Fetish Found

Do you have a fetish?

Some may harbour one for high stilettos, some dig uniforms, some may even have a penchant for hairy stuff.

But me? I think I may just have discovered what's mine.

The 2007 season of F1 Grand Prix opened yesterday with Race 1 at Melbourne and despite the event being broadcast here at the unearthly time of 0300hrs in the morning, I was up diligently without even snoozing the alarm clock. It's the excitement of what the new era without Michael Schumacher brings, and the anticipation of what the younger lads can do to fill the gap that his absence poses.

But then slowly, I realised it's actually more than this that's roping me into this whole F1 madness.

I found myself plunged into imaginations....a dangerous game.

Of the blazing eyes beyond the visors. The level of concentration. The sheer determination. The edge that will cut through all that stood in the way, physical but more crucially, mental obstacles.

Of course, there are the questions of, "Is he smiling now?"; "Is he frowning?"; "What is he thinking of at this very moment?"

Oh the countless possibilities.

That alone, that suspense, that knowing that all this and so much more is going through the minds of the men behind the wheel, is intoxicating.

Perhaps it's true when they say it's not the looks that matters. Nothing beats the charms of a man who is in the best of his mettle when absolutely nothing else will deter him from his mental tracks.

But really, I'm quite taken in with the look of a face hidden behind the tough persona of a man in a helmet in a F1 race car.

And so, here's a look at what suffocates me in one of those lonely, lonely nights....

Fernando Alonso

Michael Schumacher

Not quite an F1 racer but the mysterious

Stig from TopGear

am I there yet?

blast those eyebags!!!!!!!!!

I'm going to use english for this post simply because I'm lazy to open up a word document, type in hanyu pinyin, choose the right characters to use, copy and paste it here. Oh yes. That's because I've spent too much time taking mugshots of self and using Picasa to beautify them. This luxury shall be mine just for this morning, I promise.

It's freezing cold in the flat here, though the sun is certainly brighter now. They say it's a weird winter this year. Very little snow and lots of gorgeous sunshine. But yet it's really still freezing cold. As much as I dislike the uncomfy humidity sweatiness back home, I hate the cold here. Simply can't stand it.

Ok, I thought I can be back home for good in end March. The original plan was to finish up my experiment (a longitudinal experiment that's started since 6 february 07 and finally ending this friday, I CAN'T WAIT TO POP THE CHAMPAGNE. FRANKLY, I'M REALLY QUITE SICK OF IT NOW), analyse the stats, and come back with all the materials to write up my thesis back home. Turns out my supervisor has the brilliant foresight of me not being able to do so what with the plentiful distractions waiting to tempt me away from handing in a complete thesis. that actually, is a very true foresight. I will be, guaranteed plus chop, very distracted with Huiting and Yonghan and many many more people that I'd so love to catch up on that once I'm back,I would completely forget about the fact that there's a phd to at stake.

And so, it's no longer March 07 that I will be back.

Sigh.

The plan now is, to write up as much as I can here, hand in a solid draft ("To see your thesis, on paper, on the table." are my sup's exact words), then say ciao to Edinburgh.

I foresee that, to be achieved by end May.

I really want to be back for my birthday. That's the deadline i've set for myself.

And there's just soooo much i want to do when i'm back home! Gosh the very thoughts of them often keep me awake at night, the sheer excitement of fulfilling them in a mere two more months is in a word, breathtaking. What I can't wait to do:

1) Lose weight! I need to let my body learn how to sweat again before it forgets to. I really can't remember the last time I'm soaked with perspiration. Believe you me, I so want to feel hot and sticky with sweat! And I don't like that puffy face.

2) Bring Huiting over to stay with me. Take her for swimming lessons at the pool downstairs every saturday morning, bake cakes and cookies with her, sayang her with all the love that has culminated for my little princess over the last 3 years.

3) Discipline Yonghan with love, he really needs that.

4) Spend lots of time with mum and dad.

5) Spend lots of time with sis.

6) Spend lots of time with mum-in-law and compile a cookbook with all her yummilicious recipes.

7) Eat all around Singapore with Steve. we have make it a point to check out different good-eat locations round the island every weekend.

8) Make baby/babies.

9) Find a job!

Ok, regarding items 8 and 9, I'm really torn over which one to prioritise? In economical terms, maybe item 9 should come first. But item 8 is something which can't really come right after item 9 too, I mean, who would want to employ someone, and not long after receive the news that she's pregnant? I dun noe.

And.....exactly what job would I be looking for?

Dr. Nicole Foo.

Sounds really gooood, but what a load of burden that carrys.

In a way, I think I am going to quite miss the time here in Edinburgh.

But the essence of this post today is surely not about me posing and whining.

Because I want to shout out to my dearest mummy:

Happy Birthday!

I love you very very much.

妈妈，生日快乐！

我 爱 你。

11天の烙印

这两个月过来，我只能说，我过得很充足。

工作是忙忙忙。除了工作，还是工作。

就算是过年，就算是年除夕，就算是大年初二，还是要工作。

就算是宝贝来了，我还是得照常工作。

就算是我想把一天二十四小时的时间，都奉献在他的身上。。。

这是属于我的工作权。

刚才，在回家的路上，意识中不断的重复着这过去十一天的画面。

这段短暂，却美好快乐的时光，现在都已清晰的烙印在我脑海里，成为了美丽的回忆。

在接下来的寂寞时期里，它们将使我更坚强，更充实，更健康。

我爱你。

自创爱心糕

就在我们家对面的很棒的意大利餐厅

我们一起做面膜

好美白哦！

我等你回来接我回家！