day one: atlanta

look who's up to no good


breakfast at ihop - two eggs, two pancakes, two sausages, two strips of bacon, all gone


creatures in the georgia aquarium

an unsolvable puzzle

i dreamt that my colleague was pregnant for twenty years and gave birth to a twenty-year old "baby". my question was, does a twenty-year old baby act like a baby or act like a twent-year old?

going down south

its approximately one thousand five hundred miles from atlanta to memphis down to birmingham and then further south to fort rucker.

along the way, we saw giant fish in the georgia aquarium, picnicked by little rock falls, made detour to rome, missed the unclaimed baggage centre, witnessed a mesmerizing sunset, travelled back 150 years in the a.schwab department store, ran away from rednecks, discovered tater tots in a trucker diner, slept in a victorian room with a bed full of fluffy pillows, fought a war at the civil rights institute, got snubbed at by a peanut depot, ruined (or worsened) the reputation of chinks at a quaint little town, got snubbed at by a flea market, tasted the best barbeque burger out of a wagon, and had a fantabulastic time. all in a matter of ten days.

for new year's eve dinner, we had enough food to feed 6 boys (or men, whichever), 2 girls, and plenty of leftovers. and we ushered in 2008 with a blast, literally, with 2 hours worth of explosives.

for the next few days, i mother-ed and maid-ed 3 pilots. i made breakfast (and burnt bagels), made lunch (and burnt ketchup), made dinner (and burnt the bottom of the pot), made horfun and char siew wanton mee and fried rice and red rubies and meat-patty-lookalike mint cookies and a huge mess. i drowned gummy bears in blue jello and cleaned the toilet and folded the laundry. and watched 3 whole days of america's next top model modelthon. i shopped at the factory outlet and i shopped at target and i shopped at walmart.

going down south was indeed an adventure =)

[pictures another time, blogger is being uncooperative today]

the party i did not go to

'twas the night of heroes, villians and victims. my evil twin sister poisoned me and caused me to go into a coma for the night. she took over and went for our annual dinner & dance in my place.

evidence of the damage she did:


the girls - evil discipline mistress, injured damsel in distress saved by the fireman, sexy nurse, hot jailbird, naughty student, kinky police woman, and my evil twin sister as the bikerchick prison warden



the boys - hunkydory fireman, mad doctor, sneaky burglar



partners in crime


the mad doctor attending to the mad patient


check out the tattoo.. how bad ass!

clearly, it wasn't me at the d&d. but based on the photos, im sure it was great fun.

platform 9 and 3/4

maybe im slow, but have you realised that they have re-recorded the announcements in the train stations? they now say "if you notice any suspicious persons or articles, please inform our staff or dial 999."

they've also changed the message "the train arriving at platform A terminates at yishun" to "the train arriving at platform A will terminate at yishun". when i first heard it, i thought, ooh they've been playing something that was grammatically incorrect for so long. but then i thought about it and i couldn't decide if either was wrong, or if one was "more correct" than the other.

and i thought about it further, and i realised that if you wanted to be really picky about it, both were incorrect because technically, it isnt the train but the train service that terminates. right? because if the train did indeed terminate, it would be very expensive to run the train service since they'd have to make new trains all the time.

but then again, it wouldn't really make sense to say "the train service that is approaching platform A will terminate at yishun", would it?

two big candles and two small ones

dang. i can no longer claim that im 21 and have people say to me "you're so young!" i wish i could stay young for forever and never grow up. unfortunately, time will continue to tick whether there are batteries in the clock or not.

so on the friday before the birthday, the bunch decided it would be fun to make me go on a scavenger hunt, on my own, while carrying a laptop and wearing three inch heels, all over town, while they happily took the train down to the final destination together and sat there munching on fries and cheese sticks while waiting for me to appear, if i ever did.

meiyan left me an envelope, which was only to be opened at 5:57pm.



following that, i received several other clues via sms that would eventually lead me to blu jazz at haji lane. grrr make me walk so much when i cld have taken the bus straight from the office.











and as much as i grumble now, i was secretly extremely pleasured by the torture i was put through *haha*. thank you alll for the *suspense*, the planning, the surprise and of course, the present. the vintage doctor leather bag i had been eyeing from my last shopping trip. yayeh!!


the next morning, i woke up and found a lovely little surprise waiting downstairs for me!

a gorgeous bouquet of roses


and a giant box filled with giant cupcakes that make you grin along with them!







as much as birthdays are crappy things since they serve as reminders that you're getting older, birthdays are happy things too because people shower you with lots of love (even if they are really just out to reemphasize that you are OLD)!

thank you all for the birthday wishes!

kitkat

i need a time out.


two more weeks and counting down.

one-der

i wonder

full of wonder

wonderful

a wonder




wonder.

two cents

when i was perhaps four, my mum found a strand of white hair on my head. i tried to rationalize it and said, "its because i think too much."

during my formative years in sc dance, i remember mrs chan said to me, there's nothing wrong with being a perfectionist. her statement implied to me that being perfectionistic has negative connotations and i thought, why would there be something wrong with wanting to be good at whatever you do?

i find myself being very cautious of what impressions people have of me. no doubt it's important to be confident of yourself and to not let comments by others affect you, but i feel, no man is an island and alot of who you are is made up of how others perceive you.

if you live by your own set of rules, and if those rules aren't aligned with that of society's, then your rules don't apply. for example, if you think dressing skimpy is a non-issue because it is your own body you are exposing and you have the right to wear what you wish, but society feels you are imposing on others, should you continue to do as you will? however, if all of society indulges in thievery and prostitution, does that make such "ills" acceptable?

i fear that the people around me smile at me and throw daggers behind my back. i fear that people speak ill of me when im not around and say sweet nothings to my face. i'd rather people be direct with me and honest to me about my faults, because to me it shows that they care enough to let me know my weaknesses.

i think being perfectionistic can be debilitating.

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im not quite sure where i meant for this to go. i thought i had a point to make. my mind is somewhat of a tangled mess, but i'd better not try too hard to sort it out, less i find more than a strand of white hair.

ding dong bell

[blogger's been acting up on me and won't let me upload photos with their thingamajig, and i can't seem to resize pics on photobucket so don't mind them giant sized and cropped out]

so much for being disciplined all last month. ive busted too much of this month's pay cheque already, and it's only been a week =( but the nonsense that i bought makes me happy =DDDD

and presenting to you....




my bus earrings!




and my steals from yesterday's trip to chinatown...

pig ring and rose ring