Unravel

while you are away
my heart comes undone
slowly unravels
in a ball of yarn
the devil collects it
with a grin
our love
in a ball of yarn
he'll never return it
so when you come back
we'll have to make new love
he'll never return it
so when you come back
we'll have to make new love
Bjork

Sundays are meant for chilling, so the monkey and I, with token straights in tow, waddled our fat asses over to Pavilion to unwind. Did we do anything new or novel? No.

Well, almost not.

There are certain places which I would never ever go, save when the generosity of my heart prevails over self-interest, and I wind up accompanying my friends there as a show of support. The Eye is one such place. Kenko Fish Spa is another.

Honestly, I hate touching fish. I wouldn't handle guppies with my bare hands, if I could help it. So why in the world would I willingly subject myself to frenzied fish feeding on my feet? I must be masochistic. And no, it really doesn't help that I'm rather sensitive (ie., extremely ticklish).

After several traumatic attempts at getting my feet wet (involving bouts of nervous giggling and grinning through gritted teeth), I finally managed to leave my feet in there for the fish to kiss (and boy, were they kissing all over my feet) by distracting myself with some other fun activity - camwhoring! I think it must have taken me fifteen minutes or so to get used to all the pecking enough to ignore it. And about another five minutes more for the fish to uncover a piece of loose skin and attack it. Voraciously. It was about then I decided I had had enough for the day.

Make that for a lifetime.

The tranquil atmosphere belies the hunger that lies beneath

Gentle massage that will help relieve stress and tension? Really? You mean my tightly curled up toes and those hands pressed into the floorboards were actually a sign of me relaxing?

Comfort, for me, would involve me eating fish rather than them eating me, thank you very much.

Which is why it's a good thing that Pavilion has a got a rather nice food court in the incarnation of Food Republic. Here's something I understand, and one sure fire way to provide me with warmth and comfort.

I want citizenship!

Anyway, one man's fish is another man's torture, and thankfully for Kenko, people seem to enjoy the fish spa thing, bar the occasional nervous gigglers (like me), and one squeeler (thankfully, not me). Oh and spotted! Fly Guy with wife and a rather cute male friend dipping their feet in.

In the meantime, parents with chaotic children and terrible teens, who need stronger therapy than that found in either a food court or a fish spa, well they might want to head over to Times. Seems that this bookstore will be happy to relieve you of your screaming kids and give you some books in return so that you can finally go chill out at the bistro in peace and quiet.

New books for used kids

Now that's what I call stress relief!

Apparently I'm An Impatient Gourmet

You'd have to wonder if he is friend or foe when he feeds you such sinfully delish cupcakes from... well, D'lish. I suppose excess baggage loves company, and spreading the fats is somewhat easier when you can lay your hands on 'em at half price.

But yeah, these were really, really yummy. The Banana Peanut Butter works for me, since most anything peanut butter works for me. Double choc, in the meanwhile, is double the pleasure, especially if you zap it in the microwave (per Josh's instructions) for 30-seconds-no-more, so that the choc topping becomes all molten. This definitely ranks with the best.

And darling Ms Read, true to her cater-to-the-larger-sizes nature, must have pretty big cups cos these cupcakes were huge! I had one for tea and that kept me full till way past dinner time (or maybe it was cos I washed down all that chocolate with about three glasses of milk). In the end, I couldn't even eat the second one as a late-night snack the way I intended, keeping it in the fridge to be had for breakfast.



Thus, on doth the waistline expandeth.

In any case, no diet plan will be workable till after CNY (like, assuming there will be a diet plan), so why not eat?

Besides, I'm ready this time round, with erm... less-tight-fitting clothes for the new year.

Pavement Cracks

It's wierd.

I was expecting the work pressure to take a sharp rise this week, and it definitely did. Thing is, I kinda welcome it as a chance to push my productivity up. And so it was I spent the day being busy, busy, busy - barely could keep myself on top of things what with the sudden craziness going on, but soldier on, I did.

So why was it when I knocked off and sat down for dinner, I found myself without an ounce of appetite? In case you don't know, not having an appetite is a sure sign of something wrong with me.

Yeah, I'm a little stressed. But stressed out? I didn't think I've reached that point yet, surely.

Maybe I'm just tired.

Maybe with the rut that was my previous job I was in, I had forgotten what it was like to actually care about getting the job done well.

Oh well, breath. And wipe that furrow off my brow. It's nothing I can't handle.

But for once, in a long, long time, I find myself thinking just how nice it would be to have someone to hold tonight.

The city streets are wet again with rain
But I'm walking just the same

Annie Lennox

Dive Right In

She's back and a new album's on its way as well. Looking forward to hearing it.

Meanwhile, here's the new single (click on the pic). The vid reminds me of the eighties movie, Cocoon (seems that heartwarming sci-fi/alien films were in vogue then... remember Batteries Not Included?)

Look at us form our cliques in the sandbox
Look at us being cruel kids with both our hearts blocked
Alanis Morissette : Underneath

Sharing The Spoils

I wouldn't steal, either.

OMG... TITTIES!

Spot the titties!

And I'm not talking about the two mounds of ice-cream sitting on the plate.

Had a nice weekend lunch-do-thingy. With some real girls, which made for a pleasant change (of sorts). Granted, at least one of them was gay, but let's not be prejudiced, shall we?

So there we were, congregating in Snowie's kandang. The Cow made pasta, The Nut brought salad, and The Pig whipped up a batch (or was it two) of delightful molten chocolate cakes - well, they weren't exactly molten, but the were certainly delightful! Will and the BF brought the ice-cream to go with the cake, and me? Well, of course I supplied the wit and charm.

But just in case, I brought chippies too, in case wit and charm did not go down so well.

Camwhoring dessert

Nut also had the presence of mind to bring along the Boggle set she had got for Christmas. Yes, a real Boggle set, one where we have to shake rattly cubes in a box, flip over an hourglass, and actually write with pens on paper. Like, as opposed to the online Bogglific, which had brought us all together in the first place.

I suppose one could call it "analog" Boggle.

By the end of the afternoon, when Will finally allowed me to unwrap my Christmas present (from last year, I must stress), we actually ended with TWO sets of Boggle. Guess Will took my Bogglific ratings a little too seriously. That, and perhaps he thought I'd appreciate the old skoolness of it, what with the fact that I own one of the final generations of the very-soon-to-be-obsolete CRT TV's

I suppose he's right on that count. Haha.

Breaking in the Boggles

Well, that was certainly a nice, relaxing start to the year. Here's to good food, good friends and good, clean fun!

(Though some good, dirty fun would be welcome too)

The Clock Struck Twelve

And just like that, it was time.

Time to ring out the old and bring in the new.
Time to start writing dates that end with a different digit.
Time to say goodbye to another year gone by (and such a good one it was).

Time to welcome a new day...
a new dawn...
and the rest of your same old life.

How did one second change so much?

Happy 2008. May each step leave you feeling better than the last.

But as for now, right now... it's time to watch the fireworks bursting across the valley.