C'est Tragique!!!!

I DO.
Pukka has closed.
Where can i get my craving sated?
Raaaaawr!

Gawd, some of my posts are too bloody long and tedious to read.

Why do i do the stupidest things and hurt the wrong people?
I am truly truly sorry, but I've apologized for so many dumb things that I don't know if you will accept it any more.

Dance is for everyone if you have the right teachers.
- Chan LiLing Sharon, Aprine Tan, Sonja Jeanine.

You can have two left feet but when they teach you to dance, you can dance, you will dance. DP was an awesome experience and I do actually miss the shiokness of dance stretching.

Am so friggin in love with my cherry red vintage doc martens. Had them for quite a few months and the novelty isn't wearing out. Big, bad ass, foot consuming blocks. They just swallow up your feet and are sooooooo the bomb to clunk about in.

blearrgh

Don't you just hate having doodie days? To a crap-ass day that had no reason to be crappy or arse-y, don't come back too soon, please.... though I see another couple of weeks worth of you rawrs!

9 piercings, a tattoo, drinking and smoking doesn't make you a person who won't hold down a job that requires tax payments - Chang Mei Ling

Power woman! I know now... You may be badass on the outside, but I know that my magpie is still susceptible to the sparkly. Samseng cantonese speaker with a (melty-soft) heart of gold. Thank you for being there.

i scream, you scream, we all scream for...

ice-cream!
Since Pukka opened behind our hall, I've been eating ever so much frozen dairy. Pukka's ice-creams are freshly made and they've got quite a number of mix-ins. I laik!

The flavours aren't quite as interesting as the ones at Island Creamerie, but they can hold their own. My favourite is probably the Mint(ice-cream) with oreo (mix-in). Others have recommended Cheesecake (ice-cream) with strawberry pie filling (mix-in) and Ribena (ice-cream) with gummy bears (mix-in).
The waffle-bits mix-in is super cheating lah. It's basically broken cone bits. Donch think we didn't realize ah. I'm also very sad that they've stopped making Mango. It was heavenly. Not ice-y enough to be a sorbet but not too milky-rich as an ice-cream.

So many yummy flavours. I saw this picture and was reminded of my quest to find the most cui/CMI ice-cream flavour.These were some of the better (edible) glace flavours:

1. Garlic
2. Sardine
3. Cucumber
4. Marmite
5. Bittergourd
6. Miso
7. Pecan-Mushroom
8. Mushy Pea
   
9. Mustard
10. Liquorice

New discoveries:
Shanty felt like a cendol, so she had Gula Melaka ice-cream with atap chee mixed in.
My new favourite has to be Chocolate ice-cream with the Dark Cherry Pie filling mix-in. Very reminiacent of a BlackForest, non?

Coming out of the closet will induce hysterics - Shanta Danielle Arul

If you're ever thinking of pranking a neighbour, hiding in her closet and jumping out suddenly will guarantee a good scream, about 15 minutes of side-cramping laughter and retaliation in the not-so-distant future.
It also involves 20 minutes of sweltering in a stuffy cupboard and the need for an accomplice who is both poker faced and indubitably trusted by the victim (thanks Audrey :D).

A weird vid a day keeps the doctor away - Ashok Narandran

A single psycho video beats an award winning series (:
Though the combi of Greg, Baileys and Mangina's will haunt me forever more.
Youtube trumps TV.

The male as a package versus the size of his package. The making of the Chippz lists - D3 girls

The first time we truly objectified males.
Favourite quote "Who cares if he's nice. It's 100% about pure, raw, unadultered-by-personality, physical appearance." (:
We loved it.
All secrets revealed at the opening of the time capsule.

Friends admit when they're wrong, but they also tell you when you're wrong. It's worth the quarrel to save a good friendship - Tan Kim Ong

This is possibly the most valuable lesson that I got from hall. Approximately 80-90% of my memories in Singapore would have Kim. We've had our peaks and troughs and survived them. May our great friendship span many more years.

Power emails, the building block of a block - Chen Jie Ming

Ming sent the most hilarious emails as block head. Emails are usually just a form of visual-verbal communication. Ming wrote as Ming, so you could hear him, feel him and see him in those emails.
There were hysterically funny even as they admonished or highlighted block issues and you could so imagine him spewing that stuff in real life. In a way, the lesson is more of keeping it real. Conveying the real you whatever your media.

Amor fati

Yum

Desiree made some lemon bars.
They were yummy.
I laik her lemon bars, veh nais!

Lounge Window.

Dear Sir/ Madam,
We, the seniors, would like to kindly request that you stop obscuring our view of the happenings of a public domain, i.e. our lounge.
To put it simply, stop blocking the damn window.
Thankyewverraymush.
We still love you.
D-Seniors.

win·dow (wnd)n.

An opening constructed in a wall or roof that functions to admit light or air to an enclosure and is often framed and spanned with glass.

Granted, the lounge window is not exactly going to admit air or light any time soon, so going by strict definitions, 1 to the lounge peeps, zilch to me and the rest of the D-blockers who have been complaining.
Lets get more practical with our definitions.

Why would the architect have put a window facing a dark and narrow corridor?

1. Maybe he wanted to punch a hole in the wall to vent his frustrations, since his menopausal wife was giving him hell over the latest juicer cum rowing machine in town, and he covered up by turning it into a window.
2. He wanted to redefine the window. An opening for fun, because he had spare glass and time to boot.
3. So that people can look in and out.

Actually, I quite like 1 :))) but it would prolly be 3. Why would people want to look in or out? Well... the lounge is technically a public place, so people have the right to look in. Yeah, it's annoying, you're using the lounge, and some voyeur is watching through the window and formulating wet dreams about tv watching seniors or mugging freshies haha.

Wanking in there perchance? If the answer is an affirmative, go ahead... just stop blocking out the blardy window can? We've had enough fingering and weird activities going on there before and it became a consensus that the window ought not to be blocked (unless D3 was having another porn party hahaha).
Speaking of D3 parties, we really should have one soon. I miss our madness and this set looks pretty fun in their own right hoho. New minds to pollute :))))

Post blogging chat with loungers: A senior (in a somewhat puerile frame of mind) was making strange faces at them, in an attempt to distract them/ gain attention?
Not too sure. In any case, the cushions are down and the window is unblocked. Yay!
Civilized discourse beats online ranting.

UP!!!

Caught UP with Man Yan the other day. Missed the first 5 mins or so thanks to my purple rice ball cravings. You can get them at the food basement in PS. Super yummy. Quite like onigiri but the rice is less sticky and you get to pick your filling :).

Dug was deffo my favourite character.
"I have just met you, and I love you."

I bet if Ram could speak, that's what he'd say.

I had a major soft spot for Russell because his eyes reminded me of Eli's. Thought it also reminded me of the stew-pitt modeling agents (who sold his crap tabloid bullshit to that sorry-arse-wipe of a paper) "korean eyes" comment. The comment was prolly the only somewhat accurate statement in that account -if it wasn't so tragic it would have been hilarious-
Rawrs! Donch want to think about it. Free publicity *rolls eyes*
Anyways, there was something about the straight, fuzzy eyebrows and the slanted, almond shape eyes that resonated. Similar right? Tweaked me innards a little but I also wanted to laugh. if Eli had been a chubby, bulat, little explorer kid, this would have been what he'd look like.









Anyhoo, awesome movie, though it didn't merit the extra moolah we forked out to watch it in 3D. Wasn't action packed enough for an extra dimension to make a difference.

Eeeeeeeeeeks!

Anyone who knows me would know why this freaks me out. Arrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhh!!!!

Goldilocks and selective dementia

Would you rather have some of the best memories in the world but a horrible horrible horrible one as well OR would you rather have average-ish memories, nothing too great but nothing too bad?
2.5 hours, 5-6 corrections, many official confirmations, but no true closure.

A good concussion could be...good.
A fresh start.
Nothing so bad that major faculties are lost.
Nothing so mild that everything comes rushing back.
Sort of like the three bears, maybe by the third try, just the right amount et voila, mild dementia.

Oh but to forget, to block out all the world
but that which you wish to see
or that you wish for to be seen.

Everyone has strange fantasies and now I ramble. Good night.

Tu me manque beaucoup beacoup.
Et pour tous que je dis ou ne dis pas, il y a une vérité,
je ne t'oubliera pas, jamais!

finis vitae sed non amoris

O me! O life! ...

of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,
and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the
struggle ever renew'd,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see
around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest of me
intertwined,
The guestion, O me! so sad, recurring---What good amid these,
O me, O life?

Answer
That you are here---that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.


---Walt Whitman

MJ FF

Today the world mourns the loss of 2 icons,
and i you.

Goodbye.

Wax man in a wooden box, he wasn't you.
I leave you the last word in our facebook conversations.
Many knew not what you and I were,
but behind closed doors, there was "us".
Few secrets between the single "you" and "I",
"I" and "you",
but many between us and the world.
I had to be gone,
far enough, long enough, before it would happen.
Because we couldn't do this one deed together.
You have gone,
further still, longer still.
Escaping the shadows behind that smile.
In death do we part,
have we part.

1 pm, May 29th

Come already!
Exam results. I want to know you. Not because I want to want to, but because I need to, because it will continue driving me insane until I see it.
You know, good grades don't guarantee anything. My prof was telling me of an engineering Phd student who sells insurance now. Then there's the perennial Bush example. Gawd, am I already making excuses? I'd almost rather sell insurance than be Bu... Nah. Well, I dowan to come across as... but there are worse things? Please? Yes?
Aiyo. Will this be my worst sem due to dealing with the black dogs, mine ( the mini pinscher puppy version) and his (the full grown mastiff beast)?
Would it be a good sem since those dratted hounds sent me up the work trail, in denial?
My frontal lobe is spazzing. Patience, it is less than 37 hours away.

Singapore-Penang, the condensed week.

Nyeh! Ages since that sodden number.

And after:

Shifted from the mucho mucho lupped but overtly heated D3 room to my boxed up C3 corner.

Caught Star Trek (which ended up waaaaaaaay more decent than expected, perhaps it helps that i'm not a Klingon-sputtering, Spock-worshipping, Trekky).

live long and prosper y'all

Drank ourselves silly on boys birthday but had loads of strange fun, on hindsight only haha.
Got me forehead scraped.
Flew home.
Got a fringe to hide scrape which displeased me mam. Rawrs! I now look 12 according to my 18 year old sister (who looks 10 hoho).
Scrape recovered. Curses at fringe.
Prepping for Swami Nithyananda's visit. Typing oodles of forms and prepping spreadsheets.
Shall disappear for a week of meditation, vegetarian food and cool mountain air.

Not working.

Sometimes it feels like I'm trying too fucking hard.

A to Z

- attack ants - blow bubbles - caper with capers - drool on dogs -
- e-mail elephants - flash at frogs - gibber with granny - hanker for haggis -
- iodize ice-cream - jaywalk in the jungle - kick kibbles - leapfrog over lemons -
- mathematize music - nudity in numbers - outrage octopi - pet porcupines -
- queue at queens - roll a robot - sanitize shallots - tap dance on toads - unify umbrellas -
- vilify vermin - water the weasel - x-rated xylophones - yodel in yugoslavia - zip up zealots -

What I'd sell my book agent 2:

"Cool Pastimes for Bored but Cool People"

The title is long but pretty much self-explanatory hahahahaha. Had to add the "but Cool" factor because I remember Ms Lucy Barrock a.k.a Lucy-Susie a.k.a. my mama, telling me that only boring people got bored (when I was 6 and whining on a long car trip from Penang to KL..."Mommy I'm bored" "Mommy sing me a song" "Mooommmmmmmmmy when are we reaching?" "Mommy are we there yet?" "Mommy I'm bored").

SleepEatdon'tStudy

Been having lazy cat days. Have been sleeping and eating and sleeping and eating. Shucks, really should pull up my socks and start my revision proper. It's probably the effect of such a hectic sem. I now don't feel like doing anything and am actually more relaxed than stressed out (may not be saying this on the 3rd of May though haha).

Picked up my philo paper today. B+, not bad for a few hours work :))) though I won't lie that I pondered over my choice of topic for days and angsted around hall, -literally- climbed over railings and consumed enough chocolate to feed the fondue fountain at the Fullerton. It was tricky too, considering that Prof. H did write his own paper on Eternal Recurrence and my take on it was quite different. The risk was really because half my points were based on personal interpretations rather than established philosophy. The Nietzsche paper prima facie, ended up becoming an argument on how eternal recurrence rings true though it may not be true and was a very macrocosmic study of its theoretic application. blahblah i'm boring myself too haha

Miss the M.I.A guy, it has been over a month now. Heard from him recently though. T'was a real relief hearing him. The voice sounded rusty though, must be the effects of not talking for ages to anyone haha. But yeah, it was really Really REALLY good hearing him.
It really takes a lot to stay calm and collected, especially when others are on your case. It is not my place to explain these things. Privacy breaches really aren't my style. It also mildly bothers me that people assume I don't care. Argh!!! You don't have me opened to the right page, so don't make assumptions based on the blurps or the cover.
*channels some Lady Gaga* Can't read my, can't read my. No they can't read my poker face. P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face.
hahaha. Btw, she is Wicked! Loving her psycho-dress-sense and strange makeup (female Marilyn Manson anyone? Well, she still looks a fair bit better).














Oooooooh! I bought a pair of fireman red trousers. Cuckoo right?! Magpie tried to convince me to get the more sensible navy pair, but I really loved the crazy scarlet. Prolly going to burn holes in others pupils lol. It was probably a stress buy, but because it is SUPER comfortable, I am so wearing it. Anyways, my leaf green pants have been wrecked in the wash, so this is my new strange coloured pants for strange coloured days :))))

Spontaneity

Time: 12.27 a.m. (yup, after midnight)
Venue: Room D305, Eusoff Hall, National University of Singapore

Eva: Shucks, I really feel like eating Thosai.
Val: Hmmmm.... with dhal!
Eva: Eh, lets go to Little India.
Val: Serious?!
Eva: Yup *starts pulling on jeans*
Val: Okay *grabs wallet*

At heart, we really are brown girls. :)))

Yummy Pancakes

Are little caterpillars called kittenerpillars?

I don't want to forget

how you look, sound, smell, feel and taste.

What I'd sell my book agent:

"Prune Juice for the Brain"

A new spin on the Chicken Soup for the Soul series...
instead of inspirational stories, it should be scary stories that end procrastination and scare you shitless (mentally) so that you just start doing your work/ studying.

Ever lacked inspiration? Stopped working because you have no incentive to do so? Read a story and purge some of the best ideas your brain could produce. You might not even have ideas, but you'll still excrete something. ***

Prune Juice for the Brain, read it today.

***Do not read on empty brain. Side effects include mental dehydration and prolonged fatigue.

The Resurrection

HAPPY EASTER Y'ALL!

Which D3 Hot Babe are you most like?

yay! I'm a pretty rare breed :))) allow me to bask in my special and different from most people status (though "special" isn't always good, so maybe i shouldn't start gloating yet hehehe)
*crosses fingers* don't let anyone be me, don'tlet anyone beme, don'tletanyonebeme.
It is such a funny quiz lah. Love it! It was uber fun guessing whose response was what.
Btw, my brute became Jon Suen's brute's pupil. I didn't know records were kept and was in a self-lacerating mood, so i named her Stewpitt... shucks, now its stuck for good, unless I'm willing to start afresh and forfeit the 5 fights that Stewpitt won.
For more brute action, visit: http://jonsuen.mybrute.com


Rawr! I should be doing my work, not blogging/ brute-ing. Interview didn't happen today. Eli wasn't feeling well enough to do it. Poor dear, hope he gets better soon. Miss him a fair bit.

Put in a good couple of hours worth at the biz-library with my gorgeous-golden-neighbour, Miss JW. We then headed to Sheares and had cheese omelettes, porridge and yummy golden pancakes (with honey & chocolate... mmmmm) while watching American Idol.
The visually impared contestant was eliminated. He was not bad, but not as power as the rest. I remembered wondering if his condition would give him much of an edge at the prelim rounds. Guess not... America is fair/ meritocratic?
Was feeling pawsome, so I generously offered to pack for my floor and block mates and came back with cheezy fries, sambal fried rice, nuggets, chicken naan with cheese sauce, CCT (that's what they call the cold chrysanthemum tea lol) and whipped cream laden, chocolate sauce drowned Milo...the most decadent drink imaginable. I swear it tastes richer than the average milkshake. Maybe because the Milo is super tepu and they are uber generous with the whipped cream and chocolate sauce.

Lemme get back to my bone-tendon integration techniques. RAWRS!

workworkworkworkworkwork

And now, I am rotting at the central forum. Graaaaaaaawr! Can't find my organizer, so for now, I will blog my schedule before I lose the various scraps of paper with my appointments and deadlines.


Thursday (09/4):

1) Interview patient for ACL project.
2) Compile and edit Philo blog posts.

Saturday (11/4 ):

1) Complete report for ACL project.
2) Concentration, bone tissue integration.
3) Submit material for pamphlet.

Monday (13/4):

1)HR presentation (9 a.m.).
2) Submit Philo paper (10 a.m.).
3) Meet David and work on poster for ME project (12 p.m.).

Wednesday (15/4):

1) CS1101C Final Programming Lab.
2) BN3401 Term assessment.
3) Salvation Army tutoring
4) Meet Wayne and complete the powerpoint presentation.
5) Edit and settle the compiled report for ACL project.

Thursday (16/4):

1) Print and bind report.
2) Meet Prof regarding ME project.

Friday (17/4):

1) Assesment 3 for ACL project

Saturday (18/4):

1) Practice presentation for ACL project.

Tuesday (21/4):

1) Symposium for ME module, present project, poster and pamphlets.

Thursday (23/4): FINAL EXAM for HR2002.

Saturday (25/4): FINAL EXAM for CS1101C.

OMG! Might not have sufficient time to study for my Final papers that are in April.
Toot! Must work at the rate of completing all these things by deadline + 1 CS tutorial a day + I HR reading, if I want to complete stuff...is that even possible?!
I'll think about the May Final papers after the 25th...

This week.

I am not a nerd,
I am THE nerd!

To a week of chao-mugging and assignment rushing, mooooooooo you, mother farting week! Glad I'm done with the blog postings though :))))

P.S: Interesting article, http://www.hno.harvard.edu/gazette/2004/03.18/01-ptsd.html We were discussing this drug on the philo blog and guess who had loads to say hoho.

Eloisa to Abelard

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
-Alexander Pope

Oh but to forget.

Happy Birthday CheeCooCoo!

Yovi is 18 today. All grown up... but she's always going to be my cute baby sister hahaha. I couldn't get her on the phone. Wonder if she's changed her number again.

Kids, please don't change your numbers often, the old foggies *ahem clears throat ahem* can't keep up
Well, ickle CheeCooCoo, hope you had an awesome-pawsome 18th! Love you to bits, even though you're a naughty kitty. Happy Birthdaaaaaaay!

Monday (un)Blues

I actually like Mondays... I've always kind of liked them. Maybe it's the sense of having a whole week ahead to achieve stuff? No rainy blue Montags (of the non-Heidi variant) here.

Am pleased with progress yesterday... Heeehee shall gloat.

• Compiled and updated CV for summer internships and sent it out *crosses fingers*. Considering the yucky economy at the moment, I'm considering an unpaid internship, if it's a prestigious one. Does that make me overtly amenable? If that works out, I shall hope for my lottery success hahaha.

• Finished another blogpost. Yay! Only two more to go. Was pleased to note this morning that there 3 comments in response to my post. Jude Law is scrumptious in GATTACA.
  

• Watched Eternal Sunshine again. This time with an existential mindset.

• Read some random HR articles in prep for the Q&A portion (which didn't happen -_- ) of the poster presentation.

• Researched determinism to help with the GATTACA post.

Slept at an ungodly hour, but Val kindly woke me at 8 so I wasn't late for HR. Yay to having a roomie!

Today, our HR poster presentation was not bad. I'm so glad that I can at least depend on Ah Por in the group. She did an awesome job with the slides. The report however didn't get a great review. As a result, I spent 1.5 hours with the lecturer to figure out how to work things from here. Le sigh. If only everyone was accountable and had more similar expectations on achievement. Had to do the nasty and email them with the reasons why our project was less than successful. Kinda put it bluntly and told everyone to buck up. Yuck, why am I the evil-slave driving bitch of the group. Feeling distinctly ursala-ish... mean, moster, witchy.
I guess personal expectations have to be moderated? Raaaaaaaawr! This is precisely why group projects drive me mad... a dilution of your grade, the reflection of the averaged out value of your group.
Anyways, came back exhausted and had a 6 hour "nap". Such a piggy! The good thing though is that I'm refreshed and ready to tackle the day (night, I mean hahaha).

Et aujourd'hui:

1. Interview Rugby players with ACL injuries. Hurrah for Wayne's contacts in the team :)))
   
2. Finish one more blog post.
3. Settle philo outline. Have decided to stick to Eternal Sunshine... Love it too much to cave in and write the easier GATTACA and determinism paper.
4. Research bone-tendon integration.
5. Watch Fritz Lang's Metropolis... the awesome Sci-Fic silent movie from 1927. Hmmm... maybe should contrast it with Platonic philosophy for good effect, in which case
6. Read relevant bits of Plato's Republic. Could I use it for my blog post? *ponders*

Working weekends.

Today, today, with the widening void in my soul and its inverse proportionality to crunch times distance, I have reverted to the "one-thing-at-a-time" strategy. The void has little to do with stress this year, interestingly. It just has to do with the piece of me that walked away and forgot to come back. I have a sneaking suspicion I know where that piece is, but it is no longer within the grasp of even my shadow fingers. I almost wish it were a physical part of me... a few inches off the thighs? hoho.

Ah, but today, today... so far, so good. Done with my summer internship CV and a major blog post assignment. Just have to research the ACL, work out the mechanics of our balloon screw idea, schedule interviews with more docs and ACL patients, prep for the HR poster presentation, read the Grau paper and finalize if I'll do Eternal Sunshine or GATTACA and get down to the damn outline already.

I musn't make life sound that dreary... it really isn't all that bad. The painful things are not within my control and are major learning points.
Managed to attack and conquer the twin laundry peaks. Interestingly, if my sizable laundry basket isn't at least half full, there isn't enough space in the wardrobe for all my clothes. Should start bringing stuff back. I did pretty darn decently on the last Engineering Materials test (it's only 10% though... bummer!).

Got my place in hall again. Woot! 4 years of hall life. Too bad many awesome people didn't make it back. It's strange how we're losing most of the leaders in hall and the people who could contribute significantly in the sports and culture scenes. Don't mean to sound mean, but besides EHOC and some parts of DP, sports and culture people are kinda needed to a greater degree to sustain particularly inter-hall activities.
I'm not denying the importance of more admin-type people, but it's usually harder to come by a great athlete (and we will be losing a lot of the good ones with the A4, C4 graduations) or a talented dancer/ drama person (most of the choreos are graduating). Hmmmm... but that's just personally.

Okaaaaaaay, back to work!

Missing pieces.

Missing pieces.
Unaudited fragments.
They walked out with you.
Neither welcomed, nor rejected.
You didn't take them.
I didn't give them.
These things just happen.

If you're ever feeling blue

Then write another song about your dream of horses.

Random fact

The garbage disposal was originally called the "Electric Pig."

No pee nuts for me.

I would like my trail mix a whole lot more if it had no peanuts.

Better bet when it feels like a better betting day.

Today felt like a good day to buy lottery. So I did. It was pretty impulsive, but a very me thing to do. Walked over to West Coast Plaza, got a bubble tea (my 4th one in as many days) and bought 2 4D numbers and a ticket for the Singapore Sweeps.

T'was quite an experience since it was the first time I was trying it out. Noting my clueless face, the aunty at the counter helpfully gave me a couple of pamphlets with instructions. I decided to buy multiple permutations of my numbers *crosses fingers*
The Singapore Sweeps ticket was unintentional. At the counter, as I was paying for my 4D slip, I saw three red tickets. The aunty motioned to the Singapore Sweeps poster and told me each ticket was only 3 dollars. Heck it! Bought one randomly.

It was quite funny... the other people there were South Asian foreign workers, old chinese ah peks and tai-tai like aunties. There were also a group of little old ladies in beflowered cotton shirts who were loudly betting on horse racing. Guess that not too many uni students around the Clementi area buy TOTO/ 4D... Alex, why aren't you living here?! Then I would have a teman beli lottery.

Hmmm... can't wait for the results. My luck may be a little botched though. I stepped on a cat's paw when getting to the shop... I didn't see her, she was walking near me and was the same colour as the floor. Felt really nasty after that. Tried apologizing -to the cat, who couldn't understand english-, even the aunty who tsked in annoyance at my clumsiness smiled kindly and said, "aiyo, dia punya salah loh, dia blakang you mah." Ah well... still felt like an evil cat-paw-trodder.

Even if I don't get anything, at least I learnt how to buy a ticket and I love that the impulse was satisfied...so much for rationality (:

Two Lost Languages

"The world has forgotten the language of patience and forgiveness."

Amma's 1st Satsang in Singapore this year. She caught me with this line. Did I ever know either language?
I'm still at the beginners class and may have forgetten what little I have learnt. Let me revise and live life with greater compassion and peace.

It's HOOOOOOOOOT!

I feel like a popsicle.
A lime flavoured popsicle.
I want to eat it slowly.
Let it melt and stickify my fingers.
I will get my popsicle.
My lime flavoured popsicle.
Sometime today mmmm.

Acceptance

Muss es sein? Es muss sein...


"So Small God laughed a hollow laugh, and skipped away cheerfully."
-The God of Small Things-

Random backstreet in Hong Kong, took it with my falling apart CyberShot :)

Run run run away

Legs on auto-pilot,
lets run with our senses,
let go.

Steps like my thoughts, tripping over each other,
racing forward, stumbling slightly, un-paced,

erratic.

No half tank for the journey back,
no insurance, no cares in the world.
Utter abandon.


I want to scream
for no rhyme or reason.
Instead, I run.
Not to, not away, not from.
Just run.

Clenched fists,

blunt nails digging into hot palms.

Stop.
Let go.

Arms flailing, fingers splayed.

Against traffic,
wind in my face,

cracks on the sidewalk,
dry throat and wet skin,
dark skies and long roads.

Thoughts, words and emotions reduced
to a steady pounding pace,
to swish-swashing ponytails,
and distance covered.

Peace.
I have heard you today.


Each millisecond with
both feet in air,
I was flying.
Every thud to the ground,
jolted me back to earth.
But what does it matter,
I will still dream.

splish splosh

Are mud puddles, muddles?

When I grow up, I want to...

grow a marshmallow tree

swim in chocolate

tame a pink tiger
drink dew drops

draw smileys on bees wings

fly into the sunset

blow bubbles all day

tickle dimpley babies

kiss in a storm of tears

stare at the clouds

read apple blossoms

sew fringes on mushrooms

slide down a rainbow

live in a cream puff

sleep amongst the stars

paint cherries blue
ride a magic carpet

laugh till my sides ache

have loved, be loved and still love

Quack Bear.

Dear Diary,

I ate lunch with the Quack Bear today. I think he misses the Quiet Bear. The Quiet Bear is on the other end of the planet, well not quite, in France.
According to Shanta, the Quiet Bear has made some little friends there and has abandoned her. I sometimes wish the Quack Bear would leave me. Especially when he sits on the stairs and gibbers. Especially when I have too many things to do and can't pay any attention to him. Especially when I need him to keep quiet so I can hear my own thoughts.
The Quack Bear has been extra bad. I thought he'd calm down after DeePee. Looks like it didn't happen. If anything, he's gibbering more than ever and even the spangled candy floss wouldn't subdue him. Don't get me wrong, I love the Quack Bear... he may be naughty and loud but I'd miss him if he wasn't here, brown fur, green eyes and all. *sigh* he probably just misses the Quiet Bear.

Slumming Sunday...

and I now finally join the ranks of those who have watched Slumdog Millionaire!


Lets not be highbrowed, but being quite the bibliophile, I am bound to think, "the book was so much better" as in the case of most books turned movies anyways but I deffo deffo deffo loved the movie too!!!

Q&A (yes, read it loooong before it became the bing-bang-hit that it now is, and before it was renamed to match the movie) definitely had more twists and was more interesting plot-wise but the music was amazing and the cinematography were great. Ginger demurred though that it was reminiscent of Danny Boyle's other movies (Trainspotting, anyone?) so nothing that new. Oh well, still think that it was pawsome!!!

I do wish that they'd stayed truer to the book (missed the "Ram Mohammad Thomas" explanation and the story behind the person he phoned when using his "book" call option... the "movie" call option was kinda sappy though it fulfilled its purpose i guess...) but with my meagre experience in producing a film and script-writing, I sorta get the feasibility issues of turning the book in its entirety into a movie.

Overall it was pretty damn awesome. A.R. Rahman was as brilliant as ever and the icky-poo covered boy scene was kinda gross eeeew but really cute. Amitabh Bachan must be really flattered. Is Dev Patel a dish or what?!

Lap-lap-lapin, carrots for getting out of the burrow and watching it together hoho.

Another day another scare.

It's only 8 plus and I'm ready to sleep, completely escape the world for a few good hours but must finish my arrays lab first.

Can't believe that I bruised my knuckles on an A4 door for about ten minutes at 9 in the morning (an unholy hour for hall residents, they'd probably headed to bed just a of couple hours before). Prolly annoyed the hell out of gingembre's neighbours, but I was more concerned about him than my pride. Whoah... a first, I left my big-ass ego behind.

Class at 10. Holbo has definitely been one of my most interesting lecturers. His science-fic tutorial was interesting. Took me awhile to see the philo link though. After the tut, finally started on my blogposts, yay! Did one on The Day The Earth Stood Still (1951)... not the Keanu Reeves version and rushed for the lecture right after. Afternoon class cancelled, another first.


Went in search of a frost flower and to get ze producers something for curtain call. Ended up with two adorable, flat, stuffed animals (a magenta bear and a custard tiger). I want oneeeee!

When I got back, I happened to come through the back door. Saw that the fan and lights were still on, and the blinds were up. Panicked like hell and all its freaking fire. I really really thought that something awful had happened. So awful that I can't say what. Rushed to the magpie and probably scared her with my total breakdown, but she very level headedly got me to the office and we got in contact with mon oncle's house. He was at home, not in good shape, but at home, not as I thought... *breathes again*. At this point, nothing else matters.