Rain or shine

Such a beautiful view of rain + grey skies + red/golden/orange/green leaves.
PS: i'm addicted to MJ
Leong fun + soy milk = yummmmmmmmm

Is it bad?

To rub salt on your wound?

I have a tendency to pick my lips.  Especially when I am nervous/restless/worried.  Pretty much when I am in distress.

So I did that just two days ago.  I picked and picked, I managed to pull some skin off, then I bit on the wound.

Then I went to the kitchen to grab some salt.

I rubbed salt on the wounds.  It felt really good.  Then my lips turned to this:

This morning as I put on my face paint (aka makeup) I applied multiple layers of lipstick to cover up the juicy wounds.  Yes they were juicy because they were very irritated.

Now I am sitting here, typing away, drinking hot coffee.  And I let my coffee burn my wounds.

What is wrong with me????

Catching Fire 11/22

Clinics clinics

Going through old reports in a patient's chart.
My staff's note reads:
Physical exam: thin, euthyroid, Not paralyzed.

Completely made everyone's day :D

Best Positioning Statement per Mr.

 

For 15 years, Summit Coffee has been a fixture in Davidson, NC, a college town. With just two locations, it is no Starbucks, but there is still much you can learn from the three entrepreneurs who own it.

I found out about Summit thanks to an eloquent post by Eric LaForest, Associate Director of the Norton Family Center for the Common Good at Loomis Chafee school. Thinking back to his time in Davidson, Eric reflected on what set Summit apart from, well, everyplace else:

There was always a sense of the global and the local at Summit. It was a familiar place that made you feel at home, yet challenged you to pursue the unfamiliar. It valued the science of its small-scale farmers’ coffee growing as much as the art on its walls and shelves. It devoted considerable resources to countless charitable movements."

Wow. We are talking about a small storefront in a small town, right? 

Wrong. We are talking about vision, and heart. You don't have to run a huge company to have it. You don't have to be famous, or rich, or even old enough to drive. You simply have to use your imagination, and then act upon it.

But what I really want to share with you is a blog post Brian Helfrich wrote last year; he, Tom and Tim Helfrich ownSummit Coffee. Although Brian may not have intended it this way, his words represent one of the best "positioning" statements I've ever read.

Whether you are thinking about positioning your company or your career, you can learn a lot from Brian... especially the way he writes from his heart:

"What We Did Win"

"So we didn’t win $250,000. An email this morning confirmed that LivingSocial and Chase Bank did not identify us, Summit Coffee, as one of 12 recipients of a terrific small business grant. But during the application process, which came together oh-so-fast, we had the opportunity to think about what we are. Thanks to many of you, we were a finalist for the grant. And because of that, we sat back, took a breath, drank decaf (just kidding, of course) and looked at what we are.

"We are a coffee shop. We are a bar. A music venue. A meeting place. A day care. An office. A classroom. A bathroom. A water break.

"We are Davidson. We are Main St. We’re old and rustic. Modern and creative.

"We’re nights on a patio. Runs before sunrise. Wine in the front corner. Conversations at the counter.

"We are good morning, good afternoon and good night.

"We are The Freckled Dog Pub. The Twilight Racing Series. The Box Turtle Mocha. The Glacier Gulp.

"We are the bells on the front door. A back door that sometimes doesn’t exist. An ice machine on a part-time shift. We are a not-so-straight staircase. We are a chalkboard menu. T-shirts on clothespins. Cookies in tin buckets.

"We are Tim and Beth. Becky and Dave. Brit and Jon and Brian. Alex and Jesse. Chris and Jim and Michael.

"We are a neighbor. An escape. A welcoming. A friend. A thank God it’s Friday at 5:00. A large coffee no room for cream. Right?

"We are home.

"We are Summit. We are lucky."

Quenching My Thirst and Relaxing

Hey y'all!  I just got done running jogging.  Now I am feeling energetic!

What does one do when they are done working out to quench their thirst, and cooling down?

I start smoking my sugar cane and sipping a glass of Prosecco.

I am a sinner.  Hey at least I worked out, that's healthy, right?

By the way, study shows that eating pasta or any refined grain leads to depression in women.

So, does that mean that most Asian women are depressed? (think rice, duh)

Wednesday 30Oct2013

I wonder and wonder, I have wondered for the past so many years.

People say, "the truth will set you free".

Do you truly believe that?  Are you really going to be free or will the truth lead you to wonder more?

Tell me truthfully, how does a fox communicate to a friendly horse?

Wait

You Snooze, You Lose

I have a secret relationship with my snooze button. Practically hit it on average 3 times before i get myself out of bed every morning. In all honestly, it was strategically set to go off every 10 minutes so i can drag myself up 30 mins prior to my scheduled clinic times.
Does this make me a snooze addict?

Some love the exhilaration and euphoria of falling asleep again.
Some think the extra 15 mins of sleep may seem like a saving grace.
I think the extra time laying in bed is luxury.

Some research nerds claims that:
- Snoozers lost our on valuable sleep that brain needs in order to consolidate memory and restore itself for tasks like concentration. ( This.... i have to agree )
- After hitting the button and drifting off to sleep, we enter into the sleep cycle. It's really horrible to be woken up when we are half way in the cycle ( eg: deep sleep / cutting REM short ). Perhaps this explains why at times i wake up feeling groggy -- my alarm is going off at the wrong part of the sleep cycle.

Hence, tomorrow shall be the day i disregard the snooze button! ( Incidentally, i said that 2 months ago... )

The Onion

I get a kick out of reading The Onion some days. It's utterly silly information but enjoyable at the same time.

8.4 Million New Yorkers Suddenly Realize New York City A Horrible Place To Live

'We're Getting The Hell Out Of This Sewer,' Entire Populace Reports

For the ladies: 

Channing Tatum to produce a reality show about burlesque dancers

This made it to Breaking News section:

BREAKING: Drunk Teen Going 100 MPH Down Slick Highway Is Invincible

Umbrella and raincoats for the next two days!

A Healthier Choice

Sugar cane is good for you right?

I am trying to eat healthy.  I have been trying to eat healthy for a month + now.  It has been working pretty well for me.  Less upset stomach, less bloatiness, less constipation, more poopies.  Eating healthy has been pretty difficult for me.  Being an avid Mc'Ds eater, I have stopped going to the holy land during the weekends for my usual Sausage McGriddle or Sausage McMuffin.

Sugar cane is good for you right?

I haven't had fried chicken for a while now.  The last time I had it was probably on my birthday, that was heavenly.

Sugar cane is good for you right?

I haven't had a Oscar Meyer wiener for about a month now. (But I cheated last Sunday by eating my bro's leftover cheddar jalapeno smoked sausage, which clogged my heart for freakin' half a day)

Sugar cane is good for you right?

One thing I can't cut down is the amount of drinks I have.  I can't go without a glass of wine or beer a day.  However, a glass of wine a day isn't bad for you.  Doctors say that a glass of red wine a day is actually good for your heart.

Sugar cane is good for you right?

So, since I am trying to be healthy, I switched out my usual tobacco to the good old sugar cane.

Sugar cane is good for you right?

Vino O' Vino

Well, I am no wine expert but I have to say, I sure love to drink wine.  If I don't try to limit myself, I would go through a bottle a day (if it is red; 1.5 if it's a white but who the hell drinks white wine anyway? kidding!)

So I joined this wine club where they would send me 12 bottles of wine once every 3 months - which doesn't make sense to me, since 12 bottles would only last me for 2 weeks.

I have to say, they do send some good ol' red wines.  The whites are not my favorite, but I gotta mix in a few whites just to make me look less of a racist.

Anywaaaaaaay, just wanted to say, if you are interested in wines, I highly recommend this wine club.

PS: Sorry, I have no idea what to write about today, was thinking to write about my menstrual cycle but really, who would be interested in hearing that.  Any suggestions what I should bitch about in here?

Song of the Day!

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high there's a land I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me 

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow 

why oh why can't I?

A chip

Remember what the jeweller said, “Nothing in the natural world is flawless.” Everything in nature has an imperfection, a flaw.

Audrey Hepburn

Every time I pick up my hookah, I tell myself this:

I most likely look as good as this picture of Audrey Hepburn right now.  Yeah, I look good.  

Oh it is legal

Dad, "Oh yeah it is absolutely legal to drink while driving in this country."

The kids, "Really?? That's awesome!" (grabbing 6 packs of Heineken and Guinness)

While out in the town...

One of the kids, "Guys, I am thirsty as F.  Let's pop open our drinks."

"Cheers!"

45 minutes later, back at home...

The kids, "Dad, look at our pictures."

Dad, "You guys, I was kidding about drinking while driving.  It is illegal"

The kids, "Oh F-ing A, we are officially cool now."

Nahhh we were just posing..... 

Adventure in Chi-Land with asians

Fun times~!
After this trip, we realized:
1. We kept repeating the same old patterns: going to the same Asian restaurants ( Joy Yee for bubble tea, Sun Hwa for Peking Duck, Chinatown for dimsum and pastries ).
2. We should really read instructions well. We are suppose to take our bikes within 5 minutes of paying at the station, of course, we just 'lepak' around and had to swipe our credit cards again twice.
3. Cycling in Windy City , when it's 8 degrees Celsius is really an act of foolish people. But we absolutely loved it!!! :D
4. Wasted 8 minutes of my lifetime listing to "What did the fox say" song/ MTV.
5. Thomas really like girls to sing to him. His playlist in his phone consists of Taylor Swift, Michelle Branch, Kelly Clarkson and other 46,  XX.
6. Von brings his emo-ness and channels it everywhere.
7. "Closer!" has a new meaning.
8. You can create a box around your legs and carry beer in it.
9. Robin and Superman loves Peking Duck.
10. Wheels only segways are for the cool folks.
11. We are never too full for dimsum ~ yum... intestines. Yuck to liver.
12. We are too old to stay up past our bedtime. Suffering comes the next morning.
13. The sky has a psychedelic effect on Le Min. She starred at it so long and didn't realized we left her at the bench.
14. Never too old to have fun and be completely silly :)

Fall

I put up my fall wreath today, starting my fall celebration.  It's my favorite time of the year.  What's your favorite season?

Good art is meant to be shared

Dan and I went to an art appreciation social at his professor's house yesterday.  After a few glasses of wine and munchies of fine cheeses, we decided to purchase this piece of art.  It is oil on canvas, has been stretch and we are thinking about framing it and place it in our bathroom.

Dan, "I really like the brush strokes in her hair, they are so precise"
Me, "I like her ass"

I am classy as hell.  Tell me I am wrong.

Till We Meet Again

Good friends are hard to find, like I always say.  I am not a person with many close friends.  Therefore I keep those that are close to me very dear to my heart.

My dear friend left for a city far far away on Saturday morning.  I have been rather sad since.  It is like a big chunk of me is gone.  We hanged out a lot.  Most of the time right after work.  It's always something that I look forward to at the end of my work day.  We always talk about our days, our views in relationships, life in general, etc.  In some way, she reminds me a lot of myself.  :)  We get surprised by how similar we are to each other at times!

To my dear friend, all the best to you and I love you bunch!!  Till we meet again.

PS: I can say all these shit because she doesn't read this blog anyway. hehehehehehehe

How do you want people to see you?

Do you use Facebook?

I do.  I log into my Facebook a few times a day.  I don't usually post anything up, not that many status updates.  I stalk people generally.  I log in everyday to see what's new in their life, what they ate for dinner, where they went to for their anniversary, is their kid potty trained, how they think their kids are very cute, how often they train for their marathon, how much they have run for the day, how much alcohol they have consumed, how many places they have traveled, how happy they are with their life, how beautiful their wedding was, how great it is to be alive.... etc.

To me, Facebook is a place where you want to showcase your life, the way you want people to see it.

I can pretend to be artsy and post all the famous paintings that I pretend to admire, I can pretend to have traveled the world a lot but posting up pictures of Vienna, Italy, Germany, Japan, Korea, etc.  I take a picture of my food every time before I eat, to pretend that I am a foodie, I take picture of my alcohol each time before I consume it (ahem... I am one of these), I can do a lot of stuff to make you think that, hey this person has in depth knowledge of arts, he/she appreciates arts in its true form, this person has such good life, he/she travels so often, wow, it is nice to have so much money to eat out every other day at a fancy restaurant, wow this person sure has such high tolerance for alcohol, he/she drinks all the time, must be some sort of "Ah Lian/Ah Beng".

I can do anything to trick you to think that I am this person that I am actually not.

Does it make sense?

I log in to my Facebook everyday and I rarely see anyone post about how they hate their life, how they hate their job.  People always want you think to that they are perfect.  They lead a good life.

And you know what?  We are not perfect.  Life is as good as we want it to be.  Be true to yourself and don't pretend that you are somebody you are not.

Here you go, my Friday post.  Just thought of this as I browsed my Facebook today sitting on a toilet.

By the way, same thing goes to a blog.  You read what I write.  I can pretend to be happy or sad.  You have no idea what's going on in my mind.  You have no idea what I am wearing.

I am actually naked right now.

It is chilly.

Happy Friday!

Clinic with kids

Hung out with the kids in the afternoon clinic.
A boy, age 10 with cystic fibrosis, diabetes, enlarged liver with scarred liver and enlarged spleen jumped with joy and gave a big hurrah when he found our we don't need to any blood draws today. :)
"What grade are you in?"
"4th grade "
" Do you like it? "
" 4th grade is soooooo tough! But i like it. "
" Why do you like it? "
" I like it cos it's tough. "

-- Ah kids, definitely can learn a thing or two from these little bundle of joys --:)

You should date a girl who doesn't read.

You should date an illiterate girl.

Date a girl who doesn't read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in a film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

Let the anxious contract you've unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale or the evenings too long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn't fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.

Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn't, smile all the same.

Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn't read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.

Do those things, god damnit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent of a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, goddamnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.

Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.

Date a girl who doesn't read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so goddamned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life of which I spoke at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being told. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. Or, perhaps, stay and save my life.

Charles Warnke
( I read another version which ends with : I hate you...oh i hate you )

Fifty Shades of

Disclaimer:  Dan D., please do not read this post.  If you want to continue, please don't blame me for not warning you... hehe

Jamie Dornan!!

(Yes, go ahead, I know what you are staring at, you dirty dirty reader!)

That's right.  Jamie has been cast as Christian Grey for the up and coming Fifty Shades of Grey!

Isn't this guy yummy?  I first saw him when he played Count Axel Fersen in Maria Antoinette, yes he had an affair with Marie Antoinette.  He was extremely good looking in that movie and I was thinking to myself, who is this man??  (Surprisingly, I did not google him at that time, most likely I wasn't that much of a horn dog at that moment.)

Ever since Charlie Hunnam quit this role (thank goodness), I was thinking who's the right person to replace him?  Is it going to be Ian Somerhalder?

Or maybe Matt Bomer?

Or is it going to be that saggy old balls that VickieVic suggested?

But no, it is Mr. Dornam!!  Wait, you don't remember how he looks like?  Here you go!

So yea, my Thursday has been pretty damn good.  I guess I need to go back and read those "bookmarked pages" in my Fifty Shades of Grey......... hehehe

Tell me, are you as happy as I am???

Oh just saw this on the new - Did you know that you can now find out who has died in your house?  I think local news channel is running out of things to talk about.

Happy Hump Day!

Yay!  It is Wednesday!!!  The week is almost over!!!!  Wait, something sad is going to happen end of this week, which I will tell you more next time.  And no, I do not have cancer, yet.

Today I ate a cookie.  *GASP*  Yes, big deal, a cookie right?  The last time I had a cookie was probably a month ago.  No wait, I actually did have some dim sum pastries just last weekend, which I am not very proud of.  But hey, first cookie of the month.  I felt extremely ashamed of myself.  I have been trying to eat healthy and cutting out all the sweets from my diet and because of some peer pressure, I picked up this cookie reluctantly but I have to say boy it was good.  Hey wait, I had ice cream too last weekend.  Damn it!

Anyway, I ran again today.  Woohoo.  A whole 22 minutes of it.  Are you proud of me or what??  I feel pretty good about it.  Now I am celebrating it by smoking a hookah in front of my laptop.  It's calorie free and in fact it makes me stop craving for food.

Come on now, don't start judging me.  I know smoking is bad for me, but I deserve it!

It was an eventful day today.  Not something that I would write here about.  Let's put it this way, I think I can do a great job for whatever that is coming my way!

Walls and a roof.

Absolutely in love with this house!

Yes Ma'am!

Quotes from You've Got Mail.

Joe Fox: The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino.

Kathleen Kelly: What will NY152 say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.

Kathleen Kelly: [in an email to Joe Fox] The odd thing about this form of communication is that you're more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.

Oh i'm a word addict. 

PS: i heart this picture :)

PSS: Overheard, my colleague turned to me after a phone call from her husband:" Men, they don't know what to do with themselves when they're not working!. " :D

Interesting reads from here and there:

Motorboating ( a new term i learnt...a useless term... i learnt.. wasted a brain cell. Darn. )

Steven Hawking's big idea made simple.

Bourgeois.

Love, 

Nerd.

Reality Bites

Apparently I wrote the following post two weeks ago and didn't hit the "Publish" button.  Here you go!

I turned on the TV this morning and they said "Good Things Happen to Good People".

I wanted to laugh so hard!

A friend once told me, "My mum suffered from cancer.  One day she cried and she asked this question: I didn't do anything bad in my life, in fact I helped people whenever they need.  Why did God choose me to the one to bear with this disease."

You may say, God chose her because he knows she can handle it and there must be a reason behind.

God chose her because God wants to probably make her family suffer through it.

Okay, I sort of lost of train of thoughts here.  Either way, life is cruel but hey, you will live through it no matter what!

Do you run?

Let me be honest here.  I hate working out.  Think about trying to get a cat in the shower, yes that's how much I detest it.

I don't know what the hype is, when I log into my facebook lately, all I read about is "I ran for 5 miles today", "I am training for my marathon", "I ran away from my husband"... So yesterday I forced myself to get on the treadmill yesterday and ran for 15 minutes (Wooooooooo.....).  Hey, at least it's better than sitting on the chair sipping vodka.  

The 15 minutes run was good for me since I sort of have frequent constipation (thus the enema, go figure!), the run jiggled my over-packed colon and I managed to release those little brownies in the pool.

This has been the second exercise I have done in the past 2 months.  The last time I "worked out", I did 5 jumping jacks and managed to burn a grand total of 8 800 calories.

Do you work out?  How often do you do it?  Do you do it every night with a box of tissues next to you?  Do you do it with a bottle of lotion in your other hand?  Oops, sorry got a little side tracked there.  Anyway, how often do you really do it??

This is a Honey Badger

Cat Milk Cheese

So I was bored out of my mind today and decided to browse our blog for a fascinating read of my epic post - the neighbor's chihuahua makes the best cat milk cheese.

I can't find it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Is there a reason why I removed that damn blog from this site????  It's the most interesting post I ever written, if I may say so myself.  (not that I am proud of it)

To my dear friend

Today I am home-bound, not feeling well.  I think I am physically falling apart, piece by piece.  So I decided yesterday as I swallowed my second dose of DayQuil, I told myself, I am going to get healthy.  I am going to eat healthy and I am going to love my body - that means doing one thing that I hate the most - working out.

I was kind of bummed for not heading to the office again.

As I was going through my mail from yesterday, I came across to this:

My dear friend, sent me a postcard with a very sweet note, which I am not sharing with you, absolutely brightened my day.

VickieVic, you have no idea how grateful I am to have met you. :)

Fri-day oh Fri-day

It's Friday! My patient started off her day with her shoes disintegrating thus she came into clinic in socks! :D
My colleagues kicked start Friday with a lock down due to a 'suspicious looking parcel that maybe a bomb'. 
Never a dull moment in life :D

Random reads:

Best custard buns in Singapore

Perseverance : Chef Nobu Matsushisa 
“But I learned love from family and a lot of patience. I never rush. In the morning, and the end of every day I thank that I’m alive.”

And this finally made it to the news : Krokodil . It's about time! I've learnt about this flesh eating addiction 2 years ago.

A Date to Remember

Today’s a beautiful day for a date.  Dan and I decided to head to Bloomington for brunch.  I just love college town.  It makes me feel young again.  Look at those young boys running around with their short shorts.  Ahh….

The Asian in me obviously whipped out my camera every chance I got, annoyed the heck out of the white man.

For some reason, this picture reminds me of Daniel…..

Lastly, my favorite duck confit!

I was kind of embarrassed taking pictures of my food before/while eating them. hehe

So how was your day? 

Colon Blow

Some knowledge to share:

Monday Economics

When wealth disappears.

"When the Last Tree Is Cut Down, the Last Fish Eaten, and the Last Stream Poisoned, You Will Realize That Money Cannot be Eaten" - Anon

A splash of colors

I used to be afraid of colors - was always the black and white, grey or brown kind of girl.  Then all of the sudden I woke up one day and things just changed!

Today I was web browsing and came across to this rug at Anthropologie.  It took two minutes and I was on my way checking out of my shopping cart.  I can’t wait to get it in the mail!

Do you like colors?  What is your favorite color(s)? 

Testing

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food i tried during my travels

"kopi luwak", from indonesia.

we went for coffee sampling during our bali trip: ginger coffee, vanilla coffee, chocolate coffee, and of course the world most expensive coffee - luwak coffee.

the verdict?  can't tell the difference.  wouldn't really spend that much on a cuppa "shitty drink".

would you like it try that someday if you get a chance?

Mad Men

After his birthday, our good ol pal Daniel started strutting to each dinner meals with us in suits. ( At that very moment, i think "weapon of choice" is playing in his head )

We stopped and stared. 

We are fascinated to know:

1. When the switch for 'suit' in his parietal lobe turned on. 
Likely after birthday, but perhaps he has the thought swimming in his lobes when summertime is getting chillier.

2. Who turned on the switch? 
Megan Fox, Olivia Munn...

3. What is the purpose of turning on the switch? 
Perhaps he is an office guy and there is competition (for?) and his creativity for being sartorial matured. 

4. How did the switch turn on? 
A really bitter beer? The flu shot?

5. Why did the person or 'the purpose' turn on the switch at the particular time.

Regardless, suits are timeless, ever adaptable, sometimes maligned. 
They do say: Learn to suit up properly and everything else follows.
Most importantly, Daniel, you look badass in the suits! 
(Please wear dark-coloured socks.)

Fascinating reads

On a lazy Sunday morning :)

Revocation of Independence by the Queen.

We shall be having lots of tea time at 4 pm.

It'll be too funny to see a brits talking to the country folks.

Pentatonix : Royal

Injected the bounce to my steps this morning!

Benjamin Franklin spent his mornings butt naked. 

Travelling is a gem, especially solo travelling. When we were conquering the east coast, we took 2 hours exploring the city by ourselves. I have to admit, maneuvering through a city without my human map is difficult. I made new friends, tasted good gelato and used my currency (smile) more often. 

One becomes more aware of his/her surrounding: The color blue on the wooden door that we walked past many times has so much depth when i stood still and admire it by myself; Looking for kind eyes to smile back at you to feel welcomed: striking up more conversations and noticing little details of people around me more. 

Absolutely agree with the writer that travelling slow with no agenda is the way to go! Asking the locals about where to eat, see, do, play, go is so much better than depending on the internet/travelling guides -- human to human connection is much more satisfying.

The best part is: by the end of our solo expedition, we can't wait to share the stories of our adventure to each other over dinner. 

wish i was back there

what i do during my free time

i love making fruit infused drinks.  i made two batches this time with strawberries and also the all time fall favorite – apples and cinnamons! Oh, and of course, vodka.

what do you do during your free time?  let me guess, it involves your hands and paper towel at the end.  shame on you! haha