the way i am
i will live my life, as a lobsterman's wife.
in the wee small hours of the morning
i woke up today, and the air was cold. there was a nice cool breeze blowing through my living room. the sun looked strong, and i made iced milo for breakfast. all morning i felt a sense of nostalgia- as if it was the december holidays and my mum was going to bring me to some cool place today, probably tangs to see the christmas decorations or the science centre.
i let that feeling of nostalgia linger on for a little longer, before it disappears and i have to start my revision for the day.
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Thursday, October 29, 2009
i woke up today, and the air was cold. there was a nice cool breeze blowing through my living room. the sun looked strong, and i made iced milo for breakfast. all morning i felt a sense of nostalgia- as if it was the december holidays and my mum was going to bring me to some cool place today, probably tangs to see the christmas decorations or the science centre.
i let that feeling of nostalgia linger on for a little longer, before it disappears and i have to start my revision for the day.
Labels: musings
4 Commentsbert and ernie
during my euphoria at showing everybody my disney crocs i tried to tell janice about the wonders of seasame street (and the lack thereof - they arent showing on okto anymore!!), and then i tried to sing her this song but she wouldnt stop staring at me (those cursed big eyes) and she made me feel funny so i stopped short of finishing the song.
besides now that theres a new baby in the family im quite excited to play aunty;)
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Monday, October 26, 2009
during my euphoria at showing everybody my disney crocs i tried to tell janice about the wonders of seasame street (and the lack thereof - they arent showing on okto anymore!!), and then i tried to sing her this song but she wouldnt stop staring at me (those cursed big eyes) and she made me feel funny so i stopped short of finishing the song.
besides now that theres a new baby in the family im quite excited to play aunty;)
Labels: tv shows
0 Commentsi succumbed to crocs.
so the metro sale did me in. but i had finally succumbed to The Crocs, previously known as ThoseAwfullyLargeAndUglyPlasticSandalsThatEveryoneHas. i still remember when Quan Yifeng first wore it on TV and i couldnt believe that Mediacorp actually let her. needless to say i never understood my sister's fascination with them either. she must have, like, five pairs.
But hey, at least this one is mickey, and because its a kids version (Size 3, one size smaller than the biggest kids size!), the shoe doesnt have a big head. i wore it to breakfast this morning and i must say i was rather pleased with it. like a big kid who just bought a new thing! mickey mouse!
Long Live Disney.
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Saturday, October 17, 2009
so the metro sale did me in. but i had finally succumbed to The Crocs, previously known as ThoseAwfullyLargeAndUglyPlasticSandalsThatEveryoneHas. i still remember when Quan Yifeng first wore it on TV and i couldnt believe that Mediacorp actually let her. needless to say i never understood my sister's fascination with them either. she must have, like, five pairs.
But hey, at least this one is mickey, and because its a kids version (Size 3, one size smaller than the biggest kids size!), the shoe doesnt have a big head. i wore it to breakfast this morning and i must say i was rather pleased with it. like a big kid who just bought a new thing! mickey mouse!
Long Live Disney.
Labels: Little things in LIfe
4 Commentslets take a better look, beyond our story book
yesterday my mum dragged me to go watch 'City of Life and Death', the film on the Nanjing Massacre. i tried to pull her to 'Julie and Julia'; i didnt want to watch something so depressing on a sunday morning. but as always, my mum's puppy eyes won.
i loved history back in TKGS because we got to study world wars and ive always thought them fascinating. not the torture techniques, i understand they're, in a way, inevitable and part of the war; but the whole idea of wars. invading a country and taking it by force, and claiming it as yours from then on.
but since 'The Pianist' ive kinda stopped watching war movies. i cant remember a war movie ive watched after that; been putting off 'Schindler's List' for the longest time now. it was as if 'The Pianist' has satisfied my then seeming insatiable appetite for war stories. that plus me imagining Japanese pulling off my fingernails.
The Nanjing Massacre was a horrifying account as far as the Chinese were concerned. Perhaps much so for the Japanese; i wondered if their conscience pricked at them when they raped those women and mass murdered those chinese soldiers. just a tinge?
halfway through the movie i wished for the movie to end. i kept wishing that it would end in the next frame, that Chuan Lu would decide that it was enough.
when the movie ended no one left the theatre for a long time. then they started showing the names of the characters, with their life years. it was then everyone realised that the characters in the show were real people, not simply the imagination of the playwright based on research. these were the stories of real people.
but what was comforting was that one little boy, who cheated death twice, survived to tell the tale.
"Death is easier than life." said the japanese soldier.
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Monday, October 12, 2009
yesterday my mum dragged me to go watch 'City of Life and Death', the film on the Nanjing Massacre. i tried to pull her to 'Julie and Julia'; i didnt want to watch something so depressing on a sunday morning. but as always, my mum's puppy eyes won.
i loved history back in TKGS because we got to study world wars and ive always thought them fascinating. not the torture techniques, i understand they're, in a way, inevitable and part of the war; but the whole idea of wars. invading a country and taking it by force, and claiming it as yours from then on.
but since 'The Pianist' ive kinda stopped watching war movies. i cant remember a war movie ive watched after that; been putting off 'Schindler's List' for the longest time now. it was as if 'The Pianist' has satisfied my then seeming insatiable appetite for war stories. that plus me imagining Japanese pulling off my fingernails.
The Nanjing Massacre was a horrifying account as far as the Chinese were concerned. Perhaps much so for the Japanese; i wondered if their conscience pricked at them when they raped those women and mass murdered those chinese soldiers. just a tinge?
halfway through the movie i wished for the movie to end. i kept wishing that it would end in the next frame, that Chuan Lu would decide that it was enough.
when the movie ended no one left the theatre for a long time. then they started showing the names of the characters, with their life years. it was then everyone realised that the characters in the show were real people, not simply the imagination of the playwright based on research. these were the stories of real people.
but what was comforting was that one little boy, who cheated death twice, survived to tell the tale.
"Death is easier than life." said the japanese soldier.
Labels: movies
0 Commentsflashdance..what a feeling
today marks the end of my no-scratches-or-nearaccidents streak. i lightly bumped (lightly) a lorry in its rear, and some of its silver paint came off on my spoiler thing. the lorry uncle was nice enough to say 'my lorry nevermind its your car thats got abit' and i was only too anxious to say its alright.
and today janice and i detoured to jurong before finding the pie exit to get home. from clementi campus. thats how eros and anastacia do it baby!
i love jimny;) (and so does my dad) 3 Comments
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Monday, October 05, 2009
today marks the end of my no-scratches-or-nearaccidents streak. i lightly bumped (lightly) a lorry in its rear, and some of its silver paint came off on my spoiler thing. the lorry uncle was nice enough to say 'my lorry nevermind its your car thats got abit' and i was only too anxious to say its alright.
and today janice and i detoured to jurong before finding the pie exit to get home. from clementi campus. thats how eros and anastacia do it baby!
i love jimny;) (and so does my dad) 3 Comments
"even if it means id have to face the queen"
winning tickets to Zee Avi must be the best thing that has happened to me since a long time, and i was absolutely thrilled to hear her sing, and as usual, they all sound better live than their cds. she kept making us do sing-alongs, something i must say singaopreans are rather good at. sadly i only know the lyrics to kantoi, ha.
somehow i didnt have to queue with other minions on the long queue and was ushered onto the VIP queue. ive never felt more privileged to be in the same queue (and ahead! cos i was first:D) with those socialites.
i have to say, she does have the cutest little brother.
im definitely going to frequent timbre more;) shirlyn and the unexpected is up on my to-do lists!
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Sunday, September 13, 2009
winning tickets to Zee Avi must be the best thing that has happened to me since a long time, and i was absolutely thrilled to hear her sing, and as usual, they all sound better live than their cds. she kept making us do sing-alongs, something i must say singaopreans are rather good at. sadly i only know the lyrics to kantoi, ha.
somehow i didnt have to queue with other minions on the long queue and was ushered onto the VIP queue. ive never felt more privileged to be in the same queue (and ahead! cos i was first:D) with those socialites.
i have to say, she does have the cutest little brother.
im definitely going to frequent timbre more;) shirlyn and the unexpected is up on my to-do lists!
Labels: music
3 Commentsa beautiful mess
(it was on my itunes shuffle)
The Night of the Rebellion, we girls met at Royals Cafe and pondered (among many other things like if singapore is a one party state or one party dominant state) upon a perplexing question: we are all so hot and desirable(statement), so why is it that no guys are chasing us/chased us(question)?
we carefully reviewed each of the boys from our class and affirmed that none of them made any moves; gave flowers; or tiffany necklaces (hee).
That we put forth to our Aunt Agony hailed from Figaro Gardens. and to each of us he gave his insights (so matter of fact but i guess that helps) and told us how to remedy our, shall i say, uniqueness.
the hot babe: you look too high class (eug: huh what kind!)
yours truly: you look too dao
the cool one: you dont hang out enough with malays! (but surely under the block counts..)
the one perfectly happy the way she is: you.. just dont care right?
and why should we?
and i shall stop here in short of lapsing into what adibah calls my self proclaimed prophecy.
in short, boys are stupid, throw rocks at them. in long, i am working towards a bachelorette pad.
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Thursday, September 10, 2009
(it was on my itunes shuffle)
The Night of the Rebellion, we girls met at Royals Cafe and pondered (among many other things like if singapore is a one party state or one party dominant state) upon a perplexing question: we are all so hot and desirable(statement), so why is it that no guys are chasing us/chased us(question)?
we carefully reviewed each of the boys from our class and affirmed that none of them made any moves; gave flowers; or tiffany necklaces (hee).
That we put forth to our Aunt Agony hailed from Figaro Gardens. and to each of us he gave his insights (so matter of fact but i guess that helps) and told us how to remedy our, shall i say, uniqueness.
the hot babe: you look too high class (eug: huh what kind!)
yours truly: you look too dao
the cool one: you dont hang out enough with malays! (but surely under the block counts..)
the one perfectly happy the way she is: you.. just dont care right?
and why should we?
and i shall stop here in short of lapsing into what adibah calls my self proclaimed prophecy.
in short, boys are stupid, throw rocks at them. in long, i am working towards a bachelorette pad.
Labels: funny stuff
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