The Wannabe Economist

So what if i really can’t drift? At least i can post youtube video on wordpress.

EH I’M NOT A LOSER ALRIGHT U FLAT ASS CHICK!

So check this out. Teriyaki Boyz. Haha… which group name themselves this way? Mrs Chongky and i are now Teppanyaki Duo.

This is cool too.

Anyone has the ringtones / MP3 to send me?

Any chance that someone who reads my blog is VERY rich and would like to be my business partner capital financing partner in building an indoor gym similar to Camp5 in Singapore?

I’m all hyped up for Watershock!

It’s coming in 2 wks = only 2 wks for Chongky to zhng his neh.

Didn’t realise until Mrs Chongky reminded me yesterday.

Recently i found myself in a familiar situation. There is always an urge to drink bubble tea. To be precise, mint bubble tea. The other time i was consistantly feeling a desire to drink bubble tea was during the bubble tea craze almost 4 years ago.

This time it started with the peppermint face wash which Mrs Chongky bought for me.

It’s quite nice in fact. I feel very clean after washing my face with this and the foam does taste smell like peppermint. 

Following that, Xinyi, my intern colleague offered to buy back bubble tea on her way back from lunch. Without much thinking i decided i want the pearls and ordered mint tea.

That’s probably the best bubble tea i had all my life. Because firstly it tasted minty and secondly, it tasted very minty. (I figured out it might be the fact that because it is peppermint green tea and not pepppermint milk green tea).

Knowing my crave for mint bubble tea, Mrs Chongky bought me mint milk jasmin (that’s what the person at the shop claimed) green tea on wednesday.

Damn my mint addiction is irritating me. It caused mood swing last night when i discovered the after-nine mint gelato is sold out at the counter outside Carrefour at Suntec.

To get my mind off that disappointment, i just treated myself to…

peppermint milk tea despite i had a very full lunch.

I don’t like the idea of break ups.

A couple friend from school just broke up. A couple that we thought should be the most compatible one and least likely to be seperated. I just found out another couple from the company i freelance at broke up too. Another couple that i thought should last.

But then who am i to say accurately who should last and who won’t last, even if i know both parties in the relationship myself? After all things are usually not how they appear.

Just like wasabi with mayo. It looks so plain, but eat with Doritos two person can finish one big pack in less than one movie. Sorry i just tangent off what i was saying.

I don’t know what to say. Just like everytime i feel the need to say something to console a friend, i can’t think of anything to say.

Damn. All i knew was i want to talk about this, but i can’t continue after i start.

I wish i’m better at this, consoling people and expressing my thoughts about emotional stuff..

I just hope that everything will be better soon. Like what one of them said, time will heal the wound.

My self-worth depends on what i did / do / intending to do. Having said that, my self-worth at this point in time is at an all-time low.

The last time i went for something to improve myself was… my kayaking coaching assessment last week Jan. That was a long time ago…

I don’t have the motivation to lead ZMN life anymore. I figured out even though i suck at climbing, i could have improve my muscle strength and lose some weight to help myself. I can’t control my body shape, but i could improve the current situation. But NO! I’m not doing anything. I don’t go gym nor do push up religiously anymore. I don’t run / swim every other day too.

The worst fact is that i have no intention of starting to be faithful to my ZMN life. All i want to do is eat and snack everyday. I want to drink more ice cold soft drink and drive around instead. I don’t want to eat minimally anymore. I eat as much as i could if i could.

What’s fucking wrong with me?!

I only know how to look in envious at how other can climb better, without trying to do something to help myself. I can only keep thinking of doing playboating one day, without thinking of taking the first step the next day.

Goodness…

Today is the 3rd last day of my internship.

While many are overjoyed by the conclusion of their internship, it’s not exactly the case for me. I like this place very much. The people i work with (though i don’t have that much contact with some of them), the office, my cube.

As i pass by the school after my medical check up yesterday, i find the place very unfamiliar. I don’t look forward to going back to school and be a student again, though i look forward to Dance: East and West.

I can’t study dance degree for obvious practical reasons. Parental objection and stuff. But i can at least do it for my elective module.

Woo hoo!

Consolation.

Even though my intern colleague treated me peppermint green tea with pearls (in celebration of last week at work), i’m still a bit hungry.

Rushing off for classes now.

No time, no time.

Mrs Chongky has been saying i’m getting fat, neh getting small, cheek getting fatter.

Seriously i’m sian already.

So this year, Mrs Chongky shall buy me two dumb bells, with ten kg and five kg plates.

See you still dare to complain anot.

Mrs Chongky underwent housewife training by cooking for me at Yuki Yaki last night. Of course, housewife do not spend any money as all costs should be bore by the man. =)

Mrs Chongky did in fact passed me 10, in case i don’t have enough to pay the bill. LOL.

There is a bit of situation with our terriyaki, as it seems to go off by itself. After a couple of unsuccessful switching off and on, i told Mrs Chongky it should be ok. Looking at the gyoza on the pan, she wasn’t very convinced. Probably to patronize my effort in off-ing and on-ing the set so many times, she picked up on gyoza and put it on her lips to test.

The expression on her face is priceless. In a swift movement she put the gyoza on my plate across the table, and reach for her iced drink.

That was so hilarious. Who would put the food on her lips for testing when it could be potentially freaking hot?

Only my sweetie pie. =)

I actually like shitting at the Marina Sq washroom.

Because they play R&B music in the toilet just like it’s R&B night at Double O.