[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
When I'm not blogging the past week, I'm at the lab working on my FYP and doing the little things that I like in between - that is, bumming, spending time with loved ones and visiting lala-land.
The whole week was pretty packed with experiments to carry out and reading up to do, and when I was more or less done with my weekly checklist, I only had half of Saturday and Sunday to myself.
The non-lab rat J: Met up with TNT on Friday night and we ate ourselves silly after the long starvation (we were all busy and could only meet for dinner late).
First up was sushi, which ended on a not so pretty note coz the scallop Tresa ordered turned out to be pretty RAW and unappetizing. There they were: 4 cold, slippery, whitish and gooey glops sitting in otherwise rather pretty shells. It felt like Fear Factor/Extreme Gourmet. *shrudder*
Tresa tried to trick me into eating two of those glops even though I insisted that I'd eat some while she eats more when we were placing our order. Maybe it was her bad throat; cos she didn't argue much with me over who should eat how many globs, and she downed all 3 of them. *applaud for being so gungho!*
Then piggy us headed to NYDC for the heavenly desserts, and we ate and ate till we were so full, we wanted to do some shopping to digest the food but it was so late, all the shops were already closed =(
Spent the whole Saturday evening at home, bumming, watching DVDs and resting my tired out legs, while the entire Sunday was spent out.
Did some shopping with my little sister after church, had a steamboat dinner at Marina with my cousins and aunts and to wrap up the wonderful day, relived my childhood days by invading the nearby arcade!
Wish I had some pictures to share, but I've been scuttling here and there that I forgot to carry my camera along.
Lala-J.
Lala-J spends a good amount of time in lala-land. Almost every second with her eyes closed is time spent in lala-land/fantasy world/dreamscape.
Been having rather weird dreams lately. Dreams that hardly reflect my conscious self. For instance, the waking J has a pretty assertive stand about the no-kids policy but lala-J has been having dreams about children and babies. MY children, to be exact. A friend tells me it's maternal instincts kicking in and I wonder if it's true.
There was this one vivid dream; I was married and had two boys (yikes). But I wasn't happy because I was married to someone I didn't love (double yikes). There was even this part in my dream where I actually confided to my little boys that 'Mummy doesn't love Daddy but Mummy will stay on because Mummy loves her children' <-- yikes yikes yikes. And that's not all, I was actually in love with someone else (incidently someone I know in real life *gulp* but not on a personal level though) but we couldn't be together because I was already married. A zillion yikes.
How sucky is that??!!
Horrible dream.
Then last night, I had this amusing dream about Dr. Derek Shepherd (watching too much Grey's Anatomy, must be) trying to seduce me with his dreamy eyes but I was yelling at him to stay away from me if he didn't intend to marry me.
Gosh. Marriage and kids seem to be flooding my unconscious.
Maybe it really IS the biological clock ticking.
Freaky.
[Time of Confession] 10:24 PM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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