i can be sweet and i can be sweeter.

i said goodbye to my pallies at the architectural network today. at first i wasn't sure if i felt sad about it, then i decided i didn't. i was just immensely glad that my colleagues were friendly and funny as always, and that they made me feel completely at home amongst them.

i realise i really am pretty fortunate to constantly find myself in the company of amiable and warm people, people who have many things to say and yet still have the time to listen. people who encourage to me to be a good person and who stop me from feeling sad.

it's nice. i feel protected, as though i will never at any one point ever be alone.

k, enough sentimentalism. i need to get back to lying down and thinking about what to pack and then deciding to think about what to pack after i've finished lying down.

yoda one for me.

after much hemming and hawing, i finally stopped mooching around and decided to take the bicycle out, all inspired to ride it. my sudden temerity was cut short, however, when i realised i could barely touch the ground when seated on the bike, even with my chucks on. but my pally inspiration wouldn't let that hamper me and cheered on as i put my foot to the pedal and, er, pedaled. it was a wobbly start, and i couldn't quite figure out how to stop the bike without emitting panicked noises, but i got it in the end. after a while i could even catch up to the kittykids cycling around the park with their training-wheel-equipped bicycles.

my euphoria at being back on a bicycle after 12 years and having the wind in my hair was rather dampened by the fact that my pants were riding up my bum in a way that made me wonder if maybe they were trying to climb their way up to my shoulders or something. i blame that skinny bicycle seat. then again, there are such things as cycling shorts. i wonder how they differ from normal shorts? perhaps they are more tolerant of skinny bicycle seats and are less likely to climb up people's bums. who knows? the designers of cycling shorts, that's who. and shorts enthusiasts, probably.

wires.

boys these days.

you kittykats do realise i'll be gone for only 9 months, right?

underwear horoscope.

not that i'll be here to enjoy it. sigh.

srs.biz

was at the car wash earlier to um, get my car washed and as i sat down to wait, i was greeted with a cheery Hi by a girl sitting with her older sister. they were both incredibly friendly, and for the five minutes i was there, i enjoyed small talk with people i didn't know. they even gave me an orange, and who doesn't love free mandarin oranges? they gave the guys at the car wash oranges, too.

it's nice to know that friendly people such as the little girl and her older sister exist in the world, greeting random strangers and handing them oranges.

now, if only the older sister had been an older brother instead. haa.

pah!

i have 26 days left to finish doing the things on my list of things to do, and so far i've accomplished number one and will be accomplishing number five later today. it turns out achieving number eight isn't as easy as i had expected, as it took me an appalling 15 days to finish the last book, and i've still got four books to go (i bought a new one the other day)(damn these books with their attractive covers and captivating first lines).

in the meantime, i shall work up the courage to get on eman's fixie and reinstall my cycling skillz. i just wish the seat wasn't so skinny and uncomfy. hngh.

make my head swim.

nine things to do before i leave for tasmania:

one: tidy up room (note to self: get rid of unwanted things instead of just hiding them in boxes and drawers and the spaces in between furniture)

two: watch ALL the tv series! or at least, the really good ones (note to self: look up good tv series)

three: bake cookies for sara

four: get back on a bicycle (note to self: procure bicycle)

five: eat steamboat

six: get new undies (thermal or otherwise)

seven: savour the hughjackman-ness of malaysian weather

eight: finish ALL the unread novels! (note to self: for goodness' sake, stop buying new ones)

nine: profess undying love. or at least leave a note.