There's young and then there's young.

Guys being guys, and gals being gals, it is only a matter of time before both turn their attentions to matters of the heart.

But when Cupid comes knocking in the form of a cute, bubbly little 7-year-old, you cannot help but be caught by surprise. Mixed with amusement. And, maybe, just a tad of dismay, that the little one should start imitating the adults in their game of Hearts so early....

Ok maybe I'm just making it sound too drama. But seriously, wouldn't YOU be startled and amused if a 7 year-old started calling you his GF??? It's like, okayyyyyy, and here I was treating you like my little brother....

Maybe the fact that there is no 'generation gap' between me and him when he comes with his Mummy to office (in comparison to his talking to aunties who have 30 or more years between them to be bridged) has influenced his way of thinking. Or maybe it was his father's teasing that sparked the idea, after hearing my name pop up more than a few times after just one visit to office. Or maybe... I don't know, maybe I don't wanna know.

Whatever it is, I shall just revel in the fact that his little mind probably does not think any further than just the term itself. And hopefully the innocence of childhood will keep things simple and sweet and uncomplicated for as long as possible. As my brother said, "Better not break his heart at such a young age ahh...don't want him to grow up a troubled and depressed fella just because.." Heehee. Hopefully not!

Don't grow up so fast, Gareth-boy:)

**It has been everlastingly long since she last visited her under-world...I wanna go divinggg!**

Rambles.

You know how sometimes there are so many thoughts and words flying about in your head, yet when you try to get them down into black marks on a screen to make some logical sense, they elusively slip away...leaving you with so much on your mind and nothing at your fingertips...

So in a vain attempt to cover up the lack in literary prose, I shall do a random post accompanied by random pictures from the past few random days, each a story of its own.

{ Here was a chillout with my colleague and ex-colleague, Serene and Xue-Ling! Taste of Thailand added some spice to our dinner, and indulging in Swensons ice-cream was an expensive but delicious finish. Amazingly, Serene turned down her opportunity to get the Topless Five, and we didn't share the Earthquake thingy as we initially were considering, but we did share some fun and laughter. And that, after all, was the best dish of the night. }

{ So i brought my camera to Joelle's housewarming thinking to take some pics of the adults...and ended up taking some little people instead! They were by far the cutest things around, especially this little prince sitting in his father's lap. And why wouldn't I be happy to have them there? Considering that for once, I wouldn't be the YOUNGEST in the whole gathering of colleagues and friends... }

{ Something about this mirror somewhere along Arcadia Road caught our attention one Sunday afternoon as we were strolling back to the cars..Yes, we're talking random, here... }

{ Never - I repeat, never ever underestimate shy people. Even the young 'uns. This kid barely talked a single word the entire evening that she spent with me, yet when I took out the camera, she knew what to do, alright. i didn't know that cam-whoring can start at such a young age! Either that or she's just a natural poser. Both ways, it worked out well for my camera. And for us. Because, we had one blast of a time. }

**She has been sucking lozenges the whole day...and today's work was the end of the rope without the knot at the end**

Hungry, Greedy, or - just plain BORED???

I honestly have no idea.

You know the kind of feeling you sometimes get, when you’re so stressed out about something that even when your stomach feels hungry, you just don’t feel like putting any morsel of food into your mouth? The kind of hungry-but-don’t-feel-like-eating feeling that has become a form of excuse whenever my mind is too caught up trying to figure out some “big” (usually L-related) matter in my head.

Well these last few days, I’ve been experiencing just the opposite.

Instead of not wanting to eat, I’ve been getting that urge to just munch on something at random moments all throughout the day. And it’s weird.

Seriously. Weird AND scary.

I mean, what I’m feeling now certainly can’t be hunger (I just ate lunch!!!). And I would rather not use the word “greedy” as that to me signifies an all-consuming drive for food that overtakes all other passions, which is not exactly IT, either. And yet it’s not like I’m particularly bored, as there is more than enough work on hand to keep me busy for one and a half days on end.

So to what exactly am I to attribute this strange urge to??

It seems like my brain keeps on nagging at me to go scavenging for anything edible – be it ice cream, biscuits, nuts, sweets, whatever. And my tummy, instead of yelling back in protest, is replying cheerfully, “Sure, sure – come on in. I can always make a bit more room here” pushing around abit, “and there..Ahh, just enough space left for DESSERT.”

To add salt to wound, I haven’t had much time lately to exercise and work out, so I don’t even have a valid excuse for my food binging. Which is what makes it all the more scary.

I wonder if my mind is just trying to escape from thinking about something which it needs to, and sneakily finding its way out by directing all energies into looking for food instead.

Uh-oh, this is SO not good.

*She is holding off the urge to open the Hello Panda packet sitting in her cupboard*

Obsessed.

Can you believe it took a two hour long movie just to describe that word?

And yet the producers did a horribly good job. Good enough to get the hair raising on the back of my neck, anyway.

From the stable, loving husband who always insisted on giving his wife and son top priority in his life to his pretty wife who fiercely loved her husband and son to the delusional woman whose irrational fantasies of her 'affair' hurt others and eventually herself most of all, this movie portrayed vividly the strong feelings and emotions that slashed all the way through the story. It was one of the most creepy twists to a love story that I have yet seen. It showed in an extreme way how one crazed gal can wreak havoc in a blissfully happy family life, and how true faithful love between a husband and a wife secretly never gives up no matter what.

The movie toyed with the emotions of the watchers. It drew their sympathy for Derek Charles, the poor black guy who was such a caring husband and responsible father but was victimized by the unfortunate series of events. It aroused hot anger at Liza, the selfish TempGal whose bold attempts to bring her fantasy to a reality caused much pain and hurt to those affected by her actions. And it gave them an incredible sense of satisfaction, a "Yeahhhh!!!" with each blow that Sharon, the infuriated wife, gave to the intruder of their family's home and happiness. There was certainly no tear of sadness in anyone's eyes when Liza's obsession finally led to her death. Their only regret was that it didn't happen sooner.

Frankly, this show freaked me out.

It was distressing to watch how a wonderful couple's relationship can crumble in just a few minutes because of misunderstandings and loss of trust, and yet know how real a situation it can be. Just as it was terrifying to see how a crazed stalker will stop at nothing to get what she wants.

It was one of those movies that leave you frozen in your seat even after the white words flash on a black screen and the lights come on in the theatre. One of those that leave mental images stamped in your mind so that even now when you think about it, they replay and leave you inwardly shuddering.

The one saving grace that makes this show worth watching is the beautiful love story portrayed even in the most extreme of circumstances. Through thick and thin, Derek's love for Sharon remained strong and untouched. It frustrated him to be misunderstood by her when all he had ever done was to stay true to her. His thoughtful care for her wellbeing and happiness in both big and little things spelled that four letter word L-O-V-E in ways that speech can only hope to achieve. He was the epitome of what every girl wants to have. (I mean personality-wise, of course. The black part is a non-sequiter.) Then there was the way Sharon watched over him with a protective jealousy. You can feel her pain when she thought he was being unfaithful to her and acted according to her impulse, and are witness to the fact that she hurt as much as Derek did to be separated from each other. And needless to say, it thrilled me to watch the scene where she gave back to him the key to the house and to her heart.

Love, after all, is two people giving, and taking, and not keeping count.

**She feels like it has been such a long week..me needs a de-stresser!**

Frustration.

Frustration is a curious plant.

It springs up when the seedlings of Indignation, Irritation, Perturbation, and Impatience are thrown together into a soil rich with unwelcome factors.

One type of soil is when whatever is going on sucks terribly, but you are in no position to do anything about it. Another type is when someone is getting on your nerves (and blissfully ignorant of what a dangerous state they are in) but you have to mask your negative feelings with professionalism and basic courtesy. Yet another type is when you have done all you can to change a situation, but you have come to the end of the road, with your hands tied and stuck inbetween a rock and a hard place.

It is a combustive mix, creating in you an emotion so strong that you have the desire to pull your hair out, or scream out loud, or box somebody - just to release it.

Once it is there, however, you need a strong, metal shovel of Willpower to dig it out.

With some, the plant grows slowly but with deep roots, getting fertilizer from each little frustration and every bad day till it mutates into Resentment. With others, the plant grows fast and furious in a few minutes, but with shallow roots. A downpour of Tears or the warming kiss of the sun through Loved ones and Friends uproots the plant and tosses it into the Trashbag of Forgiveness.

It would be unreasonable, no matter how much we may wish it to be so, to believe that we can avoid such an unpleasant weed from taking root, brief or lasting, in our garden of Life. After all, we are human and there are too many varying factors in every day that can change at any split second to create the worst or the best of days.

Perhaps then, it would be fitting to take away with us that quote that has been a comfort to so many: "To err is human; to forgive is divine."

**She finds it strange that the strongest emotions wring out the deepest inspirations**