Urgh Food

I think whole wheat pasta is the most disgusting pasta ever. Even lumps of pasta sauce with garlic and onion can barely cover the horrid whole-wheat-healthy-brown-rice taste. Ohh, did I mention I don't like brown rice at all.

I totally cannot understand the appeal of healthy food unless they come chocolate coated (chocolate coated peanuts, chocolate coated cashews for example) and covered with sprinkles. Oh, but I like frozen yogurt!! That's healthy food masquerading as unhealthy food. Frozen yogurt looks like ice-cream...

Cover Up

At today's yoga session, I noticed that only 2 people in class were wearing shorts: me and one other guy (the only guy). Granted, the class was filled with middle aged, not-size-0 women, I could see why the women were not keen on flaunting their varicose veins to their colleagues.

I have varicose veins and a gigantic hole on my leg courtesy of falling into a flooded drain... but I still wear shorts.

I guess I hate pants. They are far far too hot. As the (unfortunate?) product of the Singaporean climate, I can firmly attest to the fact that pants / jeans are made by Ang Mohs for Ang Mohs. Sarongs are the way to go!!

Jeans are what I call heat-trappers. They trap a warm body of moist air around your leg, ensuring a nice cozy environment for sweat to form and for bacteria to thrive. Eww, I have shivers just thinking about it. Jeans are only meant to be worn during subzero winter temperatures which I have subjected myself to since I moved to N. America.

Argh. Going for yoga scares me. Did I mention that my yoga mates can't bend, move or stretch. I don't want to be reminded of the ways the body fails you when you aged.

You don't sleep because...

You don't look forward to tomorrow.

It seems so wasteful.

There is no time.

You haven't done anything productive. By staying awake, you attempt to convince yourself otherwise.

Youth is flickering by.

The internet is too fascinating.

Rest has become a job requirement. You rest to work.

You are too lazy.

Almost Famous

Someone took a fancy to Purin. And by that I mean my Purin, not some other random Purin. See he is here. I find this really surprising... Purin is usually ignored especially when he is put alongside his other more "typically cute" friends. Finally, recognition (by someone other than me).

And yes... he is a Golden Retriever, not a bear.

The World's Most Disgusting Knee

Presenting the world's most disgusting knee. Urgh. I want to puke looking at these pictures.





This shot looks almost artistic. And it is NOT MY KNEE. Guess who?

Random Thoughts

- I don't like it when people keep going on about their baby/kid. I know your baby is important and oh-so-precious, but I don't get why you have to litter your emails with information about your baby. When I meet you in person, I can sit at the corner, far away from you, so I don't have to hear the baby conversation. I can't run away from my emails. Your words stare right at me. Your world revolves around your baby. I don't live in that world.

- It is summer in New York. Someone said: When it's summer, all the crazy people come out. Where do all the crazy people hide in winter? Underground?

- I hate it when it rains and water floods the streets. The streets smell like pee. And the rain-pee water is drowning my $78 Gap Designer sandals. I am suicidal.

- I don't know whether to offer you my seat on the bus. You look pregnant. Your tummy is big. Or maybe you are just fat. If I offer you my seat and you are not pregnant, I risk offending you. Maybe offering the seat to fat people is polite behaviour? Nah, I don't think so. Then, I see you are wearing kitten heels. Pregnant women wear flats. Okay, I remain stuck to my chair, trying not to stare at your tummy or continue speculating about your possible pregnancy.