Give me Love and Money, I have the rest already

I realised the weighing scale outside the gym is faulty. No wonder I can’t figure it out…How can I weigh 78 before going in and 80 after I come out? Then I realised everytime when the needle returns to zero, it always stops at a different place. Sometimes it goes back to negative values. I hate to admit it too but I am one of those who likes to admire myself in the gym mirrors. I used to be disgusted by those guys who make a lot of noise while tearing their muscles and after their last repetition, they would throw their weights onto the floor (clang) and then stand in front of the mirror, their eyes staring at their pulsating chest muscles. Now I’m not exactly one of them but while I’m resting in between my stations, I find myself looking in the mirror too. I guess I’m a narcissist after all. It’s getting harder and harder to tear my muscles. I don’t feel the aches the next day after hitting the gym anymore. This proves that there is a saturation point and the curve is indeed a "increasing at a decreasing rate" curve.

And then there was the 1st clash of swords:

Y: Hey how do I dry this thing with nitrogen gas?                                       

T: Try to think of a way yourself.

Y: But I have not done this before. Not even for the 1st time.

T: Neither have I. Nobody taught me neither. You have to understand…….

Y: *walks away*

From that point on I decided that I will not go to him unless I’m really desperate.

Shilei’s wedding at Conrad. Very impressive. It’s the 1st time experience for me, going to a friend’s wedding dinner at a hotel. I arrived there and realised there was nobody I knew and so I felt really out of place. Walking around feeling lost and seeming lonely. But when the rest of the girls came ( Michelle, Xiuting, Xiuling, Grace, Shen Yan, Shui Xian and Xianmin) I felt better and the night became more enjoyable. Food was very high class. Wedding footage very well done. Bride was stunningly beautiful. Groom was unbelievably handsome. I was impressed at this event and delighted that I was invited to share their joy. Wish them a happily ever after.

Everybody loves the baby. And i find it amazing how everyone tries so hard to get her attention and make her smile. It’s funny seeing my brother bending over the crib…making stupid faces…wild gestures…"Ming Yi…gooo gooo ga ga" I find myself doing that too. I would just stand above her and watch her sleep. But she really cries alot. And that’s how I appreciate Sex and the City. It’s so realistic how they film this show, how Miranda lost her place among her friends after having Brady, how her life takes a 180 degree turn, how she wants to talk about Brady so much but the rest just wants to talk about Cosmopolitans and how long they haven’t had sex. Imagine if my sister don’t have my Mummy taking care of her baby, she would not even be out on Xmas eve, she would be stuck home. Marriage is a big step. A baby is a big leap.

Yujie is back and just in 1 year, she has managed to catch the twang and the slang. America is really a very influencing country. Everybody wants to look like them…speak like them. Glad she’s back and hope to spend some time so she can relate to me some of her experiences. Think that’s enough for one blogging…Time to hit the sack. Did I just say "hit the sack"?

Ok ok…have to make this real fast and speedy…I’ve been finding it more and more difficult to blog. Guess the main thing is that I’m becoming more and more lazy. Time…yes there’s time…but I would never admit it.

My encounter with H2SO4. For those of you who still remember O’level Chemistry, yes it’s that one that you are thinking about. Except now there’s 25 moles in one litre, compared to the one we used in O’s..which is only less than one mole per litre. So I used the rubber sucky thing (looks like hot air balloon) and pippette (or is it burette?) to withdraw the acid from the big bottle and into the small volumetric flask. And as I was squeezing the rubber sucky thing, a tiny droplet splashed onto my calf. Immediately, burning sensation…ooohhh….feels like a very strong fire ant’s bite. I was thinking to myself…ok endure for a while and it will go away. But it did not! So I quickly took the distilled and spray onto my calf…wetting my socks in the process….Nabei…Next I inspected the rest of the items that came into contact with the acid…KNN the H2SO4 burnt a hole in the industrial paper! Imagine a drop (not droplet) onto my jeans or shoes! Children..please don’t try this at home…Uncle got train before.

Next thing I heard…Any Sweat…No sweat…Chicken feet…haha..all the way…lol! I find myself in BMTC Sch 2. My brother enlisted into Ninja Company. Walking into the company line…Seeing Orion Company opposite…suddenly felt goose bumps…I spent quite some time there…6 years ago…6 bloody years…6 fucking years….Can you believe it? It’s been 6 years? The things are all in the same position (indeed they are standardized) but everything has become older. The corridor  pavement is so smooth…so seasoned…there is algae near the wall corners. I still remember which bed I was in and I told my Mummy. And I pointed out the pots of plants which I spitted my phlegm on, almost proudly relating to her how my CSM fucked me upside down and treated me a confinement. The instructor say there’s no more stand-by-beds…which is an indication that there should be less tekan now? I’m not really sure. The food still sucked as usual…but the feeling of queuing up…taking the tray and plates…getting the food with a pear at the end of the food line….Sigh…I miss those times with Wang, Daniel, Aw, Hoe, and all the other clowns in MT3. And you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.

Ming Yi’s birthday…hehe…one month old birthday…She’s grown bigger I think. And she can smile now! But only my Mummy can make her smile…I tried very hard…She did not really reciprocate my enthusiasm. My mother says that she cannot recognize my smell, that I should not spray perfume the next time I go. I gave her an angbao…very very small…but with all the blessings in my heart..I wish she can grow up to be a truly happy girl…there’s no need to be successful…but just be sincrely happy…

And then playing tennis with somebody who thinks he is Goran Ivanesevic. Nabei serve so fast…forehand always want to one shot one kill…I think I enjoy playing with Hoe more…less fatigue…

Haha…and then cheap beer to end the night…Shan’s already blogged down what happened that night…I agree that it felt good to drink uncle-like beer…Thanks for the treat Shan! Can I withdraw as official steamboat planner? I’m really tied down with FYP…I swear…Sigh I shall leave FYP woes to another day…it’s too much to add to this one..

When will I have time to go Mountbatten? I really miss my Coach’s mitts…*one two piak! piak!* Kaoz the impact on the leather…Just thinking about it makes me wet…

Two 17 year old girls showed up in my lab recently. After some suspense and speculation, Dr Tian introduced them to me. Year 1 students from ACJC. What are they doing in NTU Fuel Cell Lab? I talked to them abit and found out that they are doing research. They told their teachers that they wish to be involved in some research work during their holidays and some of their friends went to ASTAR..DSTA etc…What are JC students now thinking? Isn’t it abit too early? Shouldn’t they be worrying about which TV programme to watch? What to do the next day to enjoy themselves? I think about myself, where I was standing at 17, and I realised my children (if I have any) are going to have it much worse. Just 6 years down the road, things have changed so much. They even have to submit a report by the end of the holidays. I don’t even know what a report looks like until I entered tertiary education. Dr Tian asked Dian to look at me do my stuff, and I thought "Great, now she’s going to know how stupid I am". She got 6 points for O’s and is the president of Science/Maths Club in ACJC. I immediately told her "You are a genius". And Kimberly, she’s the pink power ranger (didn’t talk to her much).

When you are down on your luck, you feed a bird and it turns into a rooster. I was playing tennis with Hoe and then the string broke. And my heart just sank. Kevlar string is goin to cost ard $30 bucks. Sigh…never mind, treat it as racquet rental fees…2nd round of tennis with Daniel and Aw on that same night, and Hoe’s tacky grip almost killed my fingers. How does he play with something so sticky?