In the end, I settled for a hard boiled egg and mandarin orange while watching half of Taxi Driver last night. That seemed to satisfy my cravings, somewhat.

Taxi Driver was good, never mind that Jodie Foster had about 10 lines. Robert De Niro gave me the chillywillies, and he leaves you wondering through out the film if he's good, evil or just plain obsessive.

From now on, am going to try hardest not to get obsessed about food, it's becoming so that it's starting to affect my studying, a little. I will not let myself slide any further, or I know I'll border on self-destruction. It's always one thing or the other, even when my life should be relatively snag-free and as smooth sailing as it can get, I always have to find something to destroy myself with. Mom thinks my peeling nails and cuticles habit is a sign of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But. In manner of Ms Jones, Am confident, self-assured, collected woman of the new millennium. Will not let self get rattled under anyone or anything under any circumstances. Though I just dug up a photo of me+C when I was about 4 kgs lighter, and I looked so much better. I'm bordering on chubby now.

Everyone seems to be celebrating their 400th diary entry of late. 5 more to go.

Oh yes, just a little anecdote, by way of spicing up an entry by writing about an actual incident in my life, instead of this self-obsessive whiny introspection. I've taken the MRT with her in the past week, about 3 times, and I felt nothing. I dont even give it second thoughts after stepping off the train. So. Am stable once again.

Tiny revelation: I think I'm geting stupider. Really. Will follow up on that after pondering about that a bit. But even if I do come to that conclusion, I will blame it on mobile phone radiation/excessive computer usage/the alignment of the moon with the earth being in disharmony. In other words, if I DID become stupider, it certainly wasn't through my own devices. So there.