Getting Undress.

Well, just watched this show "Trinny & Susannah Undress"

No. It's not what you think. Not 'bout 2 girls getting undress or what. The show's set in UK. And there's this 2 ladies (I find them quite irritating & bitchy actually), and for this episode I watched, they went around looking into guy's fashion (in UK). Yup. And criticise on it. Well, the criticism was the part I find them bitchy & irritating. 'Cos they were sort of down-right straightforward to the point of rude, arrogant & think they know it all.

But they're not the reason here.

It's the focus of the show that actually caught my attention.

Questions for the guys: How do you choose your clothes? What influence you in choosing them?

Questions for the girls: What do you think of guys' way of dressing (both majority & minority)? Do you pick out the clothes you would like your partner to wear, instead of asking them what they would like to wear?

During the show, there was this mini-experiment with 6 couples. Interestingly, the ladies were the ones actually picking up the clothes for the guys to wear. It's not "What would you like to wear?" But rather, "Why don't you try this on? This looks nice." Or, "Go try this on. I think it looks great." I find it quite disturbing actually. And we're talking about adults here. Like... late 20s to early 30s kind of adults?

I'm not too sure what Singapore's like. But I hope it's better than them. Heheh. So, girls. Do you do the dressing up for your guy? Or do you actually ask for his opinion?

If you're dressing him, let's think back. You first got out with him, 'cos you like him. And think 'bout it. You weren't in his picture before, and yet you dated him nonetheless. Now you're with him, why are you trying to change his style of dressing? By the way, talking about daily wear here. Not, special occasions stuff. Special, you can do it however special you want. Back to trek, that is if he's not okay with it, or you've no idea. I mean, it's perfectly fine if he's cool with it. Yeah.

Food for thought huh. Well, at least for me.

Guys' fashion. Or rather, their sense of fashion. Is it really that bad that they need to make a show out of it? Hahaha.

4E2

Okay. Was kind of bored last night. Went to dig the archives of people's blog.

Wait. Forgot to do something...

Okay. Done. I'm starting a daily exercise regime now. 'Cos there's not much opportunities & equipment here for me to do so.

So, was reading archives. You know, sometimes, reading people's archives, especially when you're involved or somehow related to it, there's this magical feeling. Sounds gay, I know. But that's how it was for me.

It's like, you suddenly find yourself in this old dusty cobweb filled room. Then you start to dust everything away. In the midst of it, you find this old film. You start playing it. And "Whoa." Guess what. It's all the past activities that you were part of.

So, as I read on about each & every entry, in my mind, it's like a VCR playing. All those moments back then, in the past, spent in school uniforms. Damn.

And damn. The days of being a 4E2-ian. Oh man. So glad I was one of the class member. In my opinion, it's the bestest & fun-est class ever. And as sister puts it, "I-fucking-miss-4E2-syndrome". HAHAHA. Those were some days. I do have compiled folders of 4E2 photos. Maybe I should do a video on it. In my free time, of course.

What does it take to be a 4E2?

Reading archives can bring back really, really hilarious moments as well. Example:

"It's a magic trick..."

People in the photo attached will know what's it all about. Really random & bewildering moments. Nonetheless, humorous.

Alright, I should really stop reminiscing now. Else I'll start to miss them all, the days of fun, joy & laughter.

Having a sudden crave for spring roll & the likes. OMG.

Babies Galore

Been having a few bad, weird dreams lately. 2 which I remember, to be exact. Not been one to remember dreams really.

One was relating to my teeth. Somehow or rather, all that I can remember is my teeth being chipped & dropped out.

The other one was nastier. Somehow or rather, I started bleeding and receiving cuts from who-knows-where. Oh, oh. And I recall very vividly, there was cut just slightly below my wrist. It's kinda comical now that I think about it. The cut was very deep, and I managed to put my fingers through the flesh & meat and stretch it out. Then can see all the insides. Hahaha

Back to normal stuff.

Just the other day, made my second sandwich.

It's a... Chicken & ham sandwich with egg. Basically, a quick marinate of the chicken and pan-fry it.

The egg. Was trying a sunny-side-up. But failed. 'Cos I left it in the pan for a little too long.

Then, there was the Chicken Roll which Vic learned from her friend & tried it herself.

The luxury of having a big kitchen counter top & 3 (of 4) chopping boards which we used.

That's the Chicken Roll. Pretty awesome food.

And then, there was the visit to Dalvin's. Kind of get the objectives to be babies visiting. Hahaha. 'Cos they were the highlight & stars of the night.

That's Jade.

This is Tyler (at least I think this is how it's spelled).

And I tell you. Jade is really cute. She just decided to come up to me and sit on my lap. Just. Too. Adorable.

Mama came on the same day. Late at night though. And by then, my cousin was already concussed on the sofa. Seriously concussed. Prodded her a few times to no reaction at all. Hahaha. Even after Mama arrived & 'talked' to her to tell her that she's arrived. She was still in a land far far away.

And... Today, went out to the City (again). I think the frequency of me going to the city these few days is more than my record in Singapore. Seriously.

And we're on.

Oh yeah. Finally. After 2 months being in school, there's finally Internet connection for me. Irritating. Had to go up to their labs to get my account activated.

And yes. I'm in school now. Not for anything. Just. Returning books. Kind of sucks. Luckily school's nearby. Alright. Taking the bus wasn't so bad after all. Heheh.

Erm. Photos. Photos...

While I was bored reading my texts, fiddled around with Photoshop.

Comparing Singapore's & Australia's movie tickets. Big difference in price, big difference in paper quality. Inverse though.

Shopping at City area. Cute head gears.

Remember my fall? Well, these are my medical supplies for it. Some antiseptic, forceps, alcohol, cotton piece. Argh.

- Posted at 1247hrs. 070410, Wednesday.

Post start: 0036hrs. 080410, Thursday.

Just did a sort of revamping of ODAC's blog. Well, yeah. The graduates have a sort of blog. But it didn't seem to work out much. So, I'm doing another round now. Hoping that it will work once more. And this time, I intend to keep it running.

And damn sad. My Teva died on me. I was on my way home, when sudden;y, I felt this funny feeling at my heels. That feeling as if something just poked their way through the sole of the slippers. Yea, it happens, 'cos Tevas are soft.

Turns out there's a hole in the slipper. Damn sad. Now. Have to get a new pair of slippers. That's my mission for tomorrow. Shopping at the city! Maybe can do a few shots here & there. See how my mood goes. And I'm thinking if I should go before, or after lunch. Sigh... Before lunch, means I'll be spending money outside.

It's not that I'm being a miser here. But, have yet to fully adapt to the price of food here. If it were Singapore, I wouldn't have mind & just eat out for all I care (since I'll be alone). But here. Damn. Food, as being one of the most important basic necessities, it's rather pricey, comparing ti Singapore's pricing. That's 'bout my one(?) & only complain here. So far(?). Yep.

There you have it. Before. Process. After. Yep.

Hmmm... Feeling hungry again. Always feel hungry when I stay up late.

Oh. Did I mention that the tenant has moved out already? Apparently she moved to somewhere closer to school. Walking distance was it? Not too sure. But, point is, she moved out. So, it's 3 people in the house once more. But not for long. Mama's coming over tomorrow late night.

Right. Time to sleep.

Oh, one last thing. I think the label thingy for Blogger is actually quite useful. But... I've no idea how to categorize every single one of my post. Sigh. Makes it easier for backtracking at times.

Post end: 0116hrs (DAMN. It's late). 080410, Thursday.

Move out.

Woke up early this morning. Had a haircut.

LTA Edward, ready for duty. Hoorah.

No idea what's wrong, but my right biceps been twitchy lately. Quite irritating at times. And despite my injuries, I seriously think I need to work out. Like. Now. I can't stand looking at myself in the mirror, with short hair, yet not having the physique there. Sigh...

So, that means, I really have to hunt down a place for me to do pull-ups. One's that nearer to home. And not like. 16 minutes run away. And to think I have to run back again. All too tiring. Can't really focus on the strength training part.

Got to head back to school tomorrow. Returning some books. Also means, it's time for me to make a move on the library books.

Mama's touching down this Friday! Woots. One more game to my laptop. Muahahaha.

My Sandwich.

What you're seeing above is my first, own-made, brand of sandwich. Looks awesome, doesn't it? The taste doesn't match up to the looks though. No mayo on the eggs. Think it'll be better if I cut down on the tomatoes, dip the veg through hot water? Use ham instead of tuna? I don't know. Try again.

Now. Let me just feel up some more space before I move on to the next topic.

Done nothing worth mentioning. Yep. Just been on the laptop & in the books this few days. In fact, the past week. Reading those books are starting to become a chore. Nevertheless, I shall strive to finish them all. Sigh~

Ahuh...

I think it's a nightmare when you have your own parents on any social networking websites. Especially when your parents aren't the tech-savvy (in my current time, not 20 years down the road) type.

It's one thing when they have an account. But it's another when they add you. It's not that I disapprove of them or what. Pretty cool for them to even have an account (and know how to use it).

But. Can I just say that it feels like there's a whole lot more things to hide when they add you on such, such social networking websites?

Actually, I'm not too sure what each individual has to hide. In fact, I'm not too sure myself either. Maybe I'm just being sensitive/paranoid. But I believe this paranoia is something I should take heed.

Why... Just the other day, heard 2 ladies talking 'bout such social networking issues.

So, the story was this girl, she had went for a party. Apparently, the theme for the party was a pretty wild(?) one. And well... I'll just conveniently skip through the main course and go into desserts. The mum found out (through the social networking site, of course), and boy-oh-boy. Was. She. Shocked. Not 'bout the party, she already knew about that. But more on the dressing. Damn...

So, the mum was shocked. Not to mention angry too. The dad? Didn't really catch that part. But I figured that he was fuming as well.

Kind of a morale of the story kinda thing, isn't it? "Don't add your parents on social networking pages. Never."

Feels like I'm sending out the wrong message here. It's healthy to keep family relations tight of course. But I think there's a boundary? Like, when kids get to a certain age, they will do this, that, that, these. And that. So, well. Better to hide it & stay happy with your family then to let them see it & ruin all the fun, yeah? Everyone's bound to have a few skeletons in their closet.

Back to track. Well, maybe it's not so much of a nightmare. But, still, it feels like... There's this foreboding feeling. This ominous feeling of a pair of scary looking eyes peering at you from the shadows. What's worse than that? It's not looking at you straight in the face, but from behind you. And when you turn to see it, it. Disappears. Scary. *Shudders*

I'm thinking I should wrap this up now. It's getting kind of long. Discussion of the week: "Is it good for parents to be 'socially active' with their child on the net?"

Then again, maybe it's just some random people. All a coincidence. And I'm just freaking paranoid.

Internet.

Happy Easter!

Well, it wouldn't be much of a Happy Easter in in Singapore. It ain't really something that's celebrated back there. Well, besides Good Friday. Apparently, the week following Good Friday, is Easter. So, it's kind of like a major public holiday for them.

Double cups of Iced Mocha certainly isn't something that my stomach can handle. Sigh. As nice as it is, it's causing me to have the runs to toilet. And in my fourth run, the bulb died on me. How fantastic right.

And I realised it's kind of pathetic how I use the Internet. I get bored easily when on the net. It's like, I only see a few sites. If there's nothing there, then that's the end of story.

Or maybe it's 'cos I don;t want to stray too far. Haha. 'Cos I'm guessing that if I really start 'surfing' the net, there'll be no end to it. Sigh.

It's getting late now. Time to sleep.

Thoughts

This post is in no relation to anyone out there and is purely hypothetical. Any resemblance or matters relating to it, are purely coincidence.

But of course, the idea of this post draws from Sista's post. Heheh...

Why is it that sometimes, males are so dependent on their female counterparts? Sometimes, just sometimes, it's kind of like a matter of life & death.

Then again, perhaps males are just humans too. They need someone for emotional support and the likes. And I suppose that's where the females come in. After all, most males out there aren't the best of... Erm... What's that you call it. Eh... Emotions-related-topics-mate? Something like that. Haha.

I mean. Females have their own gang to be in comfort with. But you don't see males doing that, do you? I think it all goes back to a very primal & basic instinct kind of thing. It's seen as a kind of weakness. Is that right? I've no idea. Just thinking aloud here.

I would like to add more. But, looking at time right now. I believe whatever comes next will just be a string of nonsense which makes no link at all. So, enough for now.