MOCHA lang healthy

Since I had switched jobs, I had been buying bread in advance for breakfast as I no longer pass by any place where I can get food before work.

My last breakfast purchase was a pack of six wheat rolls from a local bakeshop. I won't bother with the name of the place as it is as good as any generic shop--being at the middle of a hawker center. (It might be of interest to you though, that they sell pork floss, crouching tiger hidden bacon and other Bread Talk knock offs.)

You can imagine my shock when I bit into it and discovered that it is 3/4 mocha icing inside. Sore throat :(

sundate

I think I'm still exhausted (and full) from Sunday. And it's already Tuesday!

(Collage by ATT.)

i got mail

Emails, letters or messages that make me feel something are not those that are about affection towards me, but those about honest admittance of helplessness from a need, a want, a whim, a situation, a person, a feeling, an act, what have you. Not because I applaud weakness (and I do not see these necessarily as signs of weakness), but because there is grace in disclosure of vulnerability. Maybe it is the idea of their faith that I am someone they can trust that overwhelms me.

There are two of such that stand out for me.

The first, I received eighteen months ago and the other, last night.

the day before today ;)

Whenever my Mom traveled and the opportunity to buy specialty cloth presents itself to her, she takes it.

There was this particular one that I always wanted (but never asked for). I secretly hoped that one day, it would be mine (without me asking for it).

Yesterday, that day happened.

Hope.

This might just kick start my sewing again :)

(I am, by the way liking the polarize app!)

left behind

I never grow my fingernails.

Yesterday while eating one of my favorite chicken wings in Singapore, I noticed that I accidentally left out the thumb nail of my right hand the last time I trimmed. It's no biggie as I cut quite frequently that it is only a little bit more than a millimeter longer than the rest--still, I couldn't wait to get home and take care of it for it was the only nail with a (very thin) white rainbow on top.

Boooooo.

something I do

I have a quirk.

I'm sure I have more than a few. But today, in the middle of the act, I thought to myself "this is odd".

Time : 1115 AM
Location: Kitchen
Attire : Night shirt
Props : Microwave, fork, plate, soap, sponge, bacon carbonara fettuccine

I took out the leftover pasta and set it aside.

I grabbed a plate and a fork and started putting some food into my plate.

I returned the container to the ref.

I opened the microwave, placed the plateful of fettuccine inside, covered it, closed the oven, set the time to 45 seconds and started reheating.

I got the fork I used to transfer the fettuccine into the plate and started washing it to get rid of the cold remains from the transfer.

I took out the food and the newly washed fork so I could eat.

Did you manage to catch my quirk?

49ers

A guy friend tells me that his lower and upper limits for the age of the women--or girls he dates are -10 and + 5 of his age, respectively. He however feels that next year it would be adjusted to -11 and + 4. Hence it is better expressed as:

LL = 29 (his current age) - 10 - X
UL = 29 (his current age) + 4 - X

where X = year(s) past 2009

Okay genius. So you've realized that there is no point in having a formula as the UL and LL are constants as the increments offset one another.

After much ado, 19 and 33.

Another guy friend tells me that his age bracket his LL is perpetually 24, while his UL is open to negotiation based on the female's physical appearance. Very deep guy, if you ask me.

And this brings us to my LL and UL.

There was some argument about my LL, so I guess I am unable to give a number just yet. My UL would be + 7 of my age. Anyone older that that is older than my brother. It would be too weird.

What does this mean? It means that there is just no way, I am going for a 49er.

(Although, bachelor #2 does has a point. Hmmmmm.)