the fickle fascination of an everlasting god

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2006-01-04T22:04:00.000+08:00

藕断丝不断，梦里仍缠绵

2006-01-03T21:58:00.000+08:00

filthy fridays

2005-12-02T23:13:00.000+08:00

I swear to God I'll kill myself if I spend another friday night at home.

Hooyea

2005-12-02T02:13:00.000+08:00

I am beginning to repeatedly find myself stagnant at that point in life where nothing is happening. I want something new to get me through this semi-charmed kinda life. Indeed hah. Why would I want tomorrow to come when there's nothing really to look forward to? Hm.

Splitting headache.Yowch.

Fooey.

When the folks are away

2005-11-14T19:14:00.000+08:00

We turn up the heat and put a pan on it. We turned the kitchen upside down. Yes, the one that is usually kept spick and span by the boyfriend's mother. No we didn't really turn it upside down, just cooked almost every meal heehehehehehhehee. Yes we cleaned up after cooking, like the responsible adults that we are. Long story short, the boyfriend's parents went away for a week, so we wreaked culinary havoc.

Onion omelette with ham and cheese

and then we made mushroom monsters, like those that cost $5.90 in NYDC. Topped with ham and melted cheese, glazed with a pinch of minced garlic underneath the ham.

A fancy dinner the next day with an impromptu setup--

Mini-steak marinated with Worchester sauce, with sauteed onions, portabellos glazed with olive oil with a sprinkle of garlic, and carbonara on the side.

and the pseudo-romantic set-up (doesn't look so romantic in the picture but when you dim the lights and play a little Ella on your Mac in the background after drinking a bit of peach-flavoured Chardonnay, anything can be romantic)

We get a bit more ambitious the next day and attempted Pan-seared butter cod, with spinach on the side

didn't turn out all too bad at all (my attempt to arrange the food ala ristorante)

We had a ball of a time last week. :)

Literary meme

2005-09-24T19:11:00.000+08:00

I am the girl whose mother didn't want to give up work for and ended up spending the first 7 years of her life with her grandparents until her younger brother came along and her mother decided to quit and wanted her back but who was reluctant to because she had grown to love her gramps so much.

I am the girl who was forced to go home to my parents on weekends when I was young and who ended up crying at 2am and calling her grandpa saying that she wants to go home (her real home that is).

I am the girl who made her mum hate her because of that.

I am the girl who will then wait downstairs for her grandfather to come at 2am to pick her up with her baby pillow which she has had since she was a month old.

I am the girl who still refuses to sleep without that pillow.

I am the girl who loves her gramps more than her parents.

I am the girl who might as well have never known her parents.

I am the girl who was shocked when a boy tried to kiss her in kindergarten and asked him out loud in front of the class Are you trying to kiss me? and made a fool of him without meaning to.

I am the girl who loves eating her prata with sugar-and-curry, who loves eating water egg yolks whole and feeling it burst in her mouth, who eats cubes of cheese with sweet China pears because it's such a refreshing taste.

I am the girl who used to wonder what was the point of everything.

I am the girl who looked at herself in the mirror sometimes and wondered who that person was, who eventually didn't want to look in the mirror anymore.

I am the girl who said many "I love you"s that she didn't mean but who didn't mean to not mean them when she said it.

I am the girl who first held a boy's hand when she was 13 who really only first fell in love when she was 16.

I am the girl who got her heart broken and who never thought she could (or wanted to) love another one again.

I am the girl who will always remember the night when she saw your text on her phone Care to dance? :) and who till now still never regretted saying yes.

I am the girl whom you told your little secrets to on the very first night that we went out, when we were still friends and wondered why you would tell me when I was a complete stranger.

I am the girl who found out later that it was because that was just the way we were going to be and how we still can never wait to tell each other everything.

I am the girl who was thinking This is crazy when you leaned over to kiss me for the first time, and who ended up kissing you back for the next four hours.

I am the girl who rolled in bed with you laughing about the silliest things and ended up crying once because I couldn't believe how happy you make me.

I am the girl whose hand you hold so gingerly as if you're afraid I'd break if you held me too tight.

I am the girl who still kisses you the same way she kissed you the very first time.

I am the girl who wells up at movies and at the thought of having to leave you one day when I die.

I am the girl who would rather you go first so that you don't have to bear with the pain of grief.

I am the girl who would spend all her life travelling and live hand-to-mouth if she had the money and a family who didn't care about education.

I am the girl who think she got a better deal in life than she could have hoped to have.

I am that girl. Who are you?

Kah. Kah? Kah!

2005-07-20T12:08:00.000+08:00

Back from BKK. It is HOT. Hotter than Singapore if you can believe it. When I go to sleep in a fan-room, I always think about movies where characters in suburban Italy and Spain (e.g. I'm not scared & Amores Perros are glistening with sweat and it always almost inevitably lead to a sexual scene soon after. Ahem.

Check out the travel section for sporadic posts of Bangkok.

Sawasdee kah!

2005-07-06T03:58:00.000+08:00

Off to Bangkok soon. Will be posting under Travel while I'm gone. Singha beer! Glug glug.

~~Need to get combo PCMCIA card~~_{note: PCMCIAs cannot powerup externals i.e. you can't use it to charge the Pod. guess i found out too late but at least they promised me a swap.}, Thai phrasebook for pointing-to-text conversing with locals, ~~a cheap earphone-mike for SkypeOuting back home~~, ~~and more rolls of film~~. Sigh. Budget travel my ass.

To do: Download and install Blogjet. Make sure there is ample space on laptop for photos and music. ~~Remember to feel very pissed off about goodfornothing battery~~ _{I'm not any less pissed off now} (when you read laptop manuals and they tell you to remove battery when plugged in to a powerpoint after charging to full, do it. Do not secondguess.) ~~Attempt to forcefully attach small Deuter backpack to big non-Deuter backpack.~~

What Bangkok2005 is looking like now:

1stday-Find a reasonably decent place to stay for under 400 baht for 2 near Tha Banglumphu (river stop)
2nd - Cross river to Thonburi railway station for trainride to Kanchanaburi
3rd - Grand Palace, Wat Phra Kaew, Wat Pho, Wat Arun, move residence to Soi Kasemsan near Siam square with free WiFi all day, A/C and hot shower just for 500 baht!
4th - Ayutthaya
5th - Chatuchak (or Jatujak)
6th - Chinatown in search of photo equip, Wat Benjamabophit and surrounding architecture
7th - Go-karting and maybe a visit to the Levi's factory outlet hawhawhaw. I'm gonna have to resort to grass-eating after this.

with various other inserts like visiting the much talked about Food Loft and getting a suit tailored for the boyfriend (around 120SGD and you can model it after any famous labels!!!) and maybe trying to ride a scooter to explore Kanchanaburi, probably not. but might be worth trying. I can't wait to ply the khlongs of Bangkok with you.

Around the world in 80 days

2005-07-04T09:57:00.000+08:00

Other than Paul, I haven't come to know anyone else (personally) who attempted to do world-travel on a shoe-string budget. And he has some pretty amazing stories to tell. What I do know is, if given a chance, I don't suppose I would ever just up and leave. The problem with me is convention: I'm too rooted in it. As much as I would like to think of myself as a radical riot, I can never be, because of my conventional family. Well, not all that conventional but enough.

Supper the other day with Paul, Daniel and Rasheel. Probably one of the funniest conversations I ever sat through. I wanna do this again!

The main point of this post is to say that the blog will now see some revamp, hopefully in a better direction, somewhat inspired by the shutdown of my bloggoddess's blog (i think she's considering a comeback). That, and also my interest in keeping up a blog is fast burning out no thanks to annoyances that can't seem to leave me alone.

Further on hatemails, besides the millions that Xiaxue is getting for her unwise SPG sliming (as we're all aware what horndogs Singaporean men are). I was honestly appalled and disgusted to hear that people get hatemail about the worst parts of their lives. Recently risen-to-fame blogger Kenny Sia got a hatemail when reminiscing about father's day and his late father.

IP Address: 219.93.174.106
Name: jenne

Too fucking bad. Your dad died. Big fucking deal. I bet he committed suicide knowing he spawned a retard of a son.

Shocking. Even Mr Brown had hatemail jeering at his little daughter's autistic condition.

These people, I swear to God, will one day have their balls ripped out and throwing into a chemical fire, preferably nuclear, and along with their eyeballs.

On a heavier note, I have recently found that many others are dealing with the same kind of pain that I am. I guess I found the answer to the question I was asking myself last night in the middle of all that swollen-eye crying. How does anyone deal with so much pain? Of course I'm not alone. Of course there are others out there who understand what I'm going through who might be going through much worse. A.R, I know you probably won't be reading this, but I really hope your mother gets well. And it's not impossible. Nothing's impossible if you have faith. Lord, don't give up on him yet, please. I pray desperately. And maybe if you're reading this post, and even if you're not that staunch, maybe just utter a short little prayer for all who are ill and battling to live.

Chio bus

2005-06-13T19:45:00.000+08:00

Wipe that leer off your faces, all you chee hong kias. :D

This, is what I'm talking about:

Initial D tickets booked. Due to other even crazier buggers, I wasn't able to get tickets for the sneaks on the 22nd, so I had to settle for the 23rd, which was supposed to be the initial opening date anyway.

Happy! Weeee.

Adventurers of the East

2005-06-08T16:17:00.000+08:00

Today we fall prey to one of our biggest weaknesses: colossal amount of seafood. In the eastern most part of the East Coast Park lie many a seafood serving houses that vie for the business of hungry omnivores who have travelled from afar (Bukit Batok and Telok Blangah alike) to taste the flesh of those who have survived the battles in the sea only to end up on our plates.

A platoon of prawns were served up first, in a state of utmost insobriety. This was followed by much shelling and then various noises that hint of gastronomic satiation.

Chilli crab, with less chilli because there were kids at the table, extremely ooohing-and-ahhingly good, with fried man tous on side for the crab dip.

Hm. It was good. But after having so much food over the past few days, it's hard to juggle ingestion and indigestion. What follows after good food, is a good brush, to make sure none of that icky black pepper or chilli bits get left overnight. But I was appalled to find that supermarkets apparently stopped retailing normal-looking toothbrushes.

This was the toothbrush that came home with me. If toothbrushes could mutate, this would probably be it.

The coming of legal age

2005-06-07T00:00:00.000+08:00

An sms sometime in the middle of the day read:

Happy birthday Jia! Hope you're having a blast today since everything's legal now. Enjoy yourself okay?

I can finally legally do everything legal now, except performing oral sex so states Section 377 (but they are intending to repeal that law sometime in the near future. Imagine all the poor bastards who have already served sentences for indulging in what was perceived to be "criminal" sexual acts. We know why they don't let boys do boys, "because they don't fit quite well", but going by the same argument, what's there not to fit in fellatio?).

Anyhow, as I write, the birthday has come and gone. Vansh was good, further elaborations at William's blog along with a bunch of visual information. Here's some shots of the food for those curious to see what North Indian food's like:

Since a picture says a thousand words and I am not in the best of state to write about said occasion in a way it deserves, I shall let the pictures do the talking.

The mid-day sun threatened to give skin cancer and so we left for Harbourfront and Great World in search of a cake to bring home to my gramps so that I can celebrate my 21st with them. After seeing many paltry-looking cakes, we finally settled on a small Tiramisu cake from Sweet Secrets:

And then it was home to shower and get rid of the grime before we went to clarke quay with the intention of taking my long-desired cheesy trishaw-ride around town only to find that the area's under construction and I decided to just binge on my favourite foods at ABC market to dispel my disappointment. (Call it newfound wisdom or otherwise, but I decided that spending 200 bucks on a dinner at a restaurant wasn't the most economical way to spend my 21st birthday if I truly wanted to eat my heart out. That, and I'd rather the Boyfriend save the money since he already spent so much on the gift (he wouldn't say how much :\). It just makes more sense to eat good hawker fare since I'd have a good time either way.)

Excerpt from dinner conversation:

Me: "Should we have chilli crab tomorrow?" (scheduled for dinner with my aunt)
Him: "Shiok. Wah, the prawns. Have you tried drunken prawns before? Those prawns died for a good cause"
Me: "All prawns die for a good cause"

I could probably safely say, best birthday ever so far.

Should we vansh now baby, or vansh later?

2005-06-02T22:37:00.000+08:00

Venue

Vansh _{[more info here] [map]}
2 Stadium Walk #01-04
Singapore Indoor Stadium

Description: Singapore's sexiest Indian restaurant, plush red walls, sunken seats, Austin Powerish.

Time
Saturday, 4th June. 7.30pm (we should be done in time for you to catch the last ride home)

Bus services
11, 16

Dress code
Smart casual (this is more or less self-imposed :p Jeans is fine :D)

Guest list so far
Jeth, Mich, Jared, William, Thong, ~~Bev, Huihui,Marina, Jin Ming, Cheryl~~

Addendum
My heartfelt thanks to all who are coming, and to those early birthday wishes from those who couldn't make it due to my last-minuteness. heh. I've never had a happier birthday.

Wished you could have been there
Val, Steph, Chinxiang, in addition to those who couldn't make it

If I die before I wake

2005-06-01T23:49:00.000+08:00

I laid awake thinking of what the future holds-- and more terrifyingly, what the future doesn't hold. I marvelled at how my academic smarts slumped from its initial state and at how I cannot seem, no matter how hard I try, to find any evidence which stands witness to any form of intelligence I once thought I possessed.

I thought long and hard, about whether everything would change. Ambition and aspiration slipping from me as I lay there, numbed by my own mediocrity. All I want, is to be able to close my eyes tonight and go to sleep not feeling terrified or scared out of my wits about what kind of future awaits. And strangely, but not surprisingly, my thoughts turn to the bottle of codeine which I have been relying on to help calm my nerves at night these days. Wouldn't it be nice if I could just drink it all and resolve everything? Wouldn't it be tragic (a fresh burst of energy and hope at my sadism overwhelm me at that instant) if I died before I turn 21? Hahahaha.

But thoughts are just thoughts. And I am back at square one. Scared, depressed, and not really wanting to see tomorrow.

So it has come to this

2005-05-29T15:37:00.000+08:00

The day had finally come when we had to settle our differences. The issue of the toilet seat to be lifted and to be put down after had finally surfaced after nearly two years of living together. Besides the usual trivialities, I have finally mustered the willpower to sign myself up for basic driving theory test. More money to come out of the meagre savings account. The sudden decision and determination to start driving had stemmed from 1) the recent bout of Initial-D watching and 2) having decided to forgo the Perth trip.

So how? Like that lorh. Damn fucking sian (DFS). And I have a sneaking suspicion that the private driving instructor I found in the carpark near my block is trying to rip me off. 24 dollars an hour, 2 hours per lessons, and he tells me it'd take 25 lessons to master manual. (supposedly average number of lessons estimated to be required for female drivers. 22 for male. Stupid misogynistic institutions). DFS.

Not to mention that my blogoddess is gonna quit her blog for a while. There goes all motivation for my online existence.

Who wouldn't be the one you love

2005-05-19T21:40:00.000+08:00

It's a "Be-Nice-To-Jiahui" day, it might as well have been my birthday except I'm sure my birthday will be a bigger blast. heh. In any case, someone(s) really made my day today. I was about to leave home to go to school to meet a professor who was leaving NUS this semester. But Mr. Postman (anybody else like the song?) caught me just in time. He had this really big box which felt surprisingly light when he handed it over. At first I thought he must have made a mistake since I don't remember having ordered anything from the internet recently, until I saw the label that said United States Postal Service. At this point in time there were question-mark party pops going off in my mind-- Rasheel? Val? Steph? Bryant? Who?

Hee. And then I saw Austin, TX. Bryant you big little sweetheart. A present and a card to wish me happy 21st birthday, to quote him, WAY before my birthday, not because he had gotten the date wrong or that it was the off-peak season and thus cheaper to mail things, but because he would be travelling by the time my birthday comes round and he wouldn't be able to get the stuff to me in time. heh. What can I say. You made my day. I can't believe you bothered haha.

And just when I thought the day couldn't get better, I met up with that professor and he gave me a dvd of one of my favourite films (Motorcycle Diaries) as a farewell gift. Aiyoh. Moved to tears dey. Almost heh. Well like I was telling the boyfriend, I didn't know I was loved by others until today. It's like Be-Nice-To-Jiahui day. (to be followed by much uncontrollable sniffing in a bid to hold back the tears)

All these wrapped up with a very value-for-money dunch (dinner-cum-lunch) at Clementi's S11 where I had convincingly good tempura fish don (I really meant to order the breaded chicken fillet don but didn't realise I matched the wrong names to the pictures) and where he had possibly the cheapest unagi don (any cheaper you have to make it yourself) in Singapore all for the price of $5.50 and $6.80 each. The miso soup wasn't all that kickass though but it was part of the set, along with bland agedashi tofu but never mind about the irrelevant details.

My day is made, and no bland tofu can thwart the feeling.

Strawberry fields forever

2005-05-15T15:21:00.000+08:00

I have in my possession the most powerful cough syrup I have ever come across in my soon to be 21 years of life. It calls itself "Procodin Syrup" and I am to consume 10ml of it 3 times a day. And after a few days, I'm convinced that having 30ml of this swimming around in your system all day lets you achieve the utmost blessed state-- sleepful wake bliss.

I awoke at 2pm from my morning dose to drowsily stumble about the kitchen looking for something I was trying to remember. Oh yea. That's it. Lunch. I gobbled 3 danish butter cookies hungrily and eyed the durian kueh as I downed my last. And in my concussed state, I made myself a cup of milo to wash down the medicine with before heading back to my room in preparation for the next wave of round-the-clock sleep-bliss.

Hm. Procodin. And my grandma said to ask for more when I finish this one because it seems to have really cured my 5-month long eternal chronic cough that had seemed like it was here to stay. hehehehehhehehehe. Strawberryyy fields for everrrr.

And at night. I have double dosage of sleepiness when I take Chlorpheniramine with Procodin. This drug may cause drowsiness. If affected, do not drive or operate machinery. Avoid alcohol. Yea. No alcohol. Like that shit combined is not enough to kill you already without vodka.

Head-hunting Curry Fish

2005-05-14T01:08:00.000+08:00

Who would want to eat steaming hot curry fish head in such sweltering weather? Turns out we did. And all the way to Kinta Road in search of the famed Soon Heng Fish head Curry we went. As I stood in front of the map in the MRT station trying to figure out which direction we should be headed, I tilted my head to one side, trying to rotate the damn confuddling map in my head. And he reached over with a hand, patted my tilted head and guided my head to rest on his shoulder. That moment captured in a mental picture reminded me of why I loved him. Because we're so great together.

Too hot too hot, we were perspiring buckets by the time we walked from Little India MRT to Kinta, where Farrer Park station was apparently nearer to. Doh. And just as we eagerly rounded the corner to see the big signboard of Soon Heng, we also saw them scrubbing the floors, bowls stacked away neatly after what must have been the dismemberment of hundreds of fishes. Uh. So they're closed? Already? B..butbutbut it's only 3pm! Not wanting this trip to be wasted, we backtracked to consider the tens of shops advertising curry fish head as their specialty, finally settling for Muthu's, since it's one of the more renowned ones.

The interior resembles that of a French Indo-Chine restaurant. Almost posh, almost exquisite but not quite there, and a bit tacky. And nothing comes free there: White rice costs you $1.50 per serving, no ice water but (in what I can only assume to be a North Indian accent) Mineral water one dollar, you want?, so we settled for lime juice. Since we're paying, why not get something better? Other than serving the most expensive rice I've ever had, they also served up rather disappointing curry fishhead for $18. First off, it was luke warm. Curry should be steaming hot and thick as all good food should be. Muthu's was luke-warm, thick and salty. But all in all it was still a rather satisfying meal, it's like psychological comfort for having come all the way.

After feeling like we've been ripped off at lunch, we proceeded to Mustafa's where we gawked at the large array of goods on display. You name it, they got it. You know the shelves of cereal and milk and detergent in Cold Storage, the ridiculous extent of range Mustafa's offers can be encapsulated in this: imagine one shelf of equal length as those in Cold Storage holding razor blades and shaving creams of all shapes and sizes to suit your shaving needs. This was consumer sovereignty at its best.

It was like we travelled to a different country. Or at least it felt that way.

A marathon

2005-04-29T17:25:00.000+08:00

More and more, I feel like I'm enrolled in a really long marathon. A masochistic kind where they combine the elements of the Amazing Race and Fear Factor, just so that those who are watching get a real kick out of it.

The first ten years of your life probably went smoothly without a hitch. Even the occasional annoyance from a nagging parent or teacher couldn't affect the general carefree mood of your life.

The first ten kilometres, you can feel the beads of perspiration breaking out on your skin. Toned and used to running by now, you treat this as a usual symptom, enjoying the warm breeze and the rhythmic striding of your legs.

The voices of the boys around you start to deepen. Your girl-friends start telling you about their new-found interests in that boy that I sit next to in music class. And the worst nightmare of a female child's life: the onset of menstruation. You will never forget the shame you felt the day you saw that spot form on your cotton undies.

You are breathing slightly faster than usual, and you think to yourself, maybe I'm just nervous, but you keep going anyway. More and more, the breathing becomes slightly irregular and pained. What's wrong?

Adolescence. Where one year seems like a decade. Boys come and go as you muddle over this thing called love. You start realizing that everything costs money and sometimes there just isn't enough of that to go around. Not everyone can get what he or she wants, so you give some and take some.

A dull thumping in my head's affecting my breathing, my strides become slower, my heart pumping desperately to keep up with the runners in front of me. Somehow I couldn't stop even if I want to. It was as if my legs were clockwork that would never wind to an end.

And then that's when I stumbled over a rock, my knees finally buckled and I fell over, seeing myself in my subconscious keeling over in slow motion. Blood trickled across my left eye, my eyelashes formed a bloody mesh, obscuring my vision. I couldn't finish the race. I have to finish the race. Somewhere in my subconscious I got up and continued running, the fresh cut on my left temple and lip now healing miraculously fast, like how Wolverine does it. And I continue running towards a finishing line that I cannot see, eventually running in circles and at one point, passing by an unconscious form, lying by a rock. There was no sign of life, but she seemed peaceful enough.

If this works, it would frickin' rock

2005-04-28T09:03:00.000+08:00

Testing. I'm emailing from my gmail account to blogger. If this
works, it would be really cool. I was thinking in relation to when
I eventually travel and such. Yes, I know what you're thinking: If
you have access to a computer, why not just log in to blogger
direct? I thought that too, then I realised that I could sms to an
email address. If I get roaming, I could effectively blog from my
handphone.

Just tried sms-to-email, apparently I need to WAP-enable my
phone. I'm slightly techno-unsavvy when it comes to WAP,
GPRS and WTF have you. Need to find out! I don't want to buy
PDA phones. :\ (Testing parsing in email)

Raindrops + sunshowers

2005-04-28T07:52:00.000+08:00

I love rainy days, if only because they are a relief from the usual gruelling weather, that, and it's great for napping. There were nights where I thought the rain could never stop and when I thought the skies were angry. When I was a kid, I used to cover my ears with my blanket and hide in bed, clutching tightly on to my pillow, trying to dispel my fear with the thought of thunder being just someone throwing cupboards and sofas down a loooong flight of stairs; when an especially loud thunder go off, I imagined it to be grand pianos instead of cupboards. Back in my old place, the electricity wiring didn't used to be so good, that is, in medium intensity rain, short-circuits were a rather common affair. I wasn't really afraid of the dark as a kid (but I did use to think there were skeletons and ashes of random people hiding/hidden under my bed), but blackouts and thunderstorms just didn't spell playtime for me.

But now I sleep peacefully in the rain, listening to the sounds of Moby's Play. Superb rainy day album IMHO.

And we claim to be the best of them all?

2005-04-28T02:06:00.000+08:00

friend on msn:
eh, what's veal

what's it got to do with love? says:
lemme google

friend on msn:
haha okie dokie

what's it got to do with love? says:
i think

what's it got to do with love? says:
it originally meant just young cows

what's it got to do with love? says:
but then they started killing young lambs and young pigs

what's it got to do with love? says:
and they all go under veal

what's it got to do with love? says:
as long as it's tender

what's it got to do with love? says:
hahaha

what's it got to do with love? says:
humans are such fuckers

Ballistic

2005-04-27T13:03:00.000+08:00

After being very nearly driven ballistic by the idiocy of her on my previous site, I have decided to retain moral high ground lest I let spill more unpleasantries. Oh shut up, we all hate catfights, especially me. But sometimes you don't have a choice when you get caught right smack in the middle of one with a psychopathic ex-girlfriend. Anyhow, this site will remain password-protected for a while. Or not, we'll see about that. Meanwhile, I really ought to be going at the books, but of course, the escapist in me is hollering for me to do otherwise.

2005-04-26T16:54:00.000+08:00

Water, water! (or How I learned that wasabi is cathartic)

True to the form of an overstressed varsity student, I chose to retreat to the Genki Sushi bar in school after my exhilarating Soci of Deviance paper instead of returning home to study for the next. The ambience in the sushi bar was surreal; the visual consistency and predictability of the conveyor belt dishes appeared to sooth the very heart of your soul. Unagi, egg (is that even fresh?), salmon (same question), funny brown tofu skin wrapped sushi with odd toppings varying from crabstick bits to silverfish, tub of wasabi, unagi, egg, salmon...repeat ad infinitum. So as per usual, I take up a wad of wasabi complemented with soy sauce, a sip of my ocha and proceed to devour. Maybe it was alittle too much wasabi, by now, Jap food lovers must necessarily already be acquainted with such incidences, when the wasabi-covered sushi is already in your mouth (i.e. it's too late, unless you wanna spit it out, but tak glam la) and then the past twenty years of your life flash by: The heartaches of breakups, the time when you broke your ankle, the first time you failed your exams, the first right hook you dealt. All these and more added up, could not suffice to exceed or match up to the pain you were experiencing this very instant, wasabi burning tongue, mouth, lips, and soul. And like all good cathartic drugs, the final culminating shot up your nose disappearing into the oblivion that is your brain-- brilliant. And as I sat there defeated by my masochism, shocked at my own ingenuity at the discovery of yet another form of instantaneous escape, I picked up the chopsticks and dipped the next sushi into the wasabi and....

When love and hate collide

2005-04-21T16:27:00.000+08:00

Or, when my goddess meets my goddess-not

From left: Goddess-not, goddess.

Also, to read about after exams: Marxism and Marquis de Sade.

To do after exams, ORD:
Ice-skating (I really miss the clumsiness),
kite-flying/picnic,
a new pair of shoes (both for the boyfriend and I, no, not the same pair)
a new phone for you
And we really ought to get around to finishing up that roll in my SLR before it expires :)

p/s: Remember to burn Biology book. and English notes.

the fickle fascination of an everlasting god

相思豆

藕断丝不断， 梦里仍缠绵

filthy fridays

Hooyea

When the folks are away

Literary meme

Kah. Kah? Kah!

Sawasdee kah!

Around the world in 80 days

Chio bus

Adventurers of the East

The coming of legal age

Tandoori prawns

The rest of the line-up

The people who couldn't get enough (The sweetheart of a boyfriend, author-in-question, Mich, William, Thong who sports a retro-NS haircut and Jared who is not fussy.)

more or less spur-of-the-moment decision to visit the escape theme park to convince self once and for all that i am no longer a kid (irony works in many ways). Introducing the pretend-UOB-mini funkey card which functions as the entrance ticket.

can eat?

There, I found the lamer (possibly lamest) version of the Rainbow ride i had in Korea. It went as fast as the ferris wheel when nothing goes wrong.

yum! (candles melting fast while i egotistically try to get a good shot of my own 21st birthday cake. p.s. this is the first birthday cake i've had in a long time, heh. i guess after a while you just don't bother. and cake makes you fat anyway.)

gramps!

the candle-blowing expert

ABC market, located behind IKEA, home to best foods agglomeration, especially my favourite orh lua (Oyster omelette)

how to make food look better in photoshop 101. food magazines editors, i work freelance. :D hee. just fooling around a bit with photoshop.

No self-respecting binger considers a sinful session complete without barbecued seafood. we had sting ray and white clams (la la)

And of course, how can we leave out beer

it's all about rediscovering your limits and all for a total of 30 bucks and less

marry me?

yes, my love.