Introducing the 2 wonder dogs that finished 21.1km at the recent Safra Army Half Marathon!

I cant even begin to describe how mad and disappointed i felt this evening. The plans for an awsome friday night was totally ruin by the sea of people that were at city hall. tonight was suppose to be a romantic night at timbre. Having dinner, drinking beer and listening to music.

Its all ruin.

An almost makeover

With a hair style and eye brow embrodery, its an almost makeover, what else can i do next i wonder?

A fruitful trip

Thanks to ma' ladies who went to Bangkok with me.

It was an extremely fruitful trip. We shopped, we ate, we shopped and we ate somemore. Not to mention we had our massage, we saw a baby elephant in the city and we suffered black lung diesease from 2 tuk tuk rides.

It was really an adventure.

Well, it was a little demoralising shopping in bangkok.

"Got size?", we normally ask.

"For you. L or XL. We got sai (size). Come in...got sai (size)"

We looked at each other in utter shock and sadness, we are a EXTRA LARGE. Oh well, for one hundred-papty baht, who are we to complain?

It was no doubt budget travel, as TIGER airways took off and land, the loud noise it made and the dipping of the airplane during turbulance, force us to laugh our fears away.

"BUDGET! Remember, its only $200, inculsive of tax", Juni and I would laugh and comfort ourselves.

But we made it. 3 days, 3 bulging tummies, 3 bruised egos and 30kgs of new clothes later, we are happy and back to work.

An evil ploy from corporate

Ever wonder why the weekends seems to go by so quickly? Or holidays seem to end almost as soon as it started, no matter how long it is?

I suspect, its an evil ploy from corporate. Many moons ago, when humans started working for money, bosses come together and had this dialogue;

'How can we maximise the working time of your employees while giving them the illusion that they will be given time off?' - Boss A

'We must give them at least 20% our of their total working time in a week as time off to allow for recuperation.' - Boss B with the kinder heart

'20% is approximately 1plus days...Alright, we provide the illusion that we are generous. 2 days of time off! But we will make time go faster, but how? - Boss C

'HaHaHa! I am the only time-telling-device-maker in this world. Its in my control how!'

- Boss A

'Mwahahaha. Stupid Employees' - Together.

And this is how we feel that our time for weekends always go by so quickly.

Postman came this morning and handed me a package. It must be a gift from my sister, I thought but after a closer look, I notice the address of Ashurst Elementary School.

On the airway bill and under description, "Award Trophy" was written. Never would I imagine that my short 6 mth with the School would render me getting any sort of trophy. Already, Miss Weiss (the principal) was kind enough to write me an amazing testimonial and gave me a certificate when I left.

This is my first job that was no 'thank-less'.

Thank you. Thanks for making me so grateful this morning. And assured that I actually did something right.

I wish my kids are all growing up well. Miss you all. Each and everyone.

Making Babies

Making babies, having children, starting a family.

Is that a marriage is really all about?

In the short span of time I have been back, Ive attended 2 month-old-birthday parties for my niece and nephew and saw my cousin with her almost exploding belly and just received news that my colleague is 3 months pregnant. And on top of that, Ive also talked to a colleague who just got married and is trying REALLY REALLY hard for a baby.

I can't help but think, is having a baby the be all and end all of a relationship? Maybe I am just abnormal for not wanting to have children. But I won't deny it, seeing people 'popping' babies makes me wonder if I should go with the flow as well.

Obviously I am not lousy with children and I don't dislike them either. On the contrary, I am comfortable with children and I do like them. I miss my kids from Ashurst so much and I wish if I ever have kids, they can be like my first-graders.

No, I shan't rush myself. Sorry Mr Blackie, but you shall just have to wait patiently.

Soldier'sman's wife - Listen to the music, read my lyrics

I will live my life as a soldierman's wife on an island in the blue bay.
He will take care of me, he will smell like the soil.
And close to my heart he'll always stay.

I will bear three girls all with strawberry curls, little Lily and Anna and Jade.
While I'm combing their hair, I will catch his warm stare
On our island in the blue bay.

Far away far away, I want to go far away.
To a new life on a new shore line.
Where the water is blue and the people are new.
To another island, in another life.

There's a boy next to me and he always will be everything and the man of my life.
And I think he's the tops, he's where everything stops.
How I love to love him from afar.
When he walks right pass me then I finally see on in his arms I always stay
So I'm taking my man to an old distant town
On an island in the blue bay.

Far away far away, I want to go far away.
To a new life on a new shore line.
Where the water is blue and the people are new.
To another island, in another life.
I want to go far away.

Away away, I want to go far away, away, away
I want to go far away, far away.
Where the water is blue and the people are new.
To another life, to another life.
To another shore lineIn another life..

Ive been wanting to blog this for a while. But think something tip me over the edge today to actually do this today.

Whats wrong with men/Singaporean men?

The other day, I took a bus to work. Already, bus 57 to depot road comes like once every half hour and its super crowded during peak hour. But on this day I was onboard, I was standing infront of this man who was taking up 2 seats! Like he was oblivious to the fact that the bus was full and his bag and his 'need' to read newspaper was taking up the other seat! Ok, granted that his legs was quite long, but I was annoyed that he didn't even bother to pretend to move his bag to allow a person to have the seat. He just kept his nose in the newspaper who passengers who were standing struggled to keep their balance.

Then today I was driving along Old Airport Road. The traffic was heavy but I saw a guy trying to turn out of a side road, so I stopped to let him out first. Anyway there was much space in front for me. This male driver looked in awe like noone has ever extended courtesy before was took a looong time before he gathered himself to acutally make that turn out. But by then I was getting honked by the drivers behind me.

It sure doesnt pay to be kind.

Then! I stopped to allow a man cross the zebra crossing. And yes, although it was his right of way and I don't expect him to wave as a gesture of thanks but he could have NOT stared and "GEEN" me like I almost run him down!

FED-UP!!!!!

Unrealistic Singapore Government

Sometimes I think that the people who make up the Singapore Government have been in the government sector for so long that they have lost touch of what's its like to be an average Singaporean.

The recent sale of HDB's new Design, Build, Sell Scheme, City View @ Boon Keng, drew about 3000 applicants when they first open. They were going after 714 flats on sale. With price ranging from SGD350,000 to SGD730,000 for a 3-5 room flat, these applicants still had to fulfill the standard HDB criteria.

a) Family nucleus of at least 1 Singapore Citizen or Singapore PR
b) Applicants be at least 21 years of age
c) Non-ownership of private properties
d) Income ceiling of SGD8,000

The first 3 criteria are pretty standard and understandable, of course you should be an adult when buying a property and to maintain some form of citizen benefit, you should be a Singapore Citizen. And of course, if you already own a private property, don't apply for public housing, leave it to those who cant afford the private prices.

But then again, City View @ Boon Keng is selling at private property prices!

What really irks me is that the Housing Development Board must truly believe that a family with a combine income of SGD8000 or less can afford to buy a property worth SGD730,000!!!!!
I did a rough calculation and with a flat worth that much, you need a montly mortgage about $2100. If a couple has a combine income of $7999, their montly contributions to CPF (ordinary account) is only approximately $1800.

So this couple needs to fork another $300 in cash to upkeep the house, wipe out all their RETIREMENT savings for a GOVERNMENT OWNED 99YEARS property!!!

Whatever happened to HDB's mission statement.

We provide affordable homes of quality and value.

We create vibrant and sustainable towns.

We promote the building of active and cohesive communities.

We inspire and enable all staff to give of their best.

Affordable? Where is the affordability these days.

With a take-up rate of only 65% for City View @ Boon Keng, HDB has now release it to the open market for walk in selection. Even so, I don't think the take up rate is as good as the former Premiere at Tampines.

Doesn't think goes to show something?

When is the Singapore Government gonna wake up their idea?

I'm sorry. I can't help it. If you are born in the 80s or before, you may have fond memories of this.

最后一个大侠！！！！！ 紫螺插!!!

Woke up at 11 this morning and spent the day thinking about him. Kept running through my mind what we are going to do when we are together again, in Virginia, in DC, on the cruise, in Maimi and in NY.

Yes yes, I can see what you are mouthing right now. Sure we are gonna have sex. Lots of it.

Happy now?

Recently HR asked me what a marriage means to me. It took me a while before I could answer her, not because I dunno what MY marriage means to me. Or what a marriage SHOULD mean to people. But I didn't want to give her to cliche answer that it means trust and committment, love and respect.

A marriage is less philosophical. Sure, the foundation of marriage should be build on love, trust, blah blah blah. But to me, it means being about to live with each other EVERY SINGLE DAY. To be able wake up every morning, look at the person beside you and feel bless for another day you get to spend with him/her. And to always able to remember the smell of their hair, the shape of their fingers and how you mould into their body shape when you snuggle together.

I love him.

Everyday.

Night out with the ladies

As I sit here at my laptop with tired feet and body, I actually don't regret putting my comfortable self outta the chair yesterday, got dressed, slap on make up and hailed for a cab to drive me down to meet the rainbow club.

Well, granted not all the members were there but it was good enough.

Much of the evening was spent screaming 'TEN!' at the top of my voice because thats the strategy of YD when it comes to playing five-ten. I reckon she thinks that if she keeps shouting 'TEN!', I would eventually get confused enough to err. Well, Im not sure if the strategy worked cos she and I down many Power-Upped Vodka Redbull (thanks to nette).

Part of the evening was also spent slouching with debby at our quiet corner and judging/criticising/admiring people's dress sense. That gave me some time to recuperrate from YD's attacks.

As the alcohol seeps into the blood stream, our inhibitations came down. Butts were shaking, hips were gyerating, and hands flew all over the place as we danced to the remixed tunes of Shakira, Rihanna, Britney and others.

But before long, I felt a hand pulled me out of the club and to another we go. With only 10 mins to closing, we walked into the packed dancefloor and immediately had a jug of Vokda Cranberry handed to us. Compliments from the DJ.

Coolios. After 4 jugs of Power-Upped Vodka Redbull, thats just wat I need. A mellow Vodka Cranberry.

Another 20 mins went pass and we were forced out of the joint. With the intention to end the night off with a round of Mahjong at Nette's place. Wendy, Debby and I shared a cab while YD and Nette took another. But 3 mins into the journey to Lor Ah Soo, a phone call came, re-routing us to good ol' Zouk.

It was already 3.30am and my feet were killing me. Damn my boots!

Unfortunately, Zouk don't feel the same anymore. Not sure if its is because 70% of the crowd was in their late teens to early 20s. I distinctively heard 2 guys boosting how they are 21 and are checking out clubs. Or it was the fact that Zouk changed but remained the same. The crowd sure has changed, but the music seemed like it came from a CD entitled 'Compliation for Saturday - Zouk'. Ah, but it could be because the whole night we were dancing, this overweight young man tried to inch himself closer and closer to me. Thanks YD for shielding and pulling me away in time.

*Shudder*

The night/dawn finally came to a stop at 4.30am. Nette and I dragged our worn out bodies into the cab with a tired Debby.

And I came home to find my mum awake! Her day has just started while mine is winding down. As I crawled into my room, I saw my mum displaying her pugillistic talent for my dogs to see.

Netty Booboo turned a big 30! And wow, she took it really well. No tears, no drunken stupor.

But Im not sure if the surprise party for her was really good. I hope she really enjoyed herself though.

Thanks Debby and Audrey for helping me pull of the surprise and YD for joining us. I dunno about them, I enjoyed myself thoroughly. Its great to be with friends whom you really like.

Even if you jam her finger at the car door, she still smile at you while screaming.

Even if you laugh at her, she laughs with you and treats you eat sausage.

Thank you friends. I know I have good ones.

A light has finally shine upon me...I finally see it.

Food only taste good when there is someone to share it with!

I can't say I had a crappy dinner....my mum made some tonic soup and I had it with some noodles and fish ball at the side. Ok it may not be the most delicious thing, but it just sucked. Then, suddenly it dawned upon me, why do people eat?

Whats the point of cooking for an hour only to consume the food in less than 10 mins?!

Should we all quit eating all together?

No. We shouldnt. But we should have dinner with someone. As hard as it may be, try to minimise time alone when eating. Because even if you have a meal cooked by Mario Batalli, it would not taste good. Simply because you cant turn around and rave about how perfectly the steak is cooked, or how crisp the salad is or just how much/little the wine complements the meal.

Bottomline is, I miss you baby. I know we don't have have the tastiest meal together. I am no Kat Cora or Paula Dean (but I am working on that laugh) but its nice just to be able to talk while having dinner. It's great to have someone to rant/rave to. It feels good when you praise me when I made something good...and when you encourage me when the dish doesn't come out the way i thought it would.

I miss you. And all our dinners together. You are my perfect dinner mate. My dinner soul mate.

After reading Kim's blog and saw her reminiscing about her old days, I couldnt help but rummage through my old stuff and found this picture. This may be one of the last pictures taken with the 4 of us. Time has certainly flew by, I have known this 4 humans for 10 years.

It's like a marriage. We have been through good times and bad times. Been happy together, been mad at each other. Quarrelled and made up. We've seen each other's questionable dress sense (jeans baggy enough to hide chickens) and questionable hair style (curly, bedhead, shaven, chinadoll). We assisted each other during our times of intoxication, holding up each other's hair, flushing the toilet when done. We've cooked each other food when one was hungry (indomee after clubbing). And even laughed at each other when we fall down (a certain someone who climbed a wall, landed and then fell).

They are like my life partners, they are my bitches.

Time has drifted us apart somewhat. We each have found our own direction in life, taken different paths and met new people. And regrettably, we don't always make the effort to keep in touch better.

To my wives; thanks for always being there for me. 10 years!!! Its our Diamond Year! You must know that I am always here for you. Anytime. Anyplace.

Oh, I forgot to mention how happy I am that Boobsy came out of the closet and revealed to us. We all just want her to be happy and she does look the way. So thanks babe. I am so touched that after all these years, we may have drifted apart a bit, but you still hold us in your heart deep enough to let us in on your life.

iGeek is right, 3 down and 1 more to go. My wish for her this year is to meet someone right. Mediocre is not good enough remember that. She deserves only the best.

My first week back

This is marks the beginning of me returning back to a state of locality. No longer am I considered a foreigner to the country. Nor as an International Wife.

Do I miss it? Honestly, no. Neither the weather nor the food has made me glad to be back home. Well, it doesn't mean that I loathe to be back, I just have no particular excitement. This time, its so different from when I used to return from Perth. I remember I used to get all excited over coming home. The moment I touched down, I rushed to have my favourite Hokkien Mee (which I havent done til yet), order just about everything when I go to 85 and call everyone I know to announce my return. Oh, and I make it a point to never repeat the same food for 2 weeks.

This time, my face melted as I walked out of the airport, I regretted taking a walk along Orchard Road on a Saturday afternoon and I have taken fishball noodles 3 days in a row! What's different this time? It can't just be the fact that Xiaohei is not here with me. Sure I miss him and all, but my entire support group is here. So what's different?

Oh well, this is home afterall. I missed having my friends around. Laughing and having a great time with Audrey while we reminisence on the past, going for dinner and drinks with the rest of the girls and chatting with my sister. So when Xiaohei comes back, everything should go back to normal.

But right now, I am getting anxious about starting work. Worried that I am not capable enough to live up to the workload. Friends tell me I am thinking too much but I just want to be sure I will make it this time. "Old virgin" is what LadyiPod calls me...I am a virgin going back to an old place to get screwed. Ha! Its funny just reading it.

This is how love should be. Taking the person the way they are.

Hi baby,

Wanted to surprise you with this for V day but didn't have time to complete it. Here you go. We never ever had the cliche tacky photo video.

I love you and I miss you so much.

Just remember that I love being married to you. And if we can do it all over again, I will say 'I do' any day. Because its you.

My journey in America has come to an end.



As I looked back in the past 8 months of my life, I feel a sense of inner peace while tears well up my eyes. This is has not only been a growing experience for my relationship with Xiaohei but also an personal trip for me. It may be cliche to say but this 8 months has allowed me to grow and mature. It has allowed me to take on so many roles. I was still a daughter to my parents, a sister to my siblings , a friend to my buddies, and a wife to my husband. But I was a assistant to Mrs Vernon and a teacher/big sister/playmate/friend/problem solver to a class of 6 year olds. 7 year old some of them will rightfully correct me. I have been telling myself how much I want to take time out to volunteer, to give something back to the society. And now after a good 6-7 years of just telling myself, I finally did it. I feel so good inside, so satisfied that I almost feel selfish. All this 'giving back' is actually serving myself?

My heart ached when I walked into Room 8 of Ashurst Elementary School for the last time. My mornings will no longer if filled with getting Gabriel and Armon on reading counts followed by helping Ethan, Shawn, Levi and Allani with the spelling of their words, running around with Mackenzie, James and Matthew during snack break, putting up Jaquez's coat on the hanger after snack break, lunches with Mrs Vernon, waving off Daniel and Doan from Shelby as she tries to finish her morning work and swaying myself from side to side so I can get Emma, Mackenzie Faith and my sweet little Gracie off my shoulders and leg. They call themselves my magic shoes.

But most of all, I missed waking up next to the man of my life. Snuggling up to him when it was cold, nudging him him when he stops breathing in his sleep, and kissing him when we both woke up. I just miss him. I miss our home. There is always something to eat, its clean and neat and although it may not be much but its so cosy. It was OUR FIRST HOME. And I miss it so much. I miss him so much.

Never have I thought I will find a person whose my heart actually beats for.

I can't get this sound outta my head. Just realise its from Rolling Stones. Who doesnt love the Stones.

I had another weird weird dream and not even sure where it came from (if dreams are a collection of memories).

It was about another period in time...I was a Pan-asian man and was held prisoner due to a war that was going on. I was held in the same cell block with a black man and we became friends. In comes a new 'prison warden' for our cell block, he was a major in the army and a mean mean man. He said things in the prison has changed, everything will be segregated by race. He summon all the inmates out of the cells and on to the quadrangle (the cells were lined in a U-shape and it was a multi people cell). Guards surrounded the prisoners and were hitting the the prisoners with the back of their rifle (old ones with wooden trimmings kind) to get them to squeeze together. Suddenly, a fight broke out between a guard and myself and it spreaded to the my black friend. Somehow, we won all the guards including the major and took away all their guns. We made everyone go back into their cell and the gaurds to go back in with them. Then somehow, a shooting broke out. I turned into some martial arts expert being able to dodge the bullets and killed all the guards including the major.

It was my cell block now. In order not to stir any suspicion, I told the prisoners to let me pretend to be the major and check things out and my black friend to stay behind to watch over matters.

I dawned on the dead man's uniform and walked out of the cell block into the army camp that was busy dealing with the war. Noone noticed me and I tried to keep my head down, those whom I outranked even saluted me!

This pretence went on for quite a while, during which I had secretly helped some of the prisoners to escape and some others became 'guards'. One day, a Lieutanent Colonel (Anthony Hopkins) came to my cell block and requested to meet the Major. When I introduced myself to be the Major, he had a puzzled look on his face but shaked it off. By this time, I had already familiarise myself with the workings of the army and was able to make smart conversations with the LC. Months went by and the LC and I became close. He started to get me more involve wiht his work, training of soldiers.

One day after a training session, the LC causually mentioned that he was surprise the first time to see me at the cell block, or on camp for that matter. When I inquired why, he said that the camp was actually a white caucasian camp. Even other officers of other race couldnt step foot into it. I gave an awkward smile and answered that it was probably because the army took into account my white cauasian side of my family.

The same evening, the LC summoned me into his barracks/office. I walked into a dark room and as I got to the middle of the room, i felt the barrel of a gun at the back of my head. Then the voice of LC said that he has discovered my secret and was gonna kill me. We had a struggle and he was killed in the midst. I took the gun and put it in his hand as he laid, smeared my blood on him and left behind my uniform like he has killed the major. The siren rang as I escape through his window.

Then somehow, as I ran. The night became day almost immediately. The buildings got old and the grass grew to be really tall. I was a prisoner again, meeting my good black friend once more. He was playing basket with a hoop that was mounted at the side of a building 10 storeys high. He handed me the ball and said only few has scored. I took the ball and turned my back to the hoop. With all my strength I threw the ball over my shoulder, it hit the hoop but didn;t go in but as it rebound a bird caught it in the air and fly away with it.

I was E-ying again and I saw my father sitting on the grass a few feet away. I walked towards him and asked how he liked the movie. He said it was good but he didn't understand Jodie Foster's character. I told him I didn't even know Jodie Foster was in the movie. 3 dogs appeared, one was Vicki and the other 2 I didn't recognise. I started to run with the dogs.

Weird huh.

Not sure if anyone know that my dream since young was to be a news caster. When I was younger, I pretend to be a foreign correspondent, reporting live news from some war torn country. Secretly I did this of course.

I got to do it. Finally. It may not be real and the jacket didn't fit me, but I was so glad I did it.
Reporting live from CNN headquarters, this is E-Ying Wee.

For more pictures on our Atlanta trip, visit: http://flickr.com/photos/12657573@N02/sets/72157603845177218/

The most depressing show ever.

There is a show here which always brings me to tears. Not tears of joy, but it really makes me really really sad...and breaks my heart.

Its called "Say Yes to a Dress", its a reality show surrounding a Bridal Gown shop here and how the sales people help women find their perfect dress.

It makes me sad because I didn't have my perfect dress. Noone knew but I didn't like my dress at all. It was not what I wanted. My hair was not what I wanted. But because people thought it looked nice and I really didn't want to upset anyone that I didn;t say anything.

Noone was there when I fitted my dress except for E-Chiing and I really love and appreciate her for that. I understand everyone had to work, really. But noone lost their breath when I walked out of the fitting room. My mum didn't cry when I wore my dress. My dad didn't say I looked beautiful. My Hei didn't looked in awe when I walked down the aisle.

I had the perfect proposal, the perfect wedding reception with the perfect man but I was the imperfection and I hate it.

And now I worry that I won't be able to look back at my wedding and be happy and proud.

I would love to think Im crazy. That I truly looked beautiful and Im just thinking too much. But I can't. I didn't like the dress, I hated my hair and the fact that I even forgot to wear jewellery on that day was unforgivable.

Ok I wanted to blog and post pictures and videos about our trip to Atlanta, but it was the after trip happening that was so much more exciting and shocking so above is the video of the morning after we came home to a raining house.

Story: We were filling gas at a gas station about 2 mins south of our house. While waiting for my tank to fill up, we heard a fire truck siren approaching our direction and heading towards the direction of our apartment. Thinking nothing of it, we continue to finish up our thing and began to drive back home. By this time, we have already driven 6 hours from North Carolina, we were tired, dirty and hungry. Then, when we drove into the road leading our apartment, a fire truck was driving out from that direction. I casually made a joke, "Oooo that must be coming from our place." So we continued to drive on and saw there was another fire truck parked right in front of our apartment block and Sihou, our neighbour was standing out front too. We quickly parked, but still didn't worry too much because Sihou did not have that worried a look on his face. Until we got out of our car, he walked towards us and said, 'They just opened the door to your apartment." And we knew. The sprinkler pipe on the 3rd floor had burst due to the freezing weather and all the water came pouring down onto our house. The night we walked into our war torn house, I found it rather comical but Hei thought it was rather frustrating.

See how different people react differently to situations?

I have a dream

A tribute to Dr. Martin Luther King - Civil Rights Leader

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.

Now, I can explain with much justification WHY I pay good money to get my hair cut, straightened, coloured, washed and blow dried in the salon that is Monsoon.

Sure I only paid $22 for my hair cut (note, I said cut, not style) and it covers a brief wash, a cut and a brief dry plus some gunky stuff. But coming from a person who does enjoy the PLEASANT surprise when she sees her new hair style in the mirror after not having to tell my stylist what I want, I wasn't exactly pleasantly surprise. It's not as extremely bad, its just a little china doll-ish.

Oh well, for $22, what can I complain about?

I don't care if you guys call me clucky, or say that my biological clock is ticking or even assume that I have developed my maternal instincts. But I fell in love with this documentary here call 'Jon and Kate plus 8'.

This is an amazing family. This couple, Jon and Kate, got married and wanted children. So this first had a pair of identical twins, daughters. 4 years later, they thought they will try again for more children. This time they ended up with sextuplets. 6 BABIES! Every time the documentary intros, they show a shot of Kate's belly when she was pregnant with the 6 kids and no matter how many times I have watched the show, I am still awed by the size of her belly! I mean it was HUGE! HUGE!!!!

Anyway, its a great documentary. Its so funny how each kid has his/her own personality and its so distinct. And even though they all share Mummy's tummy for 9 months, they all don't necessarily get along.

The weather is going nuts here!

We came back from our holiday, greeted by the cold Virginia and we thought we are going to start freezing again. But, ol' and behold, we are getting a warm front this week. An extremely warm 24C high yesterday! It's like summer all over again!

But you know, its the calm before the storm I expect.

Scared.

After an arduous 12 days holiday, we are finally back at home. Shivering in our lack of warm clothing (due to the travelling) and enjoying the peace and not so quiet (noisy & busy washing machine) home.

San Francisco was amazing for me. It was everything I see in the movies and more. The steep slopes and the vintage character homes makes me want to pack up and move there. The Golden Gate Bridge, and Chinatown was an additional spur to do just that.

We also went over to the extremely romantic Sausalito which none of them believe that I know of the place because of a movie I watched several years ago. No, they didn't not believe me, they didn't believe that the movie exist.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sausalito_%28film%29

Spending Christmas at Lake Tahoe was amazing. The snowy mountains and the not-so-soft white snow everywhere was just a sight to see. Plus, we got to literally walk across stateline to Nevada state. That is as close to Las Vegas as I have ever been, and this closeness to Las Vegas already made me lose 10 dollars at the casino table. We sled, we built a snow man and we got into a snow ball battle.

So after 6 days and 930 miles driven, this part of our holiday ends and we bade Rudy and Cecelia farewell.

Hei and I took off to Buffalo to see the beautiful Niagara Falls. We were going to take it easy this time, wake up later. We took our time to enjoy the food (Ted's Hot Dog = great), the sights but not so much the weather.

And we even for upgraded to the Junior Presidential Suite at Mariott Ontario!!!! Full equipped with a Jacuzzi (and a window in the toilet), 2 TVs, a fireplace, a giant bed with loads of pillows and a view to die for. From my room, I can see BOTH the American and the Canadian Horseshow falls.

And we drove to Toronto to have Dim Sum, TWICE! We ate our fill for the next 6 mths and it was really good too, almost like my mother-in-law.

We love Niagara Falls. We loved our holiday!

Ok, before I go on to my actual post today. I just wanted to share this picture with you. Hei and I stuffed and roasted a chicken the other day....look at my sitting chicken...isnt it funny!

But ok, down to business....

TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF SNOW!!!! I RAN OUT INTO THE SNOW, WAVING MY ARMS LIKE A MANIAC AND STUCK MY TONGUE OUT TO CATCH THE SNOW....

I LOVE IT...IT'S LIKE IN MY DREAMS.

I brought my students out for recess and I think I had as much fun as them. We ran, made snowballs, snowman...and the girls made snow angels.

The weirdest dream

Saturday I woke up from the weirdest dream. I cant remember all of the details but one part of it goes like this,

On 1 side, a fat chinese man wearing only a sarong and on the other a skinny chinese man in a bathrobe. They are long time loggerhead friends and they were quarrelling. The skinny man did something to the fat man and I heard the fat man retaliate saying, ' Oh, let me show you what I can do. Fried rice.....' This fat man started waving his arms in front of him like he was doing the drunken swordsplay and came a whirlpool of fried rice. Like a tornado, the fried rice just was spinning round and round in between his 2 arms. The next thing i know, he shot his palms out like Ryu from street fighter and the whirlpool of fried rice when flying at the skinny man, knocking him over. The skinny man fell to his back like a dead cockroach would and his bathrobe accidentally slip, exposing him. And like a true comedy, he said 'oops' and cover himself back.

Then I blank out for a while. I saw this 2 men again. This time they were boarding a ship and setting off. And no, they are wearing normal clothes this time. As I wave them goodbye and watch their ship sail into the sun set, i see this silhouette of the skinny man popping out from different areas of the ship, waving goodbye to me. In the background, there was this 2 snow cap volcanos which suddenly erupted and started shooting milk into the sky.

What does this all mean?!?!?!?!

Ok, I know I havent checked in for a while. But I'VE BEEN SO BUSY!!!! Besides from working almost everyday at the elementary school, I've just taken on a marketing role at a hospital...

And yes, there have been so much holiday!!!!

After the delightful trip to Orlando for Veterans Days, we went to watch a NBA match the next weekend with the Gohs. It was great; Washington Wizards vs Portland Trailblazers. And although I think Xinsui and I don't really know whats going on on the court technically, we shouted, we screamed, we booed and we cheered. I must say however, I am a little disappointed with the hot dog.....

Washington won!

This weekend, we decided to take it easy. After an extremely filling lunch/tea/dinner thanksgiving feast, we drove 2 hours to Williamsburg and in a cold autumn/winters' night we queue up in front of Nike and started our shopping spree on Midnight Madness Black Friday.

After 3 hours and an empty pocket, we drove ourselves back to the hotel and slept. Warmly in the bed.

On Friday morning, we drove another 45 mins to Virginia beach. It was early, it was cold and it was gusty. So instead of freezing by the beach, we head to the nearest mall to hide from the weather....

"Here you LEAVE TODAY and ENTER A WORLD of
YESTERDAY, TOMORROW and FANTASY"

I read this sign as I walked into Disney World: Magic Kingdom and I couldn't believe it. I was actually in Orlando, Florida!

And so I did, I left everything at the entrance and entered a fantasy world. I became 5 all over again. Surprisingly, Hei was also excited about Disney world, even though he was not acting like a child like me.

But who cares. I grew up reading about Pinnochio, watched Chipmunks, Mickey, Donald and all the princesses. I WANTED TO BE A PRINCESS.

And as I watched the parade, tears welled up in my eyes and I wave frantically at the mascots. Again, I couldnt believe I was there watching the parade. It was really a DREAM COME THROUGH.


The weather was perfect to top it all off, it was cool but sunny and it was even the perfect weather to eat a popsicle. Its hot enough to appreciate the cold popsicle yet cool enough not to have the popsicle melt in your hands.

I was in love. We had a great day.

On Day 2, we went to Seaworld. Still feeling great from Disney world, nothing could have brought us down.

We got to feed the dolphins and sea lions, watched some amazing performances by the killer whales and hei got to ride on the roller coaster. Twice!

We love Orlando

To my beloved sister, E-Chiing and Marine Corps,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!

Hei and I attended the Marine Corps Ball this evening and it was a night to remember.

The ceremonial sequences were done to the highest precision and added significance to the event. A ballroom full of Marines in uniform and their ladies at hand, dressed to impress, it was just breath-taking. Hei wasn't too shabby himself, in his tuxedo looking uniform, he stood out like a shiny star in the deep blue sky. Captain Loveboat they call him.

Drinks came pouring, one after another. The Marines sure know how to have a good time. And the food, though wasn't the highlight of the event was tasty and cooked perfectly. (Well, at least the fist of a beef tenderloin that Hei had)

A speech made by Guest of Honor, a Lieutant-General made us laugh, touched us and brought tears to my eyes. This is what is meant by having pride at what you do. And the Marines do. Each and every one of them have pride and passion for doing the things that few Americans choose to do, fight in a war even though when many don't support, and building friendships that will last a lifetime. They really lived up to their motto; THE FEW THE PROUD.

If only our Singapore Army is able to induce such pride in our military men. Well, who knows, maybe 232 years from now, we can achieve what the Marines achieved.

This night is especially special for me. I couldn't have asked for more. My soulmate, my date, my partner, my husband, asked me to dance for the first time since we met. And even though our first dance is nothing like those I watched in the movies, it was perfect for me. I couldn't have asked for more.

Thanks Baby for the perfect night.

This is my 'Because You Can' meal for Xiaohei. After completing a 42.2km and burning probably a million calories, I made him a BIG BBQ chicken Calzone, mash potatoes and a side salad, BECAUSE HE CAN afford the calories.

Im so proud of him.

I can't help by blog this...its hilarious!

The Fall has Arrived.....

It has been raining for 2 days straight. This much need rain comes after what is apparently what is one of the worse drought ever in Virginia, there was even a water restriction.

But the last couple of days has seen a sharp fall in the temperature and droplets of water come pouring down from the sky...

I wish all my friends could see the beautiful sight.

Together with the rain, Halloween is round the corner. And since we are here where Halloween is so celebrated, Hei and I have gotten outselves into the spirit as well.

Ok, normally I shriek away from talking about intestinal organ of the body and 'waste' management of a human being...but this time, i thought I share a small insight with you guys.



I have started (6th day) of my 14 days Activia Challenge. Activia is yogurt with some pro-biotic cultures thing that apparently aids in the disgestive system of the body, meaning it helps with intestinal movement and waste removal.



Well, according to the website/tv ad, take Activia for 14 consecutive days and it will regulate your digestive system and make you feel better.

Well,so far I think it may be working....or at least i hope it is working.

I saw my grandma again this morning. This time, she was lying in a hospital bed. Her eyes was close and hooked up to a lot of machines keeping her alive. I was in the next room, waiting for my turn to see her.

'You can go in now Ying Girl', my aunt walked in and told me, teary eyed.

I walked into the ward and laid down with my grandma on the unusually large bed. Initially she seemed unhappy to see me, but when she saw me crying, my grandma surmon her strength and put her arms around me.

I almost forgot how thin and wrinkly her skin was...it was so comforting.

She told me not to blame myself for her being that way and that it was her time to go. I really couldnt hear anything else because of my crying.

Singaporeans, quick sign before 19th October (Singapore time)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESSIE!!!!

My good days has just continued.

I started my volunteer work at Ashurst Elementary school, assisting Ms Water during kindergarten art class and Mrs Vernon in Grade 1. And I am enjoying it so much, never thought that interacting with children brings that much fulfilment. And honestly, kids says the darnest things. A couple of kids simply made up my name the other day and called me Mrs Yamaguchi. And 1 boy came up to me and to confirm my name as Ms Wee, and when I said yes, he gave me a example! "Is it like, my mother and I, WE went to the mall on Sunday'. I can't help but laugh and nod my head.

Who knows. Maybe this is MY CALLING in life?

Anyhoo, it was a fun weekend. The entire Singapore coup here in Quantico went for dinner at Joe's Crab Shack for some ANGMOH crabs as farewell dinner for Willie and Chris. The next morning, the gohs, us, willie and chris woke up early for some pancakes at IHOP (International House of Pancakes) before going to the airport. As I stand at the departure gate waving them off, I no longer feel that I am in a hurry to go home. Beginning to really have USA grow on me.

Besides, how can I leave Meow Meow? My part time cat who comes to visit occasionally. Yesterday after dinner, i heard a mewing at my balcony and she came to visit again! After a month of missing her.

Sorrry huru, din mean to copy the name of your cat but I started saying Meow Meow and she seemed to respond...Mebbe she is Meow Meow's parallel universe twin!

You know how sometimes you have a good day...and you have a GOOD day. Well, I had a really GREAT day. Its probably the best day I have had since I came to US. I mean, sure 99% of the days here are great, Blacks and I have fun, we go out, we laugh, but today was different. It was a FEEL GOOD day.

I made the bed this morning and it looked great. The blankets were folded proportionately and the pillows were stacked perfectly. Sure, you might say that this is such a AUNTIE feel good day. But it was a great start to the day for me.

Then I went to the gym, and probably this was the part of the day I felt the least good but well, I cross train for 15 mins and spend the next 45 mins reading cosmopolitan while pretending I was cycling! So I didn't burn 500 calories, but I did learn that to draw a pair of great eyebrows, always brush, draw then brush again. So that it looks natural. Good intell....

Afterwards, I attended my much dreaded IOWC luncheon where I needed to give a short presentation about Singapore for about 100 military wives. I wasn't confident about the presentation and just wanted to make everything short and sweet and get it over and done with. But to my most plesant surprise, many thought my presentation was fantastic! 1 middle age Korean lady even came up to me afterwards, complemented me on my great job and told me this; 'I have attended these luncheons for many years now, and this is the first time I see the whole room shut up and pay attention. You really captured everyone's attention. I can tell, you will be a great success next time.' Wow, I never thought I would receive such great complements but it really touched my heart.

Feeling sky high, I followed Mari to the Elementary school on base seeking for some volunteer work to do. I met with Ms Waters, the art teacher who was thrilled to have an additional help and I am in. Starting tomorrow, I will be helping out at the art class!

And to top it all off, I bought Clinique's facial bar soap WITH dish for only $10 at PX!!!

Its only 2.30pm and already this has been one of the best days. Now I just want my blackie home and I am trying out a Southwestern Pork Soup tonight with soem Corn Salad....

I cant wait.

Here's a CSI Story Idea for you

'Hi, I'm here to see Mr Gil Grissom', said the long hair brunette standing nervously at the reception.

The receptionist buzzed for Grissom and ushered to her to the waiting area.

'Do I know you?' Grissom walked into the room without the lady's notice. She had been staring blankly into space. Her fingers dug into her legs as she turned to face her saviour.

'Take me in. I am going to kill my mother', she said as tears welled up her eyes

Grissom brings her into the interrogation room and signalled Capt Brass to come in as well. He was puzzled by the lady's own accusation against herself. Going to kill, means it hasn't happened yet, means no crime has been committed. What is she talking about.

Looking through the 1 way mirror. Grissom relayed to Brass what had happened.

'I am a Crime Scene Investigator, but in this case, there is no Crime Scene for me to Investigate'

WHO ARE YOU...WHO, WHO. WHO, WHO....plays CSI Song

Xiaohei is 30 years old.

Need I say more?

I made him a chocolate tart (failed) and chicken pot pie for his special birthday dinner. We had the Gohs down for dinner and Xin Sui made my favourite rosti.

It was a simple night, but i hope it was special for him

Happy Birthday my 30 year old husband.

I don;t know why but now that all the aches and pain are gone, I feel like going for another 13 mile half marathon.

Is running addictive?

For those who are interested and I can;t imagine who can be, my 2 middle toes that was bruised from the half marathon is now dark purplish red in colour.

Is my toes turning black and drop off?

We are Finishers!!!!

We went. We conquered! 13.1 miles around Quantico.

I am so proud of ourselves. Blacks finished just after 2 hours and even though I came in about 55 mins after him, I finished nonetheless!

Jogged, walked, stopped, jogged, walked. In whatever order you put it, we crossed the finishing line.

Now, as I sit comfortably on my couch with my feet in a foot massager. I look back and wonder whether the sense of achievement is worth the pain on my feet. Bad shoes. I have 2 middle toes with bruising underneath the nail which I am convince my nail is gonna drop off.

Of course its worth it! My baby said he is proud of me.

不知道为什么每当我在国外的时候，我都非常喜欢听华语歌曲。开车， 玩电脑，运动时，都会喜欢听到刘德华，陈奕迅， 张学友 或 郑秀文， 郑伊健和周杰伦唱他们的歌给我听。给我一种情切得感觉。

我想在这里答谢我的大姐。她真得太了解我了，送了三包块熟面和一包koala牌的巧克力饼干给我。不用说，我和小黑在三十六个钟头以内把全部都吃光了。虽然现在有一点后悔没把它们留起来， 可是我们真的吃道很开心。好像回到家。

现在正在听着周杰伦的菊花台

Autumn has arrive.

While we enjoy watching the change in weather, the leaves are starting to dry and go red. The humidity has gone down. We are also awe by the suddenly drop in temperature. I believe it was only last week that we had a sweltering 80-90 degree (30-35) weather with high humidity and no wind. Its Monday morning and I woke up in 48 degree (9) weather outside, the sun is suddenly a very welcoming source of warmth and our temperature in the house at 77 degree has also suddenly became a sigh of relieve when we step in.

I guess its time to bring all our winter clothes out from way back in the closet.

PS to Elin: Now I know why my bro-in-law loves his sweats....would really like to have some on now!

We wonder how are we going to survive in winter....Blacks probably can't because he's got school but I have this thought of digging a hole in the ground, line it up with fleece and blankets and hibernate for the remaining time here. If animals can do that, why not us?

But I also can't wait to have steamboat soon in this weather. Its just the absolute perfect environment for a hot steaming bowl of soup with everything in it. Will be just like the movies.

For now, its back to my already cold plate of fried rice and then huddle up in bed.

I shall head to the sauna later to keep warm. Hooray to the free gym!

I woke up this morning, cutting short the strangest dream.

I dreamt of my late English teacher, Miss Peh Yam Choo. She was walking and I was calling after her. After shouting several times of 'Miss Peh', I shouted her name 'Yam Choo'. Only then she turned around.

After catching up with her, she just smiled at me and said, 'I thought you were angry with me when you shouted my name. Now I just see that you are happy to see me.'

Then she hailed a cab and left.

Here becomes a bit ridiculous, because the scene changed and it was a malay food stall. This lady was just starting to cook something and this lady was Miss Peh. A short/stout Malay man came by and asked what I was doing at his stall. Then he told me about how he married Miss Peh and now her name was Ria. Also, that he married her cos he thought she was sweet and she liked chickened.

I turned to Miss Peh and asked is that the real reason for leaving her job as a teacher? She just smiled. Then after that, I followed up with a question on her career after she chose to leave, even after a coupla of headhunters wanted her, why she chose to just be married and sell malay food.

She smiled at me. Before she could answer my question, I woke up.

I am a Benevolent Creator???

http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=efuetNbmrubguXg-HO-ADDDA-e631

Lemme know if you think its true for me

Spent the Saturday at DC with the Gohs and Willie again. This time we stop by Silver Springs to have dim sum and wow, it was as close to home as it could get. Though of cos, nothing compares to my dear mom-in-law's dim sum but it made me really happy.

Then under the sweltering heat (again), we proceeded to the Halocast Musuem. The exhibit area was huge and very well organise, starting from how Hilter rose to power and what actually happened. But after 2 sections, I felt too disturbed to continue and left to wait for the rest.

Really don't wanna talk too much about it because I don;t think anyone can understand what really happened unless you are really there. Im just disturb by how humans can do such a thing to humans. We are all the same arent we?

Don;t you hate it when there isnt enough milk for your cereal? Im currently suffering a milk deficiency in my cereal bowl and im not satisfired with breakfast!

Just came back from dinner at Siti and Rob's. Siti made fabulous Mexican food and I gorged myself.

Very shamelessly, I attempted to make chocolate cake with chocolate icing but it doesn't look at the picture in the book at all! But it doesnt taste all that bad.

So we are back home and I'm feeling bloaty and probably gonna turn in early today.

But before I do, enjoy this song by Plain White T's. Initially wanted to share "Hey there Delilah' with you but I stumbled across this and found it very quirky.

Hate is a strong word. But I really really really don't like you.

Our weekend in DC

Been wanting to blog this for a while.

Last week, 5 of us (the gohs, us and willie) drove down to Washington Zoo. Now, this zoo is amazing. Firstly because its FREE. Secondly, its HUGE. And THEY HAVE PANDAS.

But this I gotta admit, there is probably a reason why Singapore make you pay an arm and a leg for entrance to the zoo. While the DC Zoo was great, we didn't really see a lot of animals. I dunno, maybe we were just unlucky. Actually we were, but I'll tell u in a bit. Most of the animals were 'non-existent' or sleeping. Or you need sniper eyes (thanks Willie) to spot them.

The panda was breath taking though, and we were lucky enough to be at the enclosure just as Tian Tian (the male panda) woke from his nap and walked around his enclosure a bit before going into the back room (not visible to public) to probably sleep more. But I felt a little cheated by the zoo volunteer who said that the other 2 pandas are roaming around at the other enclosure if we just walk down the road. After walking down and saw nothing, willie came back to a empty tian tian enclosure and realised the zoo volunteer was probably just regurgitating a script. Cos she was saying the exact same thing!!

Now, lemme tell you why luck wasnt with us. Firstly, about 15 mins into the drive towards DC, Sihou's suddenly realise there is no petrol in the car! And the petrol sign came on!!!! I suffer from petrol anxiety, by that i mean i get nervous when petrol runs low ie, 1/4 tank. So seeing that petrol sign was just nerve wrecking for me. But well, it was an Audi and he said it should last us til DC so i just try to focus on other things.

Then, we have had lovely weather all week. Cool and breezy, cold even some days. But somehow on the day we decided to go to the zoo...it was freaking 40C and the sun was blistering!

After the zoo, we sat our scalding ass down at a Malaysian restaurant. Not before making about 3 wrong turns and 10 mins spent looking for parking. By that time, I was hungry and we were all looking forward to good local food. But it was a let down. My mee goreng was bland and not spicy at all, willie's beef hor fun was just oily, hei's curry laksa tasted like indian curry.

One fun thing happened tho. We gatecrashed a open house at Georgetown University. Entered one of their function halls where they were serving food, and helped ourselves to the refreshing lemonade...haha.

It was fun being back in school again.

I can't help it. So proud of my husband....Top in class!!! Full marks!!!

My next career move

I have decided, my next career of choice will be the mascot/spokesperson of Handiplast. Seems like I have a plaster on me every week...Last week, I chopped my left ring finger, it grazed my cuticle and left a cut on my nail. Then I dropped one of my bowls and a piece came flying at my feet and pricked it, leaving a gapping hole on my right feet.

Today, just first day of the week, I 'chopped' my left index finger while sharpening my knife and...well you can see from the picture.

So how about it...am I eligible?

The King

'And while I can think, while I can talk
While I can stand, while I can walk
While I can dream, please let my dream'

I dunno if its because I am so much closer to Memphis and there is some supernatural spiritual power, or because it has just been an Elvis week. (Elvis's death annivesary just passed on 16th Aug). But I've been on such an Elvis mood, and it helps because telly here shows a lot of Elvis lately.

I promised myself that I will make that trip to Memphis and see graceland and pay homage to the King at least once while Im here. Think this would make my dad so proud.

So what issit? When I watch his documentary, tears actually well up my eyes and i feel a slight ache that such a great (and so hot looking) man passed. But i think partly I always see my dad when i watch Elvis.

And I miss my dad so much.

I stumbled across this article...how to be the perfect wife.

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/153701/how_to_be_the_perfect_wife.html

it talks aboout how the perfect wife maintains the harmonic balance in the house. laugh at jokes that have been told repeatedly. Cleans up after the husband's mess. cover her husband with the blanket in the middle of the night. cook the husband's favourite dishes...and if she doesnt know...learn.

im so not the perfect wife.

what does that make me? currently, a slob with clouds print PJs..

We hosted Sihou & Xinsui, Willie and Chris for a Nasi Lemak Party. Coconut rice, fried chicken wings, hard boiled eggs, sayur lodeh, fried peanuts and bagadel almost made the environment home. For 20 mins, it actually seem like Singapore.

Though, if we are in Singapore, we would be having this party in Serangoon and we will be having Punggol Nasi Lemak after paying $50. Ahh, and sweating like pigs.

But well, i think the effort was well done and I truly am proud of our attempt. My great husband spent the entire afternoon frying up all the chicken wings and bagadel. I had the easy job of sayur lodeh only....

Chao Shao Bao. We all like Cha Shao Bao

Ok I know it doesnt look very asthetic but I made this char siew bao from scratched! Marinated the pork. Followed up roasting of the pork into char siew and chopped into small pieces. Made and knead the dough and 'shaped' it.

So it looks bad...and it doesnt taste nothing like my mother-in-law. Her char siew baos had fluffy light skins and aromatic flavourful char siew when you break it open...makes me water now just thinking about it.

But nonetheless, I am proud. Hei is gonna attempt next.

Washington last Sunday

After driving a good 45 mins and another 15 mins looking for parking, we finally arrive in Washington DC.

The landscape was exactly like what I watch in movies like Independence Day (minus the blowing up of White house), Forrest Gump (minus the hippies on the lawn) and many other movies set in the capital.

Unfortunately it was simply too hot for us to really submerge in the environment, breathe and taste the air...all we breathed was hot stale air and tasted the sodium that was in the beads of sweat trickling down my cheeks.

Nonetheless we had a great time. Spent 2 hours in the National Air and Space Museum where I must admit, I was kinda bored after the first hour. And then walked down National Mall (thats where Jenny was running when she spotted Forrest, when Forrest was giving a speech on the Vietnam War) and towards Capitol Hill. After that, we very quickly down a cup of diet pepsi. Hit the met to get our car and headed home...Ahhh good ol' air conditioning.

I didn't believe how outraged i was when I watched this so-called documentary. Why oh why oh why is a Singapore thing such a big thing for the world? As a Singaporean myself, I used to love chewing gum too. And when they banned it, I was upset but today, it doesnt bother me anymore and I see the benefits behind it.

How come something that (mebbe to me) is so trival led to this film maker saying things like 'taking away rights', 'oppressed citizens'. When you 'critize' others, do you not look at your own reflection in the mirror? It's really so much easier to pass judgement?

If you are a Singaporean like me, I'm sure you have a lot of 'complaints' about our Singapore government and have heard many many more 'complaints' from others (taxi drivers for one...hee) but I really don;t think its a bad place to live. Sure its expensive...and stifling at times. But its safe, its clean and the economy is relative resilient. Is it that bad?

I dunno...maybe Im just ignorant...maybe Im just a patriot.

1 month in fast food nation and look how big my butt got!!!