By now everyone my age should know that reality is the bane of life.

So, major boo of the week: I'm stopping tuition with R.


I've been meaning to tell you about her; she's funny.



















The second drawing is me and my words of wisdom. No, I wasn't crying- that's my hair. Apparently my hair was that damn messy. Those two dots - which, frankly, I think have been drawn too big - are moles.


I'll be handing R over to J, and although it doesn't take a straight A student to teach an eleven-year-old, I'm glad to say that R will be in good hands :).





Watched local production OTOT, which comprised two plays, Full Tank and Botak Boys, with Dora the other day.


While I found Full Tank, which was built around the tired Mas Selamat controversy, to be quite ho-hum, Botak Boys rocked my boat.

Both plays revolved around slapstick humour, crude language and not much of a plot (it might just be me not being used to watching plays, but I feel that there should be an underlying message at the end of every worthy show), but Botak Boys shone thanks to its good vibes and hilarious musical line-ups.

In my humble opinion, Full Tank was scripted in bad taste. I'm sure everyone appreciated the blatant jibes at office politics, but I don't agree with them putting the government's name on it. I found it mean-spirited and pointless.

Botak Boys, on the other hand, was a gay-hearted, good-natured and overall positive yet accurate portrayal of army life. I like how they managed to seamlessly slip in nuggets of relevant information and the musical parts were well-orchestrated. Yep, muscleheads prancing around in tight-fitting shirts and tush-revealing shorts in the style of NS cabaret was definitely the way to go.

I was so impressed with the show that I actually changed my mind about plays - they might actually be worth their hefty pricetags afterall. That, coming from a scrooge, is saying a lot.





At the very heart of all the jitters is this: I'm petrified of change. Change means chances, yes. Chances to fall flat on my face.

I'm feeling all virtuous right now because I bought pasta. And camembert cheese!

Alright, I gotta admit I have no idea how to cook camembert. But it's a start, right? I'll be whipping up Indulgz-esque dishes in a month, starting with fried camembert! Actually no, this chunk's for mac and cheese (another reason why I'm so darn self-satisfied right now- I borrowed a cookbook!) but I'll definitely experiment with that too.



I know I haven't been blogging much, but I've been pretty high-strung lately and I don't know how to discuss anything without offending anyone. This may be a puny platform, but mighty Google knows all.

I have been trying to embrace things, but a grimy sack of gristle doesn't exactly scream huggable to me. Life stinks like that; what's the point of popping pills when you've already recovered?