i don't understand why people can't yawn and cover their mouths.

is it neccesary to show the whole world the insides of your mouth with fillings and all? and look like you're about to swallow the head of the person in front of you in one go?

i cannot stress how terribly unglam and ugly it is.

i was minding my own business this morning, walking to my destination. just as i walked past URA centre, i noticed this pleasant looking lady. then she yawned.

it looked like she was training her jaws to take on the entire URA centre in one mouthful. yes. Both east and west wing.

oh my. word cannot describe how terribly horrendous the lady looked while she yawned. i found the closest resemblances here..

photo courtesy of http://travelpicspro.smugmug.com/

and i'm not kidding. it was that scary. the only cute open mouth yawn i've ever seen is on dogs or babies. i forgive babies because they have absolutely no inclination to be polite 'cos their little brains can't process that level of graciousness yet.

is it really that hard to raise a hand and cover your mouth?? sigh.

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side note: my poor dog was stripped and scrutinized this morning by my "lovely" colleagues. at least he (to quote a certain AM) "sure is handsome". my poor gorgeous baby.

3 days in a row. i'm on some kind of high here.. or i could just be really bored while living out my mc days at home.

updates. no more fever. yay! i haven't gone beyond 37.1 since yesterday noon.

but a quick follow-up on yesterday's post, i'm grateful i didn't break at "There is a Higher Throne". that sense of deja vu is passing. it's not that i think i have that kind of a "power". rather, it's me still trying to understand why He makes me react in certain ways at certain times under such circumstances.. as if He's telling me that He's still there.. that He's still listening.. that i need to continue trusting His heart.. that i can still lean on Him..

just so i understand why i prayed the way i prayed. why i cried. why i broke down. why i still cling on to that hope and promise He gave despite the pain and the tears..

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." - Rev 21:1-4

Lord, i believe. help my unbelief. i'm still leaning on You.

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Fyi, people, you need to introduce a new word in your vocab. ODDITY. spell it with me. O. D. D. I. T. Y. oddity, not auditee. sigh.

i'm still on mc. 3 days off work. i can sleep in for one more day.. just one more day. sigh.

quick fact of the day:

According to numerous web sites, such as Professional Jeweler Magazine and Normans of Mosman, tennis star Chris Evert was known for her diamond line bracelets. She lost one during the 1987 U.S. Open, and the game had to be temporarily halted while she prowled the court for it. The "tennis bracelet" incident sparked a new name for the item, as well as a huge jewelry trend.

source: Ask.Yahoo

It's not often that a piece of jewelry is named for an accident, but such is the case with tennis bracelets. Tennis bracelets got their unusual name from an incident involving professional tennis player Chris Evert during a match in 1987. Evert had been wearing an expensive bracelet featuring an inline string of individually-set diamonds. When the clasp snapped, she asked the officials to stop the match until the jewelry could be found. Since that day, bracelets featuring an inline array of diamonds have been called tennis bracelets.

source: WiseGeek

now you know why it's called a tennis bracelet. cool, eh?

what a night. Y organized something absolutely nuts for my bday. extremely traumatizing. but i had good ol' J to count on and keep me sane as he provided a shoulder to hide behind whenever uncomfort overwhelmed me. and a car to send me home with since i live along the way to his gf's place.

yes, i dedicate this post to J, a sweet big (physically too) brother. anyhoo, by the time i got home, i told B about the night's events and he replied,

"what they have is carnal pleasure. what we have is eternal salvation."

i stared at B's comment last night and thought about it. my mind drifted back to J in the car telling me he wished he had more self-control. and how much he actually admired guys didn't think about the carnal pleasure as much as he does. i look at my big brother and said,

"trust me, they struggle more than you do. they struggle with knowing that while their friends are out there getting some, they need to hold on to that faith (and restrain)."

the conversation carried on about the christian faith and i found myself explaining that sex, in itself, was not evil. c'mon, God created sex. one part i missed out was that it's in the context where us fallen sinners take sex into and turn something good into something impure and yet "right" by the fallen world's standards.

one thing i love talking with J is that he never does try to impose the world's view on me. he listens to me. never once did he tell me that when the time comes, i'd find it hard stick to my values. last night, he looked me in the eye, smiled, and said,

"don't open that door for as long as you can. once you do, there's no closing it."

it was one of those moments when it felt like he was telling me to stop growing up. that it was alright to stay the way i am. that i've a whole life in front of me to grow. but there are things that i don't have to face.

that's why he's the big brother. one of the few i trust to keep me safe in the big scary world. one of the few i want around to protect me from whatever the world throws at me. right now, i can only think of 2 friends whom i trust enough to share everything with. and the same 2 to be there when i need a hand out of whatever mess i'm in because i trust them to look at me when i'm crying, crack the knuckles and say,

"who's ass am i kicking, babe?"

so to big J, i will fly to ozzie for your fairy tale wedding when the time comes. i promise. :D

i've been craving big breakfast in true blue ozzie style. imagine this:

buttered toast. hash browns. sauteed mushrooms. ham n bacon drenched in worcestershire sauce. grilled tomatoes. poached egg with luscious gooey yoke. sausage. topped off with a skinny latte to make yourself feel less guilty abt the calories.

delish. really.

on the side note, i'm still running into random people (no sean, i never fell down) and making connections with nameless faces.

when i got back to singapore, i took the mrt to tanah merah to save on the airport surcharge. at the train station, i noticed two caucasian dudes looking lost. i paused for a second before approaching them. naturally, i helped with directions and taught them how to get to dhoby ghaut from changi, including all the random platform changing.

next thing i knew, we were chatting on the journey to tanah merah. gave nibbles of advice abt going to malacca and talked about the random touristy spots around SEA. also learnt that the older guy was 22 (i feel old. really.) and both of them had dropped out of the Dutch air force and were going back to college with two months to spare in South East Asia.

i contemplated exchanging contacts for quite a while. another contact in Singapore for them to find out information from. but my shyness and nerves got the better of me. we parted ways at tanah merah after i reminded them of the route they should be taking.

and it struck me.

it's those nameless connections that i remember more than ever. 'cos you no longer identify these people by names but the way you felt during that moment of connection. the things you say and the little laughter and jokes may be forgotten but that lack of discomfort when interacting with a nameless stranger..

it's just knowing that it's raw emotions sans names which remind you that truly, it's the feelings that help you relate to people. maybe if i meet them again, i'd get their names and contacts. but for now, i'm going to let that encounter linger on as just a memory of feelings and nothing more.

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girls! i found pure blonde in Singapore:

Boomarang Bistro & Bar Australian. #01-15 The Quayside, 60 Robertson Quay, 6738-1077.

they have all -day brekkie (tb ozzie style) on weekends. when are we going????

i really shld be more tolerant of a certain group. but they have been irking me. ok, let's generalize them. let's call them "stupid people". Hence, the conclusion is..

i cannot tolerate stupid people.

i swear. i'm not talking abt intelligence. heck, i don't stand very high up on the intelligence scale. i know enough to sprout random facts. but it's not like i qualify for mensa or smth. but i digress. let's break down "stupid people".

1. Bus Seat Bouncers

from this, yes, "stupid" includes "damn rude". for heaven's sake, why can't people sit gently on the bus seat? i can't remember how many times i've been woken up by people who sit so hard that i bounce up in horror. i once went "Woah!" 'cos i seriously flew off the seat. the guy stared at me. then looked forward.

no apology. nada. i think even my foot is more gracious than that. urgh. your brain can't process an apology huh?

2. people with no lift ettiquette

i was pushed by a guy 'cos he was rushing for a lift that was already full and door was closing. when there was obviously another more direct route to the lift without PUSHING me. let me show you the layout.

so this guy is rushing for lift 3 which was quite full. the door was closing. mr smartpants decides to take the dotted line instead of the red line, SHOVING me aside. i was just going to lift 2 which was reaching. after which, he stuck his hands out and forced the lift door open before squeezing in with the displeased lift crowd.

sir, your capacity to scan the lobby and find the no-person area to get to the lift is amazing. and oh yes, i'm sure the people in the lift are very happy with you delaying their trip to the office and adding more human juice to the already saturated lift..

as if this wasn't enough, when lift 2 came, the ladies who went in first pressed their floor buttons and proceeded to the back of the lift. gracious? no.

i was next so i rushed in to press the "door open" button. i was too late. the poor guy after me got hit by the closing door. i sighed very loudly. the two ladies just looked at him and did not say anything. like how the first guy never apologized.

yes, i'm sure it's not your fault you've been working in the building for a while already and cannot remember that the lift door closes quite quickly. and you obviously do not know about the existence of the "Door Open" button.

3. Street Hoggers

this really happened once. a bunch of ladies were strolling down orchard road and blocking the entire pathway between orchard emerald and centerpoint. i can't stand walking slowly. so i say "excuse me". they continue strolling. i walk louder in my heels and say, "excuse me" a little louder. they continue walking slooooooooowly..

i tapped the lady nearest to me, "excuse me, cutting through please.by that time, my tone was annoyed. i was tired and frustrated. the lady moved her friends. as i walked past, i heard one remarked, "that was so rude. where was she rushing to anyway?"

sooo. i'm the rude one for breaking up the group who was having their leisurely stroll and occupying the whole street. (fine, my tone really wasn't pleasant) i shld walk on the road and risk getting knocked down for walking faster than a snail.

4. Cars that pay no attention to the traffic lights
cars still drive on despite the amber light changing to red. and what happens? the cars (mind you, not one car. CARS) end up on the pedestrian crossing. the poor pedestrians weave thru the cars to cross the road. i once saw a driver roll his eyes. oh, the urge to dig them out was so strong.

i'm so sian of such people, i can't even be sarcastic anymore..
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it's not the me-first attitude that pisses me off. it's the me-only-you-never attitude. that absolute disregard for others around. oh god. i could be really mean and wish that these people never have kids or truly, the world would be in dire state.. but no. so much for the gracious campaign in Singapore huh?

the stupid mrt door thing is never changing. i swear, we need to scare the bejeezels out of these people. like when they cross the yellow line just as the train door opens when people are getting off, they'll get electric currents surging thru their impolite excuse for bodies.

hallo? are you uneducated? are you bleeping illiterate? or can your brain not process instructions for a more efficient abeit gracious society?

i can't imagine people ruder than these in singapore. oh gosh. seriously. i have no tolerance level for stupid people. urgh. how?

fun fact of the day (1):

Aktiengesellschaft (IPA: ['aktsiəngəzεlʃaft]; abbreviated AG) is a German term that refers to a corporation that is limited by shares, i.e. owned by shareholders, and may be traded on a stock market. The term is used in Germany, Austria and Switzerland. it's made up of 2 words: Aktien which means "shares" and Gesellschaft means "company".

fun fact of the day (2):

Hugo Boss is German. yes. it's Hugo Boss AG.

fun fact of the day (3):

the 'final' Birkenstock sandals were created by Karl Birkenstock, a german man with the design and concept passed down through his family. however, the company is a US trading company. hence, it's not Birkenstock AG.

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i know.. my snapple bottle cap moments are extremely random but hey, these are seriously interesting little snippets that people don't give thoughts to. like how many people knew abt the Oscar's origin (see blog post here)?

On another note... the itchy-hearted girl in me is thinking of all the things i used to do.. from boogie-ing under the disco lights to jiving or cha cha-ing the afternoon away on the solid dance floor.. from stretching my vocals without using falsettos to shouting in unison in the dragonboat.. from tinkling the ivories to causing muscle burn in the gym.. from ruling the kitchen oven and stove to having the lemon meringue at marmalade pantry..

all seemingly different. yet all provide that little physical escape.. that little rest from work to clear my mind. seriously, i didn't mean to take upon so many things in life. i just do whatever i like to do! as long as it's not illegal or hurtful. it's just tiring 'cos then there are tooo many things for me to want to get back to doing.

and i don't have the resources for it. time. money. i've already got vocal lessons planned for may onwards. then after jr fixes up the guitar, i've got him and another bunch of friends willing to teach me. oh oh oh. i'm never going to get down to funk classes or tango classes.. don't even ask me abt waltz intermediate at this point of time. i'm just grateful i'm not mixing up the steps from samba, rumba, cha cha, jive and waltz. yet..

give me 2 more years without hitting the dance floor at all and no practice, i'll be messing everything up.

then the thought of cooking the whole day thrills me but remembering the dishes to be washed afterwards sends shivers down the spine. i sooo need to snap out of this.

first up, i need to get D&S wedding going before i fly to melb and come back to pick up the remaining pieces before the big day itself. i tell you, i'm going to be a wedding planner and cafe owner who bakes and rules the espresso machine in the future. *fingers crossed*

classic quote of the day.

JP to CQ when she brought the wedding invitation card - "Bring for what? Free admission ah?"

i seriously love them. all the wedding dinners with them have left me literally panting for air, grabbing my stomach in pain and massaging tired laughing cheeks. thank you. thank you for making working life so much more bearable. thank you.

today's been a strange day. the walk under the umbrella as it rained while i made my way to toast wasn't that bad. the rain from the blow of the wind was surprisingly refreshing. lunch was mind-boggling. but still, it was nice to meet up with lamb though it wasn't much of a catching up moment.

after lunch, the rain had stopped and left the weather cool, absolutely ideal to walk in. he ended up walking me back to the office. yes, fine. as much as i tease him and annoy him to bits, i adore my brother.

he just got me thinking abt the need humans have for sense of security. to know that they have nothing to worry for. that in the age of retirement, their debts will be cleared. that they can live in luxury and all.

i ended up staying a little later in office to clear up with stuff with ql. on my way home while waiting at the bus stop, i was enjoying the chill of the evening wind when a lady interrupted my thoughts and asked for directions. i gladly provided her with the directions since i knew it. we ended up on the same bus as her destination was just a few stops before mine.

we chatted as the bus ambled along. i learnt that the pretty nameless lady was a private tutor for Asian languages. we spoke abt language, about accounting. i swear, she didn't look 35. i thought she was in her late 20s. then her next question stunned me.

"so which church do you go to?"

of course i collected myself in a split second and replied. i asked her the same question and we started chatting abt the church. i never got her name. but that one question rang through the night.

just knowing that she was looking at me and talking to me. to know that there was no crucifix pendant or earrings. no screaming bible verse. no visual sight to tell the world i am Christian. just a girl, tired and hungry and just as weary a traveller. a sinner like anyone else in the bus.

just. me.

and He chose me to shine through for Him tonight. to let that halo shine a little brighter to remind one other sister that she's not alone in the world. and that she can take comfort in another sister. it was just humbling.

thank you. thank you so much.

Doesn't anyone ever wonder why the Academy Awards are also known as the "Oscars"? Seems like i'm not the only one "thinking too much".

"Officially named the Academy Award of Merit, the statuette is better known by its nickname, Oscar. While the origins of the moniker aren’t clear, a popular story has it that upon seeing the trophy for the first time, Academy librarian (and eventual executive director) Margaret Herrick remarked that it resembled her Uncle Oscar. The Academy didn’t adopt the nickname officially until 1939, but it was widely known enough by 1934 that Hollywood columnist Sidney Skolsky used it in a piece referring to Katharine Hepburn’s first Best Actress win."
- taken from The Oscar Statuette

there you go. there's another story too.

"The other is film actress Bette Davis won the award for her role in the 1935 thriller, 'Dangerous' and named it after her husband, Harmon Oscar Nelson."
- taken from the Daily Orange

food for thought eh?

Dang, where did those summers of lazing on sentosa, baking under the sun, listening to happy tunes, drinking ice lemon/green tea and mindless banter go to? i think they disappeared when my friend remarked..

"once you hit 25 man..."

I'M NOT THERE YET! dammit. i miss the beach and sun almost as much as i miss the gym. but hey, Kid Rock is awesome stuff man. :P