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A discreet snap of the cinema.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
Fate speaks.
Fate speaks.
Fate spoke to me today, through a taxi uncle.
Perhaps it was to help me make sense of it all.
:)
Fate spoke to me today, through a taxi uncle.
Perhaps it was to help me make sense of it all.
:)
Sunday, October 15, 2006
The world's outside right our door.
The world's right outside our door.
feeling: empty
music: michael buble - home
Yet another Sunday was spent at Vivocity, this time with the main purpose of catching World Trade Centre. Although the movie played on one of the family-love cliches, its subtle undertone gripped the heart and took it on a 129-minute poignant journey. While it warranted only a shed tear or two and not the bawling session Ken and I had anticipated,(we each brought along a pack of tissue), I think each of the audience left the cinema a little shaken.
I'm sure many of you have read If I Knew, the poem in tribute of 9-11. For the uninitiated, here it is.
If I Knew
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
I'd stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would know I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance to say our
"Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
The poem surfaced in my mind each time the scene showed Nicolas Cage and his partner trapped in the rubble. I may not be doing the author of If I Knew justice by saying this, but watching the movie made the poem come alive for me.
Okay, that aside, Ken and I did quite a bit of grocery shopping. Cecilia, I've found you a slice of organic heaven. Pics will be up soon, heh. I can spend forever in Marketplace checking out the Waitrose range. Oh and yes, I finally tasted Godiva Dark Chocolate Decadence Chocolixir. Disappointing really. Not worth the eight bucks I felt, but hey, at least I've satisfied my curiosity. Been there, done that. -does a mental strikeout on to-try list.
feeling: empty
music: michael buble - home
Yet another Sunday was spent at Vivocity, this time with the main purpose of catching World Trade Centre. Although the movie played on one of the family-love cliches, its subtle undertone gripped the heart and took it on a 129-minute poignant journey. While it warranted only a shed tear or two and not the bawling session Ken and I had anticipated,(we each brought along a pack of tissue), I think each of the audience left the cinema a little shaken.
I'm sure many of you have read If I Knew, the poem in tribute of 9-11. For the uninitiated, here it is.
If I Knew
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
I'd stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would know I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance to say our
"Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
The poem surfaced in my mind each time the scene showed Nicolas Cage and his partner trapped in the rubble. I may not be doing the author of If I Knew justice by saying this, but watching the movie made the poem come alive for me.
Okay, that aside, Ken and I did quite a bit of grocery shopping. Cecilia, I've found you a slice of organic heaven. Pics will be up soon, heh. I can spend forever in Marketplace checking out the Waitrose range. Oh and yes, I finally tasted Godiva Dark Chocolate Decadence Chocolixir. Disappointing really. Not worth the eight bucks I felt, but hey, at least I've satisfied my curiosity. Been there, done that. -does a mental strikeout on to-try list.
My body is a temple.
My body is a temple.
feeling: inspired
music: andrea bocelli - besame mucho
I'm sick of being sick. The improvement in my squawking's insignificant, and the cough's preventing me from going on my runs. As much as I miss hitting the roads, I don't wish to end up choking on my phlegm or anything equally tragic.
I've seemingly had a weekend of epicurism. There was last night's churrascaria meal, and then there was today's chocolate tao huay. Will my throat be well in time for Godiva's Chocolixir tomorrow? The chocolate tao huay may sound like an unlikely combination, but it is probably the best fusion dish I've ever tasted to date. Kinda puts all the gourmet pseudo-fancy fusion attempts to shame.
Caught up with my Urban reading earlier, and boy, is Wong Li-Lin one hot mama. Sporting abs just after seven months of her son's birth; I am just about ready to kowtow to the woman. Time to get over the flu and restart the exercise I say. I've really been winging it this week.
This will be yet another short post. I was supposed to be in bed by midnight. Was hoping the cough would be gone in time for my morning run. We'll see.
feeling: inspired
music: andrea bocelli - besame mucho
I'm sick of being sick. The improvement in my squawking's insignificant, and the cough's preventing me from going on my runs. As much as I miss hitting the roads, I don't wish to end up choking on my phlegm or anything equally tragic.
I've seemingly had a weekend of epicurism. There was last night's churrascaria meal, and then there was today's chocolate tao huay. Will my throat be well in time for Godiva's Chocolixir tomorrow? The chocolate tao huay may sound like an unlikely combination, but it is probably the best fusion dish I've ever tasted to date. Kinda puts all the gourmet pseudo-fancy fusion attempts to shame.
Caught up with my Urban reading earlier, and boy, is Wong Li-Lin one hot mama. Sporting abs just after seven months of her son's birth; I am just about ready to kowtow to the woman. Time to get over the flu and restart the exercise I say. I've really been winging it this week.
This will be yet another short post. I was supposed to be in bed by midnight. Was hoping the cough would be gone in time for my morning run. We'll see.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Where carnivores convene.
Where carnivores convene.
feeling: stuffed.
I was joking when I said I was gonna go on a week-long diet in preparation for tonight's Brazilian Churrascaria dinner. Well, it just struck me that I actually did go on one, indirectly that is, what with my week-long flu bug.
Anyway, after hearing SO MUCH about it, I finally tried churrascaria at Brazil on Sixth Avenue. I'd expected it to be a barbaric meat fest, but it really was rather civilised and palatable. Tasty even, in moderation. Following the nanny's "life is short, do what you want" advice, I attacked the meat with gusto, and even knocked back a caipirinha for good measure. Barbequed meat and alcohol. I think I've just bought myself a one-way ticket to the Land of the Voiceless.
This is gonna be a short one. The anal-about-sleep-me has returned. Night world.
feeling: stuffed.
I was joking when I said I was gonna go on a week-long diet in preparation for tonight's Brazilian Churrascaria dinner. Well, it just struck me that I actually did go on one, indirectly that is, what with my week-long flu bug.
Anyway, after hearing SO MUCH about it, I finally tried churrascaria at Brazil on Sixth Avenue. I'd expected it to be a barbaric meat fest, but it really was rather civilised and palatable. Tasty even, in moderation. Following the nanny's "life is short, do what you want" advice, I attacked the meat with gusto, and even knocked back a caipirinha for good measure. Barbequed meat and alcohol. I think I've just bought myself a one-way ticket to the Land of the Voiceless.
This is gonna be a short one. The anal-about-sleep-me has returned. Night world.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Tickles, ducks and ikan bilis.
Tickles, ducks and ikan bilis.
feeling: amused
music: joseph arthur - a smile that explodes
What a morning it has been. I awoke at seven with the naughty intention to snuggle in bed and skip the morning's lecture. It's totally unjustifiable, considering the ample sleep I've had the entire week. I fear I'm starting to fall in love with sleep all over again. And I'm a little anal when that happens - I plan my life around getting at least eight hours of sleep each night. Haha.
Voice conditions for today: drastically bad. While I'd managed to wing it the past couple of days, my voice really does resemble a horse now. Or a duck, as Cheryl suggested, when she said something along the lines of "I can't quite understand what you're half-squawking about." ROFL.
Lecture was hilarious with the aid of Daphne and Auntie Flora's commentary, as well as my usual dose of Tickle online tests.
Flora: -tickles me.
Me: -not much of a reaction
Flora: You not scared of tickles one ah?
Me: Erm, depends la. Sometimes only.
Flora: Oh, haha no wonder you can do Tickle tests.
Hahaha.
And whilst on the shuttle bus back to hall, Cheryl kindly informed me that I remind her of an ikan bili(s) sometimes. What was that all about???
This world is twisted. But I'm kinda enjoying it.
feeling: amused
music: joseph arthur - a smile that explodes
What a morning it has been. I awoke at seven with the naughty intention to snuggle in bed and skip the morning's lecture. It's totally unjustifiable, considering the ample sleep I've had the entire week. I fear I'm starting to fall in love with sleep all over again. And I'm a little anal when that happens - I plan my life around getting at least eight hours of sleep each night. Haha.
Voice conditions for today: drastically bad. While I'd managed to wing it the past couple of days, my voice really does resemble a horse now. Or a duck, as Cheryl suggested, when she said something along the lines of "I can't quite understand what you're half-squawking about." ROFL.
Lecture was hilarious with the aid of Daphne and Auntie Flora's commentary, as well as my usual dose of Tickle online tests.
Flora: -tickles me.
Me: -not much of a reaction
Flora: You not scared of tickles one ah?
Me: Erm, depends la. Sometimes only.
Flora: Oh, haha no wonder you can do Tickle tests.
Hahaha.
And whilst on the shuttle bus back to hall, Cheryl kindly informed me that I remind her of an ikan bili(s) sometimes. What was that all about???
This world is twisted. But I'm kinda enjoying it.
Horses neigh.
Horses neigh.
feeling: lung-tickled.
You know you're on the road to recovery when
1. the sniffles turn into a cough and
2. your voice mutates to resemble that of a farm animal
It's kinda weird, 'cos my voice ain't half bad unless it's morning or past eight in the night.
But I've been blessed with a nurse for a roomie, and part-time nurses for hall buds. I've had my first taste of the famous pi pa gao courtesy of them, and it was extremely heartwarming to see a panadol-note stuck outside my door. I feel really really bad missing sing & strum. It could have been my way of giving back to the hall, or something.
Urghs. De-horsifying starts now. Snooze.
feeling: lung-tickled.
You know you're on the road to recovery when
1. the sniffles turn into a cough and
2. your voice mutates to resemble that of a farm animal
It's kinda weird, 'cos my voice ain't half bad unless it's morning or past eight in the night.
But I've been blessed with a nurse for a roomie, and part-time nurses for hall buds. I've had my first taste of the famous pi pa gao courtesy of them, and it was extremely heartwarming to see a panadol-note stuck outside my door. I feel really really bad missing sing & strum. It could have been my way of giving back to the hall, or something.
Urghs. De-horsifying starts now. Snooze.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Sniffles and snuffles.
The gypsy in you.
feeling: weak
A mixture of vulnerability from falling ill and a sudden rampage of emotions left me quite the wreck yesterday. My evening was a blur of sniffles, tears and wooziness. After weeks of outtalking others with my logic and careful analysis, my heart finally fell captive. Unexpected tears hit me hard when the battle between heart and logic raged.
Ignoring the bond was impossible as we sat there in the quiet room, talking and crying together as the day slipped into night. How easy it is to blindly slip back into routines past and believe that everything will be okay. How tempting it is to feed the heart with blind optimism, and how painful it is to deny its cry. Blind optimism doesn't belong in reality unfortunately, and as much as the heart denies it, the truth is that we have to do this on our own.
As much as I'd like to channel the pain into anger at the gypsy in you; I can't, for perhaps I am starting to find the gypsy in me. And she understands and needs this logical choice as much as you do.
Ambiguity has ceased to exist. Amidst it all comes the realization that we will never ever be the same.
feeling: weak
A mixture of vulnerability from falling ill and a sudden rampage of emotions left me quite the wreck yesterday. My evening was a blur of sniffles, tears and wooziness. After weeks of outtalking others with my logic and careful analysis, my heart finally fell captive. Unexpected tears hit me hard when the battle between heart and logic raged.
Ignoring the bond was impossible as we sat there in the quiet room, talking and crying together as the day slipped into night. How easy it is to blindly slip back into routines past and believe that everything will be okay. How tempting it is to feed the heart with blind optimism, and how painful it is to deny its cry. Blind optimism doesn't belong in reality unfortunately, and as much as the heart denies it, the truth is that we have to do this on our own.
As much as I'd like to channel the pain into anger at the gypsy in you; I can't, for perhaps I am starting to find the gypsy in me. And she understands and needs this logical choice as much as you do.
Ambiguity has ceased to exist. Amidst it all comes the realization that we will never ever be the same.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Sick. Sleep.
Sick. Sleep.
feeling: awful
Sing & Strum dry-run dragged on a lot longer than I'd expected it to. And it was terrible having to sing with this newly developed sore throat of mine. Feeling awful. I pray it ain't the stomach flu virus.
feeling: awful
Sing & Strum dry-run dragged on a lot longer than I'd expected it to. And it was terrible having to sing with this newly developed sore throat of mine. Feeling awful. I pray it ain't the stomach flu virus.
Monday, October 09, 2006
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Vivocity actually hired people to dress up and direct 'traffic' to the shops... dancing traffic police.. LOL.
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Notice the light behind them, and the light behind CH and I in the next picture. This is sunrise, the next's sunset. ROFL.
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Demonstrating the stringiness of the cheese in Ceci's country pie.
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