Not all 8a.m's are equal

How come 8a.m. on Tuesday is considered to be late, but not 8.am. on Thursday?

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I'm starting to realize, and you will realize (if you have a decent set of parental units like mine) that your parents are right 80% of the time up till the time when you start being an adult.

My parents were fully prepared to see my repeat a year of college - never passing economics, doing badly in geography (despite being a history student all along), rebelliously going out with boys, skipping/ late for school. In this very misguided phase of my life, they never fueled by rebelliousness by grounding me further. My mom was even very supportive on the day of getting my A level results by saying "No matter what happens, just come home. We'll work your options out together." Yet miraculously, last minute efforts to focus was sufficient to see myself into university. Immediately after seeing these results, they put a damper on my celebratory spirits by saying (nagging) that if I focused myself better I would have done better. I had wanted to do too many things - meet boys, get into a special program in university, go to church every weekend and spending the whole day there. What did I really want? I wanted everything, to do everything, and was almost left with nothing.

Right now, I'm seeing the exact thing happen to someone I consider close to me. A collision waiting to happen. After trying to guide her to an answer, I have now decided to silently step back. Not wanting her to be harmed from her own indecision or lack of action has in turn made me rather tired. Tired of seeing the effects of non-action spillover to other parts of her life, helping find leads, narrowing down key decision factors, worrying if she will be too late to switch careers. It's the case of 皇上不急，太监急; if the emperor is not in a hurry, why should others be?

This is probably how envy and regret is derived - you look at other people's lives and wonder why they have what you want. And you wonder and wonder, what could you have done (action) at that time ('cos it's all about timing baby).

Ruthlessly dumping you

All the nail polishes and lip balms are turning funky - either with weird smells or clumpy colours.

So out you go!
I will just have to be disciplined to stick to 2 colours this winter. (Part of money saving scheme)

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I signed in favour of overturning 377a (law that criminalizes gay sex) and am dismayed many do not use their full name. Is self-censorship so strong? How can one be so afraid to stand up for one's beliefs?

I'm not going into a long explanation why I believe in gay rights (they are not special groups mind you), just normal people that love, die and feel filial piety the same. And I can understand if people do not feel comfortable in the presence of gays, since the unknown is always fearful. Although that is really different from discriminating someone. Be clear about that.

You know, when you deal with people, it is hard to categorize like lip glosses. It is hard to discard them like a funky smelling spoilt lip gloss. Because people do not spoil, but your imposing your beliefs and forcing them to hide their true selves can spoil them inside. And that, you can never replace; not even with a different shade of sheer shimmery peach.

Fat puppy vs. fluffy kitty - round 1 faceoff

I can now see why marriage is such a formidable hurdle to overcome for someone as young as myself. In the mornings, I already start talking to him from the minute the toothbrush leaves my mouth till the time my eyes or his eyes close. Having lived alone for 2 years, this is something to get used to.

So what happens this week is that we are constantly around each other! There are no working hours to miss or distract each other from ..well...each other. I have to admit, I am probably the more easily grumpy and needs more personal space among the two of us. Having DL in the house is really like having a puppy jumping around, asking for attention and constantly smothering (I may complain, but most of the time I like it). But but...it is holidays! I did NOT expect it to be so intense!

Can´t you go to bed without me? But I like hugging you to bed!
Can´t you not talk for one minute? In my culture we are more open about our feelings and you talk all the time! Why are you suddenly so quiet?
Why do I have to do this now that you have finished your work? I´m sorry, I didn´t notice. (Ha! draw first blood for fluffy kitty!)

Now I can imagine why most couples, after they ROM, no problemo; then upon living together have a deathmatch. On the other hand, there is C who is always smoochy and co-exists (she must mean train up her husband to do her bidding) harmoniously with her husband heh...

Have to stop rambling on before my parents call me up anxiously after reading this post to wonder how serious my fight is with DL. Or maybe they are secretly glad that the evil white boy and I are going on our downward spiral path to demise hmmmmmmmm.........

DL and I are fine, thankfully he is very patient and knows I am just resisting all kinds of domestication and routine. Fat puppy is scheming too, he knows the first step to domestication is to build routine. Once you are used to that person, you hardly can let go.

Everything but the kitchen sink

The roses add a nice touch don´t you think?

Lunch was a tasteful assortment of fishballs, snowpeas, two kinds of pasta, finely chopped onion, tomato and mixed herbs. Yum!

This is an attempt to experiment with vege other than lettuce and brocolli. Courtesy of my mom´s advice; and trying to finish all the fishballs and fishcakes which WL´s mom brought. Feel so auntie being so proud of my own cooking!