Catch a falling raindrop.
What are the odds that you'll walk right into a place you'd conjured up in your mind some time ago? The screening room at Cosy Canape was uncannily similar, so despite the strange deja vu, I felt very much at home.
Had a nice long stroll in the drizzle, amidst the Christmas fairy lights. Each drop of rain on my bare shoulders seemed to take a little of the week's tension along with it as it evaporated. It might as well have been snowing, if I imagined hard enough. Caught up in the winter imagery, I stuck my tongue out to catch a falling raindrop.
The smartest thing I probably can do right now is to stop thinking and indulge in some more of Nora Roberts' romantisicm. I intend on getting work done tomorrow.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Friday, December 02, 2005
desert jump
desert jump
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Pure joy. These 3 pictures were taken off Fagan's photo-cd. They made me smile at 1.30 in the morning. :)
cruise - i got kissed
cruise - i got kissed
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Aboard the dhow cruise. I was given a smackeroo by Karin!
postcruisejump
postcruisejump
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What did I learn? I can't jump for pictures for nuts.
When a French man speaks Spanish.
Espanol.
Two posts in a night. I really am energetic. It's 1am and I am not a tad tired. Spent the past hour searching for new cookie recipes to try out. Seeing that there won't be classestomorrow today, here's my plan for the better part of my Friday.
Two posts in a night. I really am energetic. It's 1am and I am not a tad tired. Spent the past hour searching for new cookie recipes to try out. Seeing that there won't be classes
- Brekkie at Whatever with my aunt
- Grocery shopping
- Try out cookie recipes
- Watch Amelie (I'm hoping to be inspired by the French)
- Figure my project out
Sounds like a plan Leigh. Off to cuddle up with my Nora Roberts' novel. :)
Thursday, December 01, 2005
A push in the right direction. Maybe a shove.
A push in the right direction. Maybe a shove.
Feeling: Uninspired
Spinning: Bounce OST
I'm glad I chucked my work aside for frog porridge dinner/supper last night with Mr. Cat. It felt good to be away from it all, even if it was only for that few hours. Despite wanting to start things on a good note following yesterday's near-disastrous consultation, this morning's meeting drained me, and Dawn too I believe. I hate the way I'm moping right now.
The "crashing down from heaven to hell" effects from Tuesday's phonecall have worn off but a whole new set of challenges lies in its wake. I feel like we've got everything, yet at the same time nothing, and all is just one huge tangled blob I don't have the energy to tackle yet.
Bailed from my initial plan to read through my lecture notes before French tutorial for a quickie at the gym. The energy boost was short-lived though. Today's lesson was a killer for most of the class, and to think they attended the lecture that I missed whilst in Dubai.
We had some laughs though, like when Jerome attempted teaching us the Happy Birthday song in French. I suddenly felt like I was watching a French film about an untalented student in the choir, with my tutor playing the lead of course. ROFL.
Paid an aimless visit to the library post-French. Running my fingers through the endless rows of books, spotting familiar titles and refreshing new ones, did something to ground my scattered thoughts. I left with a Nora Roberts paperback and a book on French food tales. It was in the former that I seeked solace in on my hour-long journey home.
It's been awhile since I'd indulged in one of Roberts' predictable but nonetheless heartstrings-tugging stories. The "bookful" of cliches I expect each time I begin her novels almost always metamorphasizes into a treasure trove of romantic gems. This one was no exception. I expect I'll be sucked into the town of Antietam, into the world of the McKade brothers in no time, to the point of no return till I reach the end of the novel.
The nap I took this evening has sure left me energetic. I vaguely remember lounging on my bed with a magazine, telling Ceci about wanting a Bali getaway. Before I knew it, it was 8 in the night. 1.5 hours worth of nap-time. Quite a feat Leigh. :)
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The Christmas month officially started today, and I'm totally feeling it. It doesn't quite matter that a pile of unfinished work is waiting to overwhelm - my Christmas cheer ain't dampening. I can't wait to start hunting down the perfect presents and baking/cooking up a storm. Since we're at the topic, let me share my 2 cents' worth on Christmas.
1 Christmas present you will never receive from me - Soft toys (unless you're my 4-year old cousin).
1 Christmas present people may deem thoughtless but I may give nonetheless - Chocolates. Nothing like the season for giving to share my ultimate love, no?
1 Christmas tradition I have kept the past 3 years - Baking cookies. I'm no Mrs. Fields wannabe, but remember, my cookies are baked with LURVE.
1 mistake I make every Christmas - Over-buying and under-sending Christmas cards.
1 thing I like most about Christmas presents - Wrapping them.
1 favourite memory from past Christmas-es - 2001: Poring over The Body Shop Christmas Gift Guide while simultaneously yakking away to my bitch over the phone in the wee hours of the morning. Goodness, has it been 4 years already?
1 dish I have yet to have at a Christmas meal: Turkey. So much for embracing Christmas, haha.
1 Christmas dish I have yet to try: Christmas pudding.
Enough. I feel compelled to go grab myself a turkey and pudding right this moment.
Feeling: Uninspired
Spinning: Bounce OST
I'm glad I chucked my work aside for frog porridge dinner/supper last night with Mr. Cat. It felt good to be away from it all, even if it was only for that few hours. Despite wanting to start things on a good note following yesterday's near-disastrous consultation, this morning's meeting drained me, and Dawn too I believe. I hate the way I'm moping right now.
The "crashing down from heaven to hell" effects from Tuesday's phonecall have worn off but a whole new set of challenges lies in its wake. I feel like we've got everything, yet at the same time nothing, and all is just one huge tangled blob I don't have the energy to tackle yet.
Bailed from my initial plan to read through my lecture notes before French tutorial for a quickie at the gym. The energy boost was short-lived though. Today's lesson was a killer for most of the class, and to think they attended the lecture that I missed whilst in Dubai.
We had some laughs though, like when Jerome attempted teaching us the Happy Birthday song in French. I suddenly felt like I was watching a French film about an untalented student in the choir, with my tutor playing the lead of course. ROFL.
Paid an aimless visit to the library post-French. Running my fingers through the endless rows of books, spotting familiar titles and refreshing new ones, did something to ground my scattered thoughts. I left with a Nora Roberts paperback and a book on French food tales. It was in the former that I seeked solace in on my hour-long journey home.
It's been awhile since I'd indulged in one of Roberts' predictable but nonetheless heartstrings-tugging stories. The "bookful" of cliches I expect each time I begin her novels almost always metamorphasizes into a treasure trove of romantic gems. This one was no exception. I expect I'll be sucked into the town of Antietam, into the world of the McKade brothers in no time, to the point of no return till I reach the end of the novel.
The nap I took this evening has sure left me energetic. I vaguely remember lounging on my bed with a magazine, telling Ceci about wanting a Bali getaway. Before I knew it, it was 8 in the night. 1.5 hours worth of nap-time. Quite a feat Leigh. :)
--
The Christmas month officially started today, and I'm totally feeling it. It doesn't quite matter that a pile of unfinished work is waiting to overwhelm - my Christmas cheer ain't dampening. I can't wait to start hunting down the perfect presents and baking/cooking up a storm. Since we're at the topic, let me share my 2 cents' worth on Christmas.
1 Christmas present you will never receive from me - Soft toys (unless you're my 4-year old cousin).
1 Christmas present people may deem thoughtless but I may give nonetheless - Chocolates. Nothing like the season for giving to share my ultimate love, no?
1 Christmas tradition I have kept the past 3 years - Baking cookies. I'm no Mrs. Fields wannabe, but remember, my cookies are baked with LURVE.
1 mistake I make every Christmas - Over-buying and under-sending Christmas cards.
1 thing I like most about Christmas presents - Wrapping them.
1 favourite memory from past Christmas-es - 2001: Poring over The Body Shop Christmas Gift Guide while simultaneously yakking away to my bitch over the phone in the wee hours of the morning. Goodness, has it been 4 years already?
1 dish I have yet to have at a Christmas meal: Turkey. So much for embracing Christmas, haha.
1 Christmas dish I have yet to try: Christmas pudding.
Enough. I feel compelled to go grab myself a turkey and pudding right this moment.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
No longer wishing I were somewhere else.
No longer wishing I were somewhere else.
feeling: feminine. demoralised.
spinning: norah jones - sunrise
It's funny how one phone call can turn your life around, in my case for the worse. This is what I term the butterfly effect. What the caller said cast a dark cloud on my otherwise rather sunny day, and right at that moment, I needed comfort.
Now, comfort is a funny thing, at least to me. I personally hate unnecessary dependence, and it pisses the shit out of me when people whine and say, "do for me la.." when it involves something as simple as returning a used mug for example. I am thus extremely selective when it comes to sharing woes, for the last thing I wanna do is to go around proclaiming the cause of my unhappiness to the universe.
Other than a hug, I can't see what sort of comfort others can give that I can't give myself. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." I can definitely tell it to my reflection in the mirror, and I can repeat it till I knot my tongue. It is why at the very moment when the weight of the world seemed to rest entirely on my shoulders, I wished someone would just pull me in for a hug.
It doesn't help that I think the caller is an overly-drama. I'm getting just that tad angry and defensive. I can't wait for 4.15pm to come tomorrow. Let's just get it over and done with and move on. Hate hanging by the moment like this.
---
You know it's time for a wardrobe overhaul when one in every three friends comments, "wah, short skirt today!"
feeling: feminine. demoralised.
spinning: norah jones - sunrise
It's funny how one phone call can turn your life around, in my case for the worse. This is what I term the butterfly effect. What the caller said cast a dark cloud on my otherwise rather sunny day, and right at that moment, I needed comfort.
Now, comfort is a funny thing, at least to me. I personally hate unnecessary dependence, and it pisses the shit out of me when people whine and say, "do for me la.." when it involves something as simple as returning a used mug for example. I am thus extremely selective when it comes to sharing woes, for the last thing I wanna do is to go around proclaiming the cause of my unhappiness to the universe.
Other than a hug, I can't see what sort of comfort others can give that I can't give myself. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." I can definitely tell it to my reflection in the mirror, and I can repeat it till I knot my tongue. It is why at the very moment when the weight of the world seemed to rest entirely on my shoulders, I wished someone would just pull me in for a hug.
It doesn't help that I think the caller is an overly-drama. I'm getting just that tad angry and defensive. I can't wait for 4.15pm to come tomorrow. Let's just get it over and done with and move on. Hate hanging by the moment like this.
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You know it's time for a wardrobe overhaul when one in every three friends comments, "wah, short skirt today!"
airport
airport
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Checking in at Changi Airport, all set to jet off to Dubai!
airport5
airport5
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The things we do to keep ourselves awake... We're pointing at "Gate 34".
room2
room2
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No prizes for guessing which bed is mine.
Hint: I am not the neatest of people...
viewfromroom3
viewfromroom3
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Our home away from home, at least for the next 3 nights.
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