Level 3 is absolutely brutal. These are my “cheat sheets” (loosely defined by me as information I feel I should know at the tip of my finger for the exam) for the 3 levels. Yep, it goes from left to right: Level 3, 2, 1.

These exclude my 3 notebooks used for level 3 to write down everything (cheat sheets are the summary of the notebooks) vs. only 1 notebook each for Levels 1 & 2. THREE freakin’ notebooks!! WTF?

So if anyone says Level 3 is the easiest of them all, FUCK YOU!

It’s almost like a piece of art, all these teeny tiny words cramped into 2 columns on both sides of paper.

For some reason, looking at that picture, all I see are words like “aversion”, “feelings of regret”, “fear”…

WHAT WAS I THINKING?? That I could possibly remember ALL the information in here?? That’s just insane. Now I have to make a cheat sheet for the cheat sheet.

Siiigh last weekend!!! I CAN’T WAIT! I have lost ALL stamina for studying. Absolutely brutal.

Fat Cat, real name Graciela, has been miserable the last few days. He’s been vomiting and leaking poop (yes, literally) and just looking absolutely miserable. You’d think that it’s hard to tell if he’s miserable, because he pretty much just lays at one spot all day aside from getting up to eat. But he was definitely sad.

Pat took him to the vet today and turns out he has just been terribly constipated. Apparently, the vet told Patrick that Graciela entered The Enema Hall of Fame today. Something about 10 inches of. Let’s leave it at that.

Now, Graciela is back to normal. He was hungry right away. No surprise there. I’m so happy he is well.

In a previous life, I used to be the I-hate-cats kellykelly. I am a changed woman now, obviously. But Graciela and I still have baggage from our past. Still, I cannot doubt now how much I do like him, although I still don’t hug and cuddle up to him the way I do with the other kitties (not that I’m an evil step-mom…he has aLOT of hair and dander…wellll maybe a little because I’m an evil step-mom). He is really a great cat. He is great with the rest of our cats. All our little kitties hate each other and fight each other all the time. But all 3 of them will only approach Graciela and snuggle up to him when they are cold, or get a bath from him. He is like the Godfather of Chansikitties. He sleeps next to Patrick every single night (well except the nights he leaked poop…ya gotta draw the line somewhere), either by his feet or in the cradle of his arm. He was by Pat’s side when Pat was laid out and exhausted from chemotherapy almost a decade ago. For that, I love him. He is 14 years old and has lived in Florida, Colorado, San Francisco, Singapore, and New York. Zion and Buddy went nuts getting off the flight, and took a week to get over the trauma; but Graciela was pretty much silent the whole time, being the seasoned traveler he is, and was back to his eating self in no time. We can take him out to the park and take him camping. He is such a trooper and I’m so happy he is well again.

Graciela with Zion and Slope. Zion and Slope will never sleep near each other…but it’s okay if The Godfather is buffering them.

1. Catching your train just as you arrive the train station;
2. Seeing your local (transfer) train pull up across the platform as your express train arrives;
3. Having every traffic light you have to cross magically turn in your favor as you walk home from work.

Spontaneously, I decided to buy a small cup of plain yoghurt for breakfast this morning. I put the 6oz cup of yoghurt down. “$1.50″ said the Korean lady at the cashier (yes, ridiculous price but it’s midtown). Then I remembered I don’t have honey and plain yoghurt is very tart. So I asked for 2 packets of sugar. The lady gave me one. I asked for another one, please. She took out the 2nd packet of sugar and said “$1.75″. I was aghast. “You are charging me 25 cents for 1 packet of sugar?” “Yes” she said and repeated “$1.75″.

I walked out.

Now, I entirely understand the store having to raise the prices of eggs by 28% because of food inflation. You can even raise the price of the yoghurt to $1.75 tomorrow for all I care. But charging me 25 cents for 1 teaspoon of sugar is entirely unacceptable. It’s not the 25 cents…it’s the moral of it all…It just shows how bad they are at customer service. HELLO! This is New York City…there are 8 other stores selling the EXACT same stuff on the same block. Why do I have to go to you again, bitch?

My MSN nickname right now is “kellykelly – stressed”.

Patty wrote back –
stressed
desserts

little things that make me smile.

The price of a dozen organic eggs from next door went up from US$3.49 to US$4.49 in just the last couple of weeks. That’s a 28.65% increase!

That’s fine for us spoiled first world hippie-wannabes…just 8.3 cents more per egg, organic too. But how would the poorest of the poor survive?

Roughly a billion people live on $1 a day. If, on a conservative estimate, the cost of their food rises 20% (and in some places, it has risen a lot more), 100m people could be forced back to this level, the common measure of absolute poverty. In some countries, that would undo all the gains in poverty reduction they have made during the past decade of growth. Because food markets are in turmoil, civil strife is growing; and because trade and openness itself could be undermined, the food crisis of 2008 may become a challenge to globalisation.

- Economist

Man, I’m having massive cravings for Singapore food right now. I dream of Crab Beehoon at that Toa Payoh coffee shop. Or nasi lemak. I know I’m TOTALLY spoiled with great food in NYC, but I just want some crab beehoon…. please?

I just listened to David Enchilada and David Cook sing at the Today Show concert next to my office. I say listened because I couldn’t see either of them standing at the back. I’m not THAT fan crazy enough to stand in line for hours to get up front. Heh. It was right next to my office and right before work, so why not (totally trying to play the cool I’m-not-a-tourist New Yorker here…although my crazy lust for David Cook has totally subsided. I think it was the whole passion to win my bets that brought the crazed side out. Now it’s kinda like, ok, he won, he’s on a gazillion shows…meh. He’s still hot but now a little over-publicized, which is not his fault. American Idol machine).

So Enchilada sang Think of Me, and Cookie sang the Magic Rainbow song. I once read an article from someone who watched the final performances live in the theatre, and he mentioned how he could see why Simon called it a “knock-out” in favor of Enchilada because when you hear him sing live, his voice reverberates through the theatre and knocks you over. Wheareas Cookie’s voice didn’t have the same impact. I now know what he’s talking about. Standing outdoors in noisy NYC, Enchilada’s voice really soared. It was really impressive. The song that I didn’t quite like on TV (I loved the song the way it is and didn’t like the pop-ification of it), I now find very lovely.

Cookie, without the fuck-me charm that he exudes close up on TV (I was too far away to see), didn’t seem to soar the way Enchilada’s voice did. It could also be the song (really, magic rainbows?…although I think he did a great job of taking SOME cheese out of that song), or the week of intense interviewing that made him lose his voice somewhat. He sounded raspier even as he was talking to the audience. But as Randy would say, it was alright for me, dawg.

Videos:
Enchilada:

Cookie:

I stared at this blankly for 5 seconds before I burst out laughing.

via snowboard

NOT that I condone such a foul name-calling of Hillary…

And Blu does it again.

Details in the head here.

Genius is so sexy.