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Robyn oh Robyn

11:48 PM

Robyn oh Robyn

To Ms. Robyn Choo Yie Lyn, "Happy 19th Birthday!!!"

I've known this girl since 2006 and I've gotta say, she's a whiz kid amazingly logical girl who's my brilliant pigging and sarcastic-ing buddy! One of the members of the G8 (Trust you to come up with the name G8! Haha.), its so cool how we clicked and got it going with our sarcasm throughout the whole first term eventhough we didn't know each other before last year.

I will always remember the day we both skipped Math after Circle K and we walked to UOA just to get our fav junk food, Cheezels, and we both sat there till 4pm chatting and pigging out! And I'll remember you putting 'The Economist' (I finally subscribed to 'The Economist' thanks to your influence) inside your Math book and reading it while Dr. Gohseng went on rambling and I was sleeping/iPodding/eating. My econs buddy, remember none of them liked econs except us and there was this one econs class we decided to be nerds and shifted right to the front and we had no idea (at least I didn't lah) what Ms. Joanna was talking about and we pulled off that we-know-our-stuff look pretty well! And those frequent times when I was so freaking bored when I wasn't sleeping/iPodding/eating (Yes, I did that a lot during the first term) and we would always be sarcastic shooting each other. Remember that day we brought fried noodles up to Math class and Dr. Gohseng told us off? Haha. And all our Wednesday outings, almost one movie a week and all that shopping and rushing back late for class! Haha. Remember those pigging sessions we had? 5 hours at that Jap restaurant in Sungai Wang, Sakae Sushi and the most recent session in Chili's! We do a lot of pigging and sarcastic-ing, don't we, Robyn girl?

Thank you so much for everything you've done, Robyn. You're an amazing student and an even more amazing friend, lending an ear and those grey cells when in times of need. And Robyn, I remembered your number because I'd always text you to find out what's going in college, and when you left for that JPA scholarship, during the first few weeks of 2nd term I'd find myself keying in your number before realising that you weren't in HELP any longer. Sigh. I definitely missed you. There was no one to split Cheezels with me anymore. =(

I hope you had a fantastic birthday celebration!
We'll have another girly outing soon, okay?

Take care and God bless. =)

Written on Sunday, July 29, 2007; 11:48 PM

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Girly talk laughter-filled lunch

11:36 PM

Girly talk laughter-filled lunch

Went out with the girls today for lunch, girl talk and they temaned me job-hunting. Was suppose to meet them at 11.30, when Cla texts to say 11.45. And as usual, I'm running late so I finally reach MPH at 12 just to find that Cla isn't there. Haha. Some things don't change. =p

Did some catching up with Robyn and we spot Cla browsing. Yup, that girl arrives 30 minutes late and casually browses around without calling us first! Sigh, what else is there for us to do but to sneak up and pounce on her unsuspecting back and rub it in? Hahaha... The major question next, where to fill our tummies? Toss a few choices around, Italiannies, Chili's, Ms. Read and we finally settle on Chili's because some people like Chili's a lot.

So dum dum de dum, off we go to Chili's where we have tostada chips and I order the only thing I eat in Chili's, Monterrey chicken! Haha. No, seriously. If you don't believe me, ask Wai Ee because I always split it with her, right Wai Ee? Now that you're in Aussie, who's gonna split Monterrey chicken with me? *sobsob* Anyway, had about 5 refills of that chips and by the 5th round, I could feel a sore throat coming on. We sat there for about 4 hours simply chatting, eating and taking pictures. And Robyn, the molten chocolate cake looks delicious, we'll go back there one day for it, okay?

The chips that gave me the sore throat. 5 refills, 3 girls with individual mains! Not bad, eh?

Robyn's Philly steak sandwich

My Monterrey chicken. Yummy!

The array of delicious food that we gorged on and stuffed ourselves silly.

We got the waiter to take this for us. Look at the messy plates and the unfinished chips! =p

Thank goodness for self-timers!

Another self-timer. This self-timing thing was getting a little embarassing. Lucky thing Chili's has booths so its not really that obvious that you are err camwhoring?

Camwhoring in bathrooms. The ultimate camwhore place. Sigh. I seriously don't know how to camwhore. I can't camwhore for nuts. The camera simply doesn't like me. End of story.

Final picture of the day. This is for all you people who nicely scrolled down the less humanly ones and demanded for pictures, saying that a picture is worth a thousand words. I've got 9 pics up, so that means 9000 words. Haha. And pics were courtesy of Cla's Nikon, thanks Cla. =)

The girls temaned me job-hunting and made me go into boutiques that I wouldn't dream of stepping foot in because I'm a coward. I mean, one of the boutiques had a question that went,

"*Name of company* should hire you because...

I saw that question, went completely blank and frantically whispered to Robyn for help. And this girl genius here who scores a 700+/800 for her SATs says,

"....because I'm very interested in fashion and I'm very good at mixing-and-matching and I have good communication skills!"

Alamak! Robyn girl, thank you for your high regard of my skills but could you put those grey cells of yours to use for my sake and please come up with something a little more realistic that I can pull off if they actually hire me? The communications I can pull off, but the fashion thing?! I mean, fashion and I are aware of each other's existence and we acknowledge that, but to say that I'm very interested in fashion and am very good at mixing-and-matching would really be stretching it very thin. I do pay tribute to fashion as and when it suits me, but I tend to I wear what's comfortable, which doesn't necessarily mean its tip-top fashion. Comfort kinda takes precedence over fashion. =p

Today's outing was great, girls! We should do this more often, more long lunches and annoying the waiters by refusing to move from the table and loads of girl talk. Except the next time round, hopefully the rest of the missing gang will show up. *hint hint*

Left 1U around 6 and went to see his workplace. Most of us who aren't studying now are already in the workforce. Gosh, I feel age creeping up on me. He came over later to watch 'The Lake House'. I was a bit impatient and blurr and I couldn't stop asking questions throughout the whole show. Hehe. The lake house is pretty cool, but it kinda lacks a certain privacy, it being glass and all. The show kinda reminds me of another show I previously watched, 'The Butterfly Theory', which also had this bending of time's rigid rule. Except that 'The Butterfly Theory' didn't have such a happy ending as this one did.

Now I'm regretting the huge consumption of chips. I have a sore throat. Its time for the Difflam and Strepsils and tumblers of water to come out again. Bother sore throats!

Written on Tuesday, July 24, 2007; 11:36 PM

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Grandmothers who drive cool cars!

1:35 AM

Grandmothers who drive cool cars!

Hello, hello, I'm back. I know y'all missed me very much. Sorry to disappear for so long but I've been really really up to my eyebrows in work. The past week has just flown by and my life seems to be..wait, hang on a second. Yeap, that's right, I said the word work!

I am working!!!

Well, not anymore as of this week but I was working last week okay! Oh and if anyone knows of vacancies or job offers that would preferably entail nice cushy office jobs (I wouldn't mind if its not a office job actually) with decent hours and pay, do pass on the word, okay? Thanks. =)

Working life is so different from studying life. I'd take the latter anyday. Seriously.

Student --> don't like subject --> sleep or stone
Student --> don't like teacher--> deal with it, refer to above
Student --> didn't do your homework --> pretend you did it or skip class (mind you, I'm not advocating this!)

Employee --> don't like customer --> can't fall asleep
Employee --> don't like employer --> look for a new job
Employee --> Skipping work --> not really advisable --> won't get paid and probably get fired!

Stress lah, working life. The only good part is I get to see my boyfriend everyday cause he's been wonderfully supportive and picking me up from work and temaning me for supper. Which brings me to another gripe, I've been eating so much ever since I started work. McD's and maggee mee goreng and whatnot for supper after 10pm is seriously bad for the waistline. Gimme studying life anytime where the most serious everyday thing to worry about is how to do that homework and if that homework isn't done, whether to go for class or not. =p

Went to watch Die Hard 4.0 last Saturday with him and in my opinion, its a pretty good show. Unrealistic, I mean taking out a jetfighter with that truck/trailer thing and a gun? But still, a pretty good show. I've never watched a Die Hard before, or if I did, I certainly don't remember. I must say Bruce Willis looks pretty good for a middle-age guy.

I was watching Transporters 2 one night on Astro and it seemed to me that Jason Statham kinda looks like Bruce Willis. Yes? I find myself quite liking Jason Statham's shows so far i.e The Transporter 1 & 2, The Italian Job and Chaos ; the show he did with Ryan Phillipe. If you don't like Jason Statham, at least watch The Transporter for their cool cars, near-impossible driving stunts and the little kid in the show which has the cutest and pinchable-est face ever. As for The Italian Job, there's always the cool driving and Charlize Theron and as for Chaos, its a good plotline and if Statham isn't to your taste, you can always look at Philippe for eye candy and remember the wicked Casanova turned struck-by-Cupid part he played in Cruel Intentions.

Oh and they say Jason Statham may play Domovoi Butler in the upcoming Artemis Fowl movie. I can't wait for the movie! I wonder who will play Artemis Fowl though...

I didn't want to put this up but he was laughing so much at it that I thought, "Fine, if it makes him laugh that much, I'll be nice and put it up so he can laugh more..."

Me : So, does your grandmother have grandchildren?
Him : *muffled silence that suspiciously sounds like a choked-back laugh*
Me : What?!
Him : Do you realise what you just said? You just asked if my grandmother has grandchildren. If she didn't have, would she be called grandmother?
Me : Oh yeah...*smacks forehead in embarassment* I can't believe I just said that!

Robyn girl, this one humanly enough for you or not?

It'd better be. Or not I'll seriously think you're still stuck in that too secluded jungle campus of yours to recognise sarcasm when it walks up to you and bonks you on the head, hmm?

Written on Monday, July 23, 2007; 1:35 AM

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A deep red rose with silky petals

11:58 PM

A deep red rose with silky petals

A deep red rose in bloom with its silky petals soft to the touch and sweet fragrance perfuming the air.

Written on Tuesday, July 17, 2007; 11:58 PM

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Moving in

3:21 AM

Moving in

There's something exciting at the thought of moving in to someplace new. Its a big step, and a tiny bit frightening and daunting at the very beginning because of the unknowns, the thought of sharing that personal space, having someone see the nooks and crevices of yourself that you thought were hidden away or even unaware that were there. A bit nervous, resulting in that butterflies in your tummy feeling that makes you a bit jittery. But there's also that warm glow that you get from the thought of having someone to come home to, the satisfaction in sharing those previously unexposed nooks and crevices of yourself with someone who wants to know, and learning about someone else's nooks and crevices. The ties formed with someone whom you will now share so much with is indescribable. It’s a heady, fulfilling, and floating in the air sensation.

It all begins as a suggestion, an idea. Than when the idea puts down tiny roots into fertile soil, the questions and prospects loom pleasantly ahead. And that's where decision-making comes into play.

To move in, or to have a new one? To have another castle or an apartment? To live here or to live there? Where shall the new abode be? And what shall it be christened? What colour shall the walls be painted, or should they be wallpapered? Should it be curtains or blinds? What sort of furniture to get? Multitudes of questions flow through the mind and a myriad of answers and solutions array themselves. Suggestions tossed around in the air, double-checking done and finally, some decisions are made. The basic, fundamental decisions that form the foundations and without which, we wouldn't be able to move in at all.

And so, choices made and keys collected, off we set to see the new residence. Sliding the old-fashioned brass key into the lock, slowly twirling it. Hands on the door handle and on the wooden door slowly pushing it wide open. And a whole vista of possibilities greet and welcomes us as we take our first steps into the marble hallway.

How odd it would feel, opening your heart to someone you seemingly hardly know, but at the same time you’d trust with everything. The boxes have arrived, and left now in the centre of the hall, all manner of weird and wonderful objects within. They’ll need a place now, a place in this new chapter. Perhaps some old trinkets we’ll have to throw out, because they no longer belong here. We’ll keep whatever we can, and start afresh wherever we need to.

Think of how everything has changed. The box in the corner, the sofa under the sheets, the television set the movers are bringing in, the car in the porch. No longer yours. No longer mine. Ours. Everything is ours now. We’ll share all of it.

In this little place it’ll be impossible to forget. How could we? When it was for the purpose of remembering that we moved in. We’ll find a place for every photo frame, and every diary and journal, every gem and bauble, we’ll find the perfect spot. At the end of every day we’ll look to come back to this little haven we’ve found. And when you think about it, perhaps not so much for the little treasures we’ve stored in the cupboards, shelves, walls or by our bedside. But for the promise of the irreplaceable company that we find here. Your’s and mine. Our little utopia will be perfect. Simply because it’s ours.

A champagne bottle is popped, golden bubbly swirled into glasses. Hand in hand with matching smiles. A toast proposed.

"To us, our new home and our happily ever after!"

Written on Saturday, July 14, 2007; 3:21 AM

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A perfect golden afternoon

4:40 PM

A perfect golden afternoon

Its strange to be blogging on a laptop, what more on a laptop that doesn't belong to me that is placed on a low table and I'm sitting cross-legged on a carpet leaning back on the sofa instead of my red office swivel chair in a house that is not mine. A pair of eyes looks alternately at the screen, and than back up at me. I look down and I see a cheeky and sleepy smile. I can hear the fan creaking as its spins, swirling the air to a cool mixture that goes spiraling around the room. Occasional banging sounds, hallmarks of an ongoing construction site nearby pervades the tranquility of the warm afternoon. Sunlight streams in through the glass panels by the white wooden doors, making sunshine spotlights that illuminate the smooth wooden floor that reminds me of dance floors in ballet studios and of new showhouses.

Distraction comes in many forms. Today, its a warm hand holding on to mine, a quiet and sleepy voice gently murmuring words as I struggle to keep up.

A mind thinking about old promises and dreams that have been made. Old fears seems so far away today, and hopefully they'll stay far, far away always. How amazing simple things can be. The only thing you can hear sometimes in the loud, loud world are the quiet whispered promises made by sincere hearts. Today seems like one of those quiescent golden afternoons where there is nothing to worry about, and the greatest worries themselves are not worrying at all. Glass ornaments hanging on the metal hinges of the glass panels sway in time to the rhythm of the breeze, making little light shows on the floor as sunrays shine through them. And its frightening to think that maybe we won't find this kind of peace for a long time to come. But some things are worth the wait, and this is one of them. Fairytales that you believe will come true, will really come true and it justifies every bit of longing and yearning and waiting and hoping and all such nostalgic emotions. He wonders if the little angel he's looking up at will remember these little things when she is far away and so caught up in the daily hustle of life. If she'll keep that old blue box that he so long ago gave her. And will she still open it up to look at what's inside or would she toss it away for something newer. And those eyes blink drowsily and flutter gently shut, at peace with the world on this somnolent, quiet afternoon.

Some things wont be forgotten in the rat race of life, or overshadowed by the bright lights of other events. They are etched so deeply into the mind, engraved on the soul that it remains there through time and tide. She can feel those eyes looking up at her. A wellspring of emotions shine through those brown eyes. Now she knows how it feels when she's watching him. Simply looking and drinking in the moment with eyes that smile for no particular reason at all.

Warm sunrays peeking in through the windows with a cool breeze blowing, secluded on a little island of peace with a serene atmosphere all around. A perfect golden afternoon indeed.

Written on Thursday, July 12, 2007; 4:40 PM

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Cracking wise wisecracks

11:52 PM

Cracking wise wisecracks

This is an everyone-lets-laugh-at-Siew Yen-post. Wai Ee, you can't claim to not understand it, okay? Well, maybe some parts lah. But then, who defines what's normal and what's not? Hehe.

So, here goes...

As we were walking from the car to the church, I wasn't looking and I stepped into a puddle just as he tried to stop me, one second too late. It was kinda funny, we both stopped dead in our tracks right there and I looked down, stunned, and didn't realise what happened till I felt the water make contact with the hem of my jeans and my shoes. I swiftly stepped on to terra firma and he just stood there with a funny look on his face. You know, the kind of look where someone is trying so hard not to laugh out loud but fails miserably in spades!

He claims later that I stood there and went "Ahhhhh!" with a horrified look on my face.

Yes, he laughed at me! *embarassingnya*

And he said, "So scouts teach you to step into puddles izzit?" (Because earlier on I was saying that I was a scouter and went back to teach the junior scouts today)

Wah, too much wei! Dahlah laugh at me, than poke fun at me being a scout some more!

He laughed all the way (and throughout the whole night) right up to the church because we were late, (okay I was the one who was late and he was waiting) and everywhere else was double-parked so we had to park at the housing area which had that puddle! And as the night went on, he threw in more and more wisecracks which we both ended up laughing at.

Short nose easier to do u-turn lah.

So uhh, if you can step into a puddle like that, maybe you shouldn't be crosssing roads alone.

Sending internet chi through text messages.

Wisecrack of the night still the puddle and the scout one lah. He's not going to let me forget that one for a very very long time. But its okay, because I still remember the car mirror incident. =p

Is it streamyx or MSN that's giving me so much trouble? Grr...Or is it because I have both Internet Explorer and Mozilla Firefox on my computer? And that I'm supposed to download the new IE and or figure out what's wrong with the old one? I'm so computer unsavvy okay. Don't worry, its on my list of things to do le. But as you all know, imma good procrastinator and if there ever was a subject called procrastination, I bet I'd beat you all in it and come out top! =p

Written on Saturday, July 07, 2007; 11:52 PM

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A bottle of Watson's water

12:22 PM

A bottle of Watson's water

Buildings after buildings. Some grimy and grey, dust-stained. Others, spotless and gleaming with the mirrored windows, reflecting a thousand things. Clothes hanging out to dry on balconies accompanied by an occasional potted plant. The teeming mass of people. Red taxis zipping in and out of traffic on busy streets. Rows and rows of shops, tiny and well decorated, their colour adding vivacity to the buzz of the streets. Shop assistants merrily hawking their wares and adding to the hustle-bustle of the sidewalks by calling out greetings in their sing-song voices, enticing passer-bys to take a closer look.

The leafy green trees on pavements offer some respite from the heat and humidity. The lights at the pedestrian crossing emits a familiar ticking sound, like that of a metronome keeping time to the rhythm of the streets. Its people are constantly on the move, the atmosphere is humming and pulsating with energy and the city is so vibrant, so alive.

7-11’s dot the streets the way coloured rice are deliberately sprinkled over a little child’s ice cream cone. She walks into one, grabs her usual green bottle of water from the cooler at the back, lets the chilly air wash over her face and holds it in her hands to cool them down. For a brief moment, he resurfaces sharply to the top of her mind from the back of the consciousness that is there and she stops dead in her tracks, temporarily slowing down the short queue behind her. The cashier quietly repeats the amount again and this nudges her back to the white-topped counter where she's standing at. Swiftly recovering from that brief moment of paralysis, she hands over the requisite coins along with an apologetic smile and walks out of the store, dissolving into the melting pot of people and becoming one of the many faces in the masses.

She walks into a shop with the assistants’ smiling cheerfully, rattling off prices and discounts as she quietly browses through the racks. And she spots a beautiful off-white one hanging slightly apart from its companions. Flowing and soft, thin crisp pleats down the front with little brown flowers embroidered on the skirt, gently spread on a pure, cotton background. The skirt sways gently to the draft coming from the aircond. She thinks its perfect. Perfect for evening tea in the garden. She can picture them both casually lounging on the wicker swing, enjoying the beautiful summer evening and the feel of the green grass under their feet. As she peeks out from beneath her matching straw hat, her eyes shine with a strangely familiar light as he holds her hand and she smiles gently at him. And as her fingers reach out to touch the dress, a voice intrudes upon her reverie and she’s brought back to the present afternoon. A smiling saleslady quotes the price of the dress and offers to remove it from the hanger for her to try. She smiles wistfully and politely refuses the offer. Sighing, she steps out onto the warm pavement and walks into the next shop hoping to find some solace in the splash of colours and the feel of soft fabrics.

On the escalator surrounded by glass-fronted displays with fashionably dressed-up white plastic mannequins, she turns her back on all those to look down at the upward moving steps. She can picture him here, standing on a step below like what he frequently does so that she can look down into his eyes. She almost turns around to smile at him when a sudden jerk of the escalator tugs her back to reality and to the fact that he’s not there behind her.

She walks along the familiar pavements, eyes seeking out restaurant and cafes that were there four years ago. Those narrow streets and alleyways have the same shops from last time. All these are familiar landmarks and she instinctively crosses three streets before making a right. As she walks down the lane, she spots the hotel just there, sandwiched by a jewellery shop and a clothes boutique. The hotel lobby doesn’t seem to have changed an iota. The restaurant opposite is still the same one selling the char siu fan and that snazzy-looking cafe slightly further up which has the horrible tasting bubble tea. The best one is still in Chonburi, Thailand.

Six months hasn’t completely dulled her sense of direction and with some help from a map, she easily finds the appropriate station and boards the train. The train rushes on swiftly and she is surrounded by so many people, but she feels so alone and disconnected, as though something is missing. The last time she was here in winter, each time they stepped out from the subway exits, they were heralded by dvd shops all playing the same music. And this time, as she steps out from the exit, she half expects to hear the familiar notes again but she stops short and reminds herself that it is no longer winter and that they will no longer play those songs because if nothing else, time moves on and seasons change. From winter to spring to summer to autumn and back to winter. The granite benches and the trees draped with lights are still there. The only thing that has changed are the advertisements at bustops. Different faces, different products. Other than that, she could have been thrown back into time. But she can’t seem to find that little dessert shop they stopped at each time they passed by it. The McDonald's is still there, and oddly enough, its summer but she ends up not having the ice cream that she thought she'd have. She walks into a small coffee shop, pretty much like the ones shown on the telly where those ah sirs go to eat and she decides to try their congee and crullers. And a rush of linkbacks and memories assail her faster than she can breathe. Breakfasts in coffee shops. Yau char kwai and kah feh. The smell of coffee and paper. Paper and black ink. Beautifully written stories. Smiles that smile for no particular reason. Faraway looks that invite a single question.

Somehow, everything seems to find its way linking back to this and it all falls into place. There’s really only one place she’d rather be right now, and it isn’t here. Somehow, the knowledge that she’ll be home soon and having more than just an inkling of what’s waiting for her at the end of that flight keeps her walking on under the sunny skies and humid weather.

Written on Thursday, July 05, 2007; 12:22 PM

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chocolate chip cookies

12:39 PM

chocolate chip cookies

i wanted to write something different, something else. i'm not sure what. but this wasn't in mind when i started writing. why are things so topsy-turvy? one minute white, another minute black. and what about the times where things aren't perfectly white or black, but grey. why do we perceive things as simple or as difficult when in actual fact they may be less than that or even more? who decides what we see things as other than ourselves? why do we find it so impossible to believe in ourselves but we let ourselves be swayed by what others say when all that matters is us and not them? call me naive, call me unrealistic, call me stupid, call me idealistic, but i guess i thought that it was cookie-cuttered perfection. that it had the perfect amount of chocolate chips in it. that i was right to put on that tall white hat and black apron.

its not getting easier to continue running the circles that saps my willpower slowly, leaving me tired and shaken at times as it goes on like the way a hamster runs the wheel in its cage. why did it all seem easier earlier on? that was a stupid thing to ask. where has all that endless energy and strength gone too? i guess, just maybe that energy wasn't as endless as i thought it was. but i hoped it was, i really did. and perhaps it is. maybe i am just unable to see it for now and they remain hidden reserves that are undiscovered and untapped. will you accompany me and guide me to those reserves and show me how to draw on their strength? because deep inside, i know that they're there somewhere. i just need to reach out and hold on to it.

i need a break, i need a kitkat.

if its chocolate chip cookies and milk, than its chocolate chip cookies and milk. not chocolate brownies with vanilla icecream. leopards don't change their spots, do they? but than what about the snowy white albinos? they didn't have any spots to begin with.

i think sliding down to the floor and sitting with your back solidly against the wooden wardrobe and your knees drawn up is a good place to think and ponder about how to unravel certain things and perhaps allow a tear to slowly escape. but lets face it, there's never really a good place to cry, is there? of course not. don't be silly. but sometimes, its good to let it all out. as for unravelling things, is it more of the place or more of the person?

standing at the windows letting the warm air circulated by the fan make the curtains billow and swell up behind you, covering you for an instant as you peek out into the backyard. skimming over the rooftops and tinted windows with curtains drawn and you wonder briefly at their occupants and what they're like and if their life shares some sort of tiny resemblance to yours.

this is one long ramble about so many things that are things and could yet be nothing. i should use the shift button to tidy this up. but somehow today, i don't feel compelled to. i just don't. perhaps later when i re-read this, i will. till then, this remains as it is. uncapitalized.

Written on Wednesday, July 04, 2007; 12:39 PM

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Red and white

2:22 PM

Red and white

I've got so many things to do, events to attend, people to meet and so little time to blog! Anyway, this is just a list of stuff that's already happened, happening, or going to happen.

Chronologically, by date ( I promise I'll blog about it properly, okay? ) :
1. A proper post about my Macau-China-HK trip. Oh and there's loads of pics too!
2. The barbecue last Wednesday (People, I need the pictures!)
3. Transformers last Thursday (I still need the pictures from you camera-holders!)
4. Wai Ee who flew off yesterday to the Aussie, the land of koalas and kangeroos
5. Prom night which is tonight (Sigh, I do need people to start sending me pics, you know.)
6. My sister's upcoming departure back to US tomorrow

I bought a Swiss knife today and it came along with a free t-shirt. The only problem, the sizes all start from L, and not S. I guess the manufacturers and promoters assumed that only guys would buy Swiss knives. Such discrimination betul. Who says girls can't buy and use Swiss knives huh? Hmmph! And I can't wear the L shirt cause its just too freaking huge. Grrr!

I'm off for lunch. I can smell the sweet fragrance of home-cooked nasi lemak...

p/s : And yes, I sort of cheated and backdated and backtimed this post because I wanted it to be chronologically in order. Sort of lah. I always do it anyway. =p

Written on Sunday, July 01, 2007; 2:22 PM

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