It's time for another serious, blah, boring, topic-less blog.

It's time for another serious, blah, boring, topic-less blog on what I've been doing and how I've been feeling in the past few days. Can you tell this post is going to be LONG, folks? *wink*

This post will also be interspersed with random variations on multiple themes. Key Word: Randomness. Yes. Remember that, please.

First off, I have a sudden desire to run down to the 7-11 downstairs and buy myself yoghurt to eat. Snapshot of the conversation floating through my head:

Alter-ego 1: Go! Buy six cartons of yoghurt and subsist on nothing but fermented milk for the next few days.
AE2: Siao. It's one am and I'm in my pyjamas already.
AE1: SO what, yoghurt is healthy food!
AE2: And expensive. Dun be mad. That's like ten bucks of yoghurt. And ten bucks is a lot of money man!
AE1: Right. Yes. No yoghurt then.

Funny isn't it, the way I prioritize my spending. I'll blow $5 on a meal and not even finish half of it, then run off and buy $3 of Yami yoghurt (long live peach flavour!). Hesistate on a $14 tumbler and $59 skirt but buy a $140 suit straight off. Cease on ten bucks of yoghurt because I am supposed to spend only a hundred bucks more in Feb, to save up for 1. ISRAEL trip, 2. Chinese New Year and 3. Building fund 2005. Man I need to reorganize my spending. But as any true shopaholic will know, I always feel as if I don't have enough clothes to wear. Drat. I'm actually saving up clothes-of-appropriate-colour-that-are-not-really-new-but-haven't-been-seen-by-my-relatives-before-and-my-mum-for-awhile to wear for the hallowed days of CNY. Man. I actually have thought one ensemble out already; pink spag top from HK / Oz with my brown flowery skirt and m)phosis brown floppy bag. It would actually go perfect with x:odus' brown and pink pumps, but I don't own them. Rats, it's back to the drawing board, guys..
Ensemble 2 is in progress, but not quite THERE yet.. proposed centerpiece, though, is my green and white cheongsam top with SOME kind of skirt / pants. Falalalalala, it's CHINESE new year, so I am forgiven the cheesy cheena clothing, no? *winkz*

Cheese, by the way, is the name of my bear. My one and only irreplaceable big bear, a gift from keqing on v-day i'm not sure how many years back. Hm, those were the days when we were both swinging singles and heartily declaring that all men were scum and no man would hold us. Boy, *shaking my head in reminiscence* that was a long time ago. Were we really so young and naive? We promised to give each other gifts on V-day and mutually be gentlemanly at each other, because there were no men to do so. Well, years and years down the road, Cheese still sits in the place of honour on my couch, but Qing spends every v-day now with her Peter and Tiffany with her JC. How times have changed! Do they, I wonder, remember me?

Maudlin memories, I say. By the way, Cheese was named because he's a great shedder (of fur) and it sounded like cheddar (the cheese). Wahahahahahaha. So that's why - Shedder Cheese!

I love my bear. Wahahahahaha.

As an aside, I also love my dog and all things furry, including Winn-Dixie (YOUR fault, Jan, for getting me onto him!) But winndixie opens only on 18th feb, so:
1. i officially have nothing to do on v-day (Blueberry muffin baking, anyone??)
2. i went to see Finding Neverland yesterday. Finding Neverland is the kind of show you come out from feeling emotionally stirred - to no end or purpose. Gloriously sentimental, sweeping vistas, proper restrained propriety between Johnny Depp and Kate Winslet - immerse yourself in the beautiful sentiments of the story, with no commitments and no decisions required. Exactly the kind of show you go to to feel more human and less like a work-machine. Six-fifty well spent, I say.

Six fifty this morning was NOT well spent, though, because THAT was the time I woke up. Given that we have to be in school by seven twenty-five and i live a half an hour drive from school, it was a struggle within myself to rush down or simply give up and take MC for the day. Not that I don't qualify; I'm met every morning with stares and exclamations of "ni3 shui4 mian2 bu4 zu2 ah' and 'ni3 shen1 bing4 ma1?' (translating to 'you haven't got enough sleep' and 'are you sick?' respectively). Sick by everyone else's standards, but not sick enough by my own to take a day off. Sigh. I drive myself mad! And so, in all haste, i brought myself and my bad hair day down to school. I will, one day, I swear, either get myself into an education system where I can wake up at 9am each day and wear street clothes and dye my hair purple. Or, I'll revolutionize the education system here. Wahahahahahaha. Let's all have green tweed skirts, purple paisley-print coats and Victorian-collared white shirts with cravats! Oh, and team those with knee-high leather boots. Of course, knee-high boots means the green tweed skirts have to be minis. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Vote me into government, anyone? *evil wink*

With pride and ardor burning,
ahming loves you too.