Kentalan buah laici!!!

Ok, somebody tell me, how the hell did that phrase come about???

How in the world did the lychee fruit even get into the picture?

Someone enlighten me.

The Bad Bad Month of August

I conclude...

That our people love Singapore sooooo much...

That they love our nation's birthday to death...

That they decide to conceive their children such that their children's birthdays fall in conjuction with this nation's celebration...

Because they just WANT it to be August...

OR...

The parents simply conceive them in the December due to some 2nd/3rd/4th (whatever lah) honeymoon getaway during the school holidays such that their babies would be born in August.

Whatever the theories are.

I'm really shouting out loud.

Due to the overwhelming number of August birthdays I have in my list, I am going really really broke at just the thought of how many gifts.

No I'm not insincere.

But I'm not kidding when I said OVERWHELMING.

And of all people, they have to include my girlfriendssssssss (check out the plural form) and yes, DEAREST MOMMY.

Of course that's not all.

I'm on the verge of fainting.

Don't blame me if you get your present one month late, rather, take pity on me.

Damn you all, August babies.

Mustafa Centre and Its Treasures

Before I get to my main topic, I wish to make it clear that, the Penang Laksa, would be a delicacy that I will savour only in Malaysia, by very renowned/reputable restaurants or foodstalls (some stalls at the perhentians sell rubbish Penang Laksa). This delicacy should NEVER be eaten in Singapore, where the chef probably has no faintest idea on how the dish should taste like. This, coming from a Spize fan myself, I can conclude that the shop is not good in cooking everything as compared to its "power" Spaghetti Aglio Olio and Bangers and Mash.

Nevertheless, I really don't wanna give up on Singapore's food. If someone knows where I can find really good Penang Laksa, let me know.

Anyway for some reason, I was drawn to Mustafa Centre on a Wednesday night and managed to tag DH along (he's in town till Sunday).

Mustafa Centre is a place to love and hate at the same time.

While you can get some really good bargains there, you have to compromise with the lack of walking space and the crowd that just never seems to die down. It was probably apt that the owner decided to make it 24 hrs as he saw the big potential that the store could draw even in the wee hours of the night. And boy, did he make the right move.

So yes, I was checking out Liverpool's jerseys there, which sent both of us into confusion why there were 2 very very similar-looking jerseys, of the same size, yet of a $10 difference. It turned out that the cheaper one, of $78.90 in price, was for the youngsters and the $88.90 jersey was of the women's size. Now, like I said, there was hardly any noticeable difference. Only when I scrutinized it, and placed the shoulders of both jerseys against each other that we saw the shoulders were different. Still, I think getting the cheaper would be a bargain though; like I said, there was no noticeable difference. ;p

Ok, I decided not to purchase it.

But these are what I bought eventually.

This comprises of weights that I can strap onto my left ankle so that I can strengthen back my left knee. $23.40 for this.

Woohoo!! A PINK yoga mat! For 27 bucks!! It was the second cheapest (the cheapest was a yellow $26 one) and since I needed a source of motivation, I decided to get myself a bimbotic colour (I prefer red still, but this was the closest to that) to make myself happy while working out my legs! YAY!!!

And last but not least...

I've searched high and low for this ball, specifically red in colour (most of them are sold with the Champions League logo so it's white in colour). Finally, I managed to get the last of this ball for $27 at Mustafa. *in ultimate delirium*

Now, I finally can be at peace. :)

Ps: If you are wondering why I wanted the ball so much, it was 40% of "I really want to train my kicks" and 60% of "just for collection purposes". :p

My 4x4x4 Rubik's cube got accidentally broken

I vividly remembered the harsh exchange of words, with due sarcasm and rudeness peppered in almost every reply.

True enough, it was inconsistency on the person's behaviour, as I had expected.

The next moment, everything was, via the same channel of conversation, all nice and friendly.

To think that some people think that a broken relationship could be as irreparable as my cube's broken piece.

Well, cracks are there of course.

But the cube still turns just as fine.

Probably, that's what we should all focus on; the parts of the cube that can still turn, which is any other way except for where the broken piece is.

Only then would we realise the beauty of the cube itself, that its function does not change, even with the broken piece.

In any case, even with this analogy, people still grieve over the moment a relationship is broken.
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I am still inconsolable as to how my clumsiness caused my cube this despair.

Weekends, right back to what they should be.

When I was a swinging single lady, life was not at all bad, in fact, it was kind of a silent bliss.

Weekdays was more or less preoccupied with work and tuition, with occasional dinner with friends.

Weekends, more aptly, weekend nights, were mostly packed.

While girls like Buttercup hook a 'date' with their Korean hunks in dramas, my night reservations were purely for eleven men in red, whether I would be gushing over my favourite three or cursing and swearing at the whole team.

Even when DH came into the picture, although he took a little (not that much actually) higher priority over Fernando, Steven and Xabi, at times I made him compromise to watching his rival team together with me at Simpang Bedok.



The departure of DH to work in KL did not exactly come at the right time.

It was right when the Premier League ended.

Both my weekend dosage of Liverpool and the beloved were like luxury items, with me watching replays on those weekend nights that DH was not returning home.

My luck was that this year, it was the Euro at least. And thankfully, my hearthrob scored the winning Euro goal in addition to that.

Next year, I would be hopeful for other forms of distractions, in whatever form they would come in. Anything to help me tide over the drought of football.

Thankfully, for now, the season is starting soon.

I had just finished watching Glasgow Rangers vs Liverpool, while video-conferencing with DH (I try to balance both in my life, its tough, but its doable definitely as I had demonstrated :p).

I look forward to this new season. Really really relinquishing the challenge of the title.

The pre-season match against the Rangers has proven that the team is all gelled up, unlike other seasons.

Rafa has shown that he now knows the exact style of what Liverpool should be and the players he had gotten through the transfer window are what that can be to just add to the reliability of the formation, since last season showed how vulnerable Pool was in some components.

Technically, they are still lacking of a right winger now, since Pennant was some sort of the weak link there and he has not exactly performed to his best ability since his arrival at Anfield.

But the current team is now better.

With the addition of Robbie Keane, he demonstrated how much of a threat he possessed just now with his partnership with the league's star striker, Torres.

He hasn't scored any goal, but he's tough.

Liverpool is undoubtedly, stronger than the previous season. By which I hope that they really would be serious contenders for this season's title.

18 YEARS!!!!!!!!!

Even the second team, led by Xabi Alonso (thankfully and hopefully, he really isn't going to Juventus, Barry is NOT better than him!!!), was rock-solid in midfield, with Alonso possessing leadership, professionalism and strength in keeping and passing the ball. He was afterall, arguably the best passer in the league, with beautiful own-half strikes, one against Luton Town that made a fan rich with a betting gone right.

This will be my weekends. Back to "singlehood" by which one weekend every month would be reserved for the man himself on his coming-home days.

That makes it 3 other weekends on Liverpool.

Talk about prioritising. :p

But yes, weekends, right back to what they should be. Full of soccer.

For now, let's sing to The Kop's Torres chant!

His armband proved he was a Red,
Torres, Torres
You'll never walk alone, it said,
Torres, Torres,
We bought the lad from sunny Spain,
He gets the ball, he scores again,
Fernando Torres, Liverpool's number nine

Na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Fernando Torres, Liverpool's number nine