rainy first october day

tastes like: had sirena tuna (olive chili oil), lady's choice mayo on toast for lunch. while was waiting for the toaster to understand that i didn't want my toast black, i had thought- wouldn't be nice to have someone cut it in 4 squares and serve it in a versace plate wearing a blue & silver david jones apron? nah, i would probably just nag them and tell them they are doing it wrong. obssesive compulsiveness is not cool sometimes.

smells like: michael for men

feels like: cold & wet

sounds like: human nature / tightrope cd

after posting my first blog last night, it was a bit difficult to sleep as my head was overheating with all the things i could do with this blog. how creative i could be, who my target audience is, how to make it funny/honest etc etc. i spent hours reading other blogs. geeez, this could be very addictive indeed. i had found it so cool that through reading other profiles & their links, i came across lol's blog where margeaux made a comment. margeaux is a friend and i am a big fan. it was really surreal as i admired their writing flair. now, if only i could try finding the balance between being like dougie howser & bridget jones. i was also amazed by how i could see into lives of other people with similar entries in their profile boxes. try putting "outdoor sex" and "christianity" in the personal interest section and this comes up with such interesting blogs. put any Sci-fi movie in the favourites section and you get what first appears to be geeks. however, after reading into their blogs a bit more, it is proven again that there is more to a person that what they are first usually categorised to be.

woke up this morning from foul smell of adobo but had brekkie anyway. had <5 hours of sleep. lucky, no nightmares but grinning still in the morning from reading funny & hot blogs last night. watched SUDDENLY 30 (so not art house but giggled like a girl, as the movie intended) & Ken Hirai DVD. Must thank Naoki for importing Ken for my birthday. Sang “You are the sunshine of my life” in the shower with a Japanese accent but tried so hard to look like Antonio Sabato Jnr.

after lunch, picked up prints ordered on-line (soaking wet, typical of my luck! the times I expect mail that should stay dry, our mailbox is soaked from rain). went shopping (Birkenhead point) with dad & sis. need presents for upcoming friends’ birthdays. happy the breakables made it home in one piece. tried to haggle for the 6 items bought from Oriental gallery and got $5 discount. was going to be upset but remembered I was far from Kuta beach in Bali, or Patpong markets in BKK. bought another jag top to replace what was supposed to be Naoki’s birthday present. Sat in the loo whilst sis stacked shopping in the car. (BIH:jo/tug/xmasjumper.0)

the lady from the oriental gallery had a very heavy chinese accent. it was cute for a bit but frowned a bit to try & understand some of what she said. she was so nice she even gave me a couple of mandarin duck ceramics. she said "these are for luck! do not separate them! they must be always together for luck. in another world, they are lovebirds". told dad & sis i was puzzled by what she meant. I said "how can ducks be in another world where they can be lovebirds. ducks are birds, right? why do they have to go to another world to be in love." maybe in chinese myth, ducks falling in love is forbidden. but dad, sis & i later worked out that she was meant to say: "In other words, they are lovebirs". Ahhhh, such a relief to have figured it out.

such a happy day despite the rain. spent the night online chatting with Steven, reading more blogs (so many Singaporeans-lah. me luv meself lots), watching Will & Grace and planning Sweet Sugar Bananas in caramel (matamis na saging) before bed. Night Night.