Can someone tell me why, when I google on my own full name, my bloglink continues to appear as the first hit?! I think it started a few weeks ago when WHJ linked me to his blog via my full name but he has since removed my full name from his blog after I asked him to do so (thanks, WHJ!). However, it does not seem to have changed anything. I even selected the blog option to block search engines, but my bloglink still appears at the first hit when I google on my own name!! Argh!

*panic-and-die*

Two weeks ago, the bf bought a travel book on Paris but I have yet to look through it thoroughly so I do not know any other popular attractions in Paris other than Eiffel Towel, Musee du Louvre and Arc de Triomphe.

Then yesterday, I was told to look out for the places that I would like to visit. From the first few websites I visited, I gathered that the six attractions that are not to miss are Eiffel Tower, Musee du Louvre, Arc de Triomphe, Centre Pompidou, Cite des Sciences at de l’Industrie and Musee d’Orsay.

With more findings, other well-known places of interest are:
–> Palais des Congres
–> Champs Elysees
–> Champs Elysees Cinema District
–> Musée du Quai Branly
–> Bois de Boulogne
–> Palais de la Decouverte
–> Notre Dame
–> Botanical gardens Jardin des Plantes
–> Eurodisney

Frankly speaking, I do not know how to pronounce any of the above attraction names other than Eurodisney and ironically, we are not going to Eurodisney and that is for sure. Hmpf.

Talking about hmpf, I really hate this. I have been looking for cashmere/wool tops for the past few weeks but nothing of that sort came up. Then less than 3 days before I leave, I chanced upon these on some online website:

The prices are reasonable and I do not even mind paying the small delivery fee but guess what?! It would take 3-7 working days for the goods to be delivered to my place! Sigh, never mind.

I was contemplating between hiding the word or accentuating it, and decided to accentuate it. How did I know about this shop? I was not searching for hello kitty BRAs if that is what you are suspecting!! I am too young for BRAs!! Then how did I know about this shop? I heard about it from someone (of course!!) and decided to search for it online so that I can blog about it (that’s all!!). It turns out that there is only a Chinese website linked to it, or at least all the outlets seem to be in China:

Oh, I love this map which I got from the website!! Look at the labels!! Hello Kitty’s ribbon!! I am so fascinated by the idea and I wonder why default labels on maps are always inverted water-drop or some boring looking whatever. Every map should use Hello Kitty’s ribbon as their labels!! Okay, I am so random so back to my original topic. As I have explained earlier, I was not looking for hello kitty BRAs but guess what? I happened to chance upon these…

…while accidentally browsing the catalog on the website. I think they look nice. What do you think? Should I…eat broccoli tonight?

Seriously, I am so confused. What are all these doing in my computer?

…even for my !!!

…and I have not packed and am still lacking in stuff I would need. I did some shopping today and even with a checklist, I still missed out on a number of items. I hope I will not have trouble with packing as packing would require a significant level of brain power and physical power and I am seriously lacking in both. I also hope I will not get whirling spells during or after the flight. Sigh.

Thankie to all my dear friends, for your kindness and concern. I feel so attended-to in the past few days, and have rested enough to be able to start living my life normally again although I still experience the whirling spells, but less. I get it when I lie down and when I get up. Thankie WHJ, for sharing with me his own experience and even wrote me messages on MSN in case I was too slow to get the one he wrote on my blog. I would not have known that lying on my tummy would reduce the whirling effect. It works and now, I lie on my tummy before getting up from bed. It seems that I am not alone, not that I feel happy to know that I am not that only one suffering from this strange illness. I read the symptoms of Vertigo, the medical illness and I believe that they are the same as what I had experienced and am still experiencing. I know how to prevent the whirling spells from catching up with me but I feel disgusted by the fact that I have to go extra miles to prevent it from happening to me. I can get it by simply looking down at my feet while standing. How argh is that?

Oops, I think my story has moved away from the title of this post. This will be my second trip to Holland, and I hope everyone will be happier this time (with me around). Paris is my xmas gift for this year. I will share the pictures with you, my dear friends, as soon as I can.

I am actually too sick to blog but I want to have this written down in case something happens to me and then I might regret not making use of the short time I had to tell the tale. Not that it is much of a tale anyway.

On Tuesday night, something terrible happened to me. I had a usual day at work and when I reached home, I spent some time in front of my laptop chit-chatting with my friends on MSN and playing with my pet on FaceBook. Reaching 11PM, I decided to call it a day so I shut down my laptop, switched off the lights and as I was lying on my bed, all ready to sleep, I decided to send a message to my friend via my handphone. As I was writing the message in the dark, I felt myself falling off the bed. It was all so fast and I was so shocked that I did not move. I was shocked because I did not remember rolling myself in my bed and I was even more shocked when I realized that I had not fallen off the bed, and had, in fact, not moved at all. It was a whirling spell that illusionalized me, and the first of all the subsequent whirling spells that followed. I lay on my bed for a minute, and decided to sit up but the moment I tried to sit up, I was pushed back to bed in such a great force I screamed aloud. If I were any more superstitious, I would have been scared to death thinking that there were some evil spirit in my bedroom. I do not believe in that, but still, I was scared to mute silence after hearing myself scream and knowing that everything was not a dream. I did not know what was happening to me. It took me a long time to gather enough courage to try to sit up again, but again I was pushed back in the same great force. I forgot how many times I tried to get up, but I remember telling myself that I had to get out of the bedroom and to aim for the couch in the living room. On my first try out of bed, I did not make it further than my bedroom door. I fell on the floor on my own because everything was whirling so badly my vision was toppling at fast speed. My body and my eyes did not know what was vertical and what was not anymore. I sat down on the floor and weeping with sheer fright was all I could do. After a while, I gathered enough courage to move to the couch in the living room. I spent some time there trying to sleep sitting up and hoping that everything would be fine when I woke up. It did not, and the same thing happened to me again in the middle of the night when I tried to move back to my bedroom. I was so afraid but I was also very angry with whatever that was. I wanted to fight it off. In all my pain, I sent a message to my brother using my handphone. I told him to give me a ride to the hospital the next morning.

My brother sent me to the hospital the next day and I must say that the doctors, or at least that particular doctor at CHANGI HOSPITAL A&E, sucked. I told him what happened to me, and he did not seem to find any catch in my story, like it is freaking normal for anyone to have such a whirling experience for the first time. He asked if I had it often, if I had fainted and if I had fits. I told him no, no, and no. If it was that serious, I would not have walked in on my own and be put on the least urgent queue, right? His dull expression irritated me and I still feel that he could have at least referred me to someone who knows how to check an eye or a half a head when I told him that my whirling experience could be caused by my right eye or the right side of my head because I felt numbness in those two areas since the start of the whirling spells. What he did was really a joke. He took me to one corner and made me read the numbers on a freaking eyesight-checking board, or whatever that is called. Then he told me there was nothing wrong with my eyes! Like, DUH!!! So I asked him if I should just ignore the numbness in my right eye and on the right side of my head. He thought for a while and told me to squeeze my eyes shut, then he tapped my cheeks, first on the left and then on the right, and asked me if I felt any difference. I said no, and he started to look like I was wasting his time, like he did not get why I was there. Then, he sent me for an ECG - some heart check, and that proved nothing wrong with my heart. He told me my blood pressure, my sugar level, my heart whatever are all fine and that I should just drink more water and have more sleep!!! I was happy to be ‘kicked out’ but not happy with his putting my pain off like it was nothing.

It has been more than 24 hrs since my visit to the hospital. Well, he could be right, thank goodness. I still feel numbness on the right side of my eye and on the right side of my head, and I still experience short whirling spells when I go from sitting to lying down. No matter how slowly I do it, I still get the whirling spell but now, I close my eyes to fight it off. That is about all I can do.

With less severe whirling spells came a migraine, what great luck I have. If you do not see my next post in 20 years, I am probably dead.

My xxx bought me a Learn-Dutch book last weekend. It is my first Learn-Dutch book, and my second Learn-New-Language book. My first one is Japanese. I got through the first few chapters of the Learn-Japanese book but not using the language was a big minus point to my learning it because once I stopped revising what I have learnt, I forgot every single byte of it that had been in my head.

Anyway, I had my first formal Dutch lesson on the same day I got the book. It is definitely not easy for me for I am not good at learning languages. However, having a book helps, because I get to revise what I have learnt if I am not too lazy. My laziness rarely sets in, I tell you, unless when the bed is around. The problem is, the bed is always around.

A-ah, B-bay, C-say, D-day, E-ay, F-eff, G-HGay,
H-hah, I-ee, J-yay, K-kah, L-ell, M-emm, N-enn,
O-oh, P-pay, Q-kEE, R-air, S-ess, T-tay, U-EE,
V-fay, W-vay, X-iks, Y-ye???, Z-zett

Exercise 1 Read the following:
boer, peer, straat, boot, poel, man, pot, trein, tuin, leeuw, bus, buur, pen, poot, taai, aardig, nieuw, groei, mooi, nou

Exercise 2 Write down the plurals of these nouns:
trein-> treinen, leeuw-> leeuwen, boer-> boeren,
peer-> peren, poot-> poten, buur-> buren,
pen-> pennen, tuin-> tuinen, bus-> bussen,
boot-> boten, straat-> straten, man-> mannen,
deur-> deuren, maan-> manen

If the word contains a vowel pair (aa, ee, oo or uu), the plural of the word is obtained by removing a letter in the vowel pair and adding en to the back of the word. So the plural of maan is manen, the plural of peen is penen, the plural of poot is poten, and the plural of buur is buren.

If the word contains a vowel (a, e, o, or u), the plural of the word is obtained by doubling the last letter of the word and adding en to the back of it. So the plural of man is mannen, the plural of pen is pennen, the plural of pot is potten, and the plural of bus is bussen.

The plurals of all other words are obtained by adding en to the back of the word.

Correct??

This used to be a hard question for me, or rather, I would have easily taken care of it with some widely acceptable answers. I might not have realized how it had affected my life, or the people around me. Or I might have, but did not bother to do anything. Or I might have tried to do something, but in a wrong way.

Recently, I find it so much easier to live with the person I love, for I have gained much insights to the answers for this question. Love is accepting him for who he is and not comparing him with others. Love is letting him know what I am uncomfortable with. Love is putting myself in his shoes before blowing matters up. Love is treasuring the time we have now and not crying over the past.

In case you are wondering if I am who you thought I was, yes, I am tingal. Perhaps it does not sound right here but well, it is just something I want to share with you, my dearest SanrioTown friends.

It has been a few weeks since my bf and I were not nice to each other. For quite a few months prior to these few weeks, we were doing such a crappy job as a pair. There were so much we did not understand about each other, and it just got worse month after month and sadly, year after year. I am glad we made some progress in the recent weeks, and I hope we continue to understand each other.

Paris est pour les amoureux - Paris is for lovers

Remember this post of mine? Now, guess what?

This is like the third time I am talking about my addiction in SanrioTown. She is Purplies, my Facebook pet. Recently, Pet Society, the group that manages this Facebook application, decided to segregate our pet’s house into different rooms. So there we have, several rooms in the house to doll up for our pet. It has to be the loviest application I have had, and by far, the best application in Facebook.

I love Pet Society!!!

I know the title sounds mean. In fact, the post is not going to get any nicer. Let me know if I have overreacted - but not before you read what I have written. Argh, why am I doing this in the first place? I hate myself every other minute for publishing this post. What if she ends up on my blog some day!? On the other hand, if I do not publish what I have written, what should I do with the post?

Anyway, short story long. She invited me to her apartment’s gym for a workout session and I agreed without much thought, reasons being she mentioned that she did not like to do workout on her own, and my fat level was too high I did not think rejecting an invite to a workout session was an option. So that evening, I walked from my place to her apartment. Sweaty and tired, I reached her place about 10-min late, after a 15-min walk. She was waiting at the guardhouse for me, and the first thing I saw when I reached the guardhouse was her grumpy face and from it came a few strings of grumpy text. Okay, so I was late. I can take a grumpy face with some grumpy text. It is ok.

We headed straight for the gym straightaway and I started using the only treadmill in the gym. She had earlier mentioned that she did not like the treadmill. I jogged for about 10-min on the treadmill and from the time I started jogging to the next 180 seconds, she was going around the gym, spending about 20-sec at each workout station and the rest of the time trying to figure out how to use the equipment. When she was done, she told me that she had to the gym’s bathroom. The last thing I would expect a resident user of the gym to do is to go for a 20-min full shower in the gym’s bathroom when her apartment is just nearby. When I was done with my jogging, I did nothing but waited pathetically in the gym for her. She took so freaking long and it pissed me slightly that she came out with washed hair and washed everywhere, and took her own sweet time to put on her socks and shoes. I did not get why she went for a shower in the gym’s bathroom, and why she needed a full shower after a 3-min workout. I could not take the curiosity, so I asked her. She replied that she thought we were going to the next street for dinner, and she wanted to be clean for that. I was comtemplating whether I should just let it go, that she probably was just being considerate and would rather have me wait a lifetime for her to shower, when she told me that she needed to go back to her apartment before leaving for dinner because she wanted to swap her socks and shoes for comfortable slippers. Argh, I was so tired and hungry, and all I wanted was a dinner or maybe even no dinner, so that I could get on my way home for a shower and a good rest. She just had to live in her own life and made me part of it.

Dinner time was not easy. We went to Subway after what she wanted was not available. Argh, she did not want to take her own Subway sandwich because she thought it was too heavy, so fine, we ordered one and shared. Each sandwich meal comes with a drink and two cookies. She chose one cookie and I chose a different one. Once we sat down at our table, I started eating the cookie I chose with my hand, and she was shocked because she thought we were sharing half of each cookie we had chosen, and I was using my hand on the one I was eating! On top of all these nonsense, she was being grumpy and kept challenging me to what I was saying.

I was so glad dinner was over and I could walk home. She offered me a ride home but I was more than eager to walk home on my own.