I wanted to say that it has been a long time since I came up here... but that needs no telling since it is an open secret. Heh
Being here in Singapore makes me miss Melbourne. Despite knowing that I am the solitary type of person, I have come to realise that I love the isolation to. Still I cannot discount the good company that I have been with these past few weeks.
One event I have been at was a chalet organised by the ex-office peeps at East Coast about a week ago. =) I can barely remember the people I used to work with, not because they are horrid monsters but because I have yet to meet some of them in a long long time. We had a great BBQ all thanks to the tireless head chef who fearlessly braved the flames for our nicely done chicken wings hehe. Ohhh I loved the marshmellows too, that I BBQed myself... too paiseh to make other people do that for me heh. Easy stuff do myself, cheem stuff let km do.
OHHH then we had this vulgar pictionary session. -laugh madly- Which got tamed by 2 innocent little kids presence. But as soon as the above said kids was gone, the taboo session got wild again. I still cannot forget the hand gesture G used to depict the word Cab. What was even funnier was AK face! All these dirty minded peeps! Hah!
On the second night, we relived the feast by going to the nearby food center and ordering all the great stuff that they were hawking. =) And we tried to compensate for all the feasting by cycling, but we did not make it far to burn any significant amount of calories in lieu of the 'durian husks' that replaced the bike seats.
I still smile at the nice memory of biking down a dark lane. I absolutely love the feeling of wooshing down a dark path at high speed in the middle of the night, with no one around and no sound/music polluting the air. The stars were gorgeous too...
On the way to the sailing club, I kept thinking that the very last time that I ever saw that area of Singapore was from the plane, when I was returning from Melbourne, and that it looked so gorgeously different from the sky. And from the ground, it still had its own charm.
Emo me has to realise something on nights as gorgeous as that. Well, it gets kind of predictable since the issue with D has been escalading for some 10 months now. Time to kind of reach a conclusion and to stick with it. At least there is a certain direction to go toward. -smile wanely-
Monday, December 29, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Way Past Overdue... So Fine Me
Way past overdue was pictures from the Brisbane trip at the end of November. Hehe... I couldn't put up too many pictures, so I chose 4 that I liked the most...
In no order of preference....
This was a picture taken... tadaa... on the plane. (duh!) I loved it for its stark contrast against the gloomy weather of Melbourne. It was nice to see sunshine for once, even though it was only seeing and not feeling it yet.
I have always loved photos taken from the small little window of the airplane. Seeing all the little people outside reminds me that I am only a tiny little brushstroke in this huge painting. Reminds me that I am not the painter, only the paintee.
Hah. The look on Ian's face... Heh. Apologies for the bad photography cause I wasn't really tall enough to take the picture from a higher point of view so that you can actually tell that it is no ordinary fedora he was wearing. That was actually the sorting hat!!! Yups from Harry Potter. We went to Movie World and there was actually a Harry Potter Shop!!! Jealous yet? You minions!
Back to the topic of the all important sorting, it was determined from his calculations that he is from Hufflepuff and that I am from Slytherine... So just to remind all u ignorant people who were not physically there at our sorting. I do have some evil blood in me. Although I am quite sure that it would not come as a surprise to most of you.
Another Movie World Picture. That is me squashed into a small little tweety bird cage. This is the first ride that we both ever took at the place and it was one of those small little kiddy rides. It was embarrassing and hilarious twirling around in the tiny little things and being part of some kid's childhood video tape. See that family of 3 in the background. I swear they were snickering at us throughout the full 5 minutes of twirling action but nobody cares! Cause we are on vacation and we don't have a care in the world!!!
We took many other kiddy rides, like the kids roller coaster. That was scary. I swear that we were pale after that short jostle in the tiny cars. But the best ride, and I mean best in terms of shock factor and fun factor had to be the Scooby Doo ride.
Bear with me while I babble on... and on...
Both Ian and I were a little pale (as said) and we wanted something safe and silly. And tadaa... the Scooby Doo Haunted House was just there. I mean we honestly thought that it was a kiddy walk through ghost house that will have skeletons jumping out of obscure places and giggly droopy masks at every junction. But NOOOO.... it was a hoax. I tell you... a HOAX.
You get into cars on tracks and get taken on a short ride. It was funny and I was screaming at every turn because it was fun to scream. And every time the car slowed down, that dog will appear and intoned in a low and sinister voice, 'Hehhee... Scooby Doo.... Where are you???' Or something like that. I cannot really remember anymore, I have the brain of a bird.
My bird brain is of no interest. The interesting part was.... the car or carriage came to a sudden stop and started to rise like 3 floor levels. Wow.. we didn't know that that would happen... I mean I didn't even know that it was possible. And while we sat in the car and in the dark, I begin to even think that there was some malfunction going on because we were stuck there for what feels like eternity.
And then WHOOSH. the car went over backwards like a roller coaster... my heart misplaced its' rhythm. And then another whooshing event and I misplaced my heart, the organ. Then I looked down and to my horror... All I could make out in the disco-ish darkness was S-shape tracks.
Not one S shape... nor two... it was like so many Ss that it was just one long squiggly pen mark some errant teenage kid left behind at the pen testing counter.
Then as you can imagine, me the wuss and my dearest companion, the accomplice wuss screamed at every curve of the Ss as the car raced at full speed. And to this day, I swear, if condom were invented to contain screams, we both can single-handedly put Durex in business for at least 5 years in that 5 minutes of screaming.
Writing about it might give me sleepless nights. I better end off with something nice.
The last and 4th picture for tonight.
In no order of preference....
This was a picture taken... tadaa... on the plane. (duh!) I loved it for its stark contrast against the gloomy weather of Melbourne. It was nice to see sunshine for once, even though it was only seeing and not feeling it yet.
I have always loved photos taken from the small little window of the airplane. Seeing all the little people outside reminds me that I am only a tiny little brushstroke in this huge painting. Reminds me that I am not the painter, only the paintee.
Hah. The look on Ian's face... Heh. Apologies for the bad photography cause I wasn't really tall enough to take the picture from a higher point of view so that you can actually tell that it is no ordinary fedora he was wearing. That was actually the sorting hat!!! Yups from Harry Potter. We went to Movie World and there was actually a Harry Potter Shop!!! Jealous yet? You minions!
Back to the topic of the all important sorting, it was determined from his calculations that he is from Hufflepuff and that I am from Slytherine... So just to remind all u ignorant people who were not physically there at our sorting. I do have some evil blood in me. Although I am quite sure that it would not come as a surprise to most of you.
Another Movie World Picture. That is me squashed into a small little tweety bird cage. This is the first ride that we both ever took at the place and it was one of those small little kiddy rides. It was embarrassing and hilarious twirling around in the tiny little things and being part of some kid's childhood video tape. See that family of 3 in the background. I swear they were snickering at us throughout the full 5 minutes of twirling action but nobody cares! Cause we are on vacation and we don't have a care in the world!!!We took many other kiddy rides, like the kids roller coaster. That was scary. I swear that we were pale after that short jostle in the tiny cars. But the best ride, and I mean best in terms of shock factor and fun factor had to be the Scooby Doo ride.
Bear with me while I babble on... and on...
Both Ian and I were a little pale (as said) and we wanted something safe and silly. And tadaa... the Scooby Doo Haunted House was just there. I mean we honestly thought that it was a kiddy walk through ghost house that will have skeletons jumping out of obscure places and giggly droopy masks at every junction. But NOOOO.... it was a hoax. I tell you... a HOAX.
You get into cars on tracks and get taken on a short ride. It was funny and I was screaming at every turn because it was fun to scream. And every time the car slowed down, that dog will appear and intoned in a low and sinister voice, 'Hehhee... Scooby Doo.... Where are you???' Or something like that. I cannot really remember anymore, I have the brain of a bird.
My bird brain is of no interest. The interesting part was.... the car or carriage came to a sudden stop and started to rise like 3 floor levels. Wow.. we didn't know that that would happen... I mean I didn't even know that it was possible. And while we sat in the car and in the dark, I begin to even think that there was some malfunction going on because we were stuck there for what feels like eternity.
And then WHOOSH. the car went over backwards like a roller coaster... my heart misplaced its' rhythm. And then another whooshing event and I misplaced my heart, the organ. Then I looked down and to my horror... All I could make out in the disco-ish darkness was S-shape tracks.
Not one S shape... nor two... it was like so many Ss that it was just one long squiggly pen mark some errant teenage kid left behind at the pen testing counter.
Then as you can imagine, me the wuss and my dearest companion, the accomplice wuss screamed at every curve of the Ss as the car raced at full speed. And to this day, I swear, if condom were invented to contain screams, we both can single-handedly put Durex in business for at least 5 years in that 5 minutes of screaming.
Writing about it might give me sleepless nights. I better end off with something nice.
The last and 4th picture for tonight.
We stayed at the Conrad and while we were there 4 dude and dudettes from the UK had a show. Abbamania in case you couldn't see from the picture. It was a great show that we caught at the Conrad Jupiters. They sang and danced to Abba hits. And although they missed some of the key songs that I really wanted to hear, I have to admit I enjoyed it.
The atmosphere was crazy! And it had people standing and dancing for a large chunk of the performance. Us included.
Too bad no one will ever see me move in that spastic retro way again. It was a one night only kind of thing.
Aww... talking about Brisbane makes me want to be there again. At least I don't feel so warm and sticky.
All. The. Time.
Grr... the heat!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Finally...
I finally found the time and what is left of my mental energy to begin writing something serious. And possibly honest. I have no foresight, even to predict the nonsensical turnout of this post.
If there is something serious and honest I should write about, it would be about the weather. It has been my pet peeve and main bug since I got off that plane. Oh the heat! I feel like I am constantly covered in a layer of those balmy greasy things that you apply on a fresh bruise. And no amount of washing and showering can help me.
I feel cheated to a certain extent. Someone... I honestly cannot remember who... told me that I would feel better in about a week. But the imaginary deadline has come and gone and I am still left here feeling well oiled and greased at every and any time of the day. Perhaps in another week?
Patience is key.
On another note, most of my days since being back was spent in boxes. Digging up packed boxes to search for another article that I can still fit into and is suitable for my homeostatic state is no mean feat. Today while attempting to find some collared shirts I found a stack of no fewer then 15 journals. So, a few hours of today was spent wasted wisely on reading the journalled details of 5 years of my life. So much tears shed for so little reason and yet I realised that I will shed them all again willingly. And such is the extent of my bleeding heart.
In addition to the many evacuation of half buried boxes, another few years of my life is entering storage. Permanently. And I am training my mind to ignore the advancing deadlines while dragging my leaden feet to keep time. There is a certain recognition that I cannot ignore anymore the pressing issue of the culmulative moments.
Lobo once said, 'Goodbye is just another word'. And it better be all that it is...
If there is something serious and honest I should write about, it would be about the weather. It has been my pet peeve and main bug since I got off that plane. Oh the heat! I feel like I am constantly covered in a layer of those balmy greasy things that you apply on a fresh bruise. And no amount of washing and showering can help me.
I feel cheated to a certain extent. Someone... I honestly cannot remember who... told me that I would feel better in about a week. But the imaginary deadline has come and gone and I am still left here feeling well oiled and greased at every and any time of the day. Perhaps in another week?
Patience is key.
On another note, most of my days since being back was spent in boxes. Digging up packed boxes to search for another article that I can still fit into and is suitable for my homeostatic state is no mean feat. Today while attempting to find some collared shirts I found a stack of no fewer then 15 journals. So, a few hours of today was spent wasted wisely on reading the journalled details of 5 years of my life. So much tears shed for so little reason and yet I realised that I will shed them all again willingly. And such is the extent of my bleeding heart.
In addition to the many evacuation of half buried boxes, another few years of my life is entering storage. Permanently. And I am training my mind to ignore the advancing deadlines while dragging my leaden feet to keep time. There is a certain recognition that I cannot ignore anymore the pressing issue of the culmulative moments.
Lobo once said, 'Goodbye is just another word'. And it better be all that it is...
Monday, December 15, 2008
Wanderlust
There have been so many questions about the trips that I have been on that I cannot even begin to tell you about them...
Maybe someday when I am more calm in spirit and mind. Maybe someday when I am using my own computer with its own little quirks that I am accustommed to. Maybe one day when I want to actually tell you about them. Heh. In the meantime, be content with my unexplained absences.
In the midst of everything, the honours project have been finalised. Thats a huge load off my mind. =) I am glad in a way that I have managed to make a decision without tearing my hair to bits. All I have to do now is to live with my decision amiacably for the next year and I am free!
Back to catching up with old friends. Its nice to see familiar faces again.
Maybe someday when I am more calm in spirit and mind. Maybe someday when I am using my own computer with its own little quirks that I am accustommed to. Maybe one day when I want to actually tell you about them. Heh. In the meantime, be content with my unexplained absences.
In the midst of everything, the honours project have been finalised. Thats a huge load off my mind. =) I am glad in a way that I have managed to make a decision without tearing my hair to bits. All I have to do now is to live with my decision amiacably for the next year and I am free!
Back to catching up with old friends. Its nice to see familiar faces again.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Weeding out the Food
Even before I was back in Singapore, I have already made up a list of the foods that I want to eat. Since my mother laid eye on that list, she has been one eager foodie, helping me to cross out many of the items on that food list.
It should surprise no one that my food list contains local asian delights. Not that I have had enough of muffins and cakes and what-nots, its just that I am not a fan of food like pasta. And no matter how moist, every cake/muffin will always taste dry to me. Boy am I glad to be back here in the land of self-declared good food.
It should also surprise no one that I actually have a food list. When lunch is delayed due to some silly interference like undecided venue, dining companions can always have the privilege of observing the gradual darkening of my face followed by instant recovery upon feeding. And if you want to have a glimpse of my 'happy' face, just give me good food and I will give you an idea of what eternal bliss looks like.
Food makes me happy. But a certain amount of control needs to be applied on my part. I wish I have one of those amazing metabolism. Grrr.
Calories Consumed
Prata
Ba Chor Mee
Hokkien Mee
Carrot Cake
Or Luat
Satay
Chicken Rice
Steamboat
It should surprise no one that my food list contains local asian delights. Not that I have had enough of muffins and cakes and what-nots, its just that I am not a fan of food like pasta. And no matter how moist, every cake/muffin will always taste dry to me. Boy am I glad to be back here in the land of self-declared good food.
It should also surprise no one that I actually have a food list. When lunch is delayed due to some silly interference like undecided venue, dining companions can always have the privilege of observing the gradual darkening of my face followed by instant recovery upon feeding. And if you want to have a glimpse of my 'happy' face, just give me good food and I will give you an idea of what eternal bliss looks like.
Food makes me happy. But a certain amount of control needs to be applied on my part. I wish I have one of those amazing metabolism. Grrr.
Calories Consumed
Prata
Ba Chor Mee
Hokkien Mee
Carrot Cake
Or Luat
Satay
Chicken Rice
Steamboat
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Home Sweet Home
Its great to be home. =) A certain sort of peace in knowing that you are back at the place you started from.
The heat has been stifling. Coupled with my nonsensical sisters' random mumblings, it attains a new level of intricacy that it resembles some higher form of therapy. Her favourite phrase these past few days have been 'seventy four' in this Spongebob Squarepants accent. All credit goes to Nickelodeon.
I have yet to truly enjoy myself in any way. Since touching down, it has been a whirlwind of doing what others want. But it is great sleeping for more than 7 hours every night and not having the stressful thought of packing at the very back of my mind. As I was saying during yesterday's lunch, it is nice to eat a meal without having to cook or plan for it.
I think I will enjoy my time here back in Singapore. Much more than I expected. And by the time I am done here I think I will be itching to return to Melbourne. And in my sisters' words, ' I will be ready to kick you out of my room in 3 months'.
I feel loved already...
The heat has been stifling. Coupled with my nonsensical sisters' random mumblings, it attains a new level of intricacy that it resembles some higher form of therapy. Her favourite phrase these past few days have been 'seventy four' in this Spongebob Squarepants accent. All credit goes to Nickelodeon.
I have yet to truly enjoy myself in any way. Since touching down, it has been a whirlwind of doing what others want. But it is great sleeping for more than 7 hours every night and not having the stressful thought of packing at the very back of my mind. As I was saying during yesterday's lunch, it is nice to eat a meal without having to cook or plan for it.
I think I will enjoy my time here back in Singapore. Much more than I expected. And by the time I am done here I think I will be itching to return to Melbourne. And in my sisters' words, ' I will be ready to kick you out of my room in 3 months'.
I feel loved already...
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Alert, nonsense post ahead courtesy of guest blogger, my dearest sister.
Hello people!
My sister is feeding me chicken. ☺
This is yale btw (:
Ya for elegant and Le for happy.
Erm. Okay. Small (That’s what I call my 2nd sis) touch downed at 9 plus yesterday evening.
Since then she has been busy.
Busy doing nonsense, that is.
Like shredding chicken and packing nuts to give to other people :D
Haha I’ve been helping her blog and chat on msn.
Aiyah, I dunno what to type. Cos this isn’t my blog. SO I DUNNO WHAT TO WRITE.
So I shall tell you about my stuff instead (my sis approve hor!)
LALALA.
Later I’m going to the Ben&Jerry’s CHUNKFEST!<3
And my favourite flavour is…
.
.
.
.
.
.
(wait for it, wait for it!)
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
CHUNKY MONKEY!
Okay lah. I’ve only ever eaten Strawberry Cheesecake and Chunky Monkey. Sooo. Not much variety to choose from lol!
My sis likes the peanut butter thingie. It’s gonna be at the festival later! :D
Gosh I’m only typing rubbish.
But I don’t careeeeeee [:
Lol! Tell you sth.
My sis really bought damn a lot of nuts and chocolate.
And I LOVE the honey roasted macadamias best!
Yayyyy!
It’s the best. Better than the sour cream and onion. And also better than the wasabi thing. Yucks.
Oh yah. SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS HAS STARTED!!!
Bye! :D
Hello people!
My sister is feeding me chicken. ☺
This is yale btw (:
Ya for elegant and Le for happy.
Erm. Okay. Small (That’s what I call my 2nd sis) touch downed at 9 plus yesterday evening.
Since then she has been busy.
Busy doing nonsense, that is.
Like shredding chicken and packing nuts to give to other people :D
Haha I’ve been helping her blog and chat on msn.
Aiyah, I dunno what to type. Cos this isn’t my blog. SO I DUNNO WHAT TO WRITE.
So I shall tell you about my stuff instead (my sis approve hor!)
LALALA.
Later I’m going to the Ben&Jerry’s CHUNKFEST!<3
And my favourite flavour is…
.
.
.
.
.
.
(wait for it, wait for it!)
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
CHUNKY MONKEY!
Okay lah. I’ve only ever eaten Strawberry Cheesecake and Chunky Monkey. Sooo. Not much variety to choose from lol!
My sis likes the peanut butter thingie. It’s gonna be at the festival later! :D
Gosh I’m only typing rubbish.
But I don’t careeeeeee [:
Lol! Tell you sth.
My sis really bought damn a lot of nuts and chocolate.
And I LOVE the honey roasted macadamias best!
Yayyyy!
It’s the best. Better than the sour cream and onion. And also better than the wasabi thing. Yucks.
Oh yah. SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS HAS STARTED!!!
Bye! :D
Thursday, December 4, 2008
And so it goes....
...and so it goes...
Thats a song by Billy Joel. One of my current all time favourites. And thats the song that accompanied me this whole emo-ed day.
Packing is a real headache so supreme and prime that it almost becomes royal. Be a witness to the organised mess...
Procrastination is an art. And I just... happen to be real good at it.
Thats a song by Billy Joel. One of my current all time favourites. And thats the song that accompanied me this whole emo-ed day.
Packing is a real headache so supreme and prime that it almost becomes royal. Be a witness to the organised mess...
Procrastination is an art. And I just... happen to be real good at it.
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