Well, I have heard of birds being well..bird-brained (meaning they have puny brains). But honestly, I think their hearts are rather huge, in the sense that they are rather courageous. In fact, I think they can give the lions a run for their money. I mean, instead of being lion-hearted, perhaps we can conjure up a new adjective - bird-hearted because these birds are really braver than we give them credit for.

On many instances, when I was driving, I have this uncanny tendency to see birds hopping around in the middle of the road without a care in the world. These birds like to dilly and dally at the road, despite my break-neck speed, as if daring me to run them down. They will procastinate long enough just to escape the crushing jaws of my wheels mere milli-seconds before. Are they being bird-brained or courageous? Well, occasionally, you see unfortunate dare-devil birds that failed to escape in time and to them, I feel a mix of sympathy and well, an inhibitable urge to (well, I am sorry to say this) laugh manically at their deserved outcomes.

Anyway, I am STILL in school at this ungodly hour after finishing my lecture. Today, a new lecturer came in from London, I think. If I closed my eyes, it is almost as if Hugh Grant is giving me a lesson on Multivariate Statistics. Very sexy. The voice, that is.

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This morning, Sandy decides to exhibit her Chinese powers and typed some idioms on her MSN to me. Inspired, I converted my phone to Chinese mode to attempt sending some Chinese SMS-es to people to impress them. After a while, I got tired of sending Chinese SMS-es and wanted to revert back to my original English mode. To my utter disgust, I can't freaking revert back because all the functions and modes are now written in Chinese. I mean, who can really tell me now, what is PHONE SETTINGS in chinese?

So, I began sending SOS sms-es for help. Of course, intuitively, the person to turn to is Sandy because her chinese is really powerful. Usually, if anybody send a Chinese SMS greeting to me, I will chuck it one side because reading the lexigraphics give me a hell of headache. So imagine, sending my sms-es in CHINESE. GAWD. Strangely, she found my situation amusing. Buggered, I replied that she was being 幸灾乐祸 , (wow, and you thought my Chinese is bad. I know idioms too, okie.) and not very sympathetic to my situation. To intimidate her, I further sms-ed her "你好! 你好! 等着瞧!" as in "YOU GOOD! YOU GOOD! WAIT AND SEE!" before realizing I actually sounded more polite than intimidating. After all, "你好!" is a sort of courteous greeting. So I ended up explaining to her that "你好!" is meant in an intimidating and aggressive manner, but it sort of dilutes the whole damn point. Blah.

**Edited with sms conversations - courtesy of Sandy ** (Yee = me and me = Sandy. Wah confusing. From perspective of Sandy)
yee: 纸袋英雄被华文的 mode 打败! 找不到 english mode! 死了!
me: hahaha! at least you can still sms in chinese leh! not bad.
yee: 你讲费话! 我用五分钟 type一个 sms. 这里没有 dictionary mode 的! ze3 me4 ban4? ze3 me4 ban4 (what to do?)
me: you can't be that bad right? try reading the chinese characters. i think it's settings -> phone settings -> language
yee: i think i inside settings but nothing inside there remotely resembles phone settings leh. 死了.
me: I try and see if i can find the chinese word later. but ur sms had me in stitches. Haa
yee: WHAT MAN! you 幸灾乐祸 leh you! 你好! 你好! 你等着瞧! 亨!
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So! This hot sunday afternoon, I went to my weekly Kent Ridge Park walk with Mister Toto. As usual, we trekked to our regular pavilion-hangout to take some cool shelter. To our digust, we saw that the concrete public furniture was in a state of utter mess and untidiness. Apparently, some INCONSIDERATE brainless nincompoops decided to have some beverage party right there but neglect to clear up afther they leave. Please clean up after yourselves after your utilize public properties, people! *Wags finger*

Anyway, Toto couldn't rest at the table with the throngs of ants gathering at the puddles of leftover coke. In fact, there was a swarm of ants that lay dead, sprawled across the cold hard table surface.

Suddenly, I witnessed some movement among the dead ants. Puzzled, I poked inquisitively and the "dead" ants moved slightly. In fact, unlike the regular ants that buzzed madly as if they are forever rushing to meet some queen-ant-deadline, this ants were having slight movement every five seconds. It's like 1..2..3..4..5.. one step. 1..2..3..4..5..one step. Ant Tango, if you may. It was a unique sight.

Then I realized the cause - a bottle of empty alcoholic drink laid. Ahh. The ants have been drinking. If fact, they were so drunk they did not react like normal ants would during a finger-poking-around-invasion. I don't even think they would have realize it if they were squashed to death. Tsk, look what unlimitless alcohol does to you.
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'Tis the time of the year to crow (how appropriate!) again. Happy Chinese New Year, people! :D

Presently, I am hidden in my room upstairs, from the maddening crowds of paternal relatives and cousins whom I don't even recognize off the streets! My brother is still snugged at his bed at this godly hour of 1130AM and that means, I have one less ally to brave the throes of strangers below. In turns, that means I haven't collected any ang pows from any relatives!

Bleah.

Anyway, last night, like all other years, I stayed up the night to adhere to tradition of shou-ye-ing. I went to watch Constantine which was tremendously enjoyable, and joined the bustling crowds at Chinatown. Perhaps photos will be up later with today's family rendevous at my grandma's place later.

Meanwhile everyone, REMEMBER! To collect more ang pows!
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A week-long celebration of Chinese New Year has just whizzed past. There were plenty of feasting (of rich food and new year goodies), drinking (of fizzy drinks and red wine), gambling (of blackjack, mahjong and our lives when thronging the crowds at chinatown), gossiping, merry-making and all the other festive cheers. I am beginning to think that Chinese New Year is just a period concocted by ancient people to indulge in the 7 deadly sins.

PRIDE
Everybody indulges in this sin during CNY, especially the aunties who are forever raving about their children, even though you are as interested in the topic as you will be in speaking to like, a molecule. (Oh wait, a molecule might be more thrilling because it sorts of well, vibrate silently, peacefully, whatever) So anyway aunties will go around comparing achievments of their sons especially.

"My son har, give me ang pow har, this morning." Auntie will say out of the blue. "WAHH. So fillial!" exclaims my mother. "NO LAH. WHERE GOT?" Auntie gives a modest answer despite an unmodest conversation starter. It is all very puzzling. They start off unmodest and gets incredibly modest usually. However, if another auntie butts in to join the raving of her child, you get perfect unmodesty competition and everybody just unmodestify from there onwards.

ENVY
Envy is something I am guilty of and it happens quite very often this CNY. I often get envious when anybody at the blackjack table gets a good hand because I am frequently dealt with shitty cards that are difficult to hit. When people shout "BAN LUCK!" (for blackjack jackpot), I can only stare enviously and pooh-pooh.

GLUTTONY
Well, this is almost like an absolute side-effect of CNY. There are golden pineapple tarts, fragrant bak gua, crunchy love letters, screaming out for your attention. "EAT! EAT! EAT ME! I AM DELICIOUS," they all seem to say and very few of us escaped their enchantment. Gluttony can also be seen in some of my relatives who picks only the salmon from the yusheng, leaving the shredded vegetables to rot; gorge on abalone but exclaim they are full when offered rice, and well, other acts along that line.

LUST
Surprise surprise! This might be the one sin that is less prevalent in the CNY period because everyone is dressed in loud red and orange hues, cheong sams and sweaty shirts, making everybody stinky and painful to look at, much less, lust at. What about lusting at goodies you say? Please refer to gluttony. Okie, wait a minute, does lusting for ang pows count? Hmm.

ANGER
AH HA! I feel anger when strangers' kids come to my house and torture Mister Toto. Kids like to feed dogs for some reason, and even when I explained Toto is already well-fed, kids still throw a tantrum and demand to feed him. They will follow him up and down, pull his tail, rub their dirty hands on his body with their parents chiding that they are actually dirtying their hands. HELLO! I believe my dog is cleaner than your insolent kids. Tsk.

The pang of anger is also felt when I get a lousy card drawn when hitting, finding yu sheng to have no "yu", discovering my ang pow has only SGD2. (HA HA HA. Okie, I am kidding for the last one. )

Greed
Well, greed is similar to gluttony except it is less related to food and more to material wealth or gain. Yep, so you can see greed everywhere when people gather at the gambling tables, rubbing their hands in glee in anticipation of increasing their material wealth. Kids become extra polite because they are actually greedy for big ang pows. After collection of ang pows, they instantly transformed to brats.

SLOTH
Oh my. Depending on which perspective, I could have been a sloth or not. In terms of completion of physical school work, I regret to admit I have been a complete sloth, neglecting every aspect. But fear not! My brain is not completely wasted because I apparently worked hard through the whole of last night in mahjong till Sunday morning 5 am. Mahjong prevents dementia, yah. The sloth bug also bites when your parents nag at you to clear up dishes, visit relatives you don't recognize off the streets, etc..

So there you go, the 7 deadly sins of CNY. Please indulge in them before the 15th day expires! Oh yes, before I forget, and a Happy Valentine's Day to all too.

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So! Valentine's Day has just passed. It is a day when the male population gladly convert themselves into Mr Robertoes (aka lo-bo aka carrots) to be chopped mercilessly by unscruplous florists, gift shops and restaurants.

Personally, I had a taste of being Mrs Roberto myself this fateful day. After lunch with a friend in NUS, I walked around the NUS Valentine Bazaar but found nothing interesting to buy. My friend, however, bought a wrapped tulip for SGD3 for his secret valentine. Afraid that the tulip might wither the time I got home, I decided to buy it later in the day for my friends.

Thus, after reaching home, I went to the nearest florist at Jelita to asked for a stalk of tulip. SGD3 seemed affordable. The florist apologized that his tulips have all been sold out and recommend this yellow-looking unique lilies that looked rather classy. Okie, I said, please wrap it simply for me.

Ta dah. That sealed my fate. Right at that moment, I must have looked like the world's largest carrot to the florist.

Why? Because those plants cost like 9 times more than what my friend paid for his nicely wrapped tulip in school! Gawd.

Yep, so anyway, when I was in town, there were Robertoes here, there and everywhere. Each time I saw a girl heaving a huge bouquet of roses beside her carrot-head, I would snigger to Sausagelips,"Here goes another Roberto." We were supposed to be heading to fisherman village but ended up at Harbourfront instead. Ah well. Sushi is not all that bad.

What's the next holiday to look forward? Easter? Hmm.
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Last night, I had some caffeine dosage at Holland Vee with some friends before heading home. There were some commotion at the coffee outlet I was at because there were some dogs seated outside. People will walk past and make funny faces at those canines. Seriously, I mean, from the perspective of a dog, these people are just going to look really stupid. You can go up and pat them, cuddle them, canoodle them, talk in cutesy pitches but make funny faces? Hmm. I think the dogs had expressions that go "wtf?" each time they unfortunately experienced a funny-face torturer.

I had a late night playing really silly games (with friends tolerant of my crap, of course) and slept this morning at about sevenish. I awoke 2 hours later to go for a netball game with some old netball pals. It has been such a long time since I last even whiffed at a netball. However, I daresay our skills are still intact although the stamina is totally blown. Wait a minute, I think I heard some creaking in my bones...I foresee painful muscle aches tomorrow. Bah.

Anyhoo, I spend my wee morning hours chatting with some chums and one of them reminded me to watch "The Wedding Singer" on Channel 5 pretty soon. I suddenly remembered a song I used to like - "Grow Old with You" by Adam Sandler and I went radioblogclub to search for it. Aw, it reminded me how sweet the song is. I think I will just melt listening to it. Sigh.

All right, off for a bath. Doodle update will be up later once I catch up with my sleep.

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These few days, I kept getting incredulously incredulous at stuff and things people do. (Some, like ah bengs, prefer to use "stunned tio" - but personally I feel that "incredulously incredulous" shows the level of pow-wow to get your incredulousity across)

Firstly, I am like, incredulous at the sudden appearance of the unsightly advertisement above. I can either choose to subscribe finally to tabulas (and stop being a cheapo) or I can go back to lazyjuice. Grr. Either that, I will probably get so disgusted I lose all urge to blog. Gah.

Secondly, I have been incredulositified by people's low-EQ-actions. One instance occured while we were at the River Hongbao patiently waiting for Fireworks to sprout. Two minutes before the commencement of fireworks display, an annoucement was made and a harried crowd bustled for last-minute positions to view. Now, isn't that strange? I mean, fireworks are supposed to be high up in the sky and if you have sufficient space in front, you will be able to see them adequately. Right a few seconds before the fireworks started, a girl squashed herself into the puny space right in front of Sandy. She surveyed Sandy (who was sitting down) and seemingly decided Sandy looks like a harmless sort of victim one can bully and not retaliate. So, she stood right in front of a sitting Sandy, meaning her buttocks were like a few inches away, and I don't really think Sandy can even tilt her head upwards and see the fireworks! Incredible! Incredulously rude girl thinks she is invisible! Amazing! Her boyfriend, on the other hand, was feeling embarassed for her, especially after I retorted,"Sandy, can you even see?" Hence, the boyfriend was like trying to tap incredulously-rude girl on the shoulder but the insolent girl was adamant on taking pictures of the fireworks on her handphone, ignoring the guy's persistent taps like they were buzz of houseflies. I sort of pitied the guy and I regretted not telling him at the moment,"You know, you should dump her. She is just incredulously rude."

Another instance occured when I was on the bus today. I absolutely abhor taking a bus during peak hours. However, today, I was in such unfortunate circumstance once more. As I boarded the bus, I was again, incredulously incredulous to find a guy seated in such a way his legs were sticking out, so he could conveniently commnunicate to the girl behind. I mean, I know the Singapore government is fervently encouraging people to get attached, to copulate but please! in a crowded bus, if you were to be lucky enough to find a seat, your legs should be right within the seats allocation because any other spaces outside should be reserved for poor standing sufferers.

Alas, I had to stand next to mr-knees-sticking-out as he spouted incessantly throughout the entire bus journey. I had to hold on to the seats for balance and those seat-holder thingies were unfortunately situated right next to his incessantly-yakking-therefore-spouting-saliva-and-other-unseen-particles mouth. I was yet, incredulously incredulous, when he coughed nonchalantly into my hands while talking to his friend. WTF!!!!?

I breathed in and told myself to remain calm. Ohhmm-mali-ohhm.

Anyway, did I mention I am like incredulously incredulous with the super-farking-hot weather?!

p.s.: I could be just pms-y.
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