the seester told me to delete the comments of my previous entry and keep my emotions under control.

sad to say i can achieve neither. but this one thing i can do.

bye for good.

i detest men who whine and complain about the stupidest smallest things. especially when it's your father who does it. i thought the right to whine like that is only entitled to children.

if you want my respect, you jolly well earn it. shut up and start appreciating how your wife, who works as hard as you, takes the trouble to remember the food we like and buy dinner back.

men should be seen and not heard. do not expect your wife to sayang you like your mom would.

thank you.

my birthday celebrations spread out over a week this year, each spent with the most important people in my life - family, close friends, cell group. enjoyed myself immensely and each gift presented to me is filled with so much love and thought, with me in mind. the lovely skirt my mom got for me, the surprise bouquet sent to my doorstep from my cell leader, the precious poem from the seester, the early birthday card thru snailmail from yy, the wonderful afternoon spent catching up with inky and xx, and the gorgeous pair of swarovski earrings from auntie ilynn given to me today.

and oh, the great pigout session with the seester sponsored by my dad's credit card. haha

i am so loved by these people and i have no idea why i deserve it. the best gift i can give in return is to try and love them the best i can. i try, because i am imperfect and am unable to do the right thing all the time. but i sure will damn well try.

i don't know if i'm officially insane or what but one day post-exams and i'm itching to do some work already. it's excruciating studying all day, yes, but even more so doing absolutely nothing at home.

in any case it's terribly exciting cos my dinner will be at Brazil Churrascaria with the seester (aka literary genius -grin-) and i know it is going to be smashing. there are only 2 people on this planet who would brave the challenge of non-stop grilled meat chomping and basically every other type of cuisine with me - the seester and xx. especially the meat part. heck, i think we just eat everything and anything. in ginormous amounts.

you know with certain friends you tend to eat certain stuff. like if i have a craving for xiaolongbao it's auntie ilynn and if it's local delights (bah chor mee, orh lua etc etc) it's pennylane. up till now i haven't found anyone to try mexican food with me. any takers?

so yay. a good motivation to hit the gym hard later and hit carnivore heaven even harder later. tomorrow sushi sashimi & shopping with auntie ilynn! hols are starting to look abit more exciting.

"mindy is tutu today" by monkuputubom hong

mindy is tutu today. yay!
into adulthood she is well on her way
and her kid sister has something to say.

is it the way we eat and giggle
with junk food and its fatty jiggle
speeding down our oesophaguses
and never ending up on our chests?
consider a calorie at its best,
a glorious unit of happiness.

or is it the monkuputubom spontaneous
lameass nuttywisecrackers?
another pun pops and you say that's enough
aiyah i know you're trying not to laugh
if i am a pistachio
then you can be a sweet peanut
(oh it is very powderful.)

i still don't know why you didn't let me eat
your tuna that day. i still don't know how
you do such brilliant shopping and i think
i will never know what makes me let you have
the front seat always almost automatically.

maybe it is how you find it too hard
to fall in love and how i find it too easy
how you buy clothes and i buy books
how you can call yourself mindy but
i am not hongdy

how you say the wrong things when you're angry
and how i cry like a stewpig when i am
how we fought over a remote control for 3 hours
and finally sat down on the sofa together
laughing, even though i gave you bruises
when you smashed my lego set

how we take turns to be sense and sensibility
how we are so darnedly proud and prejudiced
how i wish i was like you, sometimes
and how you wish you were like me, maybe less times

but i am like you and you are like me
and i like you and you like me
so
hairpee tutu birdday minjiejie

(27feb 2006 1.07am)

**

my best birthday present. ever. -beams-

today's paper was (not)surprisingly difficult. considering the questions being repeated for almost every year, i reckon we should all pass rather comfortably. last paper on wednesday and i am absolutely sickened by the thought of having to spend one more day looking thru those dreaded notes again.

and being the blurcock i am, i only found out that there is NOT going to be an mcq section and one of my notes are missing. whoop-dee-doo. at least i can forget about trying to remember mortality indices now.

despite my utter unwillingness to give birth next time, i still ponder about the names i'd bestow upon my spawn. the things girls think about and discuss with enthusiasm when we meet up. now you know.

anyway, my girl will be called Lisa cos it's the name of all my favorite female singers. Lisa Ono, Lisa Loeb, Lisa from m-flo. sounds good to me.

oh my goodness i epitomise sheer bo-liaonesss right now.

never fully understood the concept of emotional eating. how one can be utterly out of control and neglect the importance of self-care, allowing your body to be filled with piles and piles of junk. does nothing to solve the fundamental problem, and needless to say it causes excessive weight gain and that would surely make the person feel even lousier about herself.

have always prided myself to be able to take charge of my emotions most of the time.

but after 2 slices of bread, half a jar of nutella, 2 bowls of porridge with veg and oily roasted duck in barely half an hour, i feel strangely pleased with the entire situation. my stomach is churning in painful protest at the sudden load, yet the act of pure recklessness is fearfully liberating.

yes i am feelin fucked up. and i ate to vent my frustrations. i do not think it really solved my problems, but it sure did ease the tension within me. like fighting a battle and winning it. peace only a sugar rush can give.

and now, i can actually go and read my notes till it's time for bed.

i ate a tonne of naan

BURP.

darn, treadmill session due tomorrow.

speaking of which, the other day i was running in peace like a hamster whilst oogling at the cute lil japanese boys in the pool, when this angmoh mister came in and slotted his cd without asking if i minded his music.

and seconds later Eurotrash was blasting into my eardrums. the sort that you'd expect ah bengs to rave to at the now defunct Sparks. the volume was waaaayyyy up and that nincompoop didn't even care. just kept on pumping his stupid iron, with neanderthal grunts punctuating the infernal noise that was threatening to give me a stroke.

what can i say. Eurotrash indeed.