blogger's block

I should be taking a bath now. Am smelly, sweaty and I really need to wash my hair. But what I am doing? Eating kimchi, drinking tea with one leg crossed under me on the chair and typing in here at the same time.

Note to self: Cannot buy this brand of kimchi anymore. Not spicy or crunchy enough. Isetan's Jap supermarket still has the best.

I am having blogger's block. Ever since I wrote the first post on the 20th June, I have not been able to write anything which I deem is of enough interest to my dearest friends for whom I started this blog for, since these days we don't have much time for each other while some are far far away.

So I am going to tell you about my latest love affair with Mr Bean. Not the Rowan Atkinson version lah... eeeeee...I mean the soybean-everything kiosks that have been popping up islandwide, even here in my little HDB estate and near the office. Am in luuuurve with this one drink that I crave and must have everyday. It's like a soybean slushie with tapoica pearls in it. They call it "Pearly Soy Milk" and you have to tell them to "jiao bing" with alot of "bing" for it to be slushie and frappacino-like. Plus it's soy! Healthy! The soy ice-cream is not bad too but nothing beats this on a hot and humid day, of which we are suffering from alot these days and causing my bl**dy eczema to act up again. But that's another rant for another day.

Right now, I'm going to only talk about my latest edible obsessions. Apart from this soy milk slushie, am utterly in junk lust with seaweed. Not your ordinary seaweed lah. It's this korean brand of which I haven't even managed to commit the brand to memory but I can identify it in Watsons and my office building mama-shop a mile away! It's cut into bite sized strips -lovely, crispy, flavourful to the max and once I stuff that first piece into my mouth, it's no turning back honey! I ate 3 packs in a single sitting last week and lost my voice. Only managed to get it back after I kicked back 4 bottles of the green concoction from the chinese medical hall. And they just released a new flavour today!

Now I really have to bathe. Am damn gross man.. Ta-ta!

okie dokie, here we are

Heh... here me are again.

I'd thought I'd never return to this. But here I am. And I did this all by me 'lil old self. No Mikey to help me out here. I deserve the pat. Especially since techie-phobey moi still belongs to the dark ages where email is (still considered) a godsend and not taken for granted and eBay is a mystery *gasp* "Sacrilege!" I can hear my dear Pammie, who is probably ringing up the tally on the shopping cart as I type.

But yes, this will now become my 'lil space for my dearest friends, plus a whole lot of cyber voyeurs to peak into the machinations of my sometime incredibly-complex-but-still-no-sense mind and more often than not, the workings of mon coeur (according to babel fish, this actually means 'my heart' although it looks more like 'my cur' than anything else. See? This is what happens when your Chinese tuition teacher tells you to "you bian du bian" when she gives up on her cheena-illiteratto.

So welcome to my mo-ments. The insane, cynical, hopeful, emotionally-charged paragraphs of whimsy where I (will try to) share pieces of my fractured mind and over-active heart "mon coeur, mon coeur" in this place i christen Dodo-land.

mo