It's true..

After you've washed ur car..it WILL rain..

For the first time eversince i got my vito, i finally sent it to a car wash today(after being nagged endlessly by the mildly jie-pi 0.5)..and guess wat? Yes, it rained..for the whole day..Coincidently, it was also the first time there was such a heavy downpour in weeks..

Wat can i say..life's like tat *.*

I like girls who live to eat (ST Life, 28th Aug 06)

Food is such a pleasure in life that it's a turn-off to watch a girl treat eating like it's a chore..

Thanks to these supposedly sure-fire, low-carb, weight-loss diets, I hardly see a woman finish her plate of rice or noodles anymore. Every other gilr i know leaves large portions of rice or noodles unfinished on the side of the plate. And most of the time, these women aren't anywhere near fat. (I dun believe in no-carbs diet..i still think carbs itself is NOT fattening..it's the stuff tat goes with carbs tat's fattening..the gravy, the sauce, the meat, etc..besides..u'll never feel full if u dun take carbs..)

Worse, so many women eat so little these days, it's seen as the norm rather than the exception (so i guess i'm the exception..going by the amount of carb i eat)

I still remember one ex-colleague's response when i asked her out for lunch. She smiled and replied: "No thanks, i just had this big apple for lunch," stressing on the word 'big' and cupping her hands to show me its supposedly melon-like size.

The last time i checked, women, too, need to eat three meals a day. And an apple doesn't count - even if it really is the size of a melon (neither does carrot juice..heard me, Ms P?)

I once witnessed a near catfight break out between a few women about eating - or the lack of it.

It was a work lunch with five women from an organisation that i was meeting for the first time. Four of them told the waitress that they didn't want any rice, but the last one was having a regular portion.
"I don't know why you all don't like rice. I always like to eat a lot of rice," scoffed High Metabolism Girl, a slim female who apparently loves her carbs.

Never mind that there was a male stranger sharing the table, for out came the claws.

"No what, I don't see you eating much rice usually," came one swift reply. "And we do eat rice, it's just that today, we decided to skip it together, " another retorted.

High Metabolism Girl never looked up from her bowl of rice for the rest of the meal. I'm not sure i did either.

Between a skinny girl who gingerly navigates around her food like a UN inspector looking for landmines and a normal-sized - or even slightly chubby - girl who loves her food, give me the latter any day. (Bonus if she likes white white stuff..ha)

It's a huge turn-off to see someone treat eating like a chore, especially since you'll probably be spending a lot of time having meals together. Whatever the romance the candlelight dinner provides will be snuffed out if she dumps half her plate of food on you, instead of telling you how tasty it is. (While i have frens doing tat to me, dumping food to me ie, not the candlelight dinner part, it's cos they genuinely can't finish their portion..n i'm perfectly fine with it..in fact, i more than welcome them doing so :Þ)

And it's worse if they're pround of calorie-counting(Opps, i think i'm the one guilty of calorie-counting..rather than my dining companions) I mean, it's dieting for vanity for crying out loud, not going on a hunger strike for peace.
I just think it's a shame if they can't enjoy one of the few real pleasures that life has to offer. (Yes, i do enjoy eating..even though i may be fussier than most pple about wat i eat..i believe moderation is the key)

I suppose i like women who live to eat, not eat to live - and i know plenty of attractive women who do that. We have to do it three times(at least five times for me), so why make it so painful?

Exactly.

Barter Trade

This idea is nothing new..barter trade..in fact, it's the most 'original' trade..i got something u want, u got something i want ; we trade; u happy, i happy. Simple.

Then as society progressed, ie. got more complicated..money or currency comes into play..where services or goods are exchanged for a common currency..which can be used for the purchase of other goods and services (this is Econs Prof ZXL at work)

But since i've somewhat regressed..so it's back to basics for me..why do i say so..take the other day for example..
I managed to get some 'free labour' on wed..got twink and 0.5 to do some 'no-brainer' work in my office .. punching holes, cutting, binding....& what a brilliant job they did :) Was feeling a bit guilty about exploiting them..then decided it was in exchange of the door-to-door chauffeur services i provided for the wakeboarding session :Þ

Think barter trade is especially relevant for the NILIPIs(No Income, Low Income, Parttime Income)..while NILIPIs are not the richest in terms of money..most have time or services to spare..

Which is not too bad a thing..right?

Rated PG

Haiya..got people commented my entries getting raunchy wor..i say..it's only as obscene as your mind thinks :Þ

Okok..since i pride my blog on being a PG site..i will blog about other topics then..

So wat's up recently? As i recall the happenings over past 2 days..and the conversations i had..i realised..most of them revolved around.. ahem..the preferred mode of food poisoning - puking(shang tu) or laosai-ing(xia xie)..& yesterday the conversation even covered some of the more exotic locations for doing so..in both urban and rural settings..

Hmm..tat doesn't seem too palatable either does it?

Ok lah..think tat's enuf rubbish for a Saturday afternoon..till the next entry..

Baseball Tutorial - Version II

Seeing the popularity of my previous tutorial and how many eager students i have out there..Prof ZXL has decided to come up with another tutorial..

First base - Hold hands (got feedback previous tutorial too 'advanced' wor..)
Second base - Snorkelling*
Third base - Diving*
Homerun - Discovering the hidden treasure cove

*Assuming the water level be = the layer of clothes on the baseball player

(Cheem) quote for the day

People do not become happy by satisfying their desires. They become happy by living within a belief system that restrains and gives coherence to their desires. Above all the other necessities of human nature, above the satisfaction of any other need, above hunger, love, pleasure, fame..even life itself..what a man most needs is the conviction that he is contained within the discipline of an ordered existence - Walter Lippmann

Baseball tutorial

I remember there was a bit of confusion over the terminology of 'bases' some time back..i found some rather enlightening definitions in a particular 8-gua magazine..

1st base - Kiss
2nd base - Exploring in the North Pole
3rd base - Trekking south of the border
Home run - Reaching the summit

Hmm..doesn't it make things clearer to the 'explorers' out there? ^o^

A summary of my week..

Judging from my blog topics..it seems like i had a rather boring life lately..which is kinda true..in the sense tat nothing earth-shattering had happened to me..

In fact, i think i can summarize the past one week in words - sleep, eat, work, exercise(in descending order of time allocated) ..and oh, struggling with a 50 tonnes heavy van..

Sleep - Wat..dun u sleep too?
Eat - Enough said about wat i eat..and how much i eat..
Work - Started doing some freelance video analysis thingy..in case u think this is gonna boost my 3-figure income..i'm not earning anything for it..yet..
Exercise - Somehow, i suspect this proportion is going to increase over the next few months..since the ssc folks have again signed away 5.5 hours of their lives(according to 0.5)..while i'm not taking part in The Running Event at all, i think i need to train up a bit..even as a 'casual runspirator', i ended up running almost 20km last year..

Struggling with a 50 tonnes van - Had just finished loading up bicycles for a ride when i was on the way to Ms P's birthday dinner..before i could even reach the ulu place..the van suddenly made some spluttering sounds..all the indicator lights started flashing..and then, it died..in the middle of east coast road..during the rush hour of 7pm..managed to restart the engine..some lights on the screen remained on..started driving but the van felt 10 times heavier..the steering wheel was so stiff tat even negotiating round a bend was a challenge..drove to a petrol station but nobody could make any sense of the problems..the only solution..to drive it back..

Anyway, we had since concluded tat the problem was tat of the power steering belt snapping..which explained why i had to use all my strength to steer the van..to drive a van without power steering is somewat challenging..to drive a continental van without power steering is even more challenging but still manageable..to drive a continental van loaded with 10 bicycles and loads of barang without power steering is f***ing challenging..(special mention to 0.5 who was sitting next to me all this while listening to my barraging without a nary of complaint)

Oh well..the week is coming to end..not too bad to end a week..blogging away on a lazy sunday afternoon : )
I'll leave you readers with a couple of shots taken from yesterday's ride..presenting Ms Chan, Wee2 and 0.5..

Mama..YS..Ms P..somebody's angel..somebody's sister..

Mama..YS..Ms P..somebody's angel..somebody's sister..

I concluded..Nov/Dec is peak season for mating..tis the season to be jolly..falalalala...

Something is wrong..

..somewhere..

Apparently blog-city(the domain host lah, not city city lah) has just released a new version of this whole blog thingy..

Which is why the font on my msg board suddenly shrank..which is also why i wasn't able to log in previously..which is also why some of my blog entries had disappeared into blogo-sphere..

Hmm..let me try & get used to it..in the meantime..wei, any solutions to my minitoons board?

Horoscope for the day :

Libra

The law of cause and effect is immediately noticeable when it comes to your body and brain. For example, when you get too litle sleep, your mind slows down. Eat better. Get more rest. Read a book.

Chicken brown rice, anyone?

Mind Your Body, 2 Aug 06

On Monday morning, many a bleary-eyed member of the public would have opened a newspaper - over their morning coffee and kaya toast - to be greeted by the good news of how the Health Promotion Board wants to transform our hawkers into health-conscious service providers (I am one of them..though i do not drink coffee and seldom eat kaya toast)

I wonder how many people would have stood up and said 'Well, it's about time! I can't wait to have the pork lard in my hokkien mee replaced with monounsaturated olive oil; it's good for me and best of all, it'll taste better!' (Again, i'm one of them..in fact, i not only stood up..i even did a little jig of happiness)

That was about as likely to happen as global warming reversing. (So, global warming reversing is not happening..but look at the number of measures in place to reduce it)

It's more probable that people skipped over the articles, in a state of complete glazed-over denial, or rolled their eyes and thought, leave my bak chor mee man alone! And then went out and had a second breakfast of you tiao and black tar coffee. (Now i'm not of one of them..nope..not me..on the contrary, i almost let out a whoop of joy when i read that Tiong Bahru market is one of the hawker centres earmarked for such an exciting makeover)

To be fair, the scheme is voluntary and does not demand a drastic makeover. Hawkers are being encouraged to replace at least one ingredient with a healthier alternative, not a tall order by any means.

But to hardcore hawker food lovers, even such modest demands would be mind-boggling. Why be something you're not? (Have u even tried in the first place?)

Frankly, it would take a whole lot more to make hawker food truly healthy. (Think we gotta look at things in perspective here..less unhealthy does not = truly healthy)

Am i getting old or wat?

Had a night cycling event last sat..though i wasn't the one cycling(as usual, i was the safety vehicle)..i felt drained at the end of it..so much so that i feel i'm still recovering from it..2 days after it..

Went to sleep only at about 8ish am on sun..caught 40 winks and was up by lunchtime..spent the rest of sunday nuahing..including a 30min therapy session at my fave place, ie. the supermarket..walked thru each & every aisle before leaving the place empty-handed..only to end up buying a carton of milk from the mama shop below my house..another sign of getting old?!

There was a time when people said that Singapore won't make it..but we did..opps, national day approaching, feeling patriotic..heh.. Anyway, there was really a time when i was able to 'make it & 'thon out' the whole night and still be relatively fresh the next day..but seems like times have changed..or rather, moved along..

Ever since i've been 'seasonally unemployed'..i've been clocking about 8-9 hours of sleep almost everyday..these days, i try to be in bed by midnight (though there are times when i doze off at 10ish) and be up by 9..tat should give me the recommended(or in fact, more than) hours of 7-8 hours of sleep..but despite tat, i still feel tired during the day..like now..i feel like i'm in the 'gimme-5 mins-of-total-quietness-and-i'll doze-off-in-no-time' state..

Am i really getting old?