You ain't lived life till you've gotten a sunburn.
feeling: exhausted
music: norah jones - come away with me
Saw a travel ad for Taman Negara in the papers at breakfast. And so, the family started reminiscing about the trip we took there a good ten years ago. Funny how some memories stay imprinted on your mind. The squish of hiking boots on wet soil. The darkness of the jungle when my dad fell and tore his muscle. The canopy walk.
I was perplexed as to why I had none of the bad hiking memories - "slippery"... "dangerous"... "so narrow"... - that haunted them, until my auntie revealed that one of my uncles had me up on his shoulders most of the time during the hikes. Lucky girl. I'd love to go back there and do it all on my own though, slippery trails and all.
I hope I don't come home traumatised like the folks though, haha. Then again it's hard to say - fear inevitably reigns with age. The older we get, the more we fear. Ain't life ironic? I wish I'd taken the liberty of prepubescence to do the things I'm scared of trying. This is ridiculous. I'm starting to sound like a sixty year old. I'm only twenty!
Spent a total of six hours on video editing. Ahh. The sweet sweet taste of satisfaction of watching our near-completed clip still lingers. I'm exhausted now. Thought I'd stay up a lil later and sleep in before tomorow's afternoon tutorial and swim. It's barely eleven now though. Maybe I'll toggle the plans and wake early. Hmm. Yawn.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Wildlife's helpless spectator.
Wildlife's helpless spectator.
I trudged up the path home after my morning run, my strained legs barely nimble enough to avoid stepping on the ant-festered carcass of a frog. The words "food chain" flitted across my mind.
Fast forward an hour and a half. En-route to the train station, I came across a crow feeding on the bloodied carcass of yet another frog. The shudder shook my core.
I was reminded of the dismembered remains of a carcass I almost tripped on a couple of years back on my run through the forest trail. I haven't been into that trail more than twice since.
I cannot prevent the digust, but I do accept that this is life.
On an entirely different bloodless note, here's something worth pondering. Someone whom I've always thought of as independent expressed surprise when I told her I occasionally go to the beach on my own. She then confessed that it was something she'd always wanted to do 'cept for the fear of being alone in such "open spaces". Now, I don't think I'll be entirely comfortable being alone in a crowded foodcourt though. Let me figure that one out.
53 (now, 52) days to Christmas as Cass' nick informs. Vivocity has started a mini Christmas decorations fair, and I think it wouldn't be long before the usual malls on Orchard do the same, if they haven't already done so. I haven't stepped foot in town ever since Vivocity opened its doors, haha.
Recurrent rain. Today was yet another wet day. The slight bite of the cool air; the lulling patter of rain; and the carols playing on Imran's laptop. It's beginning to feel like Christmas.
I trudged up the path home after my morning run, my strained legs barely nimble enough to avoid stepping on the ant-festered carcass of a frog. The words "food chain" flitted across my mind.
Fast forward an hour and a half. En-route to the train station, I came across a crow feeding on the bloodied carcass of yet another frog. The shudder shook my core.
I was reminded of the dismembered remains of a carcass I almost tripped on a couple of years back on my run through the forest trail. I haven't been into that trail more than twice since.
I cannot prevent the digust, but I do accept that this is life.
On an entirely different bloodless note, here's something worth pondering. Someone whom I've always thought of as independent expressed surprise when I told her I occasionally go to the beach on my own. She then confessed that it was something she'd always wanted to do 'cept for the fear of being alone in such "open spaces". Now, I don't think I'll be entirely comfortable being alone in a crowded foodcourt though. Let me figure that one out.
53 (now, 52) days to Christmas as Cass' nick informs. Vivocity has started a mini Christmas decorations fair, and I think it wouldn't be long before the usual malls on Orchard do the same, if they haven't already done so. I haven't stepped foot in town ever since Vivocity opened its doors, haha.
Recurrent rain. Today was yet another wet day. The slight bite of the cool air; the lulling patter of rain; and the carols playing on Imran's laptop. It's beginning to feel like Christmas.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
pretending.
pretending.
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Sleeping shots Kester took of ZL and I for his project. I wonder how it'd be used, but I kinda like this. I look... content.
The abstract workings of the inner mind.
The abstract workings of the inner mind.
feeling: relieved.
I'm finally done with the 108 Research Paper! What a HUGE load off my back. The rest of Sunday is mine, and mine alone.
It's been awhile since I'd spent an idyllic Saturday afternoon by the beach, and as I played a spot of frisbee and lounged beneath the coconut trees, I couldn't help but think that this was exactly how I'd envisioned my perfect Saturdays to be. Yet, getting what I'd always yearned for filled me not with contentment, but with an inexplicable bittersweetness. I wonder if it is human nature to only want what we cannot have?
A million abstract thoughts ran through my mind as I allowed it to drift with the lulling melody of the waves. I wish I'd brought a notebook along for I was filled with an intense urge to write, something I hadn't felt in awhile. Pity I cannot seem to recall any of the once-pressing thoughts.
Saw a red-faced chestnut vendor by the bridge at Harbour Front and all I could think was how he gave a whole new spin to the "chestnuts roasting on an open fire" verse in The Christmas Song. The song is probably singing about the warmth and comfort of an fireplace and roasting chestnuts on a cold winter's day, but here's the vendor in the sweltering tropics roasting chestnuts over a gas stove. Kinda comical huh? Haha. He would have made a winning Kodak moment, and I would have whipped out my camera if he hadn't seemed so hot and bothered.
Caught the Oh in Ohio post-beaching. Although the film revolved around the theme of sex and weirdly, how finally achieving an orgasm transformed a woman's life; many underlying elements (non-sexual ones, thank you very much) made it relatable to life. It's interesting and actually true how saying no to the past can actually transform one's life. You will probably I'm speaking Greek until you watch it for yourself. It ain't excellent, the film, but it is different.
I'm slowly getting there. It's too early to say, but I think I am slowly getting there.
feeling: relieved.
I'm finally done with the 108 Research Paper! What a HUGE load off my back. The rest of Sunday is mine, and mine alone.
It's been awhile since I'd spent an idyllic Saturday afternoon by the beach, and as I played a spot of frisbee and lounged beneath the coconut trees, I couldn't help but think that this was exactly how I'd envisioned my perfect Saturdays to be. Yet, getting what I'd always yearned for filled me not with contentment, but with an inexplicable bittersweetness. I wonder if it is human nature to only want what we cannot have?
A million abstract thoughts ran through my mind as I allowed it to drift with the lulling melody of the waves. I wish I'd brought a notebook along for I was filled with an intense urge to write, something I hadn't felt in awhile. Pity I cannot seem to recall any of the once-pressing thoughts.
Saw a red-faced chestnut vendor by the bridge at Harbour Front and all I could think was how he gave a whole new spin to the "chestnuts roasting on an open fire" verse in The Christmas Song. The song is probably singing about the warmth and comfort of an fireplace and roasting chestnuts on a cold winter's day, but here's the vendor in the sweltering tropics roasting chestnuts over a gas stove. Kinda comical huh? Haha. He would have made a winning Kodak moment, and I would have whipped out my camera if he hadn't seemed so hot and bothered.
Caught the Oh in Ohio post-beaching. Although the film revolved around the theme of sex and weirdly, how finally achieving an orgasm transformed a woman's life; many underlying elements (non-sexual ones, thank you very much) made it relatable to life. It's interesting and actually true how saying no to the past can actually transform one's life. You will probably I'm speaking Greek until you watch it for yourself. It ain't excellent, the film, but it is different.
I'm slowly getting there. It's too early to say, but I think I am slowly getting there.
sharing.
sharing.
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
I was rather intrigued by this unlikely couple. The lady seemed the athletic sort, while the guy happily worked his beer belly with more sips from his bottle.
Despite the physical differences, the bond they shared seemed to encapsulate them in a bubble of love, separating them from the rest of the world.
Here's a shot of her sharing something from the book she was reading. I tried to peek at the title, but I couldn't do it without being overtly obvious, haha.
beneath.
beneath.
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
With only two,
Just me and you
Not so many things we got to do,
Or places we got to be
We'll sit beneath the mango tree.
- better together by jack johnson.
So it is a coconut and not a mango tree, but this was the verse playing in my head as I took this shot.
from the bottom of the my heart.
from the bottom of the my heart.
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
The pseudo heart atop the main one wasn't intended.
candid
candid
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
I thought this shot encapsulated the essence of the four captured. Haha.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Dawn's clarity.
Dawn's clarity.
feeling: refreshed.
music: howie day - collide
Life's beauty can quite often be intangible.
The emotions random moments can evoke -
Fallen frangipinis on the sidewalk.
The sun's first peek from behind cloudy skies.
Ripples of sunlight lighting up the gloomy pool.
Pop art printed boardshorts.
A blue and white striped swimming cap on a Japanese man.
The tireless chirping of early birds.
The serenity and comfortable laziness of the morning.
And the naughty luxury of skipping class.
I had thoughts of snapping pictures, but I do know that the snapshots would do nothing to capture the essence of such abstract beauty. And even they did, my pictures would probably turn out entirely different from what I'd framed in my mind. Kinda like life really.
--
An unexpected door opened last night. As sudden and unanticipated, it clicked. Like a moment of clarity, it's probably the closest to what I've wanted to do. I've deliberated and slept on it, and I think I'm gonna give it a shot should the chance still stand open.
--
feeling: refreshed.
music: howie day - collide
Life's beauty can quite often be intangible.
The emotions random moments can evoke -
Fallen frangipinis on the sidewalk.
The sun's first peek from behind cloudy skies.
Ripples of sunlight lighting up the gloomy pool.
Pop art printed boardshorts.
A blue and white striped swimming cap on a Japanese man.
The tireless chirping of early birds.
The serenity and comfortable laziness of the morning.
And the naughty luxury of skipping class.
I had thoughts of snapping pictures, but I do know that the snapshots would do nothing to capture the essence of such abstract beauty. And even they did, my pictures would probably turn out entirely different from what I'd framed in my mind. Kinda like life really.
--
An unexpected door opened last night. As sudden and unanticipated, it clicked. Like a moment of clarity, it's probably the closest to what I've wanted to do. I've deliberated and slept on it, and I think I'm gonna give it a shot should the chance still stand open.
--
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Walls cave in your embrace.
Walls cave in your embrace.
feeling: exhausted; undone
music: norah jones - what am i to you
Six hours of sleep ain't that little. Why on earth then, do I feel like I'm about to fall asleep face down in front of my computer?
Badminton with the gang was an enjoyable affair. There was a lot of laughter and catching up amidst the game, and it almost felt like we were back on TP's courts. I do miss poly life so much. Despite it being equally, if not more, hectic as university, there was some laidback quality in the campus that I can't seem to find in NTU.
My mind's a whirlwind of jumbled thoughts. A twisted cocktail, bad-tasting I bet. I'm thinking of dropping commitments, skipping lectures, and plenty of naughty what-nots. But. I think I should know better that inner peace doesn't always come with a beach of pool escapade.
Yet again, the heart and the head are at war. So much for not caving into instant gratification. Urghs.
feeling: exhausted; undone
music: norah jones - what am i to you
Six hours of sleep ain't that little. Why on earth then, do I feel like I'm about to fall asleep face down in front of my computer?
Badminton with the gang was an enjoyable affair. There was a lot of laughter and catching up amidst the game, and it almost felt like we were back on TP's courts. I do miss poly life so much. Despite it being equally, if not more, hectic as university, there was some laidback quality in the campus that I can't seem to find in NTU.
My mind's a whirlwind of jumbled thoughts. A twisted cocktail, bad-tasting I bet. I'm thinking of dropping commitments, skipping lectures, and plenty of naughty what-nots. But. I think I should know better that inner peace doesn't always come with a beach of pool escapade.
Yet again, the heart and the head are at war. So much for not caving into instant gratification. Urghs.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
sracs.
sracs.
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Sracs, competitor to Crocs. Sand shoes so comfortable; it's like walking on sand.
schlop. bob.
schlop. bob.
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
I couldn't resist this pair of siblings. They actually attempted to snorkel in Sentosa waters.. haha.
PA217171
PA217171
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Vivocity-ing. It's my third weekend in a row. The perks of living near by huh, haha.
PA217172
PA217172
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Was so tempted to buy one for the beach tomorrow, BUT I should really stick to my plan to read my 102 notes.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Nothing but a dead connection.
Nothing but a dead connection.
feeling: two steps behind
music: rooster - deep and meaningless
I recently told a friend that hanging in the middle wasn't gonna cut it for him. I should have said it to myself.
Words, actions and everything else intangible. The allure of the New World. Sure it hurts to be left behind, but I'm not gonna fall on my knees and cry.
Two steps behind. I'll catch up.
To all who have expressed concern and frustration: I know, I know, how difficult you feel it is to get to me. I'm sorry I'm just not good at this whole sharing shit. It doesn't mean that I'm cutting you out of my life. It's just something I have to do alone.
feeling: two steps behind
music: rooster - deep and meaningless
I recently told a friend that hanging in the middle wasn't gonna cut it for him. I should have said it to myself.
Words, actions and everything else intangible. The allure of the New World. Sure it hurts to be left behind, but I'm not gonna fall on my knees and cry.
Two steps behind. I'll catch up.
To all who have expressed concern and frustration: I know, I know, how difficult you feel it is to get to me. I'm sorry I'm just not good at this whole sharing shit. It doesn't mean that I'm cutting you out of my life. It's just something I have to do alone.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Candy colored beach huts.
Candy colored beach huts.
feeling: refreshed, sleepy, overwhelmed
music: jem - stay now
A friend asked me if I was really alright, or if my recent spate of goofiness was an attempt to disguise my unhappiness. Another friend then asked how it was possible for me to go on with life as though nothing was wrong.
It may seem so, but I am not hiding behind a facade. At least not to my knowledge. I can't lie and say that I'm on top of the world, but I won't go all depressed and say life sucks. In fact, I think life has dealt me pretty good cards.
If my day today was replayed ala a Kodak filmstrip, top moments would probably be the laughs I shared in the toilet with my neighbours earlier; having my roomie fuss over me running alone; and my run in solitude. Such simple pleasures are seldom reflected upon and appreciated, but when they are, you'll realise that life really is wonderful.
And maybe I am just blessed with the knack to push the bad thoughts away for long enough before indulging in a good wallow or two. At least hauntings don't happen daily.
My emotional state aside, I had a life-altering moment in Tuesday's lecture. While watching Kunnie present a case study on the 2004 tsunami, I stared at the picture of the devastated beach huts in the news article and dreamt. I thought of having my own beach huts at some Asian beach.. living the beach life I've always wanted and doing what I love - meeting and talking to people. I thought of how I was gonna get press coverage, and even came up with an elaborate plan to woo investors. And then it struck me - what the heck was I doing in Communication Studies? Continuing in Hospitality would have given me the in-depth knowledge I'd need. Or I could take a huge risk and start the gamble without a degree. Excuse. Bound. Urghs.
Anyway I'm quite proud of myself. After so many weeks of relaxing 10-15 laps in the pool, I did 30 laps yesterday, which kinda proves it's all in the mind really. My abs are aching quite a bit, and the harried run earlier has left me with achey knots in my shoulders.
Night world.
feeling: refreshed, sleepy, overwhelmed
music: jem - stay now
A friend asked me if I was really alright, or if my recent spate of goofiness was an attempt to disguise my unhappiness. Another friend then asked how it was possible for me to go on with life as though nothing was wrong.
It may seem so, but I am not hiding behind a facade. At least not to my knowledge. I can't lie and say that I'm on top of the world, but I won't go all depressed and say life sucks. In fact, I think life has dealt me pretty good cards.
If my day today was replayed ala a Kodak filmstrip, top moments would probably be the laughs I shared in the toilet with my neighbours earlier; having my roomie fuss over me running alone; and my run in solitude. Such simple pleasures are seldom reflected upon and appreciated, but when they are, you'll realise that life really is wonderful.
And maybe I am just blessed with the knack to push the bad thoughts away for long enough before indulging in a good wallow or two. At least hauntings don't happen daily.
My emotional state aside, I had a life-altering moment in Tuesday's lecture. While watching Kunnie present a case study on the 2004 tsunami, I stared at the picture of the devastated beach huts in the news article and dreamt. I thought of having my own beach huts at some Asian beach.. living the beach life I've always wanted and doing what I love - meeting and talking to people. I thought of how I was gonna get press coverage, and even came up with an elaborate plan to woo investors. And then it struck me - what the heck was I doing in Communication Studies? Continuing in Hospitality would have given me the in-depth knowledge I'd need. Or I could take a huge risk and start the gamble without a degree. Excuse. Bound. Urghs.
Anyway I'm quite proud of myself. After so many weeks of relaxing 10-15 laps in the pool, I did 30 laps yesterday, which kinda proves it's all in the mind really. My abs are aching quite a bit, and the harried run earlier has left me with achey knots in my shoulders.
Night world.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
Fate speaks.
Fate speaks.
Fate spoke to me today, through a taxi uncle.
Perhaps it was to help me make sense of it all.
:)
Fate spoke to me today, through a taxi uncle.
Perhaps it was to help me make sense of it all.
:)
Sunday, October 15, 2006
The world's outside right our door.
The world's right outside our door.
feeling: empty
music: michael buble - home
Yet another Sunday was spent at Vivocity, this time with the main purpose of catching World Trade Centre. Although the movie played on one of the family-love cliches, its subtle undertone gripped the heart and took it on a 129-minute poignant journey. While it warranted only a shed tear or two and not the bawling session Ken and I had anticipated,(we each brought along a pack of tissue), I think each of the audience left the cinema a little shaken.
I'm sure many of you have read If I Knew, the poem in tribute of 9-11. For the uninitiated, here it is.
If I Knew
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
I'd stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would know I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance to say our
"Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
The poem surfaced in my mind each time the scene showed Nicolas Cage and his partner trapped in the rubble. I may not be doing the author of If I Knew justice by saying this, but watching the movie made the poem come alive for me.
Okay, that aside, Ken and I did quite a bit of grocery shopping. Cecilia, I've found you a slice of organic heaven. Pics will be up soon, heh. I can spend forever in Marketplace checking out the Waitrose range. Oh and yes, I finally tasted Godiva Dark Chocolate Decadence Chocolixir. Disappointing really. Not worth the eight bucks I felt, but hey, at least I've satisfied my curiosity. Been there, done that. -does a mental strikeout on to-try list.
feeling: empty
music: michael buble - home
Yet another Sunday was spent at Vivocity, this time with the main purpose of catching World Trade Centre. Although the movie played on one of the family-love cliches, its subtle undertone gripped the heart and took it on a 129-minute poignant journey. While it warranted only a shed tear or two and not the bawling session Ken and I had anticipated,(we each brought along a pack of tissue), I think each of the audience left the cinema a little shaken.
I'm sure many of you have read If I Knew, the poem in tribute of 9-11. For the uninitiated, here it is.
If I Knew
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
I'd stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would know I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance to say our
"Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
The poem surfaced in my mind each time the scene showed Nicolas Cage and his partner trapped in the rubble. I may not be doing the author of If I Knew justice by saying this, but watching the movie made the poem come alive for me.
Okay, that aside, Ken and I did quite a bit of grocery shopping. Cecilia, I've found you a slice of organic heaven. Pics will be up soon, heh. I can spend forever in Marketplace checking out the Waitrose range. Oh and yes, I finally tasted Godiva Dark Chocolate Decadence Chocolixir. Disappointing really. Not worth the eight bucks I felt, but hey, at least I've satisfied my curiosity. Been there, done that. -does a mental strikeout on to-try list.
My body is a temple.
My body is a temple.
feeling: inspired
music: andrea bocelli - besame mucho
I'm sick of being sick. The improvement in my squawking's insignificant, and the cough's preventing me from going on my runs. As much as I miss hitting the roads, I don't wish to end up choking on my phlegm or anything equally tragic.
I've seemingly had a weekend of epicurism. There was last night's churrascaria meal, and then there was today's chocolate tao huay. Will my throat be well in time for Godiva's Chocolixir tomorrow? The chocolate tao huay may sound like an unlikely combination, but it is probably the best fusion dish I've ever tasted to date. Kinda puts all the gourmet pseudo-fancy fusion attempts to shame.
Caught up with my Urban reading earlier, and boy, is Wong Li-Lin one hot mama. Sporting abs just after seven months of her son's birth; I am just about ready to kowtow to the woman. Time to get over the flu and restart the exercise I say. I've really been winging it this week.
This will be yet another short post. I was supposed to be in bed by midnight. Was hoping the cough would be gone in time for my morning run. We'll see.
feeling: inspired
music: andrea bocelli - besame mucho
I'm sick of being sick. The improvement in my squawking's insignificant, and the cough's preventing me from going on my runs. As much as I miss hitting the roads, I don't wish to end up choking on my phlegm or anything equally tragic.
I've seemingly had a weekend of epicurism. There was last night's churrascaria meal, and then there was today's chocolate tao huay. Will my throat be well in time for Godiva's Chocolixir tomorrow? The chocolate tao huay may sound like an unlikely combination, but it is probably the best fusion dish I've ever tasted to date. Kinda puts all the gourmet pseudo-fancy fusion attempts to shame.
Caught up with my Urban reading earlier, and boy, is Wong Li-Lin one hot mama. Sporting abs just after seven months of her son's birth; I am just about ready to kowtow to the woman. Time to get over the flu and restart the exercise I say. I've really been winging it this week.
This will be yet another short post. I was supposed to be in bed by midnight. Was hoping the cough would be gone in time for my morning run. We'll see.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Where carnivores convene.
Where carnivores convene.
feeling: stuffed.
I was joking when I said I was gonna go on a week-long diet in preparation for tonight's Brazilian Churrascaria dinner. Well, it just struck me that I actually did go on one, indirectly that is, what with my week-long flu bug.
Anyway, after hearing SO MUCH about it, I finally tried churrascaria at Brazil on Sixth Avenue. I'd expected it to be a barbaric meat fest, but it really was rather civilised and palatable. Tasty even, in moderation. Following the nanny's "life is short, do what you want" advice, I attacked the meat with gusto, and even knocked back a caipirinha for good measure. Barbequed meat and alcohol. I think I've just bought myself a one-way ticket to the Land of the Voiceless.
This is gonna be a short one. The anal-about-sleep-me has returned. Night world.
feeling: stuffed.
I was joking when I said I was gonna go on a week-long diet in preparation for tonight's Brazilian Churrascaria dinner. Well, it just struck me that I actually did go on one, indirectly that is, what with my week-long flu bug.
Anyway, after hearing SO MUCH about it, I finally tried churrascaria at Brazil on Sixth Avenue. I'd expected it to be a barbaric meat fest, but it really was rather civilised and palatable. Tasty even, in moderation. Following the nanny's "life is short, do what you want" advice, I attacked the meat with gusto, and even knocked back a caipirinha for good measure. Barbequed meat and alcohol. I think I've just bought myself a one-way ticket to the Land of the Voiceless.
This is gonna be a short one. The anal-about-sleep-me has returned. Night world.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Tickles, ducks and ikan bilis.
Tickles, ducks and ikan bilis.
feeling: amused
music: joseph arthur - a smile that explodes
What a morning it has been. I awoke at seven with the naughty intention to snuggle in bed and skip the morning's lecture. It's totally unjustifiable, considering the ample sleep I've had the entire week. I fear I'm starting to fall in love with sleep all over again. And I'm a little anal when that happens - I plan my life around getting at least eight hours of sleep each night. Haha.
Voice conditions for today: drastically bad. While I'd managed to wing it the past couple of days, my voice really does resemble a horse now. Or a duck, as Cheryl suggested, when she said something along the lines of "I can't quite understand what you're half-squawking about." ROFL.
Lecture was hilarious with the aid of Daphne and Auntie Flora's commentary, as well as my usual dose of Tickle online tests.
Flora: -tickles me.
Me: -not much of a reaction
Flora: You not scared of tickles one ah?
Me: Erm, depends la. Sometimes only.
Flora: Oh, haha no wonder you can do Tickle tests.
Hahaha.
And whilst on the shuttle bus back to hall, Cheryl kindly informed me that I remind her of an ikan bili(s) sometimes. What was that all about???
This world is twisted. But I'm kinda enjoying it.
feeling: amused
music: joseph arthur - a smile that explodes
What a morning it has been. I awoke at seven with the naughty intention to snuggle in bed and skip the morning's lecture. It's totally unjustifiable, considering the ample sleep I've had the entire week. I fear I'm starting to fall in love with sleep all over again. And I'm a little anal when that happens - I plan my life around getting at least eight hours of sleep each night. Haha.
Voice conditions for today: drastically bad. While I'd managed to wing it the past couple of days, my voice really does resemble a horse now. Or a duck, as Cheryl suggested, when she said something along the lines of "I can't quite understand what you're half-squawking about." ROFL.
Lecture was hilarious with the aid of Daphne and Auntie Flora's commentary, as well as my usual dose of Tickle online tests.
Flora: -tickles me.
Me: -not much of a reaction
Flora: You not scared of tickles one ah?
Me: Erm, depends la. Sometimes only.
Flora: Oh, haha no wonder you can do Tickle tests.
Hahaha.
And whilst on the shuttle bus back to hall, Cheryl kindly informed me that I remind her of an ikan bili(s) sometimes. What was that all about???
This world is twisted. But I'm kinda enjoying it.
Horses neigh.
Horses neigh.
feeling: lung-tickled.
You know you're on the road to recovery when
1. the sniffles turn into a cough and
2. your voice mutates to resemble that of a farm animal
It's kinda weird, 'cos my voice ain't half bad unless it's morning or past eight in the night.
But I've been blessed with a nurse for a roomie, and part-time nurses for hall buds. I've had my first taste of the famous pi pa gao courtesy of them, and it was extremely heartwarming to see a panadol-note stuck outside my door. I feel really really bad missing sing & strum. It could have been my way of giving back to the hall, or something.
Urghs. De-horsifying starts now. Snooze.
feeling: lung-tickled.
You know you're on the road to recovery when
1. the sniffles turn into a cough and
2. your voice mutates to resemble that of a farm animal
It's kinda weird, 'cos my voice ain't half bad unless it's morning or past eight in the night.
But I've been blessed with a nurse for a roomie, and part-time nurses for hall buds. I've had my first taste of the famous pi pa gao courtesy of them, and it was extremely heartwarming to see a panadol-note stuck outside my door. I feel really really bad missing sing & strum. It could have been my way of giving back to the hall, or something.
Urghs. De-horsifying starts now. Snooze.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Sniffles and snuffles.
The gypsy in you.
feeling: weak
A mixture of vulnerability from falling ill and a sudden rampage of emotions left me quite the wreck yesterday. My evening was a blur of sniffles, tears and wooziness. After weeks of outtalking others with my logic and careful analysis, my heart finally fell captive. Unexpected tears hit me hard when the battle between heart and logic raged.
Ignoring the bond was impossible as we sat there in the quiet room, talking and crying together as the day slipped into night. How easy it is to blindly slip back into routines past and believe that everything will be okay. How tempting it is to feed the heart with blind optimism, and how painful it is to deny its cry. Blind optimism doesn't belong in reality unfortunately, and as much as the heart denies it, the truth is that we have to do this on our own.
As much as I'd like to channel the pain into anger at the gypsy in you; I can't, for perhaps I am starting to find the gypsy in me. And she understands and needs this logical choice as much as you do.
Ambiguity has ceased to exist. Amidst it all comes the realization that we will never ever be the same.
feeling: weak
A mixture of vulnerability from falling ill and a sudden rampage of emotions left me quite the wreck yesterday. My evening was a blur of sniffles, tears and wooziness. After weeks of outtalking others with my logic and careful analysis, my heart finally fell captive. Unexpected tears hit me hard when the battle between heart and logic raged.
Ignoring the bond was impossible as we sat there in the quiet room, talking and crying together as the day slipped into night. How easy it is to blindly slip back into routines past and believe that everything will be okay. How tempting it is to feed the heart with blind optimism, and how painful it is to deny its cry. Blind optimism doesn't belong in reality unfortunately, and as much as the heart denies it, the truth is that we have to do this on our own.
As much as I'd like to channel the pain into anger at the gypsy in you; I can't, for perhaps I am starting to find the gypsy in me. And she understands and needs this logical choice as much as you do.
Ambiguity has ceased to exist. Amidst it all comes the realization that we will never ever be the same.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Sick. Sleep.
Sick. Sleep.
feeling: awful
Sing & Strum dry-run dragged on a lot longer than I'd expected it to. And it was terrible having to sing with this newly developed sore throat of mine. Feeling awful. I pray it ain't the stomach flu virus.
feeling: awful
Sing & Strum dry-run dragged on a lot longer than I'd expected it to. And it was terrible having to sing with this newly developed sore throat of mine. Feeling awful. I pray it ain't the stomach flu virus.
Monday, October 09, 2006
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Vivocity actually hired people to dress up and direct 'traffic' to the shops... dancing traffic police.. LOL.
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Notice the light behind them, and the light behind CH and I in the next picture. This is sunrise, the next's sunset. ROFL.
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Demonstrating the stringiness of the cheese in Ceci's country pie.
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