Sueños.
A late night youtube surf found me Mig Ayesa's Baby I Love Your Way mtv. It's a more mellow cover of Peter Frampton's original, dedicated to his wife. Click here.
Click here to view his life rendition on Rockstar INXS.
I've got a massive bag of prep work to do over the weekend, in view of "next week from hell".
I'll have to snap and settle the pictures for 103; zip down to the two movie cafes and churn out an article; revise for Monday's Spanish class; prepare my speech for 106 (which honestly I am rather looking forward to); start doing my readings for 103 and 105; and cook up a dish for Sunday's potluck lunch. And I still intend to go hunting for my swimsuit, and possibly have tea at Foster's.
Coming week.
Mon - Chron article deadline
Tues - 104 deadline
Wed - 103 quiz, 103 photo assignment presentation, FOC meeting
Fri - 105 quiz, 106 speech
Sun - Carwash
My first official lesson behind the wheel starts bright and early at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow. Time for a light dose of chick lit before hitting the sack. I hope I don't puncture any tyres on my first day.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
The days of 2:30 p.m. tv.
The days of 2:30 p.m. tv.
Do you remember? Coming home from Primary school and plonking down with lunch in front of the tv to watch those channel 8 drama re-runs.
Colored crayons, penmanship worksheets, and Mrs. Lim Su Chan.
Do you remember? Coming home from Primary school and plonking down with lunch in front of the tv to watch those channel 8 drama re-runs.
Colored crayons, penmanship worksheets, and Mrs. Lim Su Chan.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Twisted knickers and broken hearts.
Twisted knickers and broken hearts.
feeling: cheerful
music: lecturer's drone on media planning
The smell of clean laundry drying in the corridors, and an intangible musky, but not unpleasant, smell. I've never been all ra-ra about hall life, and I haven't been around that much, choosing to go home for emotional refuge. Yet yesterday, in the span of one night, I was reminded of the pleasant familiarities. Coming 'home' to a hysterical catch-up with the room-mate, going out for a sunset jog with Silver, stopping to chat with the neighbours, friends dropping by with supper invitations and to offer snacks, and the noisy greetings and horsing about along the hallways.
And despite wanting to get my full eight hours of shut-eye, I stayed way past the 11 p.m. bedtime I'd self-imposed, chatting with an unintended confidante about dilemmas, twisted knickers, and broken hearts. Long drawn out doubts reached semi-clarity, but that was nothing my rationale could not have already concluded. It's annoying, how women oddly fancy being bastardised. Equally annoying is how humans never quite want what is right beneath our upturned noses.
Unnecessary dilemmas aside, I am inspired to train and run a, well, run. The lecture theatre's firewall has blocked the Singapore Sports Council site, so I can't quite find any as of now. Tag me, if anybody has an upcoming event to recommend.
Why do I even bother waking up for a lecture I barely pay attention to? 'Cos I'm a sucker for his media gossip, haha!
My empty stomach's growling. I've stopped stocking my hall room pantry, and it is empty safe for instant coffee and Weet-bix. Great breakfast food, come to think of it. Alright, I've just been succumbing to later and later lie-in mornings. Haha! Lecture's over. Time to grab a sandwich and to sit down for a project brainstorm. I love projects. No sarcasm.
There's quite a bit to look forward to today. Darren's gonna show me the mortifying recording for my one-hit-'wonder' gig, I'm hitting the pool with the girls, and there's pizza block supper tonight. Off I go.
feeling: cheerful
music: lecturer's drone on media planning
The smell of clean laundry drying in the corridors, and an intangible musky, but not unpleasant, smell. I've never been all ra-ra about hall life, and I haven't been around that much, choosing to go home for emotional refuge. Yet yesterday, in the span of one night, I was reminded of the pleasant familiarities. Coming 'home' to a hysterical catch-up with the room-mate, going out for a sunset jog with Silver, stopping to chat with the neighbours, friends dropping by with supper invitations and to offer snacks, and the noisy greetings and horsing about along the hallways.
And despite wanting to get my full eight hours of shut-eye, I stayed way past the 11 p.m. bedtime I'd self-imposed, chatting with an unintended confidante about dilemmas, twisted knickers, and broken hearts. Long drawn out doubts reached semi-clarity, but that was nothing my rationale could not have already concluded. It's annoying, how women oddly fancy being bastardised. Equally annoying is how humans never quite want what is right beneath our upturned noses.
Unnecessary dilemmas aside, I am inspired to train and run a, well, run. The lecture theatre's firewall has blocked the Singapore Sports Council site, so I can't quite find any as of now. Tag me, if anybody has an upcoming event to recommend.
Why do I even bother waking up for a lecture I barely pay attention to? 'Cos I'm a sucker for his media gossip, haha!
My empty stomach's growling. I've stopped stocking my hall room pantry, and it is empty safe for instant coffee and Weet-bix. Great breakfast food, come to think of it. Alright, I've just been succumbing to later and later lie-in mornings. Haha! Lecture's over. Time to grab a sandwich and to sit down for a project brainstorm. I love projects. No sarcasm.
There's quite a bit to look forward to today. Darren's gonna show me the mortifying recording for my one-hit-'wonder' gig, I'm hitting the pool with the girls, and there's pizza block supper tonight. Off I go.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Easy breezy.
Easy breezy.
feeling: remiscent/daydreamy
music: jem - flying high
The bus wound past the riverside, slowly enough for me to take in the sights. Early birds having a cuppa at the new Starbucks outlet, sleeping bars, and a lone man jogging along the river. The riverside has held my romanticisms of idealism, ever since a friend brought me on an evening stroll some years back.
I remember walking past a quaint little Japanese cafe/bookshop which I have still yet to check out, past a bar that had sunchairs laid out (for people who are silly enough to tan by the river I assume), past families barbecuing by the riverside; and thinking how much I would love living in the area in the future. Beach sunsets are undeniably sexy, but there is an old-fashioned beauty about watching the sun set on the river. Kinda like the movie poster for Before Sunset.
Picture from http://www.impawards.com
Jem, "Look there, look there."
feeling: remiscent/daydreamy
music: jem - flying high
The bus wound past the riverside, slowly enough for me to take in the sights. Early birds having a cuppa at the new Starbucks outlet, sleeping bars, and a lone man jogging along the river. The riverside has held my romanticisms of idealism, ever since a friend brought me on an evening stroll some years back.
I remember walking past a quaint little Japanese cafe/bookshop which I have still yet to check out, past a bar that had sunchairs laid out (for people who are silly enough to tan by the river I assume), past families barbecuing by the riverside; and thinking how much I would love living in the area in the future. Beach sunsets are undeniably sexy, but there is an old-fashioned beauty about watching the sun set on the river. Kinda like the movie poster for Before Sunset.
Picture from http://www.impawards.com
The bus ultimately drove out of idealism into reality at Paragon, where Ceci and I went nuts at the Island Shop sale while waiting for Jem. Never, ever, shop before breakfast. The cafes we checked out quite didn't measure up to our good old favourite Cedele, so that was where we ended up once again.
Jem, "Look there, look there."
Like Ceci aptly puts it, "Nobody quite serves breakfast like Cedele."
Seeking conclusion, from all this confusion.
Seeking conclusion, from all this confusion.
feeling: choked
music: norah jones - thinking about you
Ever had a question you had no answer to? Or no credible reply? When I allow it, a kaleidoscope of mismatched thoughts fill my mind, especially that of a 2004 beach tarot reading. A million such questions and an unsavoury cocktail of emotions. I can't decide if Wednesday was a smart or dumb decision, and if it brought a certain closure or gnawed at unhealed wounds.
On that note, I can hardly wait for Norah Jones' latest cd to be out. I heard a couple of the songs, and apart from the fact that I am such a huge fan of her music, her lyrics seem to be describing my life right now. It's inspirational and healing in a way, and maybe that is what people meant when they said good lyrics are universal.
Why do my weekends always whizz by? Enjoyed a leisure dinner that lasted three hours with my sis at Borders Bistro yesterday, after our haircuts. Three hours, in the unwilling company of the table of three behind us who were happily getting pissed on three bottles of white wine/champagne. Come on, it was only 7 p.m. when they started sway-walking. We were bemused.
It's past midnight, but my brother's still over at our place, playing interior designer. The entire household's still awake, stuffed from Mom's birthday dinner earlier. All the aircons have been fixed, and repainting's next on the agenda. After spending an absurdly long time poring over the color catalogue, I've decided to go with an earthy khaki and gentle turquoise for my room. I really do fancy having a brick red feature wall, but my siblings' fengshui talk got to me. And you're wondering where I got that new-age streak??
Enough of that new-age mambo jumbo, and back to the topic at hand. Once my koyak grey built-in wardrobe's replaced with a nice wooden one (not till post Chinese New Year me thinks), and once I've gotten rid of all the junk like my even more koyak computer table, I'll hop down to Ikea for wooden blinds, a nice wooden desk, a new bookshelf and a tv table. And finally, a chance for the hammock I picked up in Bali, which i'd initially deemed an unworthy indulgence. My sister will be getting me two sturdy poles from her bestie, who is coincidentally named Michelle, haha. I'm so glad I had the good sense to buy the string lamps from Bangkok. And I've got quite a collection of knick knacks stashed away from my previous travels to add a bit of ethnic pizzazz.
Just think, my very own ethnic/resort inspired sanctuary, with a swinging hammock. I'm psyched!
A lil something for laughs - a short exchange between my brother (yeah, the one with the imaginary friend) and I at dinner earlier.
Me: Why the jacket?
Him: It's my new uniform! I wear a jacket everyday. Smart right?
Me: -studies him. Nope, not smart enough.
Him: 'Cos I'm wearing a tee inside now la. I wear a BLACK shirt on weekdays.
Me: Wah, so cool. You think you sell guns is it?
Him: No. I sell hand weapons. Wanna do, must do big. My guns is the kind need two, three people to operate one.
Me: LOL.
Time for bed. Brunch with Ceci and Jem tomorrow. I could seriously get used to this routine. Brunch, munch, smunch.
feeling: choked
music: norah jones - thinking about you
Ever had a question you had no answer to? Or no credible reply? When I allow it, a kaleidoscope of mismatched thoughts fill my mind, especially that of a 2004 beach tarot reading. A million such questions and an unsavoury cocktail of emotions. I can't decide if Wednesday was a smart or dumb decision, and if it brought a certain closure or gnawed at unhealed wounds.
On that note, I can hardly wait for Norah Jones' latest cd to be out. I heard a couple of the songs, and apart from the fact that I am such a huge fan of her music, her lyrics seem to be describing my life right now. It's inspirational and healing in a way, and maybe that is what people meant when they said good lyrics are universal.
Why do my weekends always whizz by? Enjoyed a leisure dinner that lasted three hours with my sis at Borders Bistro yesterday, after our haircuts. Three hours, in the unwilling company of the table of three behind us who were happily getting pissed on three bottles of white wine/champagne. Come on, it was only 7 p.m. when they started sway-walking. We were bemused.
It's past midnight, but my brother's still over at our place, playing interior designer. The entire household's still awake, stuffed from Mom's birthday dinner earlier. All the aircons have been fixed, and repainting's next on the agenda. After spending an absurdly long time poring over the color catalogue, I've decided to go with an earthy khaki and gentle turquoise for my room. I really do fancy having a brick red feature wall, but my siblings' fengshui talk got to me. And you're wondering where I got that new-age streak??
Enough of that new-age mambo jumbo, and back to the topic at hand. Once my koyak grey built-in wardrobe's replaced with a nice wooden one (not till post Chinese New Year me thinks), and once I've gotten rid of all the junk like my even more koyak computer table, I'll hop down to Ikea for wooden blinds, a nice wooden desk, a new bookshelf and a tv table. And finally, a chance for the hammock I picked up in Bali, which i'd initially deemed an unworthy indulgence. My sister will be getting me two sturdy poles from her bestie, who is coincidentally named Michelle, haha. I'm so glad I had the good sense to buy the string lamps from Bangkok. And I've got quite a collection of knick knacks stashed away from my previous travels to add a bit of ethnic pizzazz.
Just think, my very own ethnic/resort inspired sanctuary, with a swinging hammock. I'm psyched!
A lil something for laughs - a short exchange between my brother (yeah, the one with the imaginary friend) and I at dinner earlier.
Me: Why the jacket?
Him: It's my new uniform! I wear a jacket everyday. Smart right?
Me: -studies him. Nope, not smart enough.
Him: 'Cos I'm wearing a tee inside now la. I wear a BLACK shirt on weekdays.
Me: Wah, so cool. You think you sell guns is it?
Him: No. I sell hand weapons. Wanna do, must do big. My guns is the kind need two, three people to operate one.
Me: LOL.
Time for bed. Brunch with Ceci and Jem tomorrow. I could seriously get used to this routine. Brunch, munch, smunch.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
A solitary adventure.
A solitary adventure.
I think my life is a gym ball, and I refuse to get on it. Not on the ball, get it? I disturbingly enjoy planning my schedule ahead, and while I'm not saying it is a bad thing, I just don't enjoy last minute situations or crop ups. Which is what life is about ain't it? Grabbing life by the balls or horns or what not.
I had barely a day's notice, but I threw my irritating habit of inertia to the wind, prepped my portfolio and headed down to SPH for my writing test. I think I did fine by my own standards, but only time will tell if I meet that of SPH's. Fingers crossed!
The Media Centre seemed a bit out of the way, but the weather was cool albeit abit overcast, and with brief directions from the friendly guard, I set about to find my way home (there was only one bus at the stop so I couldn't go wrong). I was thrilled when the bus emerged from foreign land towards a familiar bus-stop. I quickly alighted, fully intending to hop on bus 147, but instead hopped on another, thinking it would bring me home as well. Instead of heading straight, the bus drove towards a huge roundabout, and horrors of all horrors, I realised I was headed in the opposite direction, away from my house. I was seriously contemplating torturing my poor bladder and taking the bus all the way to Eunos, but inspiration struck, and I got off the minute I saw an overhead bridge. The rest, as they say, is genius history.
I think my sense of direction is improving!
I think my life is a gym ball, and I refuse to get on it. Not on the ball, get it? I disturbingly enjoy planning my schedule ahead, and while I'm not saying it is a bad thing, I just don't enjoy last minute situations or crop ups. Which is what life is about ain't it? Grabbing life by the balls or horns or what not.
I had barely a day's notice, but I threw my irritating habit of inertia to the wind, prepped my portfolio and headed down to SPH for my writing test. I think I did fine by my own standards, but only time will tell if I meet that of SPH's. Fingers crossed!
The Media Centre seemed a bit out of the way, but the weather was cool albeit abit overcast, and with brief directions from the friendly guard, I set about to find my way home (there was only one bus at the stop so I couldn't go wrong). I was thrilled when the bus emerged from foreign land towards a familiar bus-stop. I quickly alighted, fully intending to hop on bus 147, but instead hopped on another, thinking it would bring me home as well. Instead of heading straight, the bus drove towards a huge roundabout, and horrors of all horrors, I realised I was headed in the opposite direction, away from my house. I was seriously contemplating torturing my poor bladder and taking the bus all the way to Eunos, but inspiration struck, and I got off the minute I saw an overhead bridge. The rest, as they say, is genius history.
I think my sense of direction is improving!
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Rocking me inside.
Rocking me inside.
feeling: blah
music: jem - wish i
I took my chances on the rain and my female woes, plastered up Saturday's blisters, and strapped on my running shoes. Ran past Shenton Way and caught some skivers heading home before five. Tsk. Skiver meets skiver. I was supposed to be on the other end of Singapore attending my lecture.
The weight of melancholy. Not too heavy a burden, yet it rules through omnipotence. Right there, at the back of my mind. I'm tired.
Daphne sent me a constellation map, after our impromptu star-gazing at Homecoming. I'm kinda looking forward to getting all buried in work and burnt out. A beach holiday will be so much more enticing then. And the map'll come in useful.
feeling: blah
music: jem - wish i
I took my chances on the rain and my female woes, plastered up Saturday's blisters, and strapped on my running shoes. Ran past Shenton Way and caught some skivers heading home before five. Tsk. Skiver meets skiver. I was supposed to be on the other end of Singapore attending my lecture.
The weight of melancholy. Not too heavy a burden, yet it rules through omnipotence. Right there, at the back of my mind. I'm tired.
Daphne sent me a constellation map, after our impromptu star-gazing at Homecoming. I'm kinda looking forward to getting all buried in work and burnt out. A beach holiday will be so much more enticing then. And the map'll come in useful.
Monday, January 22, 2007
I'm on mental holiday.
I'm on mental holiday.
Just back from a stitch inducing afternoon with the girls. Pseudo Spanish swear words and detachable body parts. Oh my. I've got just enough time to shower and zip out for dinner with Ceci at Jurong Point.
The evening sunshine's a deep gold; unlike the morning's pale magnolia.
I feel like I'm on a holiday!
Just back from a stitch inducing afternoon with the girls. Pseudo Spanish swear words and detachable body parts. Oh my. I've got just enough time to shower and zip out for dinner with Ceci at Jurong Point.
The evening sunshine's a deep gold; unlike the morning's pale magnolia.
I feel like I'm on a holiday!
One Sunday morning, sunny side-up please.
One Sunday morning, sunny side-up please.
A morning with Jemo before he succumbs to the allure of forests.
Borrowed a cookie book while we were at the library. I was thinking of my business dream and I thought I'd better feed my backpackers well, lol! On a whim, I baked these peanut butter cookies under Jem's subtle encouragement. They turned out really well, as did the tangy lemon bars.
Hey Jem, kowtow to the culinary master. Hahaha.
Lovely Cedele brunch of wild blueberry pancakes and rosti.
A morning with Jemo before he succumbs to the allure of forests.
Borrowed a cookie book while we were at the library. I was thinking of my business dream and I thought I'd better feed my backpackers well, lol! On a whim, I baked these peanut butter cookies under Jem's subtle encouragement. They turned out really well, as did the tangy lemon bars.
Hey Jem, kowtow to the culinary master. Hahaha.
Rushed out with the neighbours/childhood buds to a primary school friend's 21st.
Here I am, home, late and awfully sleepy.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Girls interrupted.
Girls interrupted.
feeling: the weight of the world
music: amos less ft. norah jones - colors
Ten traumatic laps in a pool monopolized by kids has led Lanxi and I to an unanimous decision - we're sticking to beach runs for our weekend workouts. Nothing quite ruins the momentum than the worry of kicking someone in the face; or getting kicked in the face by someone.
School work's starting. Don't get me started on CS105 and the four irritating journal reviews we have to do. I can feel my procrastination mechanism kicking in, but fight I shall.
Dad's going through a rough patch, and it struck me that I haven't really been there for him. It's a tough balance for I don't quite like to get embroiled in the workings of the family business; but I do want to lend him, if anything, a listening ear.
I know I haven't been quite myself. It has been an emotionally taxing week, made worse by an unusually bad bout of PMS. I wish so much to lift the weight off my shoulders and unburden it on someone, but I am oddly selective of confidantes. There is no problem, and thus no need for advice or solutions. What good would a listening ear be, but to listen?
I realised that I've made quite a few plans with people; plans which I am not quite ready to fulfill. I am perfectly fine, 'cept that my ticklish, trash talking persona will be too much of an effort to summon. I'm craving for a bit of solitude and subdued familiarity, and I don't think I'll make very good social company right now.
Copped out of dining out with the folks and instead treated myself to a long post rain run. Past the railway station. Under trees wet with rain. On the pavement. On the tarmac. Between badly parked motorcycles. Through dim alleyways and uneven grounds. Past semi-asleep shophouses. Three satisfying rounds. Times like these I feel I don't give my body enough faith in the distance it can take me.
Here I am in my jammies, showered and covered in Hazeline Snow. I'm ready for a good sleep, and for brunch with Jem in the morning.
feeling: the weight of the world
music: amos less ft. norah jones - colors
Ten traumatic laps in a pool monopolized by kids has led Lanxi and I to an unanimous decision - we're sticking to beach runs for our weekend workouts. Nothing quite ruins the momentum than the worry of kicking someone in the face; or getting kicked in the face by someone.
School work's starting. Don't get me started on CS105 and the four irritating journal reviews we have to do. I can feel my procrastination mechanism kicking in, but fight I shall.
Dad's going through a rough patch, and it struck me that I haven't really been there for him. It's a tough balance for I don't quite like to get embroiled in the workings of the family business; but I do want to lend him, if anything, a listening ear.
I know I haven't been quite myself. It has been an emotionally taxing week, made worse by an unusually bad bout of PMS. I wish so much to lift the weight off my shoulders and unburden it on someone, but I am oddly selective of confidantes. There is no problem, and thus no need for advice or solutions. What good would a listening ear be, but to listen?
I realised that I've made quite a few plans with people; plans which I am not quite ready to fulfill. I am perfectly fine, 'cept that my ticklish, trash talking persona will be too much of an effort to summon. I'm craving for a bit of solitude and subdued familiarity, and I don't think I'll make very good social company right now.
Copped out of dining out with the folks and instead treated myself to a long post rain run. Past the railway station. Under trees wet with rain. On the pavement. On the tarmac. Between badly parked motorcycles. Through dim alleyways and uneven grounds. Past semi-asleep shophouses. Three satisfying rounds. Times like these I feel I don't give my body enough faith in the distance it can take me.
Here I am in my jammies, showered and covered in Hazeline Snow. I'm ready for a good sleep, and for brunch with Jem in the morning.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Take me to Havana.
Take me to Havana.
picture courtesy of http://www.southamericanexperience.co.uk
picture courtesy of http://www.southamericanexperience.co.uk
Gin has kindly informed me that applying for a visa to Cuba will be one hell of an experience. And the trip will be one hell of an adventure too I assume, but we won't know will we, until further reports on Castro's condition.
I'm resolving to visit the place before I turn 30. I'd have said 25, but considering how out of the way it is, and how I probably will have to save and plan to visit the places around it to make the most out of my air ticket, 30 is a more realistic bet.
I've got ten years to brush up on my Spanish.
I'm resolving to visit the place before I turn 30. I'd have said 25, but considering how out of the way it is, and how I probably will have to save and plan to visit the places around it to make the most out of my air ticket, 30 is a more realistic bet.
I've got ten years to brush up on my Spanish.
winter
winter
refuge only
lasts so long
the bravado must fall
smiles so real
i almost
quite almost, fool myself
false fronts only
mask the grief
that comes in ravaging waves
the ice comes
after storms
to freeze and hold the pain
winter only
lasts so long
the defeated must crawl.
refuge only
lasts so long
the bravado must fall
smiles so real
i almost
quite almost, fool myself
false fronts only
mask the grief
that comes in ravaging waves
the ice comes
after storms
to freeze and hold the pain
winter only
lasts so long
the defeated must crawl.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Roaming empty minds.
Roaming empty minds.
feeling: sick
music: john mayer - slow dancing in a burning room
Hypothesis 1: Pi pa gao soothes a sore throat but causes a cough.
Hypothesis 2: Pi pa gao is of no help whatsoever to a cranky throat; the sore throat healed on its own and was replaced by a cough.
Not like I've got much of a choice. Pi pa gao is the closest cranky throat suppressant I have here in hall. I've just taken a hot shower (about time Hall 4 heater!) and the impossibly hot water on my sunburnt back has succeeded in making me feel almost human again.
*Note to self: Quit being lazy and get girlfriends to help with applying sunblock on back. The overcast skies cleared the minute we hit the pool.
My aunt has just called to check if I'm alright. The extended family, all ten of them, are down with stomach flu. That may explain my sudden throat malfunction. I've decided to put myself to bed by 10:30pm before any possible bug rears its ugly head. Sleep can be the best drug-free drug.
I'd meant to blog about this yesterday but I clean forgot about it - Monday is officially Horny Monday, thanks to the girls' suggestive dressing and even lewder vocalized thoughts (I.e. Chrystal: Don't you feel like pulling Daph's skirt down?). Goodbye Monday Blues.
I'm getting woozy. Am contemplating watching a Grey's Anatomy re-run, but I think I should sleep. Once I pack my overnight back. Buenos noches.
feeling: sick
music: john mayer - slow dancing in a burning room
Hypothesis 1: Pi pa gao soothes a sore throat but causes a cough.
Hypothesis 2: Pi pa gao is of no help whatsoever to a cranky throat; the sore throat healed on its own and was replaced by a cough.
Not like I've got much of a choice. Pi pa gao is the closest cranky throat suppressant I have here in hall. I've just taken a hot shower (about time Hall 4 heater!) and the impossibly hot water on my sunburnt back has succeeded in making me feel almost human again.
*Note to self: Quit being lazy and get girlfriends to help with applying sunblock on back. The overcast skies cleared the minute we hit the pool.
My aunt has just called to check if I'm alright. The extended family, all ten of them, are down with stomach flu. That may explain my sudden throat malfunction. I've decided to put myself to bed by 10:30pm before any possible bug rears its ugly head. Sleep can be the best drug-free drug.
I'd meant to blog about this yesterday but I clean forgot about it - Monday is officially Horny Monday, thanks to the girls' suggestive dressing and even lewder vocalized thoughts (I.e. Chrystal: Don't you feel like pulling Daph's skirt down?). Goodbye Monday Blues.
I'm getting woozy. Am contemplating watching a Grey's Anatomy re-run, but I think I should sleep. Once I pack my overnight back. Buenos noches.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Sepia sunlight.
Sepia sunlight (no no does not mean yes).
feeling: ill
music: damien rice - cannonball
There must be something in the cards against me and my hall's sing & strum performance. I couldn't perform the last time 'cos of a bad throat and fever. The next performance's coming up, and I'm down with sore throat, yet again. What's up with that!
Just back from yet another CS rooftop gig. Coming out to the sight of flickering candles in the dusk was almost breathtaking. I'm just wondering if a cloudless sunset would have marred the soft candlelight? Cool breeze, live music, and a surprisingly starlit sky for company.
I remember the first time I encountered a star-filled sky. I was at the Tioman jetty, and for a few stunned moments, I was afraid to look. The abundance of stars was almost repulsive. Of course, first impressions never last.
That said, there is a kind of cultured beauty in star gazing in an urban landscape. This despite the million city lights competing with the stars, and the fact that you end up looking at the same few stars the whole night.
Life's weird that way.
feeling: ill
music: damien rice - cannonball
There must be something in the cards against me and my hall's sing & strum performance. I couldn't perform the last time 'cos of a bad throat and fever. The next performance's coming up, and I'm down with sore throat, yet again. What's up with that!
Just back from yet another CS rooftop gig. Coming out to the sight of flickering candles in the dusk was almost breathtaking. I'm just wondering if a cloudless sunset would have marred the soft candlelight? Cool breeze, live music, and a surprisingly starlit sky for company.
I remember the first time I encountered a star-filled sky. I was at the Tioman jetty, and for a few stunned moments, I was afraid to look. The abundance of stars was almost repulsive. Of course, first impressions never last.
That said, there is a kind of cultured beauty in star gazing in an urban landscape. This despite the million city lights competing with the stars, and the fact that you end up looking at the same few stars the whole night.
Life's weird that way.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Night of a thousand lanterns.
Night of a thousand lanterns.
feeling: cold, sleepy
KTV-ing with the gang has made me realise just how backward my taste in Mandarin pop is. My suggestions of songs almost always result in blank stares! It was yet another of our lung-busting sessions that involved many hilarious mispronounciations [shui bu zhao jiao (can't get to sleep) become shui bu jiao jiao!] and cracking voices.
Walked around Chinatown for abit after, and the area was weirdly crowd-free despite the upcoming Lunar New Year. It was a little disappointing to not experience the festive buzz, but I can definitely do without jostling crowds. Tried out the traditional desserts at a corner shop, and while variety definitely wasn't the shop's forte, ALL we ordered was spoon licking good. And I have discovered a new place for my toiletry-shopping. Hah! I'm kissing my auntie-in-Thailand-Watsons-days goodbye.
Today's plan was to visit the Sungei Road thieves' market for a look-see and to snap some pictures, but the rain started the minute I reached Little India. Seriously. So we whiled away the afternoon eating nasi briyani at a cornershop in Dunlop St. (reminds me so much of Khao San, Ceci) and gelato at Greenwood. I've read so much about Greenwood in magazines, and I assumed it to be the playground of the rich and status-crazy, but it was surprisingly down to earth. A little like Sixth Avenue.
So here I am back home with a satisfied tummy but a grouchy camera. I've yet to dress for tonight's dinner, and I am still contemplating whether to return to hall tonight. Yes, no. Yes, no. Yes. No. Arghs. I'm too cold and sleepy to think.
feeling: cold, sleepy
KTV-ing with the gang has made me realise just how backward my taste in Mandarin pop is. My suggestions of songs almost always result in blank stares! It was yet another of our lung-busting sessions that involved many hilarious mispronounciations [shui bu zhao jiao (can't get to sleep) become shui bu jiao jiao!] and cracking voices.
Walked around Chinatown for abit after, and the area was weirdly crowd-free despite the upcoming Lunar New Year. It was a little disappointing to not experience the festive buzz, but I can definitely do without jostling crowds. Tried out the traditional desserts at a corner shop, and while variety definitely wasn't the shop's forte, ALL we ordered was spoon licking good. And I have discovered a new place for my toiletry-shopping. Hah! I'm kissing my auntie-in-Thailand-Watsons-days goodbye.
Today's plan was to visit the Sungei Road thieves' market for a look-see and to snap some pictures, but the rain started the minute I reached Little India. Seriously. So we whiled away the afternoon eating nasi briyani at a cornershop in Dunlop St. (reminds me so much of Khao San, Ceci) and gelato at Greenwood. I've read so much about Greenwood in magazines, and I assumed it to be the playground of the rich and status-crazy, but it was surprisingly down to earth. A little like Sixth Avenue.
So here I am back home with a satisfied tummy but a grouchy camera. I've yet to dress for tonight's dinner, and I am still contemplating whether to return to hall tonight. Yes, no. Yes, no. Yes. No. Arghs. I'm too cold and sleepy to think.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Tropical cocktails on rainy nights.
Tropical cocktails on rainy nights.
feeling: cold
I've taken full advantage of the pre-tutorials week for meet-ups, before schoolwork issues me with a social MC. There was dinner and coffee with Faggy, Karin, Ede and Xiu at Jurong Point on Tuesday night; dinner and The Queen with Jason at Vivocity on Wednesday; and Fisherman's Wharf and drinks with Teochew yesterday.
So bumming was the rain that Far East Square was almost deserted when we dropped by for after-dinner drinks.
But it was a rainy night out well-spent, and I vaguely remember talking about how fascinating it was that beneath the refined facades of humanity lay primal needs. It sounds profound yet semi-trashy, don't you think? Haha.
Finally watched Pride and Prejudice, and it wasn't slow-moving like I'd expected it to be. It was... nice. Rather. Not bad a way to spend yet another rainy night me thinks.
Off I go to bed to rest the throat. I pray it'll be fine in time for tomorrow's lung-killing ktv session with the Spottiswoode gang.
feeling: cold
I've taken full advantage of the pre-tutorials week for meet-ups, before schoolwork issues me with a social MC. There was dinner and coffee with Faggy, Karin, Ede and Xiu at Jurong Point on Tuesday night; dinner and The Queen with Jason at Vivocity on Wednesday; and Fisherman's Wharf and drinks with Teochew yesterday.
So bumming was the rain that Far East Square was almost deserted when we dropped by for after-dinner drinks.
But it was a rainy night out well-spent, and I vaguely remember talking about how fascinating it was that beneath the refined facades of humanity lay primal needs. It sounds profound yet semi-trashy, don't you think? Haha.
Finally watched Pride and Prejudice, and it wasn't slow-moving like I'd expected it to be. It was... nice. Rather. Not bad a way to spend yet another rainy night me thinks.
Off I go to bed to rest the throat. I pray it'll be fine in time for tomorrow's lung-killing ktv session with the Spottiswoode gang.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Leisure beats and lazy rhythms.
Leisure beats and lazy rhythms.
feeling: lazy
music: jack johnson - traffic in the sky
I've heard many a frustrated complaint about blogger being down the past couple of days, and I hope this post comes through.
School has started, but classes and work will only begin full swing next week. I've got nothing to rant about really. My exemptions were approved and I have wormed my way out of taking the painful CS816, as well as another 15 AUs worth of electives. This leaves me with empty Thursdays and half-day Fridays, and a lot more time to concentrate on my core modules and Spanish elective. I was initially a little apprehensive about taking a language this semester, but it seems like it'll work out fine with the extra free time I have. Hola Spanish. I am finally taking classes.
The introductory lectures for this semester core modules seem pretty promising. I particularly enjoyed the ones on PPC (advertising and promotion) and EBM (broadcast), and I am pretty psyched about taking pictures for the EBM assignment.
It's been a productive start to the new year. Many of my ideas have been translated into actions. Seems like I have left my penchant for procrastination back in 2006, and I hope it stays back there.
I woke up at nine, ran downstairs to collect my piano practical certificate, then came back up and spent the next hour and a half reading in bed. There ain't quite no better way to wake up, really. Lazy Thursdays. There won't be many more of you for I don't quite intend to while time away. Not this year. :)
Will Jack Johnson ever come to Singapore?
feeling: lazy
music: jack johnson - traffic in the sky
I've heard many a frustrated complaint about blogger being down the past couple of days, and I hope this post comes through.
School has started, but classes and work will only begin full swing next week. I've got nothing to rant about really. My exemptions were approved and I have wormed my way out of taking the painful CS816, as well as another 15 AUs worth of electives. This leaves me with empty Thursdays and half-day Fridays, and a lot more time to concentrate on my core modules and Spanish elective. I was initially a little apprehensive about taking a language this semester, but it seems like it'll work out fine with the extra free time I have. Hola Spanish. I am finally taking classes.
The introductory lectures for this semester core modules seem pretty promising. I particularly enjoyed the ones on PPC (advertising and promotion) and EBM (broadcast), and I am pretty psyched about taking pictures for the EBM assignment.
It's been a productive start to the new year. Many of my ideas have been translated into actions. Seems like I have left my penchant for procrastination back in 2006, and I hope it stays back there.
I woke up at nine, ran downstairs to collect my piano practical certificate, then came back up and spent the next hour and a half reading in bed. There ain't quite no better way to wake up, really. Lazy Thursdays. There won't be many more of you for I don't quite intend to while time away. Not this year. :)
Will Jack Johnson ever come to Singapore?
Sunday, January 07, 2007
In a swing overlooking the skyline.
In a swing overlooking the skyline.
feeling: slightly optimistic
music: sister hazel - your winter
School starts tomorrow. I'm supposed to be back in hall, but the thought of cleaning up that dust hole had me postpone the move till tomorrow morning. Which means I have to be up at bright (more like dark) and early at 6 a.m. Hurray.
I've never quite had the habit of making new year resolutions (it's embarrassing, putting down in black and white resolutions you know you probably will not get around to keeping), but one particular one has been sneaking up on me - be punctual! Punctuality is seriously underrated.
I was doing a bit of reminiscing earlier in the afternoon, thinking of my poly days in the htmig. The times we were chased out of school by the security guards and how we continued our meetings at the bus-stop. We'll end way past midnight and usually return to school the next morning for an event. That was me, at the peak of my drive and passion.
I have become such a lazy bum. I wish I could find a way to channel some of that drive into the million things I have set to accomplish. That said, I am trying to get over the habit of procrastinating. And this has got nothing to do with new year resolutions.
I've emailed that editor; I've called up a driving instructor; and I have an interview as a piano teacher scheduled on Friday. I've asked CH along (to ensure I wouldn't succumb to the lazy side) to go down to the driving centre on Saturday to apply for our PDLs, and I am going to start sourcing for yoga classes. In fact I am going to source for them right now. Any recommendations? No big studios like Pure Yoga or True Yoga please!
feeling: slightly optimistic
music: sister hazel - your winter
School starts tomorrow. I'm supposed to be back in hall, but the thought of cleaning up that dust hole had me postpone the move till tomorrow morning. Which means I have to be up at bright (more like dark) and early at 6 a.m. Hurray.
I've never quite had the habit of making new year resolutions (it's embarrassing, putting down in black and white resolutions you know you probably will not get around to keeping), but one particular one has been sneaking up on me - be punctual! Punctuality is seriously underrated.
I was doing a bit of reminiscing earlier in the afternoon, thinking of my poly days in the htmig. The times we were chased out of school by the security guards and how we continued our meetings at the bus-stop. We'll end way past midnight and usually return to school the next morning for an event. That was me, at the peak of my drive and passion.
I have become such a lazy bum. I wish I could find a way to channel some of that drive into the million things I have set to accomplish. That said, I am trying to get over the habit of procrastinating. And this has got nothing to do with new year resolutions.
I've emailed that editor; I've called up a driving instructor; and I have an interview as a piano teacher scheduled on Friday. I've asked CH along (to ensure I wouldn't succumb to the lazy side) to go down to the driving centre on Saturday to apply for our PDLs, and I am going to start sourcing for yoga classes. In fact I am going to source for them right now. Any recommendations? No big studios like Pure Yoga or True Yoga please!
Friday, January 05, 2007
When words go out of rhyme.
When words go out of rhyme.
feeling: sad
music: five times august - perfectly
I haven't attempted any lyrics or poems in a long while. Either life has been horribly mundane, or my way of looking at things has. I wish I felt strongly enough to string a couple of words together to purge me of the emotional toxins within.
The painfully short life of pure unadulterated happiness. The inevitable slip into mediocre bliss. The hard and fast fall down to rock bottom and the almost instantaneous spring back to deliberate oblivion.
Here I am, in this long drawn spiral of pain and emancipation, nailed to the fence between numbed emptiness and carefree laughter.
Was mediocrity the cynic's answer to fulfillment? Or was it mediocre only because he was a cynic?
feeling: sad
music: five times august - perfectly
I haven't attempted any lyrics or poems in a long while. Either life has been horribly mundane, or my way of looking at things has. I wish I felt strongly enough to string a couple of words together to purge me of the emotional toxins within.
The painfully short life of pure unadulterated happiness. The inevitable slip into mediocre bliss. The hard and fast fall down to rock bottom and the almost instantaneous spring back to deliberate oblivion.
Here I am, in this long drawn spiral of pain and emancipation, nailed to the fence between numbed emptiness and carefree laughter.
Was mediocrity the cynic's answer to fulfillment? Or was it mediocre only because he was a cynic?
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Freeze, snap, bam.
Freeze, snap, bam.
feeling: sleepy
Bitch: Do you know they sell aloe vera in the markets?
Me: Yep
Bitch: Seen one? The real thing.
Me: Yep
Bitch: How come?
Me: My aunt bought, the last time my hand itched. And when I was sunburnt.
Bitch: Have you eaten aloe vera?
Me: Raw?
Bitch: My mom cooked it.
Me: Why cook when you can eat it raw? Got taste?
Bitch (giving me a weird look): Why would you want to eat raw aloe vera?
Me: It's a fruit/veg what. Don't need to cook. Cook already tastier?
Bitch: No
Me: Then eat raw la.
Bitch: Raw???? It's like asking you to eat your sunblock!!
Me: So you like to eat cooked sunblock?
ROFL!
That was swimming/lunch with my bitch. Rushed home to catch 5 Takes: USA before zipping down to Cityhall for dinner with the girls. I was bloody amused at their reactions when they found out that New York New York had a machine dispensing free candy floss. Their instant ecstasy was scary.
Went to check out the new Donut Factory over at Raffles City and we ended up queueing, get this, one and a half hours for the donuts. My my my.
I need sleep. A day of culture awaits me tomorrow.
feeling: sleepy
Bitch: Do you know they sell aloe vera in the markets?
Me: Yep
Bitch: Seen one? The real thing.
Me: Yep
Bitch: How come?
Me: My aunt bought, the last time my hand itched. And when I was sunburnt.
Bitch: Have you eaten aloe vera?
Me: Raw?
Bitch: My mom cooked it.
Me: Why cook when you can eat it raw? Got taste?
Bitch (giving me a weird look): Why would you want to eat raw aloe vera?
Me: It's a fruit/veg what. Don't need to cook. Cook already tastier?
Bitch: No
Me: Then eat raw la.
Bitch: Raw???? It's like asking you to eat your sunblock!!
Me: So you like to eat cooked sunblock?
ROFL!
That was swimming/lunch with my bitch. Rushed home to catch 5 Takes: USA before zipping down to Cityhall for dinner with the girls. I was bloody amused at their reactions when they found out that New York New York had a machine dispensing free candy floss. Their instant ecstasy was scary.
Went to check out the new Donut Factory over at Raffles City and we ended up queueing, get this, one and a half hours for the donuts. My my my.
I need sleep. A day of culture awaits me tomorrow.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Viva la Vivo.
Viva la Vivo.
music: fergie - bailamos
Cleaning is hard work. I hate it, which explains the dumpster I call my room. I embarked on a mini cleaning frenzy when I got home from Glenda's party about an hour ago, and now, barely a tenth of my room cleaner later, I am exhausted. How undomestic am I, seriously.
Anyway, I came online and Mich's decided that we should go to Vivo, again. It's gonna be a repeat of her Saturday boutique hopping episode. I feel it in my guts. I've kinda had it with shopping after six hardcore days of the activity in Bangkok, and I was just at Vivo earlier shopping (the taboo word!) for Glenda's present, but I am feeling the twisted need to fill the remaining days of my vacation with activities. That and the fact that going out with my bitch almost guarantees a rib-tickling night out, haha.
Being at Kallang's MacDonald's earlier reminded me of the days when Lanxi and I used to play at the tennis courts there. We weren't very good players, but it was fun. Those were the fond secondary school memories.
Speaking of Lanxi, we have decided to extend the deadline for our piercing to January 2007. We need some time to work off the holiday blubber. Haha.
I am not feeling particularly blessed that I missed the Bangkok blasts by a couple of days. Life's transient. I should stop taking my safety for granted!
Ookays, I gotta halt all other thoughts. It's time to head out.
music: fergie - bailamos
Cleaning is hard work. I hate it, which explains the dumpster I call my room. I embarked on a mini cleaning frenzy when I got home from Glenda's party about an hour ago, and now, barely a tenth of my room cleaner later, I am exhausted. How undomestic am I, seriously.
Anyway, I came online and Mich's decided that we should go to Vivo, again. It's gonna be a repeat of her Saturday boutique hopping episode. I feel it in my guts. I've kinda had it with shopping after six hardcore days of the activity in Bangkok, and I was just at Vivo earlier shopping (the taboo word!) for Glenda's present, but I am feeling the twisted need to fill the remaining days of my vacation with activities. That and the fact that going out with my bitch almost guarantees a rib-tickling night out, haha.
Being at Kallang's MacDonald's earlier reminded me of the days when Lanxi and I used to play at the tennis courts there. We weren't very good players, but it was fun. Those were the fond secondary school memories.
Speaking of Lanxi, we have decided to extend the deadline for our piercing to January 2007. We need some time to work off the holiday blubber. Haha.
I am not feeling particularly blessed that I missed the Bangkok blasts by a couple of days. Life's transient. I should stop taking my safety for granted!
Ookays, I gotta halt all other thoughts. It's time to head out.
Over to you, '07.
Over to you, '07.
The last few days of 2006 passed by in a blur. There was the gathering at Daph's on Friday where we sampled one another's culinary prowess, and the car wash the very next morning. Needless to say, most of us were semi-stoned. My brother came down and left $80 bucks. I was, hmm, touched.
Then there was grocery shopping at Vivocity on Saturday night. (Un)fortunately, the boutiques were opened till 11ish that night, and Michelle whipped me into a frenzy with her fervent clothes-trying. And may I say, Captain Crunch's Peanut Butter Crunch is my new favourite breakfast food?
Barely ten hours after we parted after our shopping trip, I met up with bitch again for a morning swim for I thought I wouldn't see her till 2007. She made it down to my place with Vincent in the end, so yep, it was yet another year of counting down with her around.
It was a cosy night with Ceci, CH, Faggy, Ken, Shannon, Bitch and Vince. My Thai spread didn't turn out that great, and my buncha friends didn't let me hear the end of it! (Check out Vincent's grimace in the last shot.) Thank goodness my Mango with Lemongrass Infused Syrup (sounds grand but it isn't really) semi-redeemed me. I hope they don't shun next year's dinner. I'll try harder guys! Lol. I'll test run those recipes first.
2006 has been a year of many changes, some of which have followed me into the new year. While I would have liked to cross over to 2007 all cheery and upset-free, the new found practical me has decided to suppress the superstitions and not place time-related implementations on life. Then again, new year resolutions kinda make us cherish the time we have and make the most out of it. Constructive or stupid? I haven't quite decided.
Till then, it's back to msn, where my bitch is tickling me silly with the weirdest lines.
"Have you tried all the ang ku kuehs in the akk family?"
Here's to 2007 and new beginnings.
The last few days of 2006 passed by in a blur. There was the gathering at Daph's on Friday where we sampled one another's culinary prowess, and the car wash the very next morning. Needless to say, most of us were semi-stoned. My brother came down and left $80 bucks. I was, hmm, touched.
Then there was grocery shopping at Vivocity on Saturday night. (Un)fortunately, the boutiques were opened till 11ish that night, and Michelle whipped me into a frenzy with her fervent clothes-trying. And may I say, Captain Crunch's Peanut Butter Crunch is my new favourite breakfast food?
Barely ten hours after we parted after our shopping trip, I met up with bitch again for a morning swim for I thought I wouldn't see her till 2007. She made it down to my place with Vincent in the end, so yep, it was yet another year of counting down with her around.
It was a cosy night with Ceci, CH, Faggy, Ken, Shannon, Bitch and Vince. My Thai spread didn't turn out that great, and my buncha friends didn't let me hear the end of it! (Check out Vincent's grimace in the last shot.) Thank goodness my Mango with Lemongrass Infused Syrup (sounds grand but it isn't really) semi-redeemed me. I hope they don't shun next year's dinner. I'll try harder guys! Lol. I'll test run those recipes first.
2006 has been a year of many changes, some of which have followed me into the new year. While I would have liked to cross over to 2007 all cheery and upset-free, the new found practical me has decided to suppress the superstitions and not place time-related implementations on life. Then again, new year resolutions kinda make us cherish the time we have and make the most out of it. Constructive or stupid? I haven't quite decided.
Till then, it's back to msn, where my bitch is tickling me silly with the weirdest lines.
"Have you tried all the ang ku kuehs in the akk family?"
Here's to 2007 and new beginnings.
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