I May Be Cold, But I'm Just Skin And Bones

A quick change of plans. Tomorrow, work, dinner with the guys and then possibly the last stayover at Trix's house for a long while. We shall attempt to win money off Singapore Pools and make Lt watch her first WC match. Wednesday, yet another buying trip. Always on a Wednesday. Plans are made only to be ruined. SZ will eat me up till Saturday and it will be back to work from work. Last night I was Zuji-ing impossible places as part of my daily daydreaming routine. Getting to Moscow would cost me 1.9k, while Peru is a further impossibility at 2.9k. My brother looked at me like I was weird. But such things keep me sane. At work today, I mended a top. With a needle and thread. I'm amazed I have such hidden femininity. (Though I pricked myself 3 times in the course of it.) Ok, 2.30 am, time for sleep, or what feels like a quick nap. Slight heads-up, this space wouldn't be updated till next week.

Half the time I can't tell where I am, what I am. The line between trying too hard and not trying at all is barely discernable. How can two extremes be so close apart?

Everything With Fries @ Holland V.
A tanner Wenyan who came back from Vietnam yesterday.

Good ol' (fattening) Vanilla Malt Shake.

Both the beef and lamb burger tasted more smokey than anything else.

Alec suffers from the same syndrome as me, the 'I-spent-so-much-time-behind-the-lens, I-forgot-how-to-be-in-front-of-it' syndrome.

We told her to make this her FB's display pic cause it captures very aptly the essence of her spirit. LOL

Forever 21.

The Malay Char Kway Teow Wy and I had from the Pasar Malam. Greasy and nothing healthy about it.

Wenyan shared with me tales from the 10 days she spent in Vietnam for close to 2 hours while we made our way to Holland V. I experienced all sorts of envy and amusement. It's been a while since my last Exciting Grand Adventure, (ie; Japan) and my heart's itching to be somewhere else once more.

There's Been Tons Of Expletives In My Head

Fishing at Sembawang jetty on Tuesday. Butterfactory last night. Today, dazed and stoned and ready to burst any moment. In frustration? In general let-down-ness? (haha, what a stupid non-word, let-down-ness) I'm tired of this fat gig. Maybe it hasn't been acceptance this whole time, just resignation. Well then, I'm tired of feeling resigned half the time. It's been 6 days long and just the rest of my life to go. I'm such a sell-out.

Last night; Cooking for 5
Pan seared (stick) Salmon in Teriyaki sauce & Japanese Beef Curry




Wenyan and I ditched original ideas, randomly threw in stuff into the pans that made sense in our heads, googled stupid questions ('How to cook Japanese rice'), rendered the salmon skinless, and slightly over-stewed the poor beef cubes. Despite their appearances, everything turned out to be pretty good. Or maybe my family just found it good cause they were starving. It was close to 10.30pm by the time we were done cause we started late. Nothing beats the shower you have after cooking and washing up 2 pans, a huge pot, 8 plates, 2 bowls and a gazillion forks and spoons, - especially when the washing up was done on your own. *erhem erhem*

(conversation on brunch)

Bro: 'Sugar cubes are so cute.' *mimicks action of putting a cube in the cup*

It's funny and stupid and paradoxical how something can remain hidden for so long and in one moment of clarity, uncovers itself to you in the crudest way and pushes you to the edge. Let your time in the blaring spotlights leave you less than whole.

A friend of my bro's goes to down under and this is what my bro asked his friend to get for him -a bobbing head thingmajig of the Joker. While others asked for Fred Perry T's and other relatively normal things, the bro in all his 17 year old entirety requests for this. He then goes on to place this on the bookshelf facing my bed. I protested in the beginning cause seriously, would you want this to be staring at you in the dark? Predictably though, it has now grown on me in all its bloody bobbing head glory. To think that I used to grimace whenever he came on screen with his blade and smile.

Here's the Joker staring contemplatively into the far distance, with a slight smile. (okay, who are we kidding, his smiles are never just slight)

From Wy's Iphone; our SATC2 dinner date.

But the trouble with dreams, they're not what they seem, 'cause when you awake, they fall through your fingers. -Mystery Jets

I wonder where all my words have vanished off to. Having nothing to write is somewhat disconcerting.