Grow Up.
Already past QC and still sulking like a kid.
Damn.
So spoilt.
Get over it.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Hair Growing Dairy - Day 9
Looking better by the day doesn't she?
Well, maybe a little on the wild side... LOL... but at least all the holes on her sculp are now nicely filled.
She will be having another growth spurt today as the sun is merciless... 30 degress... can you imagine? Makes me crave for a chilled pint of beer. Too bad I can't drink. Gives me a headache the next day.
I wonder how much hair Xiao Mai Cao Tou can support on her little head.
I'm guessing at least 6-7 inches before she topples over.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Hair Growing Dairy - Day 7 & 8
After a long wait of 7 days, Xiao Mai Cao Tou finally sprouted some hair!!!
Didn't realise that it takes almost a week for wheatgrass to germinate.
I thought it was only going to take 2-3 days like green and red beans.
And a day later ... more hair!!
That's the little tub I put her in. Used to hold cherry tomatos which is one of my favourite snacks by the way. Made sure she was well hydrated before I left for college this morning. Hmm... perhaps I should have taken the trouble to rearrange the seeds before I started soaking her cos it looks like she is going to get some facial hair in the next couple of days... well, nothing that a pair of scissors wouldn't solve... hee hee
Didn't realise that it takes almost a week for wheatgrass to germinate.
I thought it was only going to take 2-3 days like green and red beans.
And a day later ... more hair!!
That's the little tub I put her in. Used to hold cherry tomatos which is one of my favourite snacks by the way. Made sure she was well hydrated before I left for college this morning. Hmm... perhaps I should have taken the trouble to rearrange the seeds before I started soaking her cos it looks like she is going to get some facial hair in the next couple of days... well, nothing that a pair of scissors wouldn't solve... hee hee
Friday, August 26, 2005
Departures
Yet another friend is returning to Lyon.
Although I have learnt not to get too attached to the people I meet in this fluid academic circle, I'll miss her friendly face in the lab and so will many in her lunch group I believe.
With very best wishes I shall send off this friend.
Although I have learnt not to get too attached to the people I meet in this fluid academic circle, I'll miss her friendly face in the lab and so will many in her lunch group I believe.
With very best wishes I shall send off this friend.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Unusual Clinic Activities?
I've just re-read the intro that I wrote for hebetudeclinic and realised what an unusually high number of blog entries I have this month. The postings are most certainly not 'once in few moons' though it's true that I have been spending alot of my time in front of the square box. *LOL*
Oh well, what the heck. September might be a drought period since I shall be away, so won't bother changing it for the moment.
ps: nothing has changed except I've taken to emailing my posts, though I've not figured out if I can do the same with the pictures. So there.
Oh well, what the heck. September might be a drought period since I shall be away, so won't bother changing it for the moment.
ps: nothing has changed except I've taken to emailing my posts, though I've not figured out if I can do the same with the pictures. So there.
Hair Growing Dairy - Day 0
May I introduce you...my new companion from Cameron highlands...
<-- Xiao mai cao tou (quite cute isn't she?)
Fancy her coming all the way here to grow her hair... *chuckle* Perhaps the cooler weather is more agreeable? Well, well, we shall have to wait and see...
With all good intentions to help her settle in and make her comfortable,
1. First, I washed her cute little stubby feet...
2. Next comes the head
3.
Then full front dip4. Read somewhere that increased bloodflow to the sculp can encourage hair growth, so there you go, the classic yoga move...
5. And finally, a nice long soak in the water bath. But oh dear, she does look quite miserable... poor little thing... maybe my special welcome spa package was too much for her...
Nevermind. I'm sure she'll be all smiles again when her hair starts sprouting... heehee...
Monday, August 22, 2005
DC Nychthemeron
As they always say about new words, use it or lose it, so I have been thinking of something meaningful to write about the new word I've learnt today:
Nyc(h)themeron = a 24-hour period, comprising of day and night segments.
DC = roman numeral representation of 600.
So there you go, 600 cycles of days and nights.
That will be the number of days I am with MX tomorrow.
He reminded me on more than one occasion that everyday we spend together is special and we should treat each day like an anniversary, celebrate every moment we share, and though I accept his view on this, it has not stopped me from creating special occasions to celebrate.
After all, we will only share 600 nychthemerons once. Just like age, the number will only grow with time, only the more the merrier! :D
So while our 601 nychthemerons may not be any different from our 599 nychthemerons, it's still a humble milestone in our lives, a testament to our budding romance and the foundation to a future of many more cycles of days and nights to come.
Nyc(h)themeron = a 24-hour period, comprising of day and night segments.
DC = roman numeral representation of 600.
So there you go, 600 cycles of days and nights.
That will be the number of days I am with MX tomorrow.
He reminded me on more than one occasion that everyday we spend together is special and we should treat each day like an anniversary, celebrate every moment we share, and though I accept his view on this, it has not stopped me from creating special occasions to celebrate.
After all, we will only share 600 nychthemerons once. Just like age, the number will only grow with time, only the more the merrier! :D
So while our 601 nychthemerons may not be any different from our 599 nychthemerons, it's still a humble milestone in our lives, a testament to our budding romance and the foundation to a future of many more cycles of days and nights to come.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Black Tops Day
How weird is it?
Today I woke up to the sound of rain. Not the usual London drizzle but the November monsoon rain we have back home. The smell of wet grass and humidity. The dark grey sky. The stubborn pitter-patter of tiny raindrops on a mission to last till sunset, and till sunrise if they can.
Today I wore a black top. Just picked it out for no particular reason. It was the first long-sleeve top that caught my eye as I scanned through my wardrobe this morning. Better to be wearing sleeves as it might be cold I thought.
Today all the ladies in my office came in black tops. That makes 5 of us, not counting in the lucky V who is back home in summer Greece now getting a tan. For all we know she might be wearing a black spaghetti dress. After lunch, a girl from another section walked into my office also dressed in black. Whoa, that is too much of a coincidence. I had to email G and J about this and ask them what they are wearing.
Today my friends wore black tops too. J had a red belt but I told her that doesn't count. Without accessories, she is still theoretically wearing black. As a joke I suggested asking the only guy in our little group what he is wearing today. It doesn't seem fair to leave C out of our e-conversations just because the entire discussion is about girls in black tops.
Today, C informed us he wore a striped black shirt to work. But C NEVER wears black. I've never seen him in even a black T-shirt before. That aside, this is getting ridiculous and also a little freaky.
Feeling stifled by the lack of colour already? I am. But should I be surprised by the trend? No. Londoners dress according to weather I suppose. Winter months spells the end to the luminous pink and wild orange that people don the moment they smell signs of a sunny day. You can literally read the seasons by the colour people wear more than the thickness of their coats. It felt like summer is over already and everyone is mourning in their black tops. Where is that second heat wave they promised? Will I get to wear my favourite sandals tomorrow?
I name today the Black Tops Day. I hope I'll keep it in my memory because the next time I wake up to rain, I promise to wear something shockingly bright. :D
Today I woke up to the sound of rain. Not the usual London drizzle but the November monsoon rain we have back home. The smell of wet grass and humidity. The dark grey sky. The stubborn pitter-patter of tiny raindrops on a mission to last till sunset, and till sunrise if they can.
Today I wore a black top. Just picked it out for no particular reason. It was the first long-sleeve top that caught my eye as I scanned through my wardrobe this morning. Better to be wearing sleeves as it might be cold I thought.
Today all the ladies in my office came in black tops. That makes 5 of us, not counting in the lucky V who is back home in summer Greece now getting a tan. For all we know she might be wearing a black spaghetti dress. After lunch, a girl from another section walked into my office also dressed in black. Whoa, that is too much of a coincidence. I had to email G and J about this and ask them what they are wearing.
Today my friends wore black tops too. J had a red belt but I told her that doesn't count. Without accessories, she is still theoretically wearing black. As a joke I suggested asking the only guy in our little group what he is wearing today. It doesn't seem fair to leave C out of our e-conversations just because the entire discussion is about girls in black tops.
Today, C informed us he wore a striped black shirt to work. But C NEVER wears black. I've never seen him in even a black T-shirt before. That aside, this is getting ridiculous and also a little freaky.
Feeling stifled by the lack of colour already? I am. But should I be surprised by the trend? No. Londoners dress according to weather I suppose. Winter months spells the end to the luminous pink and wild orange that people don the moment they smell signs of a sunny day. You can literally read the seasons by the colour people wear more than the thickness of their coats. It felt like summer is over already and everyone is mourning in their black tops. Where is that second heat wave they promised? Will I get to wear my favourite sandals tomorrow?
I name today the Black Tops Day. I hope I'll keep it in my memory because the next time I wake up to rain, I promise to wear something shockingly bright. :D
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Body Balance
I've just been to this really cool gym class recently that is a fusion of Taichi, Pilates and Yoga moves, all synchronised to a great selection of songs.
Usually, I prefer non-committal exercises like jogging which gives me the autonomy of deciding when and how much I want to exercise each time. I do sign up for classes once in a while, to try out new programmes, but none has got me as excited as this Body Balance class which I eagerly look forward to every week. Most of my gym classes get boring after a while and some are just not enjoyable.
Say yoga for instance, the meditation is great, but I hate the oils. And the current teacher is too ambitious with the pace for me, not giving my muscles enough time to stretch and for me to find my core, hence usually leaving me feeling flustered instead of fulfilled and relaxed after the lessons.
The Pilate class is better, lots and lots of stretching, really helped with my posture and strengthening all those unused muscles that I never knew existed, but the teacher doesn't teach much beyond the basic level so there was no incentive to return to class.
The body balance class is just a new thing I have tried out of curiosity, admittedly being sceptical about fusion stuffs in general, but the teacher never fails to amaze me with her creativity with the moves. She reinvents the movements every months, so there is always something new to pick up and perfect every eight lessons. Her moves are simple and elegant, choreographed with the grace and understanding of balance you would expect from a ballerina, and the beauty of them lies in the ease of adjusting the difficulty level.
And the music... oh, her marvellous choice of music is a mixture of soft rock, jazz, Celtic, nature... all blending in nicely with the exercises and setting a suitable rhythm. I am sure I'll miss her music if I ever go back to attending one of the Yoga or Pilate classes. I have never been disappointed in her classes so far and they always make me feel fulfilled with all the stretching and surprisingly alert and relaxed.
Well, in this case I think the teacher has to be given the greatest credit for making the class enjoyable and for sustaining my interests. There are just so many activities supposedly good for us out there but very often I find myself lacking the discipline to following them through. And of course some pursuits are just not worth our commitment these days so I'm really glad that I've finally found one that is both beneficial for me and also immensely enjoyable. I don't think commitment or discipline becomes much of an issue when I find something I like because I look forward to doing it so much. Maybe people feel stressed about the activities they plan for themselves because they don't genuinely enjoy doing them.
Usually, I prefer non-committal exercises like jogging which gives me the autonomy of deciding when and how much I want to exercise each time. I do sign up for classes once in a while, to try out new programmes, but none has got me as excited as this Body Balance class which I eagerly look forward to every week. Most of my gym classes get boring after a while and some are just not enjoyable.
Say yoga for instance, the meditation is great, but I hate the oils. And the current teacher is too ambitious with the pace for me, not giving my muscles enough time to stretch and for me to find my core, hence usually leaving me feeling flustered instead of fulfilled and relaxed after the lessons.
The Pilate class is better, lots and lots of stretching, really helped with my posture and strengthening all those unused muscles that I never knew existed, but the teacher doesn't teach much beyond the basic level so there was no incentive to return to class.
The body balance class is just a new thing I have tried out of curiosity, admittedly being sceptical about fusion stuffs in general, but the teacher never fails to amaze me with her creativity with the moves. She reinvents the movements every months, so there is always something new to pick up and perfect every eight lessons. Her moves are simple and elegant, choreographed with the grace and understanding of balance you would expect from a ballerina, and the beauty of them lies in the ease of adjusting the difficulty level.
And the music... oh, her marvellous choice of music is a mixture of soft rock, jazz, Celtic, nature... all blending in nicely with the exercises and setting a suitable rhythm. I am sure I'll miss her music if I ever go back to attending one of the Yoga or Pilate classes. I have never been disappointed in her classes so far and they always make me feel fulfilled with all the stretching and surprisingly alert and relaxed.
Well, in this case I think the teacher has to be given the greatest credit for making the class enjoyable and for sustaining my interests. There are just so many activities supposedly good for us out there but very often I find myself lacking the discipline to following them through. And of course some pursuits are just not worth our commitment these days so I'm really glad that I've finally found one that is both beneficial for me and also immensely enjoyable. I don't think commitment or discipline becomes much of an issue when I find something I like because I look forward to doing it so much. Maybe people feel stressed about the activities they plan for themselves because they don't genuinely enjoy doing them.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
I am a...
Swa-ku...
Frog in well...
Naff...
Outdated...
eBlogger!!
Never realise I could just email an entry directly into my account. *eyes rolling*
Well, it this email thingie works, then I might consider writing in once in a couple of sunny days, subjected to weather changes of course! ...LOL
Frog in well...
Naff...
Outdated...
eBlogger!!
Never realise I could just email an entry directly into my account. *eyes rolling*
Well, it this email thingie works, then I might consider writing in once in a couple of sunny days, subjected to weather changes of course! ...LOL
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
What does activity filled weekends mean?
I miss my solitude weekends!!
2 precious days of sleeping in late, curling up with a book, making a series of phone calls to hear the voice of people I care about is all I want to do sometimes.
A change in lifestyle or old habits can be such a pain. It has only been 2 months since I started striving for a more balanced weekend, i.e. going by the "one day out and one day home" rule of thumb, and I'm already pinning for my die-hard habits. Not that I don't enjoy the activities that I've added to my schedules so far... lets see: 2 movies, 3 cookouts, 1 house-warming, 1 BBQ, 1 open-air concert (by the way I watched one of Ibrahim Ferrer's last shows in London before he passed away after completing his Europe tour. He was 94 I believe.), 1 dedicated shopping day and well, 1 day stuck in my bed taking my own sweet time devouring HP6. Aha! That's not technically a "one day out" activity, but I consider it as a 'date' with Harry Potter (I meant the character, not Daniel! I'm not a phedophile!), and needless to say, I re-read the whole book on Sunday... hehe...
And for the coming weeks, I have badminton this weekend, BBC Proms, hopefully salsa classes next week, a tim-sum gathering in the planning as we speak, a trip planned for Freiburg to visit a dear old friend, a trip weekafter to Geneva, another cookout (this time by yours truly), 1 weekend to show some new friends around and dear Mummy and Big-Aunt might be visiting so my social life sounds jolly well planned out so far. (if no more incidents happen in London that is! *touchwood*)
So what exactly does activity filled weekend means?
- I'm too used to 2 rest days a week, hence I tend to oversleep on Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday and Friday, till it's Saturday again.
- Going out in the afternoon means I'll miss the 'talking window' with my loved ones back home when they come home from their activities.
- Whatever happened to my "one day college, one day home" weekend plan that is supposed to help me finish up and relocate back home faster?
- The more I'm out, the more I want to lock myself in my room. Am I suffering withdrawal symptoms? *gasps*
- I think I just sooooo miss my usual weekend habits that my system is craving for some old normacy, which I also think makes me a more introverted person, so that's a no-go-zone.
- Excessive craving for hometime also makes me help out more with the sales slump problem in UK with the secret hope that when I dry up my reserves, I'll have no financial means to go out. Good for the economy. Bad for my pockets.
- I've lessened my obsessions with sudoku and spider solitare. (wouldn't want to end up like that Korean guy who died from exhaustion after playing 3 days of online game would I?)
So what am I going to do?
Oh, isn't that obvious? The weekends have already been planned out! I'll stick to them of course, and in due time, I shall think less and get out more for a healthier me. =)
2 precious days of sleeping in late, curling up with a book, making a series of phone calls to hear the voice of people I care about is all I want to do sometimes.
A change in lifestyle or old habits can be such a pain. It has only been 2 months since I started striving for a more balanced weekend, i.e. going by the "one day out and one day home" rule of thumb, and I'm already pinning for my die-hard habits. Not that I don't enjoy the activities that I've added to my schedules so far... lets see: 2 movies, 3 cookouts, 1 house-warming, 1 BBQ, 1 open-air concert (by the way I watched one of Ibrahim Ferrer's last shows in London before he passed away after completing his Europe tour. He was 94 I believe.), 1 dedicated shopping day and well, 1 day stuck in my bed taking my own sweet time devouring HP6. Aha! That's not technically a "one day out" activity, but I consider it as a 'date' with Harry Potter (I meant the character, not Daniel! I'm not a phedophile!), and needless to say, I re-read the whole book on Sunday... hehe...
And for the coming weeks, I have badminton this weekend, BBC Proms, hopefully salsa classes next week, a tim-sum gathering in the planning as we speak, a trip planned for Freiburg to visit a dear old friend, a trip weekafter to Geneva, another cookout (this time by yours truly), 1 weekend to show some new friends around and dear Mummy and Big-Aunt might be visiting so my social life sounds jolly well planned out so far. (if no more incidents happen in London that is! *touchwood*)
So what exactly does activity filled weekend means?
- I'm too used to 2 rest days a week, hence I tend to oversleep on Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday and Friday, till it's Saturday again.
- Going out in the afternoon means I'll miss the 'talking window' with my loved ones back home when they come home from their activities.
- Whatever happened to my "one day college, one day home" weekend plan that is supposed to help me finish up and relocate back home faster?
- The more I'm out, the more I want to lock myself in my room. Am I suffering withdrawal symptoms? *gasps*
- I think I just sooooo miss my usual weekend habits that my system is craving for some old normacy, which I also think makes me a more introverted person, so that's a no-go-zone.
- Excessive craving for hometime also makes me help out more with the sales slump problem in UK with the secret hope that when I dry up my reserves, I'll have no financial means to go out. Good for the economy. Bad for my pockets.
- I've lessened my obsessions with sudoku and spider solitare. (wouldn't want to end up like that Korean guy who died from exhaustion after playing 3 days of online game would I?)
So what am I going to do?
Oh, isn't that obvious? The weekends have already been planned out! I'll stick to them of course, and in due time, I shall think less and get out more for a healthier me. =)
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