Singapore in Pics

Fullerton SG after Chalet

The Durian

Outside Paragon with "stoner early morn" face

At Empire Cafe, Raffles Hotel courtesy of *ahem* Suiseng

WOMAD!!!! hunky lead singer *drools*

Shanci, Me, Heather, Herman

Got myself a gorgeous Superstar

Durian

Kick-ass ;)

Oooh, at Marche!! *thanks KY*

Scrumptious NYDC cakes *yummy*

*SIGH*

Neglecting the little things that actually matter to me. Things which are real and certain in life, I've taken for granted for far too long.

I was caught up in the rush, the exhilaration, the excitement. and lost sight of things which are important to me.

It's time that I get back to earth.

sigh and that is always the hardest part. Like a moth to a fire, you still want to go near even though the flame hurts. caused it's just so enticing and it's so easy to forget that it hurt you before and it will again.

sigh.

Little things that count..

Do you think that I am fat?

In UK, people there think that I am small. First time ever, the word is applied to me. *huge eyes*

That I am so small that my Brit friend was tempted to ask me whether I will get lost in Heathrow since Heathrow is so Big...*rolls eyes*

But yeah, back to Big issue.

Do you think I am fat? Do you? Fellow Malaysians?? hmm???

I think in Msia, I am considered big. Everyone is so so so super skinny and so so so small. Most girls are slim and willowy. and the doctor says that I am quite muscular cause I have big arms. Sigh, I feel like a pig standing next to them with my humongous arms and humongous buttocks and adding salt to injury, Huge THIGHS!!!!!

Well, I do admit that I don't look good in jeans and I always look better in skirts. No leggy me, only Roundy Me. Why? I should be born ages ago when Roundness is welcomed instead of Kate Moss leggy, slim now.

And yes, I do have weight issues. To those who doesn't know. I lost about a third of my weight since my high school years. It's not through conscious effort. I didn't diet painfully nor did I exercise madly. Everytime, there's a change of environment I just lose weight. Lost some when I went down KL. Lost even more when I got to Cambridge. and finally, In Cambridge I am happy with my body size.

Now, back in Penang, that's a different story altogether. Should I lose even more weight? Be even smaller?

Nah, I think I am too lazy. ;)

Ubersexual?

Moobs? boobs for men? Himbo?

New Man, New Lad, New Bloke, New Dad and Emo Boy — the latter a new man but much more weepy.

Metrosexual (a man who uses moisturiser and is in touch with his feelings)

The Future of Men, Marian Salzman describes Ubersexuals as supremely confident (without being obnoxious), masculine, stylish and committed to uncompromising quality in all areas of life.

hmm...

Quiting.

Yup, will be quitting on 16th August. Officially.

*HUGE GRIN*

I do enjoy the kids and working but I think it's enough, I do still want my holidays. *selfish pout*

Things to do:
- read books that I have always been wanting to read.
- watch movies, old/new e.g. The Aviator, Ray,Charlie & Chocolate Factory, some chick flicks.. *can't let Alvin beat me in That, wink*
- eat the superb nyonya kuih that only goes on sale at 3pm *grumbles* at the Batu Lanchang market. and eat eat eat more
- go jogging everyday and yoga. *prays fervently to keep this promise*
- spend more time with family.
- see and meet more friends esp suyin!!
- find friends to go climb Penang Hill. *somehow that's a lost cause w/o trying*

but still..sigh somehow, the kids have put their hooks into my heart...

I'll definitely miss:
-Tze Yon's little, small voice and the smell of him
-Boon Hock's sweeeeeeeeeeeet smile
-Adrian's antics
-Yi Lin who is always so affectionate
-Jin Cheng, Xin Loo, Tze June and many others..
- most of all, Chee Seng!!!!!!!!!! * guilty of having a fav but he is..abashed* He's this chubby kid that always manages to make me smile whenever I am pretending to be mad at him. He's always happy and smiley and forever singing Chinese New Year songs..lolz.

I have tickled, hugged, kissed, gave piggy-back rides... I think they know that this teacher is a sucker for any kind of manja-ing. If I pretend to be angry and they climb into my lap, I'll melt instantly...sigh....

I'll MISS them terribly...

*BAWLS*

*smacks Ping*

Rushing by...

"Life till 17 was like in Gear 1, then after that it's on Gear 4"

It felt like that after I finished my first year. There was a feeling of watching a LRT rushing by with you in it. There is barely time to breathe and recollect. There were too many things that I want to talk about, to blog about, to reminisce about.

But there simply wasn't enough time to savour each experience. When you are doing something at That moment, you are already thinking about the Next moment.

I simply haven't realized that Form 5 was 4 years ago. That is practically a whole secondary school term ago. I am still referring to my secondary school days like it was yesterday. When I was still referring to music popular 4 years ago like they are popular Today, I was in Big trouble.
Where did all the Time go?

Why does a year now feels much shorter than a year back in secondary school? I remembered waiting for my life to start then. Then now that it has started, it is moving way too fast for me. There are waaaay too many things to do, too many people to meet, to many places that I want to go and too little time. Every moment feels too short. I want to cling on to each and every moment and make them last. *sigh*

Like they say, " Suck your chocolates, don't chew them, it'll last longer. "

Nicol David

Went for lunch today at the Batu Lanchang market and guess who I saw?

*as above*

Layping's brain: "Ooohhh!!! celebrity!!!!! in Penang!! in Market!!!"
Layping's brain: "Must hyperventilate and shriek. see celebrity wor!"
Layping's mouth: "Dad, there's Nicol David!" *pointing madly*

At that time, was still in the car and thus was saved acting like a complete doofus. After parking, saw her at the hawker centre. *started to hyperventilate again*

Dad: Shhhh...eat ur lunch.

Ah well. I missed my Only opportunity to gush over a celebrity. A celebrity in Penang.

If I had tried speaking to her, what would happen?

Me: Are you Nicol David?
Nicol David: "like...duh.."
Me: You are eating lunch here?
Nicol David: "like...duh..."

SEE??? Quite pointless to talk to her unless I am a Super/Mega/Huge/Etc Fan of hers and happen to always have pen and a picture of her at my disposal for an autograph.

and so yes, I paid my "char koay kak" more attention.