Sunday, September 30, 2007

scary, subconscious food habits!

Do you know that...

- we'll eat more M&Ms when they come in 7 different colours than if there's only 1 colour?
- flowers on the table make us eat more?
- we will pour more into a short fat glass than a tall thin one?
- using big spoons and plates will make us serve more portions to ourselves?
- we ingest more calories eating Subway than Macs, because we think Subway is so healthy that we think it's okay to eat snacks after?

OK. The next time I order a Subway meal I am NOT going to buy extra white choc macadamia cookies.

(findings from Cornell's food lab)

Saturday, September 29, 2007

and the days feels like years when i'm alone

The old man clip is really sad.

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side

When you walk away
I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it okay

I miss you

I've never felt this way before
Everything that I do reminds me of you
And the clothes you left they lie on the floor
And they smell just like you
I love the things that you do

When you walk away
I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it ok

I miss you

We were made for each other
Out here forever
I know we were

And all I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I do I give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear will always get me through the day
And make it ok

I miss you.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

over my head

I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth

But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears

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B-A-N-G-K-O-K
was great. Great food great company great shopping!

(I'm writing this in class btw. Morning class. Midweek. Zzz.)

It's been all massage massage shop eat shop massage eat spot tranny shop sleep this past weekend. Had a much-needed 4D3N getaway in the middle of school. Of course I shopped a hell of a lot, but I think the total I spent on shopping didn't even come up to $150. It is that cheap!

Ate pad thai twice in a day... Doubt I will be eating it anytime soon with paying 40 Baht for a plate still fresh on my memory.

Revolving restaurant tonight. Wheeeeeee.

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Feelin' a bit sad tho. Wonder why.

Monday, September 10, 2007

jobsjobsjobs

B-a-h. Filling up online application forms is really, really tiring. So far I've only completed two, inclusive of the online assessments. Have many, many, many more to go. Sometimes I even can't keep track of the positions that I am applying for. They have so many different names for the same thing! Have resorted to drawing a table with the list of companies on one side and the job title on the other side, so that I won't commit the fatal faux pas of stating a competitor's job title!

As for all the mini essays I have to write, I should probably have drafted a generic response to the question of "why our company?" but no, no, no. I am stupid enough to want to personalize each response, which means teeth-grinding frustration with myself whenever writer's block pops around.

OK. Too many things to do. Should - not - blog.

LONDON
drips white on blood red
with two different scents
passion,
hope,
for the future

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

the bloody chamber and other stories

The Bloody Chamber



Held rapt by the tale 'The Bloody Chamber' written by Angela Carter. Her power with words is amazing. So powerful they're almost vulgar. Before long I found myself flipping page after page until I'm almost at the end of the story - page 42. Carter invoked mixed emotions in me - curiosity, shock, guilt. Guilt, because it felt almost wrong to read the words she's written. It felt as if you're delving into someone's mind, reading her innermost thoughts. Thoughts so embarrassing that you embarrass yourself with knowing them. Voyeuristic... That's a good word to describe how it felt reading the story.



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Spicy



Can't ever resist the aroma of spicy Korean instant noodles. It's like having a Hong Kong cafe noodles for a fraction of the price, at the comfort of your own home, catered to your preferred taste. Ever since I started eating the spicy noodles, I can never go back to eating the comparatively bland-flavored ones (ie. the ones with no MSG). I know, I know, I know. They are bad for me. But as Zhi would testify, nothing beats instant noodles when you've got the craving. Gotta cook the noodles just so such that they retain their springy-ness. Each slurp, mixed with the soup, is heaven.



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Work-life balance



Who says Investment Banking doesn't offer you work-life balance? It's purely a matter of perspective. The balance will be as such: work 100%, life 0%. Heh. So many mixed reviews about that career path. Some think it's THE career to snatch, some think it's punishment from the devil. Hardly anyone is neutral about it. OK, scratch that, I'm neutral. Can't decide whether I should apply for it. I don't want to worship IB along with the crowd. It feels kinda weird, I guess because I always want to be different. Unique. Yes, me and my best buddy Megalomania. Just want to rebel and try something else. Maybe I could grow a garden, sell sweet potatoes and onions?

Breed dolphins?


Go into specialized trading selling exotic poppies?

Perform the incredible feat of building a castle with turrets out of banana peels, thus gaining copious media coverage and turning into a mini celebrity?


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SMS Flirtation Etiquette

I never knew how quickly you have to respond to an SMS sent by someone whom you thought you could like. Do you reply him immediately? That will seem too eager. Do you wait? If so, how long is the appropriate waiting time? It can't be too long that he starts to think you're not interested in him. Yet it has to be long enough to make him think you're not that interested, making him all the more eager and interested.

What if you waited 15 minutes, replied, and then he took 5 hours to reply? What does that mean? That he was otherwise occupied and couldn't steal a moment to reply? That he was too nervous and couldn't compose the perfect reply? That he's simply not that into you?

After he took so long to reply, do you then reply again within 15 minutes, or do you similarly wait 5 hours to reply to seem just as aloof?

Normally if I wait I'd end up forgetting to reply, and then that could be disastrous for any potential love interests. So I either reply straight away or if I'm occupied at that moment, I'd reply the moment I remember that there's a text to reply to. But then because of the speed with which I reply I usually don't have time to compose nice flirtatious messages, and with SMS that can end up sounding curt and disinterested.

Oh how, oh how, oh how. What headache!

Saturday, September 01, 2007

Selfish Jean / Travis

Cheers, thanks for everything
You hung me out by my heart
You're just so selfish Jean
Yes you are

Hey you threw it all away
By holding everything in
Hey Jean don't rock the boat
When you can't swim

With a perfect understanding of the finer things in life
A quite alarming knack of knowing when to twist the knife
Oh
Selfish Jean

Here's to you who read everything
Left it out on the shelf
There's no one else to blame
Except yourself

Well a perfect combination of good etiquette and charm
You keep the chocolate biscuits wired to a car alarm
Oh
Selfish Jean

Well i'm standing on my own
And this house is not a home
It's so sad to see you go
Things are high, things are low
And it's good to know you know
If you've got nowhere to go
Well you could spend the night with me
There will be no guarantee that I'll be here
In the morning

Or any time that you call
I hear you snoring Jean through the wall

So hey, here's to everything
To peace and love in our time
Ah Jean the slate is clean
I guess we're fine

Well I don't expect a miracle
Not asking you to change
If you can't see me happy
Well just look the other way
Oh
Selfish Jean

Ah
Selfish Jean