Ever since my younger brother enlisted, and with my elder brother always coming home late (no earlier than 1130pm) everyday due to busy work schedule, I've been experiencing the "only child" treatment.

It's nice, but the entire house can get really quiet in the day, because my grandparents have gone back to their Holland Road bungalow for a few days. So most of the time, it's just Sparky and myself.

My parents have been "baby-ing" me a lot, and I really do feel very pampered. When my younger brother gets to book out next week, my parents would probably be too busy "baby-ing" him to "baby" me, but it's ok, for over the weekends, I have my baby to "baby" me. =)))

VROOOM!!! =D

Ok, excitement aside, I have to study for my Audit test now.

I miss my younger brother somewhat. The lack of his presence at the family hall just outside my room makes that whole area so lifeless.

I'm so anxious about tomorrow. Already feeling very cold and jittery now. Calm down, May Anne, calm down.

Bye bye little brother, see you in 2 weeks time, with a shaved head!

The first time I had Pneumothorax, I had my suspicions on what actually caused it, but I wasn't sure.

The second time it happened, I was quite convinced that my frequent activity of it played a part in causing the relapse.

A couple of nights ago, I couldn't sleep because there was a slight constricted feeling in my chest. Decided to get up and google the question I had in mind. Will ______ cause Pneumothorax?

More than 3 articles confirmed that what I've constantly been doing was a factor that led to the development of Pneumothorax. The great force of the pushing action was straining my lungs.

Although I have improved a lot since a year ago, it is still not enough to stop the development of Pneumothorax. And so, I have to completely stop that soon. How, I don't know and I don't care. I'll do whatever it takes and focus on getting better. Determination is the key. I will do it.

From afar, I heard my baby barking at a passerby, and as I approached my gate, that little guy started wagging his tail and was literally smiling at me. That sight alone was enough to warm my heart.

As I got closer, I was in fits of giggles, because the little guy looked ridiculously cute.


When you go to the doctor and get pills, they are usually placed in mini zip lock bags with your name tag on it. Apparently, my brother ripped off his tag and stuck it on Sparky's head.

I showed my grandmother, and this was what happened:

Grandma: Joey ah.
Brother: Har?
Grandma: I'm not calling you, there's another Joey here.
Brother: Orh.

HAHAHA.

Those flying black bugs are such pests! Once every 3 to 4 weeks, a new bug will miraculously evolve out of who-knows-where and starts terrorizing me.

The bugs fly around aimlessly and stupidly keep flying head on into the wall. It's quite hilarious to watch them wham their heads against the wall. I know, I'm mean. -shrugs-

So, this morning, one was flying around my room, and being the super light sleeper that I am, that little creature woke me up with its buzzing sound that it emitted when it was flying around and the light "piak" sound when it kept slamming itself against the wall.

I'm not too sure if I killed it or just knocked that poor creature out, because after swatting at it a few times with my little cushion, the bug went all quiet. It buzzed a little after a moment of silence, but that was it. Now, there's no buzzing, no "piak-ing".

There's a price to pay for causing me to wake up. But having to die for it? I hope it isn't dead, just concussed.

Oh yay, my very first Nuffnang advert is here! =)

Over a span of 14 days, I've had 10 purple smileys decorating my calendar, which is already a very big achievement for me.

Just as I thought I'm starting to have control over it, I relapsed, 3 days in a row. And it came back with a vengeance. Because of it, I'm sore all over, losing sleep once again, and feeling fatigue 24/7.

2004 till now. Go away, get lost, be gone.

The way I feel right about now.

OH MY GOODNESS! The hawker centre and wet market behind Presbyterian High School just got burned down! The entire market is gone! There was fire from ground to roof everywhere.

It started off with a small fire, but soon spread at full rage, engulfing the entire hawker and market, and that includes the tables and seats.

So now, there's no wet market and no hawker centre behind PHS. All that is left is black soot all over. I'm already missing the dessert stall.

After almost one and a half month of not touching the steering wheel, my driving deteriorated a little.

Every course was fine except for my S course. Only towards the end of the 2 hour lesson then did I get my senses of the wheels right.

It's a good thing that I can still manage the rest of the circuit courses and the road was a breeze. My next 5 revision lessons should be enough for me to bond with the vehicle properly once again. Car/senses/skill, I love you all, please don't forsake me.

The 4 of us are in need of a barf bag, not because the food was horrible, but the reverse. It was so good that we were eating a little too fast for our digestive systems to send "full" signals to our brains.

The scones and sandwiches came in a 3-tier holder, and boy, were they good! Especially the smoked salmon sandwich. I was practically loading up on them, with only a small taste of the other varieties.



The counter selections were basically desserts. Chocolate pralines, muffins, cakes, cheese quiche, pies, cookies, et cetera. The cheese quiche was oh-so-heavenly, and so was the lemon pie/tart.


Just one round of the 3-tier selection and the counter was enough to cause an immediate sugar rush. The most captivating item of the entire high tea was actually their 'sleeping teapot'. Look:


I'm not sure if it's spelt as 'slipping' or 'sleeping', but after much discussion with my boy, we concluded that it should be 'sleeping', because of the way it's "lying" down. Whether or not you decide to let the teapot "sleep" depends on your own taste bud. For people who prefer thin tea, they should "sit" the teapot upright, but for those who enjoy their tea to be thick, the 'sleeping teapot' should be the way it's being named, "sleeping".

I had the Apple Amaretto, and so did my brother's girlfriend. The guys had some lemon honey tea which I forgot the name to it. And regarding the fact that the girls and guys had similar teas respectively, it wasn't planned at all. Just purely coincidental.

Going out with my brother is one hell of a crappy but enjoyable outing. It was really nice for the 4 of us to go out on a lazy Sunday afternoon and enjoy life in this manner. I love my brother.

And to my boy, happy 8th month to us. I love you.

He said that there's one thing you can never replicate, and that's the kind of love we share. How true.

In early celebration of our 8th month being together, my boy brought me to Z'en at UE square for dinner today. The interior was really nice and cosy. And I must say that the food did not disappoint either.


The dish on the left was his, fried rice with crab sauce. Very tasty, and I loved the sauce a lot. It had the texture somewhat similar to shark's fin soup with crab sticks. The right dish was mine, swordfish with teriyaki sauce. Slightly too salty for my liking, and serving was tiny. If I wanted to, I could have wiped out the entire dish in 2 mouths. So, go figure the serving. But for someone like me, it was definitely more than enough. In fact, about half of it actually ended up in my boy's tummy. Not too bad, still quite a palatable dish.

After dinner, NJ4 again surprised me by driving us all the way from town to Sunset Way. Why? Just because I told him that Daily Scoop has a new Avocado flavour that I'm dying to try.

Single scoop of Avocado ice-cream

Tomorrow, we will be heading to Conrad Hotel for high-tea buffet with my younger brother and his girlfriend. Compliments from my dearest Mommy of course. This is life. =)

When it comes to fulfilling cravings and any other sort of impulsive actions of mine, nobody does it better than NJ4. Some time last week, I told him that we've yet to revisit Ice³ for their mudpies. We've been there for the chocolate fondue many months ago but it was quite a letdown. Their mudpie won me over though.

Eyes Wide Open
That was my mudpie, which was basically mocha ice cream, topped with Milo powder and a generous serving of chocolate chips. The size of it was giganormous! My boy had this sudden urge of having something with banana (I have no idea why), and so he got himself a banana split (3 flavours of your choice).


Serving was super generous too! It was as though their ice cream was free or something.

My boy's the best. Always bringing me around to settle my cravings once he book out. I love you. =)

The 3 weeks of OCS confinement is finally due today! I'm getting to see him for the 1st time in 3 freaking weeks!

The last I saw of him, he still had the recruit hairstyle (or lack of rather). I'm sure he has much longer hair now, no more recruit style!

I miss him so badly. About 9 more hours before I get to see him. =(

I personally believe that one should not find a partner who completes him/her, but a partner who complements him/her.

The reason behind is that when the one who completes you leaves, you'd be left with a gaping wound where it was once filled by the partner who completed you. But when the one who complements you leaves, fond memories are left behind and can be kept for life.

I have already found someone who complements me perfectly. =)

This is so cute! I've never seen bread of such size before! It's just around the size of my palm. Again, I wonder why am I always having cute and weird food for late lunch.

I loathe attending my Corporate Finance (CF) lectures on Thursdays, and no, it's not because I can't stand the module or the lecturer, but it's the people in class that are very very VERY sickening.

For the UOL programme, when you're at the lecture theatre 10 minutes before the lecture starts, you're already considered to be very early. But for CF, even if you're there 15 minutes before the lecture commences (which in the case of other modules you'd be super duper early), you're deemed to be VERY late!

Why?

Because there are people who are there even earlier, and God knows what time they were there since. It's as though they camped there overnight. And the sickening part is that those early freaks (a.k.a 'the kiasu bunch') would help to reserve seats for their friends whose souls can't even been seen in the vicinity.

These people would conveniently "chop" places by planting a single highlighter/pen/stack of notes/umbrella/what-nots on the table. Evidence here:


It is still pardonable if it's only a few tables being reserved, but when I was there 15 minutes earlier, I had to practically tour the entire lecture theatre before I managed to find a vacancy without a bloody highlighter or pen or whatever occupying the otherwise empty seat.

Oei, typical Aunties and Uncles in the making in my CF class! Take your pick! Quality guaranteed! -_-