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//17 January 2008 9:05 PM

3 more days to attachment at the Institute of Mental Health for 2 weeks. I can't wait. HAH I'm kidding myself.

I just finished reading 2 books.

I read the first book for the second time while accompanying boyf to do his work in the library.

We also saw this really young kid - probably about Primary 3, doing her school work in the library. I'M VERY IMPRESSED.

I bought the other book partly because I found its title interesting haha. Here's one part I really enjoyed in the second chapter:

'Silver or gold?'
'Silver,' I replied. 'Or gold.' I peered hard at the samples in the catalogue again. 'Or silver.'
'Which?' asked Jo.
'Which do you like?'
She sighed. 'I want to know which lettering you like. I'm not sure.'
'Me neither.'
'Come on, Rob, I can't do this all on my own.'
I peered even harder at the catalogue of wedding stationery.
Why did we need to have place cards printed for the guests at all? Couldn't we just use Post-its or something? Or even let people sit whenever they felt like. We didn't need to decide about every single detail of every single thing, surely?
'Couldn't we just use...?' I began. Jo's eyebrows climbed higher and higher up her forehead as she waited for me to complete the sentence; finally, they reached an elevation that seemed to say, 'If the next word out of your mouth is "Post-its", then you'll die where you're sitting.'
I waggled my hands about a bit. '...ushers?'
'For God's sake, Rob - be serious.'
I imagined my face looked pretty serious already, but, for Jo's sake, I took a shot at getting it to look more serious still.
'This is the biggest day of our lives, babe.' she went on. 'Everything should be perfect - we won't get a second chance if we get it wrong. Let's get everything sorted in good time so there are no last-minute panics.'
'It's only just October. We've got nearly another three months yet. I mean, we could panic six weeks from now and it'd still be OK, wouldn't it? It wouldn't be anywhere near the last minute, even then.'

'Silver or gold, Rob?'
'Ohhh, I--'
'Just say which one you like best.'
'I don't know.'
'You must know.'
'Why? Why must I know? You don't.'
'I do. I know which one I like best. I simply want to see if you like that one best too.'
'I'm easy. Let's just have the one you want.'
'But I want to have one we both like.'
'Well, which do you like?'
'I like them both.' She shrugged. 'But I prefer the silver.'
'Phew.' I relaxed. 'Me too.'
'Do you? The silver? God - why?'
'What? What do you mean, "Why?" The same reason that you like it, I suppose.'
'I don't like it. It's awful. I like the gold.'
'But you just said you liked the silver.'
'I was testing you.'
'Testing me? Why would you test me? Why would anybody do that? Why would anybody test someone over the colour of the lettering on a wedding-reception place card?'
'Because I wanted to see if you liked the same thing, or if you were just going along with what I wanted.'
'What does it matter? What... hold on - why did you say "Silver", then? How did you know that to "test" me, you'd need to pick silver?'
'Oh, it's obvious. I know you, babe - I knew you'd prefer the silver.'
'Christ all shitting mighty! So you knew what you wanted, and you knew what I wanted too - and yet we've still sitting here for the last thousand years having this discussion. Why are we having this discussion?'
'Because I want to discuss the wedding with you: it's our wedding. When two people are getting married, they should be sure about everything, shouldn't they?'
'Jesus.' I closed my eyes and slapped myself on the forehead: astonished at how, despite my best efforts, I was unable to escape this conversation. A decision that I - that even I - hadn't seen it coming, now had me in its jaws and wouldn't let go. 'Jesus.'

Randoms.

- Yesterday morning I told boyf that I felt like clubbing, near 11:20pm when I was half-asleep Leza asked me out. Lol.

- Celebrity couples are breaking up. Ronald Susilo and Li Jiawei. 仔仔 and 大S.

- I was lying on my bed (after apparently being woken up by my mum at 9am), and I started to think about the unpleasant things that had happened. Then I realised that, somehow the unhappiness wins over the happiness more often than not. The only thing you can do is to focus on the pleasant things.

Make yourself happy.
It'll make your relationships better.
Thus allowing you to be even happier.

People with IQ of at least 85 should know the reverse of this equation.

- I squeezed a pimple last night before going to bed.

- I'm probably going to get myself a new job after the attachments.

So. This. Is. The. Main. Blogging. Stuff.

Yesterday boyf woke me up in the morning and we decide to have breakfast together, parents and all. Supposed to have McDonald's but the shao ye decided otherwise in the car so his parents drove to ShengSiong and had breakfast there. The both of us couldn't decide what to eat so we thought of buying some food back. In the end we bought 6 bags of stuffs (not all ours, obviously).

Anyway, we went back and got freaked out by a bloody huge bee-lookalike thing in boyf's room. Andasusualhewasthefirsttorunout, haha. I went to open the window and tried to throw a small ball of paper at it but it refused to budge. His mum was better, she came in and managed to chase that thing out.
We had snacks for breakfast and lunch, and I decided I wanted to learn to cook spagetti, even though we weren't hungry, because the other day his sister cooked spagetti for us and I felt ashamed hahaha! Thus, we did a simple meal and it was not bad. (:
We wasted time browsing through the television channels until about 7pm before we got ready to go Bugis. Very unfortunately, I realised I'd forgotten to bring my EZ-Link card, so we could only have our dinner at central. By the way, the satays were delicious.

On to a less brighter note, my grandpa is still in the hospital. He was transferred to St Luke's the day before but he went back to NUH on the same day because he wasn't feeling well. This is, I think, the 2nd time he's been there and back. I don't think he really wants to go there. In my opinion, he's psychologically making himself ill to get back to the hospital.

OH anyway, anyone has the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's or any other movies by Audrey Hepburn? I have the craving. Please tag me or something.

Dinner time bye!