below is a pic of tokyo banana. to be honest, its one of the ugliest snack i've ever seen. it seriously bears a 101% resemblance to a piece of poop. but oh my tian... it's sooo soft! and the wonderful banana mousse like filling inside is oiishi neh!

:: therefore being ::

ps, those who know the answer, kindly keep it to yourself and do not reveal it on my tagboard. otherwise...

1) why is bruce lee always thirsty?

2) which dialect group does froggies belong to?

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2 Corinthians 12:9 (The Message)

my grace is enough, its all you need. my strength comes into its own in your weakness. once i heard that, i was glad to let it happen. i quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. it was a case of Christ's strength moving in on my weakness. now i take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size - abuse, accidents, oppositions, bad breaks, i just let Christ take over! and so the weaker i get, the stronger i become.

:: i need to learn ::

im not sure whether it was a premenstrual syndrome high or that my tolerance level has reached its ultimate end. maybe its a mix of both. whatever the case was, last week ended pretty badly and the former definitely has got something to do with it.

i need to address a particular issue. working under my boss is hazardous to my mental health. im really tempted to pour all sorts of words thats worthy of cankering my mouth/fingers but no, i shall refrain from that. afterall, i do not want to stoop to his level of communication skills.

but i must say, working under a person who's constantly giving you a consistant amount of emotional blackmail, emotional roller coaster ride, emotional pain is horrible enough. enough for me to give him a piece of mind even, which i did once. im not proud of the fact that i chided him but i honestly think he deserves more.

anyway, back to last week, i smsed him and called him a few times to enquire on certain display questions only to be replied with ums/ahs (i think the lizards on my wall can do better)and my calls ended being slammed(again) which im pretty much immuned since this started ever since day 1 but like i said, either it was a premenstrual syndrome high or i've reached the peak of my tolerance level. i crumbled and teared in a display window.

wha. enough of slamming on me and giving me all this emotional rides. im even being told not to speak to him on mondays because of monday blues!!! simi lai eh?!

i think he simply has BPD (borderline personality disorder)

:: resigned ^^ ::

mee mee mee...

i suddenly have cravings for mee...

hokkien mee, kl hokkien mee, lor mee, pasta which is ang moh mee and mar mee...

:: mee? ::

pet peeves.

mainly issues surrounding the toilets.

unflushed/half flushed/three quarter flushed toilets. (need i say more?)
clogged toilets. (again, need i say more?)
toilet seats, ahem, with "holy water" sprinkled all over (both sexes applies)
people gathering in the toilets (maybe the toilet smells nice to them)
people gathering in front of the escalator.

people who...

eh, i better check myself first...

:: jon cooks a mean bowl of green curry ::

random chronicles of my sad life.

i am facing a crisis.

mind you, this is the 75849302875th time this has happened to me - i have absolutely no inkling what i should have for lunch. thus i walked around town area aimlessly while thinking. and i pondered and hmmm haww for 30 mins. poor tummy. i guess thats how i managed to lose some pounds cos when im in doubt, i forgo lunch. hmmm...

and after lunch (ayam pengyat at lucky plaza) i went to junction 8 for my next stop. i wandered my way through the building and almost dozed off while riding the elevator. gosh i guess i AM tired. then i thought, since my calves are screaming for some squeez (and since mr osim at home is not helping at all) i went for first my foot reflexology massage of 2008.

not bad, since the promotion cost $28 for a 40 min massage. remember how tired i was? i guess the massage therapist knew and he was trying his best to wake me up with many small talks. and i mean many small talks. every few mins when im about to doze off under the relaxing kneading, he'll tell me whats wrong with me. you do the math for 40 mins.

i felt sorry for him cos all his many small talks are replied with a half eye opened look and a nod that leads to a dropped chin. i guess he finally gave up cos he stopped talking. so sad. thats how i feel when my dad replies me with a nod after my thousand word explanation (i shall explain that in another post).

well thats the end of my fateful tiring day. O, and 3 things to add on.

my lovely gamine friend yen went to dye her brows. she smsed me about how excited she was and the last msg before she went in was "God bless my brows". i thought that was hilarious.

april fool's day was pretty fun. i cunningly selected my target and smsed him all sorts of crap. the replies were hilarious. my lucky target - jon lee.

and i want to thank God for His providence. i've just secured a new job with lower pay, bad timing, and a much lesser known company but i know that deep down, I placed Him first in my choices thus i shouldnt fear. fret not! looking forward to the new company ^^ and again, yes, Thank You Lord for everything in my life ^^

:: green curry ::