SG Fairy

Put Paul Newman and Robert Redford together and what do you get?

A very yummy movie.... with yummy leading men... *lustful smile*

I just wish they didn't have to die in the movie in the end...

lets' see now.... i woke at noon today... then went back to sleep at 4pm... i swear it was supposed to be a very short nap and indeed it was.... i woke at 8pm.

i feel better.... CNY took a lot out of me... now, i feel more human...

this really is payback for all those weird hours i was keeping back in school...

this is one of the things that makes me feel old... i need to sleep by 1am latest nowadays... whatever happened to the 'sleep at 4am, wake at 7pm' routine?

i can just imagine, when i go to phuket with Nis in april... we'll be yawning away at midnight and eager to go back to our hotel room to sleep... no painting the town red, drinking the night away...

we're old hags now, Nis. :P

went out for dinner and a movie this evening...

a huge dinner complete with chocolate milkshake and baileys... yum yum.

a good local movie about how scholars are stuck-up brainless ass-holes, and how the entire civil service is screwed up.

it was really good to get out of the house.... i think the cny weekend was too long... there's only this much time a person can spend at home you know.

i think CNY can have such an effect on people.... it can totally wear you out... drain you of all energy... force you to try your darnest to keep your eyes open as you sit at your work desk.

i really needed an extremely strong cup of coffee.... i even comtemplated eating coffee powder... i heard that helps those who can no longer find help in countless cups of coffee.

if i get desparate enough tomorrow... maybe i'll do that

A rather large angbao collection!

But that's coz i had the entire family tribe over to our place today.

Do you know how tiring it is to have to run between the kitchen, dining room and living room all day?!?!?!

Tomorrow is round 2.... my parents' friends are coming over... the good thing about that is that i will not have to stick around all the time... i'll be able to hide in my room... well, that's what i hope at least.

*yawns* very tired... at least everyone complimented me on my baking and cooking, lol.
And i only got asked 4 times whether i have a boyfriend.
That, my dear, is a miracle.

Then again, it could be that all the uncles and aunties were busy playing with my cousins' babies and woahing away at my brother's improved facial complexion and muscular shoulders.
Ha, they dun know my bro was sucking in his tummy all day!

Here's wishes for:

A prosperous Lunar New Year

Heart think, will fulfil (this is one of my favourite wishes)

Body healthy

Step step go higher

Dragon horse alertness


I've slaughtered the chinese phrases.

my cakes were a success!

as my family always does on cny eve... i started baking butter cake this morning. my mum used to be the one doing that, but i took over last year. because it's something i only do once a year, i was a little apprehensive about how my cake would turn out.

bascially, it's an old family receipe.... what we call a '1 pound' cake. this is because you use 1lb butter, 1 lb sugar, 1lb flour, 10 eggs, 10 tablespoonsful of milk, 1 teaspoon of vanilla essence to get a cake that weighs a pound. fairly simple to remember, the proportions.

we usually bake 2 pounds, meaning 2 portions... then we separate half of the batter, and add cocoa powder and more milk to one-half to get chocolate-flavoured cake. i fill a tin with just plain batter, another tin with chocolate batter. the chocolate one is not very easy to do coz there's no fixed amt of cocoa powder to put in. you put as much as you want for as rich a chocolate cake as you desire, then you have to go by 'feeling' when it comes to adding the milk, to make sure your chocolate cake doesn't become dense... then i mix the remainder together in a tin to create a marble cake. i love doing marble cake... trying to always create nice swirls so my cake will be really pretty.

So my three cakes came out rather well... the plain butter one is a little dry (too long in the oven), but the texture of the chocolate cake and marble cake is great!

lalalala...

I'm guessing you didn't really wanna read about my baking exploits right? lol

So far so good... I've not been pounced on by Cupid's agents waving stalks of roses and going, "hi, wanna buy one? Only 1 for $4!"

Gee, and who am I going to give them to? My dogs???

Then again, it's still just early morning... the only PDA (Public Displays of Affection) I've come across today was a JC boy carrying a paper bag filled with many stalks of roses.

That boy must be casting a wide net.

Err... I don't know for sure if the girls will want me or not... better give to everyone and maybe one of them will like!

Silly boy.

So a friend called me up just now.

"Hey, you remember my that black halter or not?"

"Which one? You got a couple."

"That one lah! With the lace-lace at the neck!"

"Ah ok... ya... why?"

"You think I should wear that tomorrow or not ah? He told me to dress up for tomorrow's dinner.... which means it must be an expensive place where everyone must dress formal right?"

"Well..."

"And hor, I'm wondering if that halter is formal enough. But I also dun want it to be too formal in case the place is not that high-class, then I'll look overdressed and too eager! Just a date only what, hor?"

"If just a date, then you so excited for what? I can hear your heart pounding away from here."

"Aiyah, you dun like that lah.... you know what I mean right? You dun chi zhiu (translation: 'eat vinegar' = be jealous)"

"I chi what zhiu!?!"

"So you got date for tomorrow or not?"

"Nah... I..."

"Aiyo! So jialat ah! Maybe I ask him if he got any friend, then we can go out double date lah" *in a 'I-am-donating-to-charity' tone*

"Hello ah, you know me so long liao... you think I even care? And why are we talking about me and not your wardrobe crisis instead?"

"Oh ya! So how? You think the halter can?"

"Ya lah, can can... then just wear the earrings I gave you for a more dressy sweet-sweet look lor... then ok liao."

"Ok! Thanks ah! You are my saviour! "

"Hmm."

"OK, I got to go liao.... need to do my nails. You let me know if you want a date ok? Bye!"

*&^$$&(%@#%^&$%#

And that bitch didn't even ask about my cold... I was sniffing away throughout the entire conversation!

Someone remind me again why I still love that airhead bimbotic friend of mine.

I did a very courageous thing today.

I went shopping with my mum in Orchard... exactly one week before CNY.

The crowds, omigosh, the crowds... I hate elbowing people in shopping centres, trying to get my hands on a top I spotted before that auntie to my left gets it. I hate long quenes to the fitting rooms, at the cashier. I hate modern techno spins of CNY songs blasting away.

What to do? I needed clothes.

The rewards were not bad though... the weekend shopping have now given me two pairs of lovely lovely shoes, a pair of jeans that go down to mid-calf, and a beautiful brown lacy top.

It's just sad that I couldn't find shorts, or rather, nice shorts my size.

What's up with clothes manufacturers and retailers? You think fat people shouldn't be wearing shorts to expose their flabby thighs? Or perhaps, if fat people really do need shorts, then they should don the ugliest ones alive as punishment for being fat?

I like grossing people out with the sight of stretchmarks on my thighs, so there! Give me a nice pair of demin shorts, damn it!

Sigh... and so, the search continues.

My mum and I were going to get some baking done this weekend.... we had planned everything out nice-nice... on saturday, do pineapple tarts and the cupcake thingies. Then on sunday, we'll do modern biscuits and almond biscuits.

I was really looking forward to it.... hell, I even went cycling yesterday night because I figured I wouldn't have the time to do so during the weekend coz of the baking.

Then, guess what?

The oven died on us.

Tian ahhhh!!!!!!!!

this week's been a vast improvement over the last few weeks...

i hope it always stays this way...

I brought my mum and bro to Drama Centre to watch Hossan Leong in 'Multiple Personalities Disorder' this evening.

I'm going to post the following on Hossan's website tomorrow (since I'm at this moment writing this blog post on paper as I can't connect to home network. Yes, I have this habit of writing first, then post later, cannot ah?)... whatcha think?

Hossan did it again!

I wonder if I should be worried.

My knee started hurting after last Sunday when I cycled from pasir ris to bedok reservior. I had just put it down to over-exertion and thought nothing more of it. The last time my knee gave me a lot of trouble was back during jc when I was very active in sports etc. back then, I'll be limping away every other day because it'll be too painful to straighten my knee and walk normally. But since last Sunday when my knee started to hurt, I could still walk ok, and the pain would come and go so I figured, it's nothing.

But just now (sat afternoon) I did a short cycle around the park coz my knee wasn't hurting anymore and now, the pain's back.

I really dun want to have that regular knee ache again :P

Sigh.

Gotta remind myself I'm no longer as young as I was all those years ago... Gotta take it slowly, frustrating as it is. I'm aiming to do a couple more cycling trips down to the reservior before I try cycling to changi village... That's the goal.

Soon...

Do you ever feel sometimes like everything is crumbling around you? Like being in a house you like, one with such strong foundation it makes you feel secure, safe from the elements… then suddenly, you see it all falling apart… and you feel so exposed, so helpless, so lost.

You have no idea what is going on… why this is happening, or how you’re going to overcome it. You just know that you feel like you’re dying too along with the foundation… your energy being sucked away by some mysterious force. You dun know who to turn to, what to do…. You just feel, like you’re hanging in mid-air.

So you escape… run away as far and fast as you can from all that’s close to you. You escape from your home on your bike, feeling the wind kiss your face, as though telling you ‘it’ll be alright soon, dun you worry’. You ride out into the darkness, the little beams of light shining from the street lamps. You ride under the shade of trees. You pass by people walking together, eating by the beach and you sneer at them for doing that, all the while knowing deep inside that you really just envy their ability to relax like that. You would like a drink, but you know you can’t, not in such a state. The fish & chips does smell good though.

Out there, alone with just Mother Nature, you start breathing more easily. You feel the muscles in your body start to relax, the knots in your temple disappearing. You start to smile a little smile, sing along with the rock star serenading into your ear… you convince yourself that he’s singing just to you and you alone, perhaps because… could it be possible, that you’re special? What a novel idea!

You stop your bike along the beach, and sit on a little stone bench. It’s cold. You light a cigarette and watch the swirls of evil nicotine float out with the wind. And you sit there, staring out at the blinking lights bobbing along out at sea. You remember the days when you used to sail, canoe… be out that, a little dot in the deep blue sea… you remember how serene that was.

You remind yourself, that was ages ago, when you were young and free. Things are different now, you have responsibilities. You’re now a daughter, a sister, a slave, a lover, a worker, a friend… not that you were never those things when you were young, just that now, it’s just somewhat different.

You dun really know what you’re looking for. To beable to suddenly feel happy again just because you’re away from civilization? Ha, that’s impossible. So, so what are you looking for?

You dun know.

A little kitty cat catches your eye. It’s walking towards you. ‘Hey little fellow, are you feeling peaceful?’ you whisper to it.

The cat rubs itself against your calf and purrs.

It must be.

Perhaps you could be like that too. After all, logic says that if a little cat can feel that way, surely a human can do the same.

You get off the bench and stretch. You look down at the cat again and this time, notice that it has an awful scar along its side. The cat yawns and settles down to sleep.

You put a hand over your breast and feel your sore heart. And as the wind blows and flirts with your hair, you smile.

Frustration or no frustration, it doesn’t really matter, does it? Life still goes on… you just shrug your shoulders and move on. Mr. cat did that…. Move one day at a time, and the gash in the side will heal eventually.

Besides, you laugh to yourself, how tough would it be handling a bunch of emotions aggravated by PMS?

Nothing a half-litre tub of ice-cream cannot solve.

And so you cycle in the direction of home… not before stopping off at 7-11.

I’ll be better after a night’s sleep.

Glen Ong and the Flying Dutchman said, or rather sang, it best this morning over the radio...

(To the tune of the cartoon The Lion King - "In the Jungle")

In the stadium, our National stadium, the Lions won last night
In the stadium, our National stadium, the Lions won last night!

Oh weeeeee..... The Lions win away, the Lions win away, the Lions win away.....


I'm actually tempted to go Bangkok for the 2nd leg.