was us trotting down to the convenience stall to get supper – without our bras (except for S, who claims she needs every support that she can get).

There was a lot of marveling of old stuffs we had done for each other though (with S shrieking sporadically each time T-Rex goes near her). And my unfaded neo-prints. And our old pictures. K demanding me to burn our secondary school prom picture. Debated why I looked like a mama-san with cockroach feelers for my JC prom, while I wailed that I won’t want to look like that for my wedding when K+S believed that I would.

After the “adventure” of trying to get our supper hunched-back, we had instant noodles and sparkling wine. And exchanged songs on our mobiles via Bluetooth, with our legs propped up. Again, reminiscing songs from “our era”. Gee, weird auntaaaaaaays...

And then there was a debate over who was a better host while we got ready to sleep. Sharing more secrets before dozing off... and trying hard not to fall off the bed throughout the night. And then, S woke up with a sty. Not that my house is a sty, but I meant a sty on the eye.

I wonder how many more stayovers we can have in this lifetime. Would we be like those housewives on that silly show “煮妇的假期”? Hahaha.

Tears and Smiles

Was there anyone who viewed it and wasn't touched to tears?

Grown up to be cynics, haven't we...?

P.S.: Loved the portion where Simon Cowell covered up a air-barf in the introductionary interview.

The Easter Bunny, in his puberty.

My Easter Bunny in the house got a little horny.

And there I was, thinking, “How cute. What is he trying to do, circling my feet so enthusiastically like that?”

Next thing I knew, he was humping my legs. I shrieked in repulsion and into the cage he went. I felt... raped.

Happy Easter in advance ah.

Randomness

They're from Puma. I think they're pretty. And would make me feel like I just stepped out from a comic strip.

Hm...

I hope he is/was a banker.

Randomness

1. I think as you grow older, the faster time seems to pass. Nary a wink, and it’s into 2nd quarter of 2009. And, I'm getting lazier. As you can see from my (relatively) inactive blog.

2. Everyone has gone and is going to Taiwan. Damn.

3. Read an article today regarding the protest in London and it got me stifling my laughter in office. The neverending bleak financial news now peppered with dry humor. An Easter Bunny hopped through the police barricade and an armed man waved a light saber at a policeman, while a banner “Eat the Bankers” waved somewhere in the crowd and the helicopters hovered above. I’m (some sort of) glad that these people still manage to inject some sort of dry, if not lame, humor in this otherwise “what’s-new”, somber protest. But I shouldn’t be laughing – someone died. I had a sneaking suspicion that the writer was in fact writing in glee. Read article here.

4. I think Joanne is covering up her boob job. Couldn’t be more of a wrong timing to replay one of her first few shows in the late night slots while there was a controversy on her boobs and her denial. Stark difference. Not as if you started out as a budding teenager in the first place. I mean, just admit la – if you think you would look more proportionate and doing a boob job will make you feel better, people will leave you alone when you come clean. Look at Kelly Rowland.

5. Using Ba Wang shampoo now – recommended by Ass, using her parents’ testimonials. I want I want I want a headful of luxurious soft hair. Can there ever be enough hair? (not Hagrid’s scraggly kind though)

6. (Hagrid->Harry Potter) ...brings me to – books. Finished the Twilight-New Moon-Eclipse-Breaking Dawn series not too long ago. Late, I know. Didn’t get why everyone went gaga, picked up the book (thanks to Ah Qi and Ass) and then become gaga myself. Watched the movie online after reading the book, and wow, it actually sucks (pun unintended). Suddenly comments sprouting all over those celebrity blogs on Robert Pattinson the 'Vampire' were begging him to bite them. And then read an article on Reuters that a female vampire was uncovered. (0_0)

7. Filed income tax. Major grumble. No rebates at all. Told JX that we seriously need to get married soon. And have a kid. Or twins. Or triplets. Only to get JX’s grumble. Said didn’t want twins – with my absent-mindedness that I would probably feed the same one twice. After some thought, I won’t rule that out.

8. Was enrolled into the JPMorgan Run...*chirping crickets* Contemplating whether to try my virgin run after 1.5 years at that event, and JX forewarned me. Reminded me that I probably won't want to get the ambulance on standby to wail its siren. But 5.6KM... used to be manageable? Gah. Subsequently led me to consider what sort of sport I should be taking up, considering my back problem. Tai Chi? Belly dancing? Dancing (what dance?)? Back to Yoga? Random thoughts again.

9. Watched Dragonball Evolution, and wow, it sucks. JX and I were smacking our foreheads through the movie. It was like - (snigger, snigger), *piak*, (roll eyes) and repeat. I like Detroit Metal City though – lame, yeah, but, ok la, it’s lame.

10. I want to play the piano again. Got some beautiful pieces. BUT only to find out that my piano gave up on me a long time ago.

Here we go... again.

Introducing, "Newbit", "Rocker", "Bruce/Bruise", "Orbit", "Cotton", "小白", "Wayang", "Bitty", "T-REX". Jo decided.

Cat-Woman, you must have really beautiful legs in order to wear this day-in day-out.

Almost wanted to buy this rubbery spandex tights, which for a moment, I thought it was cool.

Well, it turns out not.

While waiting for JX at Vivocity, I hung around Forever21 and tried to put some clothes together. Not really my kind of style, but probably, I wanted to engage that 15-year-old side of me, which never got the chance to be fashion-conscious back then (as compared to the teens now).

So, tights - a must-have in the teen-getup-look.

BOY, was it tough to get into that, which was so rubbery and squeaky. It’s probably the material and I was laughing myself silly in the fitting room - because... I looked like a miserable Cat-Woman with short legs and a long crotch at one point.

After realizing that I had to wear it like a pair of stockings and some huffing and puffing, I looked at the final outcome. Damn, it was really unflattering. Made my legs look short and fat, and my knees shiningly-ugly. And I somehow looked pregnant. Gee, how harsh.

When I returned the clothes, I thought the girl looked at me weird. I wondered if it was because she heard me giggling alone in the fitting room. Or the choice of clothes that I chose.

A Belated Boogey V-Day Post

No, I don't have a Samsung phone but I love them.

I had a nose booger stuck in my nose and JX saw. After he exclaimed his sighting, I went - "Yeah, it was stuck there for a while and it's irritating the hell out of me. Should I dig it out?"

JX looked at me, and I couldn’t quite understand his expression. But I proceeded to remove that offensive muck obstructing my nasal tract. At that point, JX yelped somewhat hysterically while I laughed away sinisterly with my index finger standing tall and proud, propping a biological weapon.

In our struggle (me trying to get close to him, while he getting away from me), that sticky booger got a portion of itself onto JX’s black shirt. He shrieked and went on nagging some gibberish while I laughed away, with my finger sticking in mid-air.

He commanded that I flick it away. But I placed it (somewhere) and told him whenever he past by that place, he would then think of me (in disgust or lovingly, up to him). I think he shrieked again, because I couldn’t quite hear properly while I was going on with my insane laughter.

We walked along, and in a while, I revealed to him matter-of-factly, “I think I’ve got some more stuck in my nose. What do I do now?” He thought the booger episode was over. He forewarned me not to dig it again. What would he do, if I did, I don't know.

And then I lit up like a bulb, “Oh, I could do it the grampa-style. You know, hold down the other nostril and snort it out!” And I proceeded to do that, aiming at a grass patch before he could stop me.

I failed miserably. I turned to look at JX in a dead-panned expression and he couldn’t stop laughing. I had slimy/sticky snot all over my nose. It somehow slapped itself upwards instead of rocketing out and away. While he was laughing away, he still managed to warn me not to touch him till I get home and clean up. Along the journey home I did not manage to flick the booger away because it was too clingy to its owner.

He told me, wisely, that I didn’t block the other nostril tightly hence the pathetic failure.

“How romantic ya, our Valentine’s Day celebration!” I grinned, sticky booger in hand.

“Yeah, 4 years into our relationship. And on Valentine’s Day. And you are already the way you are... I wonder what’s next in time to come.”

Oooooh, you will know. :D

P.S.: Yes, it was in public but it was dark and almost no one was around as we walked home. I do have some social etiquette ok.

Ah Qi, this one's for you.

You love Korean guys, right, Qi? I give you one. Who sings sexy.

I think he hates Mariah Carey. It must be the case right?

They shouldn't have to go through this.

These poor animals which once lived in the forests of Australia. Imagine how they panicked in their last moments. Imagine their frantic terror as they tried to escape but got caught in fiery deadends.

This is one survivor from the Australian bushfires.

"You can how she stops and moves forward and looks at me. It was like a look saying "I can't run, I'm weak and sore, put me out of my misery,"" Tree told Reuters.

"I yelled out for some water and I sat down with her and tipped the water up. It was in my hand and she reached for the bottle then put her right claw into my left hand which was cold so it must have given her some pain relief and she just left it there. It was just amazing."

(Source: Reuters)

'Amazing' wouldn't be a word I would choose to use in that juncture, but well...

No one person or animal should have to go through this.

"...words escape us all when it comes to describing that deliberate arson,"said Victoria state Premier John Brumby.

How apt.

A Filthy Dirt makes its debut on a Can-Opener's Manual

Click to enlarge. On that one filthy dirt that wipes dry cloth.

A Hairy 牛 Year

Acceptance

It had been a devastating time for all when Norbit left us suddenly. It took us all a while to get used to the fact that Norbit is gone forever. We all missed him terribly. And truthfully, my heart still wrenches as the nasty memories attack me from time to time - him fighting for his life on the operation table, eventually struggling to get close to the oblivious me when he was near his death, his limp body as the vet tried to resuscitate him, the words that finalized his life...

Jo said she was sorry that I had to be the one to witness the entire ordeal and for selfish reasons, she was in a way blessed to be spared from the agony. But a large part of me was glad that I was there with him when he needed me most. I just wish for Norbit to know that we all loved him.

It is still painful now, but it gets better and it will pass. In time, I know, I will think about Norbit and smile instead of crying.

JX said, "That's it. We'll not have any pets," after rushing to my side and witnessing my crumbled state when he heard the news.

My heartbroken parents were also a little apprehensive in getting another pet now. My dad went, "See, I told you. You have to expect this when you get a pet. You will be heartbroken when its time is up." My mom then added, "That's why I didn't want us to have a pet."

But... would you rather protect yourself from potential agony, from sad memories - and hence no happy memories, to not love and be loved in return; OR to create happy moments despite knowing one day, it probably will all end, short-lived or not? I choose the latter. So what if you are living, but not a life?

Letting Go

... is just so hard.

You have been a great friend. All of us love you, you know that. We will miss you so terribly...

Goodbye... Norbit.

And so, a hole was burnt.

OK, I’ve gotten it. Haven’t got much of a choice actually. Was debating whether to get a PDA phone... but I hate miniscule buttons which have everything against my clumsy thumbs. And what, individual buttons for every single letter? –snore- Why, when you can have 8 buttons to represent all 26 letters along with their smart text?

The iPhone doesn’t seem all that perfect according to my sister’s mutterings and bland note “My phone is not working, I don’t know why” from time to time. And I’ve always doubted the touch-screen function anyway. And it doesn't even have Bluetooth! WHY!?

Anyway, because this new Sony Ericsson handphone of mine is a walkman, the quality of the pictures is not as great as my faulty Cybershot handphone. :(

What now, I can’t go snapping away happily whenever I feel like it or to capture the God of Pigeons and be assured of reasonably clear pictures at the same time. Yeah, you can lug a camera along wherever you go, but it’s just... different.

The other handphones that have 8MP are as heavy as cameras and LOOK like cameras.

Ah, I guess I’ll just wait in a few years/decades (?) till they make everything one-third its current size.

Meantime, I’ll just make myself deaf with the 8GB of music on my handphone while the pictures on my blog will just be a disgusting blur of dull colours with lots of noise. (>_<)

Pweeeeeeetty...

My handphone's out - and thus gives me a good reason to look at these beauties. OMG, they are so pretty! Japanese phones? I want!!! *claws at screen* Even then when I was in Tokyo with JX, travelling around in her subways, I kept eyeing the handphones the Japanese were meddling with. Their big LCD screens, their vivid emoticons that they can insert in their messages. But I doubt those bouncing cute things will turn out well in other phones in Singapore. My messages will probably turn out to be Japanese error-gibberish on the other end.

(Source: http://www.ilove-ghost.com/)

Oh look! Waterproof ones! Just right for clumsy me! Ahhh..

But seriously how practical to spend near S$1k on something that is as good without warranty? (I think...)

The level-headed side of me nags at me that I should just settle for one that looks somewhat like it... like this:

Norbit, please get well soon...

Hi Nine

I don't want to be like the rest and try sum up 2008. I'll just let Uncle Jay sing it through. I say he did a tremendous great job!

Damn, how could I miss his news all this while! Go http://unclejayexplains.com/ for more of his sexy white beard and gleaming pate.