some more crap

I am so proud of myself. I finally remembered to ask the coffeeshop uncle and came to a revelation that the brown crispy stuff in Tau Kua Paus are not, contrary to popular belief, lard or some other kind of disgustingly fattening substance. But rather... fried yam!!! It's funny how people can eat it for 2-3 decades of their lives and be happily ignorant about what goes through their bodies.

Saw Pepper the cat again today, and she was as sweet as ever. :) Though she's prolly slightly blind on one eye. I wonder if animals can see colour, and how much detail in their existence actually matters to them.

Am I what I protray myself to be... laid back and relaxed... or am I somewhat intrinsically uptight and anxious? When I follow a lead, is it the fear of making mistakes that makes my frame rigid? Is my eagerness to be able to anticipate the next move a result of wanting to do it right at first go? Thus the lead needs to reassure, to be firm but relaxed; strong yet gentle; decisive yet accommodating.

I'm a ball!

Was greeted by our groomer this morning with a "Do you want to join the hunt?" Apparently, a hospitalised stray cat had.. er.. escaped. Considering how he got through a cage door, a surgery room door, an office door, up the stairs and out the window into the wild, I must take my hat off to him. Several people proceeded to search the area for him, much like rummaging through a needle in a haystack. Actually, it's more like searching for ONE live bacteria or flagellate in a toilet bowl.
Morning madness aside, it was happily announced that my roster has tentatively changed yet again- I'm back to North and taken outta Springside! One branch is paying another for me, and a colleague aptly commented that I'm like a ball.. one of those squishy ones with eyes. Rollin around. Ugh. Makes me wonder when this tiresome game is gonna end, though I know I'd brought it all upon myself to begin with.

fuzz

"there are only 2 things which are infinite: the universe; and the stupidity of man."
-arland quoting dennis quoting Einstein.

I was going to record this on friday but I forgot. Saw a review for a lovely feline called Pepper who'd been run over by a car a couple of weeks back. When I first saw her, she had multiple broken skull bones, a fractured hard palate, a bulging left eye and a broken lower jaw. We all thought that she might sustain some permanent brain or eye damage, but after a feeding tube, a repair of the skin wounds and hard palate, she made a remarkable recovery and was almost completely back to normal on friday. The thing is that... she seemed to recognise us. She purred and was completely contented having me stroke her, though her owner insisted that she usually was afraid of the vet. Her owner said that she knew, and I think she really knew, that we'd helped to save her life. It was amazing because I haven't yet come across an animal who has shown such obvious appreciation of our efforts to help them, but rather have had most of them attempt to..er... maul us. It was really a warm and fuzzy feeling. :)

Got to the rooftop of the Esplanade with Ruth tonight, at last. The vending machine there is cute, and sells cute jap drinks! God gives us some friends who become kindred spirits, and she's certainly a shining angel in my life. Didn't realise that in primary school when we constantly squabbled and pulled each others' hair out though. >.<

Well then, it's a monday tomorrow, and I wonder if it'll be blue.

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4 castrations today, 8 balls, 2 retained. :P
Oh another note, my grandpa and uncle were talking about the DHL hot air balloon which has been hanging around the city lately. (or has it been there for ages?) Well yeah it is attached to the ground by a string. But it is also 40 storeys high and is the closest you can get to a.. erm.. real one. Costs around $20 to get up for 10mins, but, in my opinion, still very much more worth the money than that bungee ride thing in Clarke Quay. :P
Also finally got down to bringing up to my parents the fact that they'd been saying "kueh-tu-pat" and "bang-ge-wan solo" forever, causing their poor daughter widespread ridicule. >.<

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Just before heading out from the clinic orchard this evening, I hung around reception talking to a couple of my colleagues. I mentioned how it was late and yet I was going out for dinner, and how I'd probably be zoned-out again tomorrow. And our nice transport guy, also hanging around, picked up my comment and went - "Oh no, life is short, you can't say that. U gotta do things. Make use of your time. You're only young once." A reflection of my sentiments.
My name is 'green'. Green could mean a few things, as pointed out by a few people today. The colour; youth; envy; naivety. I'm probably a combination of those. Particulary envious of other people's abilities, getting into viscous-cycling-conversations, believing that people are cool, even if they don't feel so themselves. Isn't it ironic.
I saw a beautiful white dress yesterday which I should get for next saturday's wedding. I wonder how one can spend $600 on 29 pieces of clothing in a day, when the struggle to spend $99 already makes me procrastinate so much that my size will probably be gone by the time I make a decision.
Staccatoed thoughts aren't these. Immersing oneself in a myriad musings tends to help in filling the blanket void.

Things I did today.

I find it a little difficult to start sharing again like that. I don't know what to share about, or what matters to anyone. I suppose blogging is really a kind of self-gratification; letting people in bit-by-bit into things which might not bother them at all, but which you'd like them to know anyway, which you'd like them to learn about you.
Someone adequately put it- "my mind drives me crazy". I happened to chance upon an open diary of a 19 year old single mum with a 2 year old daughter, entitled "life and times of a teenage mum". It put things into perspective.
I went with Christine and pierced my right upper ear today after 2 yrs of putting it off. It seems to take a certain kind of trauma in my life to make me do stuff like that. To make me remember certain things. The belly ring was due to a night at AE, though it's now only a scar to show for. When the event overwhelmingly shadows the hesitance and contemplation of something as totally trivial as getting a ear pierced, I realise I do not need to waste any time and effort pondering over it. Carpe Diem.
Got that pair of slippers with mushroom prints on it. Literally slipping back into an old shoe. No need to endure unnecessary physical pain just to look good in high heels for the world.
Wondered again why Paterson is pronounced as Patterson.

Time

I will start writing again, dearies, I will. It will take me time to get used to it again, to share as much as my heart feels. I trust that time is instrumental in the Lord's deliverence of His soothing peaceful touch upon man's spirit.