April 2008

Ok, the post which failed to earn its rights to get published as it lost its focus was my complaints on how guys don’t read. And no, I don’t incude FHM magazines or pornography. (-.-) Nor textbooks for that matter.

Before you start retaliating about the untruthfulness of this supposed allegation, please hear me out: I do immediately recognise it as totally unfair because I’m ascertained that there are many men out there who do read and read good books. Unfortunately I’m not surrounded by any. My only explanation is that my guy friends are mostly from school and are usually from the same CCA. Guys who play sports competitively don’t seem to read. Okay, okay, before you start yelling your head off in mock protest at the computer screen, at least that seemed to be the case for my school, alright? No boys I knew of from the soccer team, the basketball team, the dragonboat/canoeing team and my own volleyball team has a habit of reading for leisure. As for the boys in my class, my clique hanged out most with the four slackers. They don’t even read lecture notes or textbooks let alone other reading materials.  

So none of my guy friends read. It’s not that they aren’t smart. Most of them are quite intelligent and excel academically. Furthermore, they are fun-loving, provide great company and mostly armed with a good sense of humor. I just don’t think they are very knowledgeable. Unless it comes to girls, pornography and of course, I guess, sex. *sigh* In fact, the last time I saw a buddy with a *gasp* library book, I was too shocked for words. I told him frankly albeit jokingly in a good mannered way that I couldn’t believe that he was actually reading. That was when he told me that the book was about alien cockroaches trying to take over the world. Seriously. I’m not joking. At that instant, I didn’t know whether to pat him on the back and encourage him for the efforts, or to laugh and pee in my pants. (-.-)

That said, it doesn’t make a man any less appealing even if he doesn’t read much, as long as there is something up there in his head amidst the grey and white matter. But I think reading ups the sexiness of a man! Really! I’ve a friend who once hyped about how his crush from his Medicine course (who of course looked as cute as a button too) read Forbe magazines for leisure. I understood the appeal but you know what my friend read? FHM. Enough said. Of course he didn’t get the girl. On the other hand, I once met a patient, an American Caucasian who’s an economist in a reputable international bank (his job alone drew instant awe), and he was reading a thick book on how the current Asean politics affect the global economy, as a bedtime “storybook”. I thought that was HOT. Except that he was in his 50s (but honestly looked like 30-40s instead, and still good-looking in the clean way) and married with children haha.

I realise that I look at men very differently nowadays as compared to how I would before I graduated from school. In the past, I would have cared more about whether he played sports or listened to music; now, other than the heart and body, I also place more focus on his brain, his knowledge, intelligence and wisdom.

Eh, wait, does that mean my expectations are higher now?? *horrified


You know how sometimes you start on a post and halfway through it, you start to ramble on things which other people (yes, that’s you) probably don’t give a hoot about. The entire post loses its course and you find yourself thinking to yourself, “what was my point supposedly?” as you painfully read what you’ve just typed. Then you click “Save” instead of “Ctrl A” and “delete” because it’s a painstaking flow of 700 words which has taken you more than 15 minutes and you think hopefully but most of the time just wishfully that perhaps you can edit it the next day so that it makes more sense and becomes more interesting, and actually really publish it. Despite knowing deep in your heart that it will simply sit pathetically in the Drafts folder like a used Christmas decoration for the next few days or even weeks before you hit the “Delete” button and dump it.

Do you know how that feels?

I know because that just happened to me.



Maybe it’s the freakingly sizzlingly HOT weather that has fried my cerebral cortex. (-.-) 

Some scribbling I did on the queue number slip given while waiting impatiently at the Admission Office (the place is supposed to be air-conditioned but seriously, set with ceiling-to-floor glass panels, it feels more like a greenhouse these days!)

Ah well, FUCK.

Today is Ben & Jerry’s free cone day, an annual tradition of this ice-cream maker that can create tsunamis with the saliva of people within a radius of a mile from a Ben & Jerry’s shop gaping at the numerous different flavours of their yummy ice-cream. On a free cone day, Ben & Jerry’s scoop shops around the world would give away FREE ice cream scoops all day. For this year, the auspicious day falls on April 29, which is TODAY! 

I said fuck because I went with my colleagues to the nearest Ben & Jerry’s shop, which is at Vivocity, during lunch just now, all the time on the way there discussing what flavour to get and already imagining the taste of strawberry cheescake (my favourite) on my tongue. So imagine my disappointment and the horror when I saw the freaking queue. Fanatics were already stretching from the shop all the way around part of Level 2 and out and around the open-air playground in the centre of Vivocity. CRAZY. Even if I’ve a 2-hour lunch, there’s no way I will queue for it, so we left Vivocity without any ice-cream. What a let-down.

But honestly, what do you expect when it’s delicious and most importantly, FREE? That’s probably the favourite 4-letter word of most Singaporeans that starts with an “F”. And you had thought it would be “fuck” haha.

Anyway if you’ve the patience and the time, you can visit any of the participating outlets (The Cathay, Raffles City Shopping Centre, United Square, White Sands, VivoCity, Jurong BirdPark and Singapore Zoo) from 12 to 7pm today. Personally, I would advise you to try the last two outlets. I’m pretty certain that there won’t be much of a queue. Unless the birds and animals dash out of their cages and enclosures to queue, but that’s not quite likely. However I shall not doubt the lure of Ben & Jerr’s ice-cream.


I became a fan of agnès b after seeing some of the collections on magazines (I love flipping the glossy pages of magazines). I think I’m attracted to the simplicity and classiness of the designs, the fine lines and of course, the cursive font of the brand logo which I thought simply exudes class.

Last Saturday, I was bored to death being alone at home with Dad. I love my dad but sometimes he drives me nuts as he’s a bit of a cleanliness freak and is always cleaning the house regardless of the time. When he cleans, he makes a huge ruckus of bumping the chairs around with the broom or mop (he doesn’t really bother moving the things around before sweeping/mopping the floor) or dropping the plates and cups when washing the dishes (makes a point to break one item every time). Not exactly my idea of a quiet time at home (-.-). Hence on an impulse, I decided to go shopping alone to visit the agnès b section at Isetan Wisma Atrium and see if there’s any suitable buy.

I wasn’t disappointed! Even though the range of bags and accessories (Voyage) wasn’t very extensive, a black medium-sized black tote and a black wallet caught my eye almost immediately. Okay, actually the wallet’s a cardholder but it’s spacious enough for me to use as a wallet to put my coins, notes and cards (^_^). I like it how each agnès b item comes in limited pieces because it sure ain’t fun to spot people carrying the same stuff on you as you walk down Orchard Road. Both my purchases were actually the last pieces but I never mind buying the last piece as long as the item’s in relatively good condition and I absolutely fancy it.   

I adore this tote because I think it can go with both casual and slightly dressier getups. Although I favour the former purpose because almost all the bags which I own are quite dressy and not really suitable to use when I dress down. And you won’t believe it if I say I’ve no black bag except for a small Aldo handbag. Haha it’s true! I’ve no idea why but my bags are all in colours like hot pink, gold, bronze, red etc!

And of course I totally heart the agnès b logo. (^     ^)

When the bag was on display, it had a similar bag charm on it. I was sad when I told the sales guy (who was totally cuuuuttteeeee by the way) to get me one and he informed me that the bag charm didn’t come with it (-      -). Yes, if I wanted it, I must buy it separately. God knows what made me say this but I almost immediately asked him “Then how much is this?” followed by an almost insane “I want one of these as well.”

Okay, maybe it was because he was CUTE (^_^).

He ended up taking me on a mini tour around the showcases to take a look at all the bag charms available so that I could choose one. (^        ^) I ultimately bought the one as seen in the photo. It’s a highly bling-ed letter “b”, as in “b” in agnès b. I like how it dresses up my black tote instantly.

Did I mention that he’s cute?

Anyway, here’s the cardholder/wallet:

Once again, I dig the logo.

Kill me, please. I’m insane.

My purchases got me a free agnès b perfume as well but the stocks have not arrived yet, so the cute guy will give me a call once they come. (^_^)

I’m certain that won’t be the last time I’m seeing him because I’m now on their mailing list which is fantastic. I want to quickly run down to the nearest agnès b store once their new collection arrives and I spot an item of desire so that I won’t be getting the last piece, that’s if I manage to get my hands on one at all.

And oh, did I say that the CUTE guy will be CALLING me?? (^ ^)

Try this – stretch your memory crazy with fun challenges designed by experimental psychologists from the University of Edinburgh.

“Crazy” is seriously an understatement because some of the challenges are so tough that they really make me sweat. (-.-) My scores weren’t too bad, exceling in aspects of memory binding, delayed recall, working memory span and spatial manipulation in working memory. As expected, I suck in memorising numbers because I can never remember phone numbers without noting the number down somewhere. However, my Mathematics has always been powderful, as with my languages like English. That’s of course because we memorise formulae, not numbers.  

The website says that most people will not be able to get everything right and people with normal memories can have low scores, so don’t worry, just give it a try if you can spare 20 minutes. 🙂

Update: Urgh, I forgot. Now, that doesn’t bode too well for my memory, does it? Anyway here’s a list of surveys and psychological tests out of which you might be interested in some.

My dad caught me doing a brand new mindless, ridiculous little dance as I sauntered my way from the living room to the basin and mirror to prep up before going out for lunch with the family.

I said it was brand new because I just made it up on the spot at that instant. My mind works in ways I don’t really grasp haha. I’m not a goofy person under the usual situations but when the occasion calls for it, I’m goofier than Goofy. I’ve no freaking idea what the occasion was for that segment of dance, but it’s actually pretty much the norm for me at home. I’ve plenty of silly dance moves under my sleeves but if you want to see it, you have to be a close friend haha. Actually I wasn’t doing it secretively because my sis was at the basin and I don’t care if my own family and friends see it. In fact, they’ve seen plenty because I like doing quirky jiggles out of the blue without any warning every now and then as the silly moves never fail to make people laugh and I like that.   

Anyway I looked back and there was my dad all smiles, probably thinking what a crazy arse his eldest daughter turned out to be. He gave me a nod which silently said, “What’s up with that?” and I returned an equally big beam, so big that my eyes probably crinkled at the corners which meant to say “How do you like that?“. I thought that was cute because we were like 5 metres apart and just smiling at one another, words unneccesary.

Unlike my sis who turned around, caught me in the act too and simply said, “神经病!” (-.-)

But well, that’s the norm too. They simply refuse to admit that I’m funny.

Have you ever heard of the Sex ID?

(as adapted from the BBC website) This is a series of separate psychological tests related to brain sex differences that is created by the BBC with a team of psychologists and their laboratory staff. Basically, most scientists agree that men and women are of equal intelligence, but some believe that they may have differing mental strengths and weaknesses, on average. The reasons for these brain sex differences, if they exist, are not known, though there are a number of theories that offer possible explanations.

Originally, the Sex ID website was an online experiment which aimed to further investigate theories about brain sex differences and to make new discoveries. This experiment was completed by May 2005 and the BBC used the scientists’ analyses in the BBC One series Secrets of the Sexes. Thereafter, many questions were removed from the test to make it more enjoyable. The link which I provided above is the shortened version but the results profile will still be the same as completing the full-sized test, so you need not worry about its accuracy. 

I thought it was darn interesting because I would very much like to know how female/male I really am as I’ve never felt that I’m totally just either one. But that doesn’t mean that I’m uncertain of my own sexual orientation haha. Anyway the Sex ID is a fairly simple test which comprises of 6 mini ones and clear instructions are all given at the start of each test. It takes less than 30 minutes to complete the entire thing, so do give it a go if you can spare some time. Actually, I think it’s more ideal that you do the test first before looking through my results otherwise it might affect yours.  

Well, like I said, I’ve tried and here’s my results profile:

Ta-dah! It’s true! I’m neither here nor there! I’m somewhere in between! Looks like I’ve an androgynous mind. 🙂

Oh I love Part 1 the most! It’s a challenging game (ya I would say it’s a game) that resembles the type of IQ questions which we did in school for the psychometric test where we recognise the pattern and fill in the missing piece. Funny how I performed well for both tests with the first results saying that I’ve more of a male brain, and the second one saying a female brain haha. I suppose that’s how it all balances out in the end.

Well, I’m left-handed as many friends would know, which explains my results. Although I would say that I’m more ambidextrous because it’s just not practical in daily life to use only my left hand. You can’t use scissors or can openers with the left hand. In fact, I only use my left hand to write and to play volleyball (because I was trained by the coach right at the beginning to do so). For all other activities and sports (that involves rackets or tools), I use my right even though I can use my left too if I wish to. The same goes with holding chopsticks.

I was at Kinokuniya (I know, again) on Saturday, simply browsing through the books when I spotted this terribly fascinating book on the human brain in the Medical Section and started reading it on the spot. I’m utterly curious and intrigued with the brain because it controls so much of our bodies, what we do, feel and think, and yet there’s just so little that we know of it. Anyway there were little facts scattered all over the book in the different chapters and many of which revealed differences between left-handers and right-handers (90% of adult population). If you saw my Twitter, well there’s one right there haha. There’s one saddening fact which I saw and that’s probably one of the few unflattering facts regarding left-handers: We have a shorter lifespan. No freaking idea why, that’s just what statistics have shown, but hey you know what they say about statistics, they are numbers that lie haha!     

Just a quick sidenote – you know who’s the most popular left-hander in Singapore? Well, I think that’s probably our PM Lee. Because out of the 100 patients I’ve seen, whenever they saw me writing with my left hand, at least half of them would say, “Hey you write like Lee Hsien Loong!” I didn’t even know he’s left-handed in the first place!  

This was super fun. They give you sets of eyes to look at and 4 different types of emotions for each set to choose from where only one is correct. FUN. (^_^)

This is FASCINATING. This is where I can affirm that I’m abnormal haha. Because my index fingers are waaaayyy shorter than my ring fingers and the ratio is even smaller than the average male! Okay, so maybe I’ve been exposed to more testosterone in Mum’s womb and I don’t even have brothers. Damn, I should be crying in relief that I don’t have a moustache.

This is perfectly a spot-on even though when I was doing the test, I didn’t really know what they were testing for and the faces looked almost identical. You just have to depend on your gut feelings to choose. And may I say that my guts know my heart the best haha.

I must say that my results for this systemising part were poorer because it wasn’t until the 3rd question when I realised what it was that they wanted. (-.-) Then I went back to the previous questions to change my answers and time just ran out.

Ok, I’m full of excuses haha.

Don’t ask me about what happened with “grey”.

It was really an ACCIDENT. I do know words associated with “grey”.

Like concrete and clouds. And concrete.   

I’m pleased with my own results and I would say that the profile quite matched what I’ve always thought. Of course it’s possible and perfectly normal to be at either extreme, or simply nested somewhere in the middle. It’s never just black and white – there’s a continuum for biological sex, gender identity and expression, and sexual orientation. No matter where you lie on the continuum, it’s needless for you to feel anything but contentment. Regardless of what others might say. 🙂

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