had many interesting conversations over bubble tea this weekend.

1) why is eating free range chicken less cruel than eating normal caged chicken? i said well i guess because before they are killed they have a more carefree existence and are happier chickens. but then someone pointed out that that was even more cruel since free range chickens are happy to begin with so why not kill the ones already in pens since they are unhappy anyway? hmmm... true...

2) that the growths on my leg can be removed under insurance because they are not aesthetic procedures.

3) spoke of cathetherizations and awkward doctor friend situations (like would you be ok with your friend being your wife's gynae?)

yikes. tiny sliver of beef jerkey fell between the gaps of my keyboard.

hang is gone for the weekend so today i had dinner by myself at whole foods while reading the last few pages of catch 22. i still have maybe 30 pages or so to go and if i get through those last few pages, this will be the first book i've read from cover to cover since the da vinci code i think.

since she's gone for the weekend i also went to blockbuster and got myself 4 dvds and haha i thought i would watch kingdom of heaven hoping it would shed some light about the crusades which i've also been wanting to read about. but it was a boring old movie that i should (should not) have watched in a theater for more effect and more disappointment.

and why is it that in every movie as long as the characters are not american they speak with an english accent.

so yesterday i was on the bus and saw a lady with purple hair. actually it was a lavender-ish colour. she was old, white and wrinkled, a tiny lady and it was almost funny that maybe this is what she said to her hair colourist: "tone down the purple will ya? make it a pastel purple for me- i'm getting a lil' old for the bold shades"

there she was funky granny walking around with her lavender locks (alliteration for effect- they were not so much locks but more like big permed curls coiffed up- ya know... the ah mah hairdo) and i was thinking to myself what if it was an evil prank someone played on her since maybe she was partially blind or something.

happy thanksgiving. i will be at work today. (pat myself on the back)

some ideas

everynight i come home and turn on my cute nifty laptop. first site i go to is gmail, then hotmail. after i've trashed all the junk mail, i click on bookmarks and read some blogs. after that i scratch my head and think what else i need to do online. then when i really can't think of anything i go to blogger.com and figure i might as well write something.

then as i walk to subway the next morning, i start making a mental list of what i should start checking out- like cheap flights, read up about the crusades, sell some of the poor performers in my ameritrade account, post pictures of the stuff i wanna sell on ebay, plagiarize some cool pictures from image databases etc etc. but by the time i get home that same night, all these ideas somehow slip my mind and all i do is check gmail, hotmail then blogger.com if i have nothing else to do (when i really DO have a ton to do but i just forget!!)

so maybe writing it all down will help since i come to blog when i have done my routine mail checks and will then have time to surf. so here are some ideas jia en, when you come back tomorrow:

- crusades
- pastry classes at ICE/FCI
- secret project
- corp social responsibility
- check out stuff to do with sisters when they come to visit

cool beans i think tomorrow night i will get some of these things done because tonight i am too tired from the body sculpt class and dinner at taisho.

and thank you shouzi for the address- you will get your surprise soon. whoever else would like one please send me your address.
thanks.

forgotten is about the worst movie i have seen in a while. it's these types that make me lose faith in hollywood. i mean, the whole x-file/alien/secret experiment plot is so passe. and people getting sucked into space? i could have written that dumb story when i was 10.

btw, i got 4 more months of gym membership because they couldn't give me a refund. which isn't bad i guess. this new location is in much better shape and classes are free too. so i have until the end of summer next year before i run out of a gym. not a bad deal i think

very into tempeh recently because i have discovered that it tastes quite wonderful with a soy sauce/peanut butter blend- it really tastes much better than it sounds.

the lazy susan under the tv is about the most intelligent contraption in this house i would say. only $10, but it has brought us much joy this past year.

t-shirt making has come to a standstill as i have no inspiration to cut up clothes right now. but i am embarking on another creative project. please send your home address to me coz i have a surprise to send you. thanks in advance. another thing i am doing is watching a film a week. i wanted to join a film society but the lincoln center film society membership costs $60!

more bh crunch

tomorrow is the day i fight for my rights. wish me luck for i am a yes woman and this time i cannot be.

being a yes-woman is slightly problematic because it makes me flaky. because i can never say no to any proposition, i end up backing out at the last minute and therefore am a flake. what an introspective observation.

just found even more bah hu which has made me a happier person.

i have this bald patch within my eyelashes that everyday is a bad left eyelash day. i must've yanked out a couple of strands while trying to curl them with that vicious curler from h&m.

looks like plans to visit india are being shelved for the time being because it is too expensive. however, i would still like to make a few trips to latin america this year. i feel like sometimes i should just not go home every holiday because the point of living away from home is to see the world but my mother puts me on emotional guilt trips sometimes.

bliss! last night i stumbled upon an older packet of bah hu crunch which i very quickly polished off this morning for breakfast.

karla has insisted i must not give up the fight against dolphin fitness. did i already mention that that damned place got boarded up one fine day and as i was walking home i read the eviction notice and thought to myself F- i knew this was going to happen. so i called and they said no refunds given and i thought i had no other choice but to accept this dastardly fate, but karla very vehemently put her foot down and said that i have to FIGHT FOR MY RIGHTS. so my rights i will fight for at some point this week.

to get back to my fitness routine (before singapore and visitors every weekend, who by the way have to pay in kind from now on with bah hu crunch or toilet paper if they are from the US), i purchased myself a pilates video for weight loss. it was so damn slow i felt like a granny but i guess it was relaxing.