The owner's shop is just beside.
Lucky ass.
Monday, May 23, 2005
cocacolatable
Absolutely Retro Baby
Coca Cola's collectibles - chairs and a table.
I don't know about you, but I found it rather absurd. Lol.
sebastian
Future Heartbreaker
This tiny munchkin of a businessboy is a world-class sweet-talker.
Me: Are these new?
Seb: They're for boys.
Seb: Girls also can. Just $2.
-I try them on-
Me: Okay I'll take them.
-Sebastian wraps them up-
-Justin comes up behind me, his camera in his hands-
Seb: -to Justin- Nice camera.
bigbratsmallbrat
Big Brat, Small Brat
He has finally met his match...
Mr. Justin and his new-found shadow on the NEL.
mirrorme
Made my way down the NEL to the house of Mr. Sleepyhead.
Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall
Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall
Shows an inquisitive Jason and a lazy me, acting silly in front of his mirror.
bucktoothandthesquirrel
Dracula and his Unsuspecting Victim
This Dracula's a hybrid - part vampire, part deranged bunny.
scenery
Life's Little Moments
Gorgeous hues just outside Serangoon MRT.
We were running really late in meeting my bitch and Vincent, but life's too short to forgo capturing such beautiful moments.
Gorgeous hues just outside Serangoon MRT.
We were running really late in meeting my bitch and Vincent, but life's too short to forgo capturing such beautiful moments.
tigerpower
"Tiger Power" - Power Ranger Style
Dinner at Cozy Bay at Tanjong Rhu with Jason, my bitch and Vincent.
Funky place, overlooking the Kallang River.
Pictures were few as we were busy listening to Vincent's police and ghost stories. Mostly shocking, with a few hairstanding tales.
Here's a comic moment - Vincent, battling it out with Michelle using his "Tiger Power".
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Oh When The Bucks Go Marching In
And When The Bucks Go Marching In
- Laptop
- Amore lessons
- or maybe that Cross Trainer equipment...
- Work clothes
- Yoga lessons
I've been overdoing the sleeping-in routine. Couldn't get my ass outta bed till eleven this morning.
Sweet heavens, am I destined to be late for the rest of my SIP days? -grins. Just kidding. :)
I'm listening to this Tropical Escape cd by Craig Peyton. Doesn't feel that beachy to me actually. This could probably be attributed to the gloomy gloomy weather outside. It'd suit a beach bar just fine, I think.
I miss watching Baywatch Hawaii. I wish they'd scrape whatever they're showing on Starworld at 6pm on Sundays and bring my favourite series back.
Well, today's my third last day of pre-SIP freedom. Pretty ready to throw in the bumming towels and join Sentosa actually. Merely looking at the internship and payroll forms is enough to send thrills of anticipation down my spine. Haven't got around to filling them in though, lol.
Funny how the day passes by so quickly when you get up late. Gotta shower and be in town by 1630 hrs. I don't plan on being late (or cranky) this time around. Might even psyche myself to be early enough to check out both Popular and Borders for book bargains.
I'm finally done with Stuck On You by Patti Berg. Got it at a book sale for, get this, $2.90. What luck huh? Must have been my lucky shopaholic streak last Friday, lol.
I've never been a fan of mystery novels, but this treasure's got mystery and chick-lit, all in one. A lethal combination I say.
I'm suddenly reminded of the fact that I haven't really been challenging my mushy brain with the crosswords I'd intended to do. On a brighter note, I haven't been watching cartoons either. Not as many as I used to anyway. Haha.
Might be heading down to Arab St. with Justin tomorrow to look for his retro clock. Hearing about his bedroom redecorating almost inspires me to get on with mine. Almost. I've procrastinated since 2002.
And I'll be seeing my bitch after that in the night. :)
Poga Teaches Yoga
Poga Teaches Yoga
I don't know how many of you have seen Poga on MTV. The seemingly semi-awake, clay-like character is hilarious. The short ads appear only once in a blue moon though, upping its laughbility factor.
It's almost one now. All thoughts of waking up at 6am to do yoga are eradicated. After two whole months of waking up at 9, I wonder if I'll be able to slip into the routine of getting up by 7 for the next six months.
Having Chances Are on repeat mode is transporting me to the semi-dreamy mode I used to always be in when I was in secondary school. Cue to sleep.
Which reminds me I've yet to drown Racky in soap. Tomorrow it shall be.
Snooze well world. :)
I don't know how many of you have seen Poga on MTV. The seemingly semi-awake, clay-like character is hilarious. The short ads appear only once in a blue moon though, upping its laughbility factor.
It's almost one now. All thoughts of waking up at 6am to do yoga are eradicated. After two whole months of waking up at 9, I wonder if I'll be able to slip into the routine of getting up by 7 for the next six months.
Having Chances Are on repeat mode is transporting me to the semi-dreamy mode I used to always be in when I was in secondary school. Cue to sleep.
Which reminds me I've yet to drown Racky in soap. Tomorrow it shall be.
Snooze well world. :)
Friday, May 20, 2005
Decluttering My Life - Perks and Drawbacks
Decluttering My Life - Perks and Drawbacks
I spent the past two hours clearing my room of all the unnecessary knick knacks. No prowling through old letters or re-reading old magazines today. I was a disciplined woman on the go. I've now got 8 full bags of dusty what-nots tucked in my living room, and 4 bags of old gifts and books to give away.
I've never been into the whole fengshui thingy, but I thought it wouldn't do myself any harm decluttering my room. You know, let the chi flow or something. Now all my room needs is some massive dusting and vacuuming of dust bunnies. Ew. Never been a fan of housework.
Somewhere in the constructive two hours, I've discovered some hidden treasures.
I spent the past two hours clearing my room of all the unnecessary knick knacks. No prowling through old letters or re-reading old magazines today. I was a disciplined woman on the go. I've now got 8 full bags of dusty what-nots tucked in my living room, and 4 bags of old gifts and books to give away.
I've never been into the whole fengshui thingy, but I thought it wouldn't do myself any harm decluttering my room. You know, let the chi flow or something. Now all my room needs is some massive dusting and vacuuming of dust bunnies. Ew. Never been a fan of housework.
Somewhere in the constructive two hours, I've discovered some hidden treasures.
- I found my missing Ally Mcbeal soundtrack.
- I found my missing Beach Life game.
- I have a thesaurus.
#1's my best reward. I totally dig the cd, especially Chances Are, the duet between Vonda Shepard and Robert Downey Jr.
I'm getting a tiny dose of pre-work jitters.
An absurd twist in my daydreaming made me wonder how much less jittery I would be if I were to do my attachment in a f&b establishment.
I've been reading through the materials Sentosa sent me, and some of the works are exemplary, with excellent vocabulary and grammar. I'm starting to feel inferior in my language.
Of course, I can always comfort myself by saying I am just an intern and thus not expected to be that well-versed, but that is not an acceptable excuse for myself. I definitely plan on earning my keep.
A new issue of Her World is waiting for me. Don't particularly enjoy the content, but I'll needing all the help I can get for a 6-month-long office wear wardrobe. Ideas ideas!
leighson(small)
12 Hours on the Go
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leighson(small)
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The one-eyed-Jack and I, on our way to town for lunch.
lestermarc
lestermarc
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Lester and Marc : the fair vs the tanned; the skinny vs the not-so-skinny.
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My crazy babe and I.
The above photos basically sum up my entire day. Just in case the pictures weren't worth a thousand words, here's a short post.
Headed down to Serangoon to meet Mr. Cranky and to have my mugshot taken. I detest taking passport sized photos. Got myself a Kitaro cd as well, at a dirt cheap price. :)
Left to meet Marc and Lester for pool at Funky Balls. Boy, Lester and I suck at it. Think we took more than half an hour to complete one game. Lol. The guys had their tunch, before we went tempting ourselves window shopping at Paragon. Yup, branded boutiques galore.
Crazy Janey came down after work to meet us, and convinced me to buy a boho bikini. I love it, and it's a steal as well at 24 buckeroos.:)
Had our dessert fix at Haagen Daaz, and Jason's friend Qin Quan gave us a surprise 20% discount. :)
Marc wanted to drown his Thursday blues in alcohol, so the four of us trooped down to Rouge for drinks. It was my first time there, and I like it. Small, cozy, friendly service staff and great R&B music. Got a bit woozy before heading home. :)
A ton of smileys in my entry. I sure am tipsy.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Beer Bellies and Jellied Doughnuts
I found American Idol's Bo Bice extremely sexy when he sang the lower notes of the Rolling Stones' I Can't Get No Satisfaction. This is kinda absurd, considering that I do not fancy beer bellies and drug habits.
Paid a quick visit in the afternoon to the Arab Street area where I spent the first year of my life - Jalan Pinang. Explored the area, attempting but to no avail, to find the cafe at Bussorah Street that was featured in Coffee Talk and Hawker Woks.
Ended up having lunch at Blue Oasis, which kinda reminded me of Blu Jaz Cafe over at Little India actually. Didn't really enjoy the food, but it was an experience I guess. Would have been good if the sun hadn't been out in full force. We were so icky and irritated we decided to head back to my place to watch American Idol.
Bumped into Colleen at Far East Plaza in the evening. She's sure looking radiantly in love. :)
Bagged my favourite Subway cookies back home for dinner. Nothing beats lazing on the couch with cookies, a cup of milk and a good magazine. It's the ultimate PMS remedy, for me at least. The cookies have wiggled their way into my tummy, and coupled with the bloat, make me feel like a fat and cuddly squirrel.
I can't believe I'm talking this way.
On a more mature note, Sentosa has sent me the communications material I'd requested for. I'll be reading through them these couple of days to psyche myself for my internship. It's kinda scary actually, having to commit full time for 6 whole months. What's scarier is that my entire diploma is dependent on this stint. I'm hoping to love my attachment with passion.
Meeting Marco and Lestero for pool and some chow tomorrow. Looking forward to their weird antics, lol. Night world.
I found American Idol's Bo Bice extremely sexy when he sang the lower notes of the Rolling Stones' I Can't Get No Satisfaction. This is kinda absurd, considering that I do not fancy beer bellies and drug habits.
Paid a quick visit in the afternoon to the Arab Street area where I spent the first year of my life - Jalan Pinang. Explored the area, attempting but to no avail, to find the cafe at Bussorah Street that was featured in Coffee Talk and Hawker Woks.
Ended up having lunch at Blue Oasis, which kinda reminded me of Blu Jaz Cafe over at Little India actually. Didn't really enjoy the food, but it was an experience I guess. Would have been good if the sun hadn't been out in full force. We were so icky and irritated we decided to head back to my place to watch American Idol.
Bumped into Colleen at Far East Plaza in the evening. She's sure looking radiantly in love. :)
Bagged my favourite Subway cookies back home for dinner. Nothing beats lazing on the couch with cookies, a cup of milk and a good magazine. It's the ultimate PMS remedy, for me at least. The cookies have wiggled their way into my tummy, and coupled with the bloat, make me feel like a fat and cuddly squirrel.
I can't believe I'm talking this way.
On a more mature note, Sentosa has sent me the communications material I'd requested for. I'll be reading through them these couple of days to psyche myself for my internship. It's kinda scary actually, having to commit full time for 6 whole months. What's scarier is that my entire diploma is dependent on this stint. I'm hoping to love my attachment with passion.
Meeting Marco and Lestero for pool and some chow tomorrow. Looking forward to their weird antics, lol. Night world.
jasonandleigh
In the Mood for Lurve
I'm feeling a little lovey-dovey right now. It is highly possible that these affectionate emotions were induced by watching Chandler propose to Monica of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
It made me forget my aching butt and go,"awwww."
I slipped three steps at Far East today. Now, it ain't anybody's fault. Just those darn shoes.
Haha, or so the klutz says.
Two falls in three months. I must say I am setting a track record for myself.
Maybe I should include "zero falls" into my list of 2006 Resolutions.
Caught The Amtyville Horror (can't remember the exact spelling, sorry) post Kenny Rogers. In true leigh fashion, I spent half of the time peeking at the screen through my fingers; a quarter clutching at Jason; and the remaining with my eyes closed. No gungho horror-loving chick here.
I spent the better part of my evening at home nursing my bum as well as surfing Friendster profiles of my seniors in CGS. The kaypoh resurfaces. Made darn interesting entertainment I must say, lol.
Off to bed. Night world. :)
I'm feeling a little lovey-dovey right now. It is highly possible that these affectionate emotions were induced by watching Chandler propose to Monica of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
It made me forget my aching butt and go,"awwww."
I slipped three steps at Far East today. Now, it ain't anybody's fault. Just those darn shoes.
Haha, or so the klutz says.
Two falls in three months. I must say I am setting a track record for myself.
Maybe I should include "zero falls" into my list of 2006 Resolutions.
Caught The Amtyville Horror (can't remember the exact spelling, sorry) post Kenny Rogers. In true leigh fashion, I spent half of the time peeking at the screen through my fingers; a quarter clutching at Jason; and the remaining with my eyes closed. No gungho horror-loving chick here.
I spent the better part of my evening at home nursing my bum as well as surfing Friendster profiles of my seniors in CGS. The kaypoh resurfaces. Made darn interesting entertainment I must say, lol.
Off to bed. Night world. :)
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Taking a Moment to Ponder
Taking a Moment to Ponder
Whilst on the short ride from Cityhall to Orchard in an extremely crowded train, I stood just within hearing range of a conversation between two females, discussing the pros and cons of journalism. The comment that actually made me start to eavesdrop intently was this.
Girl #1: Journalists are on the receiving end. That is why they usually don't do well.
Girl #2: Yah, all they are good at is writing. I actually wanted to be a journalist.
Through the span of their conversation, as I listened to them put journalism down, I wished I were a successful journalist who could spin around, blind them with a confident smile, and set them straight.
With my back to them, I had assumed that they were young working adults. Just as I was about to alight, I heard girl #2 say, "Just a few months before I turn 18."
Passion versus practicality. In a money-oriented society like ours, the career choice is painfully obvious, unless of course, you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth.
For now, I'll let my passion pave the way, at least for the next 6 months of my internship. Decisions regarding future financial responsibilities can wait. :)
On a lighter note, I'm looking forward to lunch at Kenny Rogers tomorrow. Believe it or not, the one and only time I had KR food was on my Malacca trip last year. Lol.
Whilst on the short ride from Cityhall to Orchard in an extremely crowded train, I stood just within hearing range of a conversation between two females, discussing the pros and cons of journalism. The comment that actually made me start to eavesdrop intently was this.
Girl #1: Journalists are on the receiving end. That is why they usually don't do well.
Girl #2: Yah, all they are good at is writing. I actually wanted to be a journalist.
Through the span of their conversation, as I listened to them put journalism down, I wished I were a successful journalist who could spin around, blind them with a confident smile, and set them straight.
With my back to them, I had assumed that they were young working adults. Just as I was about to alight, I heard girl #2 say, "Just a few months before I turn 18."
Passion versus practicality. In a money-oriented society like ours, the career choice is painfully obvious, unless of course, you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth.
For now, I'll let my passion pave the way, at least for the next 6 months of my internship. Decisions regarding future financial responsibilities can wait. :)
On a lighter note, I'm looking forward to lunch at Kenny Rogers tomorrow. Believe it or not, the one and only time I had KR food was on my Malacca trip last year. Lol.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Angsty Me can Give a Nasty Bite
An Angsty Me Gives a Nasty Bite
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
The above is a phrase heard so often, it is almost a cliche.
So, what do you do with life bestows you with two bastards right across your booth?
I say, life's a bitch, so be bitchy right back.
I've never told a stranger off till this weekend. Thrice. Hah. The satisfaction.
I've been meaning to blog about the topic below, but until now, I've always managed to convince myself that it ain't good to use this blog as a board for snide remarks about other people, especially those whom I barely know.
My current angsty ain't a good reason to start, but why ruin my flow of bitchy thoughts?
Please, excuse my french. I'll try to make it short.
(To disguise the gender of this particular person, I will use "it".)
Dear it,
Perhaps I should start off by apologizing should I make any unjust assumptions.
However, I pride myself on my intuition, and I would say that my assumptions are made on account of your actions.
I assume you have a scheming mind, and it pleases me to believe that you have one.
Possession is natural human behaviour, but your possessiveness surpasses that of normality, making you what I would label as obsessive compulsive.
Friendships require two hands to clap. There is no use being angry with a friend when your friend refuses to clap. If you do wish to have a friend tied to you forever, I would suggest you get a dog.
Drifting apart is part and parcel of life.
That might be a lesson you have yet to learn.
Let go, you angsty it.
Try calling 1800-obsession-management.
With love,
The Bitch
And may I add, "it" is not my friend. Lol.
-end of bitchy mode-
Night world.
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
The above is a phrase heard so often, it is almost a cliche.
So, what do you do with life bestows you with two bastards right across your booth?
I say, life's a bitch, so be bitchy right back.
I've never told a stranger off till this weekend. Thrice. Hah. The satisfaction.
I've been meaning to blog about the topic below, but until now, I've always managed to convince myself that it ain't good to use this blog as a board for snide remarks about other people, especially those whom I barely know.
My current angsty ain't a good reason to start, but why ruin my flow of bitchy thoughts?
Please, excuse my french. I'll try to make it short.
(To disguise the gender of this particular person, I will use "it".)
Dear it,
Perhaps I should start off by apologizing should I make any unjust assumptions.
However, I pride myself on my intuition, and I would say that my assumptions are made on account of your actions.
I assume you have a scheming mind, and it pleases me to believe that you have one.
Possession is natural human behaviour, but your possessiveness surpasses that of normality, making you what I would label as obsessive compulsive.
Friendships require two hands to clap. There is no use being angry with a friend when your friend refuses to clap. If you do wish to have a friend tied to you forever, I would suggest you get a dog.
Drifting apart is part and parcel of life.
That might be a lesson you have yet to learn.
Let go, you angsty it.
Try calling 1800-obsession-management.
With love,
The Bitch
And may I add, "it" is not my friend. Lol.
-end of bitchy mode-
Night world.
Saturday, May 14, 2005
meranbeach2
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While getting trigger happy at the beach, I cut half of Lanxi's face off...
Chockful of Kaching
Chockful of Kaching
Faggy's chalet was extremely enjoyable. It was great seeing everybody again, especially Brian and Lester whom I haven't seen in eons. It was good seeing Marc and Fagan too. Would have been good if Jane and Ede were there, but SIP's the culprit.
Learned Rummikup courtesy of Avril, and re-learned daidee, courtesy of Marc. Marco was so dreading work the next day that he couldn't finish his Whooper Jr. student meal. Now that was miraculous. Our train journey home was fun too. Marc and I were in full bitching mode. Lol.
Oh yes. It was a treat bumping into Jazzy, who looked beat after work. Hugs.
Friday was a day of sun, sea and shopping. Spent the earlier part of the day with Lanxi, doing our usual tanning and getting sand in our bikini bottoms routine. I miss the clear sea waters of Tioman.
Post-beaching, we trooped down to town for an extremely healthy Subway lunch, with a side serving of a not-so-healthy cookie. Haha. When we were properly fuelled, we went wild.
I spent close to a hundred bucks on all my wants, and let me tell you, having abstained from serious retail therapy for months to fund my Tioman trip, shopping felt reeaaaaaaaal good.
I picked up:
Faggy's chalet was extremely enjoyable. It was great seeing everybody again, especially Brian and Lester whom I haven't seen in eons. It was good seeing Marc and Fagan too. Would have been good if Jane and Ede were there, but SIP's the culprit.
Learned Rummikup courtesy of Avril, and re-learned daidee, courtesy of Marc. Marco was so dreading work the next day that he couldn't finish his Whooper Jr. student meal. Now that was miraculous. Our train journey home was fun too. Marc and I were in full bitching mode. Lol.
Oh yes. It was a treat bumping into Jazzy, who looked beat after work. Hugs.
Friday was a day of sun, sea and shopping. Spent the earlier part of the day with Lanxi, doing our usual tanning and getting sand in our bikini bottoms routine. I miss the clear sea waters of Tioman.
Post-beaching, we trooped down to town for an extremely healthy Subway lunch, with a side serving of a not-so-healthy cookie. Haha. When we were properly fuelled, we went wild.
I spent close to a hundred bucks on all my wants, and let me tell you, having abstained from serious retail therapy for months to fund my Tioman trip, shopping felt reeaaaaaaaal good.
I picked up:
- a tee
- a pair of heels
- ZA foundation
- a notebook
- a novel
- a crossword puzzle book
- a pair of shades
- a pair of earrings
- a lingerie set
- a makeup pouch
- a set of hairclips
- several ties for my dad and my brother
The Tortoise went crazy when he saw all the shopping bags I lugged to dinner.
My whole Saturday was spent with B, C, and D at Suntec Convention Centre, at The New Paper Wedding Planner exhibition. BK, Cat and Dawn for your information. Lol. We were at war with this certain obnoxious photography shop across our booth. Urghx.
Whilst playing Scrabble with the Tortoise one day, all the possible words that popped into my mind were the names of cartoon characters. It dawned on me that I was getting brainwashed by Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon.
So, fewer cartoons for me this last week of pre-SIP freedom. See, there's a reason why I bought a crossword puzzle book. I intend to stimulate my braincells for my stint as a communications intern. :)
Thursday, May 12, 2005
I Can't Get No Satisfaction
I Can't Get No Satisfaction
This Rolling Stones song has been popping up in my head ever since I watched Angelina Jolie rock it in some movie.
The weirdest thing happened last night.
Scene: Jason and I eating in the dining room, when my sis walks past commenting about American Idol IV.
Me: I know who will be out.
Sis: Who?
Me: That boy. Anthony.
Sis: Why say that, you don't like him?
Me: No, I read it in a magazine that he got booted out.
Jason: I thought it's live telecast?
Sis: Yah!
Me: Oh. Right.
Sis: -stares at me-
Me: Was I dreaming?
Anyway, it was my dad's birthday yesterday. :) Got him this cool namecard holder. My brother's birthday this Sunday, and I am at a loss as to what to get him. That man's got everything.
Will shop after my date with lanxi tomorrow. Haven't seen her in ages. Now let's just hope the Weatherman cooperates. I miss a good girly shopping trip. Let's hope tomorrow will feed my appetite for that!
I love doing you-know-what with her. (Sorry, I can't type it out in black and white 'cos I'm afraid it'll jinx everything. Clue's in bold in the previous paragraph.) We've got this groove man, after doing it for almost 5 years.
I've decided to give Racky a good washing when I get home.
Alright, guess I'm off. No philosophical entry for now. Heading to Fag's chalet.
Stay out of trouble kids. LOL.
This Rolling Stones song has been popping up in my head ever since I watched Angelina Jolie rock it in some movie.
The weirdest thing happened last night.
Scene: Jason and I eating in the dining room, when my sis walks past commenting about American Idol IV.
Me: I know who will be out.
Sis: Who?
Me: That boy. Anthony.
Sis: Why say that, you don't like him?
Me: No, I read it in a magazine that he got booted out.
Jason: I thought it's live telecast?
Sis: Yah!
Me: Oh. Right.
Sis: -stares at me-
Me: Was I dreaming?
Anyway, it was my dad's birthday yesterday. :) Got him this cool namecard holder. My brother's birthday this Sunday, and I am at a loss as to what to get him. That man's got everything.
Will shop after my date with lanxi tomorrow. Haven't seen her in ages. Now let's just hope the Weatherman cooperates. I miss a good girly shopping trip. Let's hope tomorrow will feed my appetite for that!
I love doing you-know-what with her. (Sorry, I can't type it out in black and white 'cos I'm afraid it'll jinx everything. Clue's in bold in the previous paragraph.) We've got this groove man, after doing it for almost 5 years.
I've decided to give Racky a good washing when I get home.
Alright, guess I'm off. No philosophical entry for now. Heading to Fag's chalet.
Stay out of trouble kids. LOL.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Quarter Life Crisis
Quarter Life Crisis
If this post is aptly titled, then I figure I'd probably die at the age of 74. You do the math.
It's quite a good age I think. Old enough to see my grandchildren, yet not that old to be unable to get out of bed, I hope.
I'm feeling extremely unfulfilled. I wish I were living my last 2 weeks of pre-SIP freedom with or for a cause.
Each morning I wake up, trudge to the living room and start my morning with MTV and some matwork. Occasionally, when the urge strikes, I pop an exercise video into the player. After the morning workout, my day's basically aimless.
Help.
The monotony was something I'd figured would pass after taking a vacation, but it has seemingly returned with a magnitude twice its original.
Vacations do that to me. They delude me into thinking that my life back here sucks and everyday should be a holiday.
Bitch.
Speaking of which, mine will be back tomorrow evening. Went off on an impromptu trip to London to catch, get this, a free soccer match. Figures why we didn't go off to Tioman together as initially planned. London! Lucky bitch. :)
I'm off. To slap on a face mask before heading out to shop and catch a movie.
If this post is aptly titled, then I figure I'd probably die at the age of 74. You do the math.
It's quite a good age I think. Old enough to see my grandchildren, yet not that old to be unable to get out of bed, I hope.
I'm feeling extremely unfulfilled. I wish I were living my last 2 weeks of pre-SIP freedom with or for a cause.
Each morning I wake up, trudge to the living room and start my morning with MTV and some matwork. Occasionally, when the urge strikes, I pop an exercise video into the player. After the morning workout, my day's basically aimless.
Help.
The monotony was something I'd figured would pass after taking a vacation, but it has seemingly returned with a magnitude twice its original.
Vacations do that to me. They delude me into thinking that my life back here sucks and everyday should be a holiday.
Bitch.
Speaking of which, mine will be back tomorrow evening. Went off on an impromptu trip to London to catch, get this, a free soccer match. Figures why we didn't go off to Tioman together as initially planned. London! Lucky bitch. :)
I'm off. To slap on a face mask before heading out to shop and catch a movie.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Anything can be an Addiction
Anything can be an Addiction
Coming online's an addiction, or in nicer terms, a habit. After spending three days away from city life's readily available internet connection, it's getting to be a bit of a chore coming online. I'd very much rather laze around in bed with a book. :)
I'd just finished True Confessions by Rachel Gibson, and I'm glad I chanced upon it in the library, for it seems like eons since a chick lit novel has been able to draw me in. Lovely, to relive a few days of breathing, eating and dreaming a book.
A programme titled Aurora has installed itself into my computer. The delusively romantic name is actually some porn network. How novel. Ecks.
Caught the G.E.M performance in school on Friday night 'cos Ede was performing. Oh boy, I've never seen the quiet girl shake, shimmy and basically go wild! I could see the sheer exhiliration on her face as she danced though, and I am really happy for her. I am almost tempted to take up dance lessons, in spite of my two left feet. Haha.
It was good too, to see Fagan and Marc again. Marco had a quarter of his thumb sliced off by a commercial potato peeler. Poor guy.
Finally made a trip down to My Secret Garden, the much talked-about eatery recently. Jason and I bumped into my brother downstairs, so I bribed him into driving us there. Circled the place for quite some time before noticing the pretty obscure cafe.
Nice ambience. Lotsa brick red walls and warm candlelight, with a soothing French cd playing in the background. Only thing I didn't like was the hard wooden chair I was sitting on.
So the three of us (my brother joined us) sat there with our desserts, the two men sharing some deep-fried platter, talking about the service and f&b industry in general.
Thanks Jazzy, for the directions to the place! :)
Strolled along the newly renovated Bugis Market, and I got myself a pair of burnt orange drawstrings at 12 bucks. Pretty good deal eh? Pity I can't bring myself to bargain.
My aunt just informed me that she couldn't rid my turquoise drawstrings of the dark chocolate stains. (Read previous post.) Dang.
I'm listening to the Corrinne May cd someone wonderful has just given me. Looking forward to the track Angel in Disguise. Heard her perform the song live at the Esplanade this new year, and it was the one which stood out most among her newer tracks. I sorta preferred her first album though. Perhaps because of the sweet memories attached. :)
Night world.
Coming online's an addiction, or in nicer terms, a habit. After spending three days away from city life's readily available internet connection, it's getting to be a bit of a chore coming online. I'd very much rather laze around in bed with a book. :)
I'd just finished True Confessions by Rachel Gibson, and I'm glad I chanced upon it in the library, for it seems like eons since a chick lit novel has been able to draw me in. Lovely, to relive a few days of breathing, eating and dreaming a book.
A programme titled Aurora has installed itself into my computer. The delusively romantic name is actually some porn network. How novel. Ecks.
Caught the G.E.M performance in school on Friday night 'cos Ede was performing. Oh boy, I've never seen the quiet girl shake, shimmy and basically go wild! I could see the sheer exhiliration on her face as she danced though, and I am really happy for her. I am almost tempted to take up dance lessons, in spite of my two left feet. Haha.
It was good too, to see Fagan and Marc again. Marco had a quarter of his thumb sliced off by a commercial potato peeler. Poor guy.
Finally made a trip down to My Secret Garden, the much talked-about eatery recently. Jason and I bumped into my brother downstairs, so I bribed him into driving us there. Circled the place for quite some time before noticing the pretty obscure cafe.
Nice ambience. Lotsa brick red walls and warm candlelight, with a soothing French cd playing in the background. Only thing I didn't like was the hard wooden chair I was sitting on.
So the three of us (my brother joined us) sat there with our desserts, the two men sharing some deep-fried platter, talking about the service and f&b industry in general.
Thanks Jazzy, for the directions to the place! :)
Strolled along the newly renovated Bugis Market, and I got myself a pair of burnt orange drawstrings at 12 bucks. Pretty good deal eh? Pity I can't bring myself to bargain.
My aunt just informed me that she couldn't rid my turquoise drawstrings of the dark chocolate stains. (Read previous post.) Dang.
I'm listening to the Corrinne May cd someone wonderful has just given me. Looking forward to the track Angel in Disguise. Heard her perform the song live at the Esplanade this new year, and it was the one which stood out most among her newer tracks. I sorta preferred her first album though. Perhaps because of the sweet memories attached. :)
Night world.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Chocolate Butt
Chocolate Butt
I'm going to create some interest by boring you with mundane snippets before telling you all about chocolate butt. :)
I headed down to Starhub Centre to clarify and pay my handphone bills.
It's a first for me - having a line under my name, and paying my bills.
Responsibilities, responsibilities.
Felt kinda good though, being in control. Now if I were to overspend, I'd face the shocking bills and figure a way to come up with the money, not avoid my dad. Haha.
It was quite messy being outside as it was pouring the whole afternoon.
I kinda miss Tioman.
I never did feel any particular attachment to the island as I did with Bali, but I miss the 3 days of perpetual sunshine and the non-polluted air. And of course, I miss not having to constantly check my watch for the time.
Watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding on vcd with Green Bear whilst sharing Hersheys dark chocolate.
Now here's the exciting part.
I got up to keep the discs when the show ended, when he suddenly burst out laughing. I've never seen him laugh so hard before actually.
I had dark chocolate smeared all over my butt and the couch.
I don't know how it happened, but it did.
Thank God it's not our first date.
I'm going to create some interest by boring you with mundane snippets before telling you all about chocolate butt. :)
I headed down to Starhub Centre to clarify and pay my handphone bills.
It's a first for me - having a line under my name, and paying my bills.
Responsibilities, responsibilities.
Felt kinda good though, being in control. Now if I were to overspend, I'd face the shocking bills and figure a way to come up with the money, not avoid my dad. Haha.
It was quite messy being outside as it was pouring the whole afternoon.
I kinda miss Tioman.
I never did feel any particular attachment to the island as I did with Bali, but I miss the 3 days of perpetual sunshine and the non-polluted air. And of course, I miss not having to constantly check my watch for the time.
Watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding on vcd with Green Bear whilst sharing Hersheys dark chocolate.
Now here's the exciting part.
I got up to keep the discs when the show ended, when he suddenly burst out laughing. I've never seen him laugh so hard before actually.
I had dark chocolate smeared all over my butt and the couch.
I don't know how it happened, but it did.
Thank God it's not our first date.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
paradise
paradise
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Spying from the ferry.
I've got my eye on your island, Robinson Crusoe!
jetty
jetty
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
Front-view of the jetty amidst the warm hues of the setting sun.
alonerock
alonerock
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
A melancholic piture of solitary rock.
This picture looks like it belongs in a book of poems.
turquoisewaters
turquoisewaters
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
The only turquoise waters I've seen before this were from travelogues on tv.
sandinthewater
sandinthewater
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
That's how clear the water is baby.
Pardon the suakoo city girl.
shadowsinthesun
shadowsinthesun
Originally uploaded by sarongskirts.
I am getting creative with my photo taking skills. Lol.
The Emancipation of the Island Girl
Island life, love it. That is Sentosa's tagline. Years spent on Sentosa's manmade beaches has led me to believe that was what island life was all about. My recent trip to Tioman has emancipated my alter-ego.
Tioman Island in Malaysia is divided into villages, and travelling between villages is made only possible by sea. An intricate fusion of kampong life and urbanized living, I spent three days at the Paya Beach Resort at Paya Village.
It wasn't what I was expecting - something out of a beautifully shot travel brochure.
I did manage to get my part of the bargain though. I had a spa facial; went tanning at the beach and by the pool; and enjoyed sumptuous dinners by the sea.
But that's not all.
Welcome to the real island life.
There was something humbling in filling my idyllic days with down-to-earth activities like playing in the crystal clear waters; laying on the jetty to watch the abundance of stars in the night sky; tasting water from a stream; as well as feeding the array of colourful reef fishes with stale bread.
With the absence of Singapore's usual handphone symphony, and the vast sea just a few steps away, I was closer to nature than I had been in a long time.
Then again, nature was not quite the idealistic picture of sparkling waters; pristine beaches; exotic marine life and lush green fauna I had painted in my mind.
Flies; sharp rocks and mudskippers were a few of Mother Nature's many creations that dominated the island, and some of the exotic marine creatures were just plain weird.
Being able to see the fishes swimming amongst the rocks and the occasional coral or two was great, but going closer to swim with them requires a truckload of courage in overcoming my fear of being attacked by angsty sea creatures.
Exploring hidden pathways and partially submerged islands requires a high tolerance for discomfort and freaky insects.
I am not gungho enough to appreciate Mother Nature's wide network, yet.
The delusional island girl concedes defeat.
Maybe next time. :)
Island life, love it. That is Sentosa's tagline. Years spent on Sentosa's manmade beaches has led me to believe that was what island life was all about. My recent trip to Tioman has emancipated my alter-ego.
Tioman Island in Malaysia is divided into villages, and travelling between villages is made only possible by sea. An intricate fusion of kampong life and urbanized living, I spent three days at the Paya Beach Resort at Paya Village.
It wasn't what I was expecting - something out of a beautifully shot travel brochure.
I did manage to get my part of the bargain though. I had a spa facial; went tanning at the beach and by the pool; and enjoyed sumptuous dinners by the sea.
But that's not all.
Welcome to the real island life.
There was something humbling in filling my idyllic days with down-to-earth activities like playing in the crystal clear waters; laying on the jetty to watch the abundance of stars in the night sky; tasting water from a stream; as well as feeding the array of colourful reef fishes with stale bread.
With the absence of Singapore's usual handphone symphony, and the vast sea just a few steps away, I was closer to nature than I had been in a long time.
Then again, nature was not quite the idealistic picture of sparkling waters; pristine beaches; exotic marine life and lush green fauna I had painted in my mind.
Flies; sharp rocks and mudskippers were a few of Mother Nature's many creations that dominated the island, and some of the exotic marine creatures were just plain weird.
Being able to see the fishes swimming amongst the rocks and the occasional coral or two was great, but going closer to swim with them requires a truckload of courage in overcoming my fear of being attacked by angsty sea creatures.
Exploring hidden pathways and partially submerged islands requires a high tolerance for discomfort and freaky insects.
I am not gungho enough to appreciate Mother Nature's wide network, yet.
The delusional island girl concedes defeat.
Maybe next time. :)
Sunday, May 01, 2005
All My Bags Are Packed, I'm Ready To Go
All My Bags Are Packed, I'm Ready To Go
In about 7 hours from now, I'll be leaving my house for my much-anticipated beach holiday. I can barely wait. :)
The only thing that is worth moping about is that I've got a mini rash on my legs. Irritating tiny red bumps. All because an over-zealous me applied hair removal mousse last night, thinking it would save me the trouble of shaving my legs. I never learn my lesson. The itch is practically screaming, "scratch me scratch me," but I am doing all I can to withstand temptation. Shucks, I just caved in. I hope it gets better soon.
It took me just an hour to pack my bag this time around, and unlike my previous Port Dickson/Malacca trip, I'm going with just one bag this time around. Ah. The art of clever packing is finally dawning on me.
I love my bitch. We make the best cooks in the world.
See you in a few days peeps. I'll be back with pictures.
Good night. :)
In about 7 hours from now, I'll be leaving my house for my much-anticipated beach holiday. I can barely wait. :)
The only thing that is worth moping about is that I've got a mini rash on my legs. Irritating tiny red bumps. All because an over-zealous me applied hair removal mousse last night, thinking it would save me the trouble of shaving my legs. I never learn my lesson. The itch is practically screaming, "scratch me scratch me," but I am doing all I can to withstand temptation. Shucks, I just caved in. I hope it gets better soon.
It took me just an hour to pack my bag this time around, and unlike my previous Port Dickson/Malacca trip, I'm going with just one bag this time around. Ah. The art of clever packing is finally dawning on me.
I love my bitch. We make the best cooks in the world.
See you in a few days peeps. I'll be back with pictures.
Good night. :)
Friday, April 29, 2005
Decadent Memories
Decadent Memories
It was when I subconsciously played Something About You on the piano just an hour ago that I decided to play Corrinne May's album after months. Listening to the song transports me back to 2003, when I was still a poly freshman.
Memories can be so vivid. I almost felt like I was 17 again. Ah. That heart-pounding excitement of falling in love.
Something About You
Don't know what you do to me
But everytime I'm with you it's a natural high
It's like re-discovering Eden
With chocolate-coated rainbows and cotton candy skies
And everytime you look my way
I wish I had the guts to say
There's something in your eyes
Something in your smile
Something in the way you move me
You make me wanna sing
Make me wanna dance
Make me wanna cry
I'm falling in love with you.
I think I'll hire Cupid
He'll make you see I'm more than your friend
You'll be tossing and turning
Counting the hours till you see me again
And when we meet you'll kiss my hand
And say the words I've longed to hear
There's something in your eyes
Something in your smile
Something in the way you move me
You make me wanna sing
Make me wanna dance
Make me wanna cry
I'm falling in love with you.
Do you believe in fate?
It was when I subconsciously played Something About You on the piano just an hour ago that I decided to play Corrinne May's album after months. Listening to the song transports me back to 2003, when I was still a poly freshman.
Memories can be so vivid. I almost felt like I was 17 again. Ah. That heart-pounding excitement of falling in love.
Something About You
Don't know what you do to me
But everytime I'm with you it's a natural high
It's like re-discovering Eden
With chocolate-coated rainbows and cotton candy skies
And everytime you look my way
I wish I had the guts to say
There's something in your eyes
Something in your smile
Something in the way you move me
You make me wanna sing
Make me wanna dance
Make me wanna cry
I'm falling in love with you.
I think I'll hire Cupid
He'll make you see I'm more than your friend
You'll be tossing and turning
Counting the hours till you see me again
And when we meet you'll kiss my hand
And say the words I've longed to hear
There's something in your eyes
Something in your smile
Something in the way you move me
You make me wanna sing
Make me wanna dance
Make me wanna cry
I'm falling in love with you.
Do you believe in fate?
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Even When Inspiration Doesn't Strike
Currently playing: Luther Vandross - Dance With My Father
The title says it all. I don't feel like I've got a prospective topic to blog about, but having spent 9 hours in front of the telly, I feel compelled to do something more constructive.
Let's start with something mundane.
I attempted the Reebok Sweat Factory dance video in the morning, before settling myself comfortably into the couch past noon.
Talked to my bitch for awhile, and sometime in the 5 minute conversation, she convinced me that we were going to bake strawberry muffins together during the weekend. Haha. I'd probably bring them as snacks on my bus-ride to Tioman.
Watched and practised yoga standing poses in the afternoon when my back started to feel stiff. In case you're wondering, I got my assortment of exercise videos while recce-ing Chinatown for S.T.U.M.P.E.D. I don't know if I'll ever play the video again; it's kinda slow moving.
The 30 minutes I spent doing yoga was the last of any prominent physical activity today. I was back on the couch till ten, lol.
Oh yes. I finally managed to watch the renowned Sleepless in Seattle. All the romantic flicks I've seen pale in comparison to it.
I've got a confession to make. I cried (came somewhat close to bawling actually) when Scott sang Luther Vandross' Dance With My Father. For once, I was appreciative of the emotion he put into his singing.
The song always gets to me, especially the part about his mom dying to dance with the father again.
And now, especially for you my reader, the lyrics.
Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me
And then
Spin me around till I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
How I'd love love love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my momma said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he, would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance
One final step
One final dance with him
I'd play a song that'd never never end
Cause I'd love love love, to dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her
And I'd hear how my momma cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back
The only man she loved.
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream.
My greatest fear in life is losing my loved ones. It's scary knowing that one day,they will no longer be part of my life anymore.
Some cheerful news on the other hand is that I am officially going off to Tioman for my holiday. Even my obstinate mother gave me the go-ahead today, just 3 days before I leave. I am quite a handful am I not? :)
Currently playing: Luther Vandross - Dance With My Father
The title says it all. I don't feel like I've got a prospective topic to blog about, but having spent 9 hours in front of the telly, I feel compelled to do something more constructive.
Let's start with something mundane.
I attempted the Reebok Sweat Factory dance video in the morning, before settling myself comfortably into the couch past noon.
Talked to my bitch for awhile, and sometime in the 5 minute conversation, she convinced me that we were going to bake strawberry muffins together during the weekend. Haha. I'd probably bring them as snacks on my bus-ride to Tioman.
Watched and practised yoga standing poses in the afternoon when my back started to feel stiff. In case you're wondering, I got my assortment of exercise videos while recce-ing Chinatown for S.T.U.M.P.E.D. I don't know if I'll ever play the video again; it's kinda slow moving.
The 30 minutes I spent doing yoga was the last of any prominent physical activity today. I was back on the couch till ten, lol.
Oh yes. I finally managed to watch the renowned Sleepless in Seattle. All the romantic flicks I've seen pale in comparison to it.
I've got a confession to make. I cried (came somewhat close to bawling actually) when Scott sang Luther Vandross' Dance With My Father. For once, I was appreciative of the emotion he put into his singing.
The song always gets to me, especially the part about his mom dying to dance with the father again.
And now, especially for you my reader, the lyrics.
Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me
And then
Spin me around till I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
How I'd love love love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my momma said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he, would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance
One final step
One final dance with him
I'd play a song that'd never never end
Cause I'd love love love, to dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her
And I'd hear how my momma cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back
The only man she loved.
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream.
My greatest fear in life is losing my loved ones. It's scary knowing that one day,they will no longer be part of my life anymore.
Some cheerful news on the other hand is that I am officially going off to Tioman for my holiday. Even my obstinate mother gave me the go-ahead today, just 3 days before I leave. I am quite a handful am I not? :)
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
A New Chapter: Main Comm No More
A New Chapter: Main Committee No More
I know, the title really is cheesy, but I can't think of a more appropriate one.
Today was the day the main committee of HTMIG AY04/05 officially stepped down. It was a torrent of emotions for me - anxiety; grief; joy; regret; relief; and I hate to say this, indifference.
When we stepped up to our posts last year, I was almost certain I would cry my heart out when the time came for me to step down. Then again, things almost never stay the same.
The 2 years I've spent in the HTMIG has probably moulded me more than poly life ever would. The memories are bittersweet - a mixture of good and bad. But at the end of the day, the good stands out, as the bad fades away.
As Fagan and I conducted the election today, it felt as if it was just yesterday that I was a timid sub-comm member who was afraid to speak my mind.
I can hardly believe that the days of chionging activity preparations till late into the night; late dinners opposite school; and a whole lot of bonding are now over. HTMIG was and will always be a major milestone in my life.
I'll miss my 7 other now ex-main comm members more than anybody else. :)
And the souvenir from the sub-committee touched my soul. At times, I felt like I made the worst vice-president ever, but some words made me sit up and go, "Was I really that good?"
HTMIG Main Committee AY 05/06, the ball is in your court. :)
Oh my, this is getting sappy.
Attended the SIP Launch in the morning, and it sure did hype me up for my internship. I can barely wait till I begin my stint at the Communications department in Sentosa!
It really is a miraculous opportunity, for writing has got little to do with hospitality. That is why I am really grateful to be able to live out this dream on a hospitality internship program.
Then again, I don't wanna count my chickens before they hatch. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna start my SIP prepared for the worst. I'm gonna start it with an open mind.
I borrowed a book from Toa Payoh Library today, using Jason's card. (I have yet to pay my fines, haha.)
The book's titled... Sweet Valley Twins and Friends - Boys Against Girls.
Call me childish if you wish, but Sweet Valley is the best series I have ever read in my entire life. I was absolutely devastated when they stopped publications.
One day, when I am bloody loaded, I'll pay up to thousands for the whole series, if I can find it that is.
I'm running on my energy reserves actually. I couldn't get to sleep till past midnight, and considering that I had to be up at 5.45 in the morning, I am bushed.
Night world.
I know, the title really is cheesy, but I can't think of a more appropriate one.
Today was the day the main committee of HTMIG AY04/05 officially stepped down. It was a torrent of emotions for me - anxiety; grief; joy; regret; relief; and I hate to say this, indifference.
When we stepped up to our posts last year, I was almost certain I would cry my heart out when the time came for me to step down. Then again, things almost never stay the same.
The 2 years I've spent in the HTMIG has probably moulded me more than poly life ever would. The memories are bittersweet - a mixture of good and bad. But at the end of the day, the good stands out, as the bad fades away.
As Fagan and I conducted the election today, it felt as if it was just yesterday that I was a timid sub-comm member who was afraid to speak my mind.
I can hardly believe that the days of chionging activity preparations till late into the night; late dinners opposite school; and a whole lot of bonding are now over. HTMIG was and will always be a major milestone in my life.
I'll miss my 7 other now ex-main comm members more than anybody else. :)
And the souvenir from the sub-committee touched my soul. At times, I felt like I made the worst vice-president ever, but some words made me sit up and go, "Was I really that good?"
HTMIG Main Committee AY 05/06, the ball is in your court. :)
Oh my, this is getting sappy.
Attended the SIP Launch in the morning, and it sure did hype me up for my internship. I can barely wait till I begin my stint at the Communications department in Sentosa!
It really is a miraculous opportunity, for writing has got little to do with hospitality. That is why I am really grateful to be able to live out this dream on a hospitality internship program.
Then again, I don't wanna count my chickens before they hatch. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna start my SIP prepared for the worst. I'm gonna start it with an open mind.
I borrowed a book from Toa Payoh Library today, using Jason's card. (I have yet to pay my fines, haha.)
The book's titled... Sweet Valley Twins and Friends - Boys Against Girls.
Call me childish if you wish, but Sweet Valley is the best series I have ever read in my entire life. I was absolutely devastated when they stopped publications.
One day, when I am bloody loaded, I'll pay up to thousands for the whole series, if I can find it that is.
I'm running on my energy reserves actually. I couldn't get to sleep till past midnight, and considering that I had to be up at 5.45 in the morning, I am bushed.
Night world.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Slipping Back Into Routine
Back From the "Great" Outdoors
I've finally decided to pop Kitaro's cd into my player.
(This will not be a philosophical entry. The heat has fried my brains.)
The 3-day Outdoor Wedding Show is finally over. If you think being under a flimsy tent under the scorching heat isn't enough, try wearing black formal pants. It was the ultimate sweat-athon for all of us. All three nights, I couldn't wait to jump into the shower to wash off the day's accumulated stickiness.
It was quite an experience actually, pitting ourselves against the various wedding service providers.
Got to chat with the girls from Esther Clinique (got myself a free eyebrow trim) and the photographers at the booth beside us; exchanged fruits and drinks with the staff of Mercure Hotel; and made friends with the people from Purple Romance gifts. Saw Vernetta Lopez at her booth, Freesia & Cream too. She's rather gorgeous in real life.
Spending 3 days under the close to unbearable heat has made me decide to avoid the sun until my beach holiday next Monday.
Countdown to SIP Launch: 34 hours
Countdown to official attachment letter: God knows.
Returned to the gym this morning after a 6 day hiatus. It felt good to sweat it out (in gym wear) and to get the blood pumping. I attempted a Cindy Crawford exercise video last Friday that left my hamstrings aching till today. And she seemed to execute the one hour workout effortlessly without breaking a sweat. It's no wonder she's a supermodel, lol.
Lunched with Jason at Thai Express, and bumped into Mr. Sick Child Joseph at Heeren where we were going to source for CD deals. That guy's still the same SK II model, lol.
Headed home after that to fall asleep on the couch. Woke up just in time to watch Hey Arnold. Love that cartoon. Spent most of my evening watching 2 hours of hilarious sitcoms - Some show on Channel 5 I can't remember; F.R.I.E.N.D.S.; Still Standing and Grounded For Life. All hail the couch potato!
Spent less than 30 minutes practising for tomorrow's piano lesson. It almost slipped my mind again, haha. Think my teacher would have been really pissed if that were to happen. It'd have been the third time, haha. I'm kinda bored of my exam pieces and scales and rondos. Sigh.
The in-laws are coming over for dinner tomorrow. I wonder if I'll have time to disguise the debris in my room. Like my primary school teacher would have said, "It looks like a tornado has swept through it, leaving a trail of destruction behind." Lol.
I've finally finished the huge bag of M&Ms Green Bear got me. Feeling a little sick now actually. Haha. Like they say, too much of a good thing ain't good.
Off to brush my teeth. Night world. :)
I've finally decided to pop Kitaro's cd into my player.
(This will not be a philosophical entry. The heat has fried my brains.)
The 3-day Outdoor Wedding Show is finally over. If you think being under a flimsy tent under the scorching heat isn't enough, try wearing black formal pants. It was the ultimate sweat-athon for all of us. All three nights, I couldn't wait to jump into the shower to wash off the day's accumulated stickiness.
It was quite an experience actually, pitting ourselves against the various wedding service providers.
Got to chat with the girls from Esther Clinique (got myself a free eyebrow trim) and the photographers at the booth beside us; exchanged fruits and drinks with the staff of Mercure Hotel; and made friends with the people from Purple Romance gifts. Saw Vernetta Lopez at her booth, Freesia & Cream too. She's rather gorgeous in real life.
Spending 3 days under the close to unbearable heat has made me decide to avoid the sun until my beach holiday next Monday.
Countdown to SIP Launch: 34 hours
Countdown to official attachment letter: God knows.
Returned to the gym this morning after a 6 day hiatus. It felt good to sweat it out (in gym wear) and to get the blood pumping. I attempted a Cindy Crawford exercise video last Friday that left my hamstrings aching till today. And she seemed to execute the one hour workout effortlessly without breaking a sweat. It's no wonder she's a supermodel, lol.
Lunched with Jason at Thai Express, and bumped into Mr. Sick Child Joseph at Heeren where we were going to source for CD deals. That guy's still the same SK II model, lol.
Headed home after that to fall asleep on the couch. Woke up just in time to watch Hey Arnold. Love that cartoon. Spent most of my evening watching 2 hours of hilarious sitcoms - Some show on Channel 5 I can't remember; F.R.I.E.N.D.S.; Still Standing and Grounded For Life. All hail the couch potato!
Spent less than 30 minutes practising for tomorrow's piano lesson. It almost slipped my mind again, haha. Think my teacher would have been really pissed if that were to happen. It'd have been the third time, haha. I'm kinda bored of my exam pieces and scales and rondos. Sigh.
The in-laws are coming over for dinner tomorrow. I wonder if I'll have time to disguise the debris in my room. Like my primary school teacher would have said, "It looks like a tornado has swept through it, leaving a trail of destruction behind." Lol.
I've finally finished the huge bag of M&Ms Green Bear got me. Feeling a little sick now actually. Haha. Like they say, too much of a good thing ain't good.
Off to brush my teeth. Night world. :)
Friday, April 22, 2005
Our World - An Urban Jungle
Our World - An Urban Jungle
The winning photo from Yahoo's competition. Photo courtesy of yahoo.com
The winning photo from Yahoo's competition. Photo courtesy of yahoo.com
Happy Earth Day dear readers. :)
Earth Day Trivia: 100 million trees are felled each year to produce junk mail.
How's that for a wake-up call?
It's kinda scary, the way natural life is depleted to give way to the rise of modernization. Then again, it is pretty difficult to imagine us living the Tarzan and Jane lifestyles on an unspoiled Earth.
I don't think many of us would be able to rough it out living in a jungle, with the many species of wildlife around us. The possibility of us scaring ourselves to death with the various types of diseases we could contract from bites would probably be higher than that of us being eaten alive by a tiger. Now now, what should we blame or thank for the knowledge, but modernization?
I think one of the reasons our early ancestors were able to live the caveman lifestyle is because there was no information of such diseases available to scare them. They probably thought of the tarantula as their friend, whereas we now think of it as our foe.
I once read a book about Neanderthals - the people some scientists believe humans evolved from. One characteristic of Neanderthals is that they do not have well developed voiceboxes. Indian folklore believed that every living thing has a soul, and Neanderthals thus had no need for voiceboxes as they communicated through their souls with the other souls of nature.
It's quite mystical, the way the natural world works.
I've always liked nature - its beauty is tangible, yet intangible when you wish to possess it. I've always wanted to rough it out and be one with nature, but I'm not as gungho as I'd like to be. A moth is enough to send me screaming. 'Nough said.
Earth Day aside, I spent most of my day at the Outdoor Wedding Show at Fort Canning. Bk, Cat, Dawn and I were helping my brother out with his booth at the exhibition.
Now, when the scorching sunlight gave way to the cool dusk, the place came alive, just like a scene from a fairytale. Fairylights twinkled, and love songs filled the evening air. What better accessories to such a sight, but the many couples in love who were planning to take the next step to eternal commitment?
At certain parts of the evening, it seemed as if the evening air carried the scent of the sea, and we all felt as if we were at a beach resort. Wished I was in a sarong skirt though!
My description doesn't do the exhibition justice. Come on down to Fort Canning to see the beauty for yourself. Admission is free. :)
The Other Four-Lettered Word
One is the f-word profanity I'm sure we are all familiar with; and the other, a less obscene opposite.
Say, if you hate someone, you'd go, "F*** you."
But, if you like someone, you'd go, "Love you."
Almost every blog I've visited recently has got an entry about love - in love; out of it; wanting it; wanting to get out of it. It's kinda brain-washing actually, so I figured I'd give my two cents worth as well.
I've been reading the blogs of a lesser-known public figure and his wife, (yah, I'm kaypoh, so what?) and amidst all the angst about love around me, their entries are like a sanctuary, forming a cage against the terrible notions of love. It is a realisation that idealism does exist. :)
Despite being a romantic at heart, idealism has its limits stretched in the romance novels I savour. Perfect woman; handsome man; no lying; no cheating; no problems at all. And if that ain't idealistic enough, the lady, even after childbirth, still remains a sexy siren who has her husband enraptured forever. Wow. Haha. But it is this bubblegum sweetness that keeps me hooked, for everybody needs a little something to believe in.
What is love to you? This question is the ultimate epitome of ambiguity. Ponder upon it.
Common answers include
"An elderly couple holding hands." and
"Giving him the cream side of an Oreo."
I had a tarot reading done last July at a beach carnival when I was having pretty bad relationship problems, and I asked for advice if I should stay or go. I shan't go into detail, but the cards actually foretold the future. I remember picking out the card of a page, and below's the gist of conversation from my memory.
Lady: "This means there is someone out there whom you'll have a lasting relationship with."
Me: "Where?"
Lady: "Near."
Me: "So it means I should give up on my current relationship?"
Lady: "It's your call, but time apart would do good." -gestures to the Patience card-
A notion struck me just as I was about to leave the booth.
Me: "Could the page be my current boyfriend?"
Lady: "It's not impossible, but you have to be patient."
I am not a believer of such readings, but I can't deny the fact that the reading was pretty accurate. Driving each other nuts; temptation; time apart... been there, done that! Haha.
I stopped believing in love for a period of time, doing whatever I could to encage myself and nurse my wounds. That period of abstinence is over though, lol.
Love is all about the little things, unique to every relationship.
The way he rubs his eye; the way she wrinkles her nose; the way you both look out for each other when crossing the road.
Love is a cliche, as well as a double-edged sword.
In exchange for love, you lose your independence.
In exchange for trust, you gain dependence.
Love nurtures as people grow.
Love to me is like a box of Godiva pralines - comfort food at its best. :)
One is the f-word profanity I'm sure we are all familiar with; and the other, a less obscene opposite.
Say, if you hate someone, you'd go, "F*** you."
But, if you like someone, you'd go, "Love you."
Almost every blog I've visited recently has got an entry about love - in love; out of it; wanting it; wanting to get out of it. It's kinda brain-washing actually, so I figured I'd give my two cents worth as well.
I've been reading the blogs of a lesser-known public figure and his wife, (yah, I'm kaypoh, so what?) and amidst all the angst about love around me, their entries are like a sanctuary, forming a cage against the terrible notions of love. It is a realisation that idealism does exist. :)
Despite being a romantic at heart, idealism has its limits stretched in the romance novels I savour. Perfect woman; handsome man; no lying; no cheating; no problems at all. And if that ain't idealistic enough, the lady, even after childbirth, still remains a sexy siren who has her husband enraptured forever. Wow. Haha. But it is this bubblegum sweetness that keeps me hooked, for everybody needs a little something to believe in.
What is love to you? This question is the ultimate epitome of ambiguity. Ponder upon it.
Common answers include
"An elderly couple holding hands." and
"Giving him the cream side of an Oreo."
I had a tarot reading done last July at a beach carnival when I was having pretty bad relationship problems, and I asked for advice if I should stay or go. I shan't go into detail, but the cards actually foretold the future. I remember picking out the card of a page, and below's the gist of conversation from my memory.
Lady: "This means there is someone out there whom you'll have a lasting relationship with."
Me: "Where?"
Lady: "Near."
Me: "So it means I should give up on my current relationship?"
Lady: "It's your call, but time apart would do good." -gestures to the Patience card-
A notion struck me just as I was about to leave the booth.
Me: "Could the page be my current boyfriend?"
Lady: "It's not impossible, but you have to be patient."
I am not a believer of such readings, but I can't deny the fact that the reading was pretty accurate. Driving each other nuts; temptation; time apart... been there, done that! Haha.
I stopped believing in love for a period of time, doing whatever I could to encage myself and nurse my wounds. That period of abstinence is over though, lol.
Love is all about the little things, unique to every relationship.
The way he rubs his eye; the way she wrinkles her nose; the way you both look out for each other when crossing the road.
Love is a cliche, as well as a double-edged sword.
In exchange for love, you lose your independence.
In exchange for trust, you gain dependence.
Love nurtures as people grow.
Love to me is like a box of Godiva pralines - comfort food at its best. :)
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Scents Good To Me
Scents Good To Me
When Esprit first launched their new fragrance line a couple of years back, they came up with this fabulous animated video, centering on a pretty yoga teacher and her friends. The series used to be available at www.scentsgoodtome.com but alas, it seems to have been removed along with their line. Haha.
When Esprit first launched their new fragrance line a couple of years back, they came up with this fabulous animated video, centering on a pretty yoga teacher and her friends. The series used to be available at www.scentsgoodtome.com but alas, it seems to have been removed along with their line. Haha.
Top 5 Scents
- Suntan lotion
- Flower by Kenzo
- Clean laundry
- Rain
- Chlorine (From the swimming pool. I'm not some psycho chemical sniffer.)
I'm into this whole new-age alternative music mood today. If I were to light some scented candles and sit really still amidst the Kitaro track playing in the background, I might just start levitating! Okay, bad joke. I love Kitaro's music. My favourite tracks are Shimmering Horizon and Island of Life. The first song's in the CD which I'm too lazy to pop into my player, and the second in my other computer account, which is infected by a malicious virus. The perils of us new-age types, haha!
My twisted sense of humour is proof of what becomes of a human after too many music videos and sitcoms. I am making a habit of sitting in front of the tv for more than 8 hours in a row.
I've been thinking of redecorating my room. Sod it. Make it bulldozing and rebuilding it. It is full of dust and dirt and nonsense, and I fear if I were to not get rid of it some day in the near future, my room will soon represent what my brain contains.
I've always imagined scraping my computer table and tv set, and to replace the corner with an ethnic rug and jewel-toned cushions. Like a new-age boho corner. Alas, that image will remain in my imagination, until I get myself a laptop (so I can scrape the table). I am an extremely lazy person.
And I cannot deny the fact that such beautiful creations exist only in my mind. I've got hands which practically spell "AHHHHH she sucks at art." :)
Oh yeah. Caught The Pacifier in the morning. I loved it, nonsense and all.
Shit. The nonsense in my room is starting to be reflected in my brain!!
Isn't this such a freak entry? Haha. Time to get some shut-eye.
Monday, April 18, 2005
When Bimbos Do Philosophy
My previous post has somehow failed to bring across the essence of my thoughts. Guess the sleepy brain had something to do with it.
Having spent over 8 hours almost inactive on the school benches with the IG main com, I can almost hear my shoulders and back yell out profanities. (Inactive I might have been, but my imagination sure ain't, haha.) My hunger pangs were unsuitable for rice when I arrived home, but milk bread with milo made for an equally satisfying meal. I love bread. :)
Much to my back's chagrin, I spent an hour after dinner at my piano, practising for tomorrow's lesson. Hah, it's been too long since I've last been this disciplined.
Ah yes. One thing I have failed to mention for about a week is that I have caught Lifehouse's You and Me mtv a dozen times. Jason Wade, you melt my soul. -swoons-
I meant this to be a philosophical entry, but I just can't remember what it was I wanted to bitch about. Lol.
One thing though: Have you guys ever met someone who looked so full of themself all you feel like doing is bite their head off? Hah. The word I'd use is yaya-papaya. Lol!
My previous post has somehow failed to bring across the essence of my thoughts. Guess the sleepy brain had something to do with it.
Having spent over 8 hours almost inactive on the school benches with the IG main com, I can almost hear my shoulders and back yell out profanities. (Inactive I might have been, but my imagination sure ain't, haha.) My hunger pangs were unsuitable for rice when I arrived home, but milk bread with milo made for an equally satisfying meal. I love bread. :)
Much to my back's chagrin, I spent an hour after dinner at my piano, practising for tomorrow's lesson. Hah, it's been too long since I've last been this disciplined.
Ah yes. One thing I have failed to mention for about a week is that I have caught Lifehouse's You and Me mtv a dozen times. Jason Wade, you melt my soul. -swoons-
I meant this to be a philosophical entry, but I just can't remember what it was I wanted to bitch about. Lol.
One thing though: Have you guys ever met someone who looked so full of themself all you feel like doing is bite their head off? Hah. The word I'd use is yaya-papaya. Lol!
My Thoughts Come At Midnight
I'm having hiccup attacks so bad, I fear I may go into seizure anytime. Haha, just kidding. They are really quite bad though, and I'm glad I'm at home. It might get pretty embarrassing if I were in public. People may possibly mistake me as a loony doing a crazy neck-bopping dance. Not sure how many of you would be able to picture what I am trying to describe, but I assure you it will be a pretty funny image. Lol.
It's 30 minutes past midnight, and I don't think my body's gonna be grateful to me for staying up so late to type this entry, considering I have to be up by 7.15 in the morning.
I think I broke my track record today. I watched tv all the way from 1340hrs to 0005hrs. That makes 10 hours and 25 minutes. Watched MTV Spring Break for most part of the afternoon, followed by two movies with Green Bear - Notting Hill and Kate & Leopold. I promptly continued my mtv marathon after the movies, haha.
Here's the moment of reflection that made me want to forgo my sleep to write an entry. (Man, I make myself sound too noble sometimes, haha.)
I made my decision last night. I've been running too far, and I've been holding on to the trump card for way too long.
Of course, choices never come cheap.
Giving up the free-spirited late nights for mellower days, and adjusting back to my previous home-girl lifestyle.
Friend. A word so common, it can be used to describe an acquaintance, as well as your best friend who knows you so well, she could pass off as your long-lost sister.
One thing I've reflected upon and decided is that I unknowingly slip into this whole new persona around certain people. Smiling comes automatically, but somehow not genuinely. I think it'd be what people call socialising.
Well, I don't think I like socialising that much.
Hanging out with my bitch of late made me realise how much I missed being myself, and how much I missed not having to flash uncomfortable smiles. It takes a certain comfortable chemistry to be completely at ease, and I am so darn glad I've got her. Despite the distance, our connection's unbelievable. :)
Another kind of friendship thrives on physical intimacy, you know, the friend you'd go to for a hug, or whose affection you best express through actions.
It is perhaps human nature to be self-delusional, but I think it would be a mistake to think that being totally comfortable to hug a friend equals being comfortable with that person on an emotional level.
I probably haven't done a good job in expressing my views on this matter, so it ain't as bad as I'm making it to be. And of course, my dissection is purely personal, and I am definitely not using the above paragraphs as propaganda.
Dissecting issues the way I do isn't really that healthy , thus I suggest you do not try this at home.
I'm having hiccup attacks so bad, I fear I may go into seizure anytime. Haha, just kidding. They are really quite bad though, and I'm glad I'm at home. It might get pretty embarrassing if I were in public. People may possibly mistake me as a loony doing a crazy neck-bopping dance. Not sure how many of you would be able to picture what I am trying to describe, but I assure you it will be a pretty funny image. Lol.
It's 30 minutes past midnight, and I don't think my body's gonna be grateful to me for staying up so late to type this entry, considering I have to be up by 7.15 in the morning.
I think I broke my track record today. I watched tv all the way from 1340hrs to 0005hrs. That makes 10 hours and 25 minutes. Watched MTV Spring Break for most part of the afternoon, followed by two movies with Green Bear - Notting Hill and Kate & Leopold. I promptly continued my mtv marathon after the movies, haha.
Here's the moment of reflection that made me want to forgo my sleep to write an entry. (Man, I make myself sound too noble sometimes, haha.)
I made my decision last night. I've been running too far, and I've been holding on to the trump card for way too long.
Of course, choices never come cheap.
Giving up the free-spirited late nights for mellower days, and adjusting back to my previous home-girl lifestyle.
Friend. A word so common, it can be used to describe an acquaintance, as well as your best friend who knows you so well, she could pass off as your long-lost sister.
One thing I've reflected upon and decided is that I unknowingly slip into this whole new persona around certain people. Smiling comes automatically, but somehow not genuinely. I think it'd be what people call socialising.
Well, I don't think I like socialising that much.
Hanging out with my bitch of late made me realise how much I missed being myself, and how much I missed not having to flash uncomfortable smiles. It takes a certain comfortable chemistry to be completely at ease, and I am so darn glad I've got her. Despite the distance, our connection's unbelievable. :)
Another kind of friendship thrives on physical intimacy, you know, the friend you'd go to for a hug, or whose affection you best express through actions.
It is perhaps human nature to be self-delusional, but I think it would be a mistake to think that being totally comfortable to hug a friend equals being comfortable with that person on an emotional level.
I probably haven't done a good job in expressing my views on this matter, so it ain't as bad as I'm making it to be. And of course, my dissection is purely personal, and I am definitely not using the above paragraphs as propaganda.
Dissecting issues the way I do isn't really that healthy , thus I suggest you do not try this at home.
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