DIY bungee jumping (aka my stomach turned itself inside out)

The Great Bedroom Backtrack

Lavender Bedroom

• Quoizel QR49278 La Crysta Large Mirror With 2 Lights in Gold Finch from Littman Bros, $699.99
• Marquis Antiqued Leather Upholstered Hall Chest Cabinet from Wild Orchid Quilts, $279.93
• Roost Metro Mirrors from Velocity Art and Design, $213
• Lawrence Home Fashions Lavender Dreams Duvet from The Great Indoors, $169.99
• Tuscan Gold/ Pewter 6 light Chandelier from overstock.com, $159.99
• Graphic Damask Wallpaper - York from Burke Decor, $90
• Court Of Versailles "Belle Epoque" Bath Accessories from Bloomingdales, $87.50
• French Lavender Scented Pillar Candle Gift Set from Colonial Candle, $37
• Sterling Gold Flute from Waterford, $30
• Lavender Heart-Shaped Wreath from Lillian Vernon, $10.98

On the other hand, who am I kidding - I'd love to have a glamorous bedroom like this!

Moodboards for Living

I've been playing with the moodboards on the mydeco boutique. (note: it's actually a competition) Methinks I actually have a certain style that I kind of gravitate towards. Behold:

Moodboard 1:

Red-Black-Blue

• Tabletop Fountains from Exalted Fountains, $3,625
• CONTENT BY CONRAN 59TH STREET ARMCHAIR from Conran Shop, $1,425
• Butler Handpainted Bordeaux Striped Chest from The Dresser & Chest Superstore, $1,247
• Heritage Collection Black Wood Queen Size Bed from Visiondecor, $574.99
• Hillsdale Furniture Stratton Swivel Counter Stool (4259-826) from The Bar Stool Superstore, $219
• Winsome Timer Coffee Table with Drawers and Shelf Coffee Table from The Coffee Table Superstore, $147.99
• Chinoiserie Pillows from Linenplace, $112
• Corsica Round Buttoned Cushion Pacific from etoile home, $105
• MINI QUAD BLACK ALARM CLOCK from Conran Shop, $90
• Oscar Round Cushion Black from etoile home, $45
• Oxo Softworks Click Enamel Kettle - Red from Target, $35.29
• Cow Salt and Pepper Set from Sur La Table, $9.95
• Tulip - Wall Decals Stickers Appliques Home Decor from Blancho Bedding , $8.89
• Chocolate Cherry Tomato from Gurneys, $3.99

Moodboard 2:

Living Room Casual

• Eho Studios Compact Jadea Sectional Sofa Set from One Way Furniture, $1,899
• Claw Foot Black Coffee Table from Bellacor, $448
• Cooper Classics Sunburst Gold Mirror from Cymax, $359.99
• Thomas Paul Feather Tufted Pile Rug from Velocity Art and Design, $270
• Quoizel Table Lamp in Bronze part of the Mica Naturals Collection from Lighting Catalog, $269.99
• ilMettinsieme Double Valet Clothes Stand from Colorful Styles, $262.99
• President Abraham Lincoln: Classic Art Reproduction from Design Toscano, $199
• Saucer Black/Pink Chair from The Light Shop, $175
• Alessi Mediterraneo Fruit Holder from Velocity Art and Design, $130
• Thomas O'Brien Darby Wine Decanter from Сooking, $119.95
• Winsome Capri Set Of 6 Foldable Fabric Storage Baskets - Black from Sears, $49.49
• Guinea Pig Money Box from Cath Kidston USA, $26

I don't really like styles that are overly minimalistic (e.g. all-white houses) or ornate (e.g. too many chandeliers, gilded furniture, & embroidered cushions). I kinda dig the casual-playful-eclectic styles. Something that's easy to live in.

Ah... the nesting instincts.

Sobering thought

I think I'll need to start writing more, not just assignments, but in general. I'm starting to find that writing doesn't come as easily to me as it once did. This is partly because I'm writing denser (& hopefully more sophisticated) arguments, partly because the stakes are higher and I'm therefore more cautious about what I write. But it's also because I don't write as much anymore, on my blog or for assignments. Yes, I write much longer papers now, but I don't write as MANY papers. I need to get into the habit of writing stuff / nonsense again.

I remember you as you were, Pablo Neruda

I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.

Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.

I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off:
Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house
Towards which my deep longings migrated
And my kisses fell, happy as embers.

Sky from a ship. Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.

Pablo Neruda

Lost in the Forest, Pablo Neruda

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

Pablo Neruda

Stravinsky, Petrushka

I was wondering whether Petrushka's good to have swirling around in your head while you're trying to write a bigass paper, but then I realised that I was just getting distracted from work by the thought of the music possibly distracting me from work.

11,000 words to go!

The Last Stand

What does one do when there's only 1 cookie left? Do you wait until the urge to eat it become unbearable, or do you eat it immediately so you can get cookies off your mind?

working late again

Who gets cravings for olives at 6am after staying up all (read: most of the) night?

Don't see the sorrow

Psychostick

I've been laughing my head off listening to this band my friend introduced to me.




And of course...

Working at 430am

I'm sitting at my table with a purple checkered fleece blanket wrapped around me, held fast by a glittery brooch. I'm also wearing a hairband, and am wearing argyle socks. Oh and my fingerless hobo gloves.

Cold weather makes me feel so grandmotherly. In a sort of eccentric, homeless but still somehow blingy way.

Though to tell the truth, the fleece blanket feels incredibly soft and is an wonderfully soft and pretty colour (it might be checkered, but not in a Scottish tartan way. Even though I bought it from Edinburgh Woolen Mill).

ARGH I'm so grandmotherly! Luckily I'm working late at night, so I can wander around without scaring my housemates half to death.

Incidentally (in case I haven't traumatised you enough), I came back from buying groceries today to find a gigantic half-dead earthworm smeared on my boots. It must have been more than 15cm long!

Student poverty

I just mended 2 holes in my cardigan, using sewing kits stolen from a hotel a couple of years ago.

My boots are all patched up with bits of leather, and muddy.

My coat (ok, ONE of my coats) is thrifted.

Bits of my laptop are dropping off. By the end of this year, there will only be 50% of my laptop left. The rest would have been shed like yesterday's cocoon, and a new, lighter, butterfly-laptop would have emerged. Undoubtedly at that point my laptop ver.1.1 will also have the lifespan of a butterfly. (To be specific, the lifespan of a butterfly navigating through a forest fire with little pebbles tied to each of its feet and its wings covered with petroleum. And nursing a broken heart. And failing kidneys. And no health insurance.)

This reminds me of an earlier period of student poverty, when I was mending my underwear by candle(actually, torch)light, though admittedly that was because there was a blackout in my house. Does not change fact that I was mending my own underwear because I had no money to buy new ones.

A Rainy day in Aber

It's dark and raining outside, but I'm currently sitting in what must be the coziest cafe in Aber, with the best ever cafe food... There's a couch and cushions and wireless, and I just ordered a chocolate shake!

Also, there was a little blonde girl in a pink coat with her grandma who kept smiling and waving at every single person in the cafe, hoping they would smile and wave back. I just died of cuteness...

Pyramid apartment, Seattle + Cool video

This is absolutely the coolest-ever apartment I know.

Also, extremely cool stuff (trust me):

More Music - Terra Naomi

More and more and more and more music!

The trouble with waking up at midnight and not being able to go back to sleep... I end up looking for music and getting obsessed about music and getting frustrated that I have to be passive in the musical process because I can't reproduce the music or create more music or share the music with anyone in the middle of the night except through a very non-interactive blog.

Apart from Lana Del Rey (aka psychotic songstress to some of you), I've also been listening to Kathleen Battle.



Battle also sang one of the tunes in the soundtrack of House of the Flying Daggers:



I watched that movie recently, and to be honest, wasn't a great fan. Martial arts-deception-romance-tragedy movies have been done, and done better. And while I love the song, it's somehow disconcerting to have an English song in a Chinese period movie.

Slightly obsessed

(T_T)

I pulled an all-nighter! I feel young again (thanks to 2 cans of Red Bull)!

I also feel vaguely depressed, having submitted yet another crappy piece of work.

Sad post

The soul wants what it wants, until it does not.

Not that my relationship has ended, far from it I hope. But I can relate to the strange sparseness when life changes and people are far away. Do I still remember how to be a girlfriend? I try, I try very hard indeed. But how was it like before? What was life like before blurry videos on Skype and offline messages on MSN? I'm not sure anymore.

From half a world away

It's a strange feeling trying to listen to the boyfriend's interview via online radio from half a world away. It doesn't help that my internet connection just happens to be shit today, or that I'm dead tired, or that I'm super stressed out. It's sort of depressing actually. :(

Buffering... buffering... buffering...

LDRs suck big-time.

Deranged but wonderful & cute song

I live in a pretty town

Today was the first time since coming back that I had a good walk around town. I keep forgetting how pretty Aber is! It's such a pretty little town, and the seaside is gorgeous.

It's a bit cloudy & cold & windy today, so I was sitting by the window in a cosy little cafe with a hot mug of tea, watching people/scenery, listening to music, and erm... doing work. I'm so glad Aber is so pretty!

(I hate the pigeons here though. They're practically mini-vultures, what with the ravenous eyeing of my food and all. It's tea, you bird brains! You don't drink tea do you? ... or do you...?)

Doing work while grouchy

When I'm working while feeling a bit down and out, things like this REALLY piss me off: "The first is the structural poverty of the African continent. By structural poverty, we refer to the lack of structures, both concrete and ideological, that function to ensure social continuity."

The offending phrase is 'structural poverty'. 'Structural poverty' could mean economic poverty caused by structural factors, but the author uses it to mean the poverty of structures, in which case shouldn't he have used something like 'lack of structural capacity'????? Or why didn't he just use 'lack of structures'???? Save himself having to define it again in the next line? What benefit is there in using 'structural poverty'? In any case his definition is so broad that it covers everything - policy structures, administrative structures, transport and communications, legal structures, political structures, social structures, ideological structures. Plus what do you mean by 'ensuring social continuity'????? Geographically? Temporally? What is social continuity anyway? You might as well draw a smiley face in place of all that crap.

Sometimes the quality of articles in supposedly academic journals is horrendous. I need to smash my head against a wall. Admittedly I have to find a hard enough wall.

Today it seems as if the whole world has forgotten how to use their brain and mouths (and pens. and handphones) at the same time. *glares at LSB*

Also, typos! What are typos doing in a peer-reviewed journal?????? It's typos galore here! Wth!

Have finished reading the whole article, and am still disgusted. He starts off with talking about various strands of Pan-Africanism, gives us a whole list of difficulties with African integration, and his conclusion has no relation to what he's talked about earlier. It's a version of 'I argue X because of A, B, C, unfortunately, A, B, & C are irrelevant to my argument'.

Today had better not get any worse.

Rainy days and Bach's Chaconne

Not that I really know what Bach intended for his Chaconne, but for some reason for me it's always been a lament about mortality. Bach's Chaconne conjures images of an old cathedral, a solemn funeral, gloomy skies and the cemetary at Salzburg that I visited on a cold and rainy summer day that had so many old tombstones and brilliantly colourful flowers.

Today's a rainy day as well, and I'm vegging in my mum's room with the huge windows and looking out at tree branches swaying in the breeze, grey skies, and a half-hearted drizzle. Perfect Chaconne weather.

Can we date?

The Morning News answers the age-old question!

Also, Service held in memory of Kent's giant carp. Gosh, I don't know if carp is good eating, but did no one look at that fish and think BIG FOOD?

WW2 on facebook

(courtesy of LSB)

(& Collegehumor. Yes...)

a modern adaptation of world war II for the american teenager.

A book I now REALLY want to read

Packing for Mars by Mary Roach

From one reviewer (accessible via above link):

I had just taken a shower and washed my hair and I sat down to read the chapter about how filthy astronauts become after weeks or months in space with no access to personal hygiene. Disintegrating underwear! Toxic BO! E coli bacteria that migrates INTO THEIR EYEBALLS. I'm not kidding, I had to get up and take another shower.

On the resolution of the 2nd Cold War

Finally, FINALLY the Accommodation Office says yes to something. At one point I thought that even if I'd emailed offering to donate a thousand dollars, no conditions attached, they'd brusquely reject my offer.

I recall being absolutely upset when I wasn't allowed to apply for citizenship. It wasn't so much that I was dying to get the citizenship, and more because the rules felt so ridiculous at that point. I'd lived in Singapore all my life, I felt Singaporean - probably more so than some Singaporeans, I had an absolutely clean record, I'd definitely be able to get a job when I graduated, and there was no question that Singapore wanted me. It just didn't make sense to me at that time that I had to get some sort of income before applying - especially since this requirement was not published anywhere on their website or application procedures (as far as I know).

Of course now having worked in the civil service for a while, I get why they'd put this requirement in place. Nevertheless.

Usually it's tremendously difficult for me to get really angry and upset over anything (LSB doesn't count), but when there's a lethal combination of: 1) rules that seem senseless and overly rigid; 2) people who are indifferent and inflexible, something just snaps inside. I can stay up all night fantasising about how to destroy these bloody rules and institutions and wreak sweet sweet vengeance on these poker-faced bureaucrats. I cannot do my own work because I literally see red, my correspondence with the offending bureaucrats becomes increasing accusatory and confrontational, I start talking about things like 'student welfare' and 'professionalism' and 'service standards', and basically, do very little to help my case. I actually had to stop checking my email at night because if I got an email from the Accommodation Office, I knew I would get so frustrated I wouldn't be able to sleep.

More importantly, I get very depressed as well. The thing is, I don't like being confrontational, not because I'm afraid of the consequences or anything like that. It's more because being nasty makes me feel nasty. When I have to fight to get what I want because I feel that the people dealing with my case won't help me unless forced to, it reminds me that the vast, vast majority of people in the world don't give a shit if I die tomorrow. If I want others to make an effort for me, I have to coerce them to. If one day I find myself powerless, I would also be helpless, and without hope. I hate those thoughts. I prefer the illusion that even if one day I find myself down and out, there will be people who would try to help. Basically, I don't like reality very much.

To the Accommodation Office

Quite basically, thank you for being inflexible, unhelpful, indifferent assholes.

note from LSB's book

"Guha thought of consciousness - and therefore of peasant subjecthood - as something immanent in the very practies of peasant insurgency. Elementary Aspects is a study of the practices of insurgent peasants in colonial India, not of a reified category called consciousness. The aim of the book was to bring out the collective imagination inherent in the practices of peasant rebellion. Guha makes no claim that the insurgent consciousness that he discusses is indeed conscious, that it existed inside the heasd of peasants. He does not equate consciousness with the subject's view of himself. Rather, he examines rebel practices to decipher the particular relationship - between elites and subalterns and among subalterns themselves - that are acted out in them and then attempts to derive from these relationships the elementary structure, as it were, of the consciousness or imagination inherent in those relationships."

- Dipesh Chakrabarty, Habitations of Modernity, pp.15-16

Funny + Sad

Wayward Alzheimer's patients foiled by fake bus stop

The idea emerged after the centre was forced to rely on police to retrieve patients who wanted to return to their homes and families but had forgotten that in many cases neither existed any longer.

Right now, this resonates. (& I'm too lazy to write my own post, so I'm quoting)

From CitizenoftheMonth:

I don’t enjoy being pushy. In fact I hate when circumstances force me to do that. It makes me reflect on other parts of my life, as if you are alone in this world, and no one really gives a shit, so you have to force your way into getting what you want. I don’t want to live my life that way.

No doubt LSB will be surprised I think that way. It's also the reason I hate networking. But dammit if I'm going to back down on this accommodation issue without telling them exactly what I think of them!

Need to stop

At some point I should stop watching Top Gear. Then again, they're in their 15th season. Top Gear is the most brilliant show in the world.

Link to another blog

The link

Title of this post: Hey, I'm a literal sort of person.

Favourite line: "there are things you can’t say. you don’t get to take back ten years, whatever your paltry reasons."

There are always things you can't say. Sometimes it's better not to say them, sometimes you don't have the right to say them. Sometimes, by saying them, you negate them. Silences are so complex and lonely. I think they are the hardest things in the world to maintain.

In other news:



(Just so you know, the reporter is apparently his girlfriend.)

If all World Cups end like this, football would have many more female fans.

Summer in Aber - Sea and Castle Ruins

Plus two of the pubs we frequent:

On football

Most of you will know that I'm not much of an underdog person. I always think the underdog has less to lose, you know?

Anyway, what I wanted to talk about is goalkeepers. I've always thought goalkeepers are really tragic. If the opposition scores a goal, they can't escape blame; if their own side scores a goal, they seldom have any part in it. There's something very tragic and heroic in the way they launch themselves in the way of incoming balls. It's almost as if they are the willing sacrificial lambs of the game. I would totally run away because I'd be afraid of getting hit by the balls. I'd make a lousy goalkeeper because I'd rather concede a goal than get hit by the ball. In truth, I'd make a lousy footballer because I'm afraid of balls that fly too fast and hard. Unless somebody invented slow-motion football.

I've discovered that I don't like things that fly, especially insects. I'm much more comfortable with insects that crawl, as long as they don't crawl very fast. Or maybe I just don't like things that move fast.

This article amuses me to no end. Go World Cup!

Hysterical, deluded and thoroughly English

"Unlike the English the French are able to switch off the team when they're angry with it. People are disgusted. But they don't go into the anguish of looking at the country as a whole. They just say the team are horrible people."

Not only do the English never learn. They appear to thrive on the masochism of outlandish hope followed by tragic defeat, he argues.

"I think people enjoy the ritual. Every four years it happens and takes you back to previous tournaments. It's a communal moment, people sharing the pain with each other at the bus stop. It's that thing about big World Cup games that end in tragedy - usually on penalties, ideally to Germany."

Nature is for laughs

Doubt

Just watched Doubt, which I'd always meant to watch but somehow never did. Wonderful film & extremely talented actors, though a bit too sombre for my mood today.

Also, I never thought I'd say this, but isn't football such a lovely sport?

It's slightly perverse. I hadn't touched my violin for months until the day I put it in storage. While waiting for the guys (actually, a lady. gal power!) to pick up my stuff, I played it in the kitchen (most of my housemates had already moved out anyway, and I also muted my violin), and it felt so good. And now that it's safely in storage and I can't get at it, I'm longing to play my violin. I know I'm crap at the violin, but there's something about the intimacy and closeness of the violin that the piano (or guitar!!!!!) can't replicate. It's almost like having a 2nd voice. Argh I need to just fall asleep and stop torturing myself.

slacking

It's absolutely lovely living by the sea (I mean, within walking distance of the sea). The weather has been wonderful and I have acquired an SG-worthy tan. It's so hard to stay in my room when the sun's shining outside, so I've developed a habit of going out to the sea in the afternoon and pretending to work there. And now that I've bought sunglasses, cap, and flip flops that I can actually wear outside, I'm less likely to totter home suffering from heat stroke, but much much more likely to skip my way home with sandy toes. I love Aber in the summer! The sea quite literally shimmers, and there're plenty of people walking their dogs at the beach, and it's nothing like those dreary winter months at all!



The beach is a lot busier than it seems in this picture. That's partly because I don't want anyone to think I'm taking pics of any of the bikini babes/topless hunks lying around, so I take pictures at the more deserted parts of the beach.

I used to 'work' in Spoon's when the weather was colder:



Now I 'work' by the sea:



Oh, and ice-cream by the sea? Heaven.

Yay girly mags!

Mags here are great! I bought a mag at 3.60GBP, and I got a 50ml shower gel (which smells great, by the way), a perfume sample (albeit the headache-inducing Alien), and a cappucino sample! My (new!) roommates got another mag for 2GBP, & got a Benefit eye-brightener (some makeup thingy), full size! So exciting!

Paralysis by analysis - Being your own Hamlet (why leave Hamlet to the actors?)

I hate marking essays.

I love House.

I have an assignment deadline on the 8th.

I need to finish marking by the 9th.

I'm not going to finish marking anytime soon.

What's Your Secret?

Fifty People One Question :: PostSecret: Confessions On Life, Death & God

In embarrassing music phase

David Ford: I Don't Care What You Call Me

I wanted to say something about the lyrics, but couldn't think of anything other than 'brilliant' and 'very genuine' and 'very real' and 'we've all been there before', which makes me sound like a talent show judge. I think I've no choice but to go with 'ouch'.

Incidentally, I have a presentation tomorrow which I haven't prepared for (oh damn, it's past midnight here, so that makes it today), which is why I'm surfing the net and blogging about songs.

New Favourite Song - David Ford: Cheer Up (You Miserable Fuck)

Still alive and kicking

Just finished my first year presentation yesterday, which didn't go too badly.

It's getting much warmer now, which is good, except there are now many many huge insects flying about and getting into the house. Not so good.

I can't believe I'm approaching the end of my first year... I feel as if I haven't done anything!

Country Roads

I was feeling a little troubled, so I randomly wandered down a lane behind my house today.



It was a (relatively) warm and sunny day, so the view was pretty good.







P.S. I actually have clearer pictures, but I'm developing a fondness for the blurry ones...

Sunset, Aberystwyth

So I was brisk walking down to library in order to return overdue books before the library closed, and walked into yet another glorious Aberystwyth sunset. Sunsets in Aberystwyth are generally rather glorious.

Yesterday, my friend was telling me about his trip to a waterfall somewhere in Latin America (I forget where). He was telling me how magical it was, because he was standing in the spray, totally soaked, and the sunlight was refracting off the water droplets, and it was like standing in the middle of a rainbow. His friend had tried to take pictures of everything, but they never came out. This was a memory he would carry with him to the end of his life, he said.

My campus is on top of a hill facing the sea. In front of the library, there is a large square with a beautiful view of the sea. It was Sunday evening, so the square was pretty deserted, except for a handful of people, quietly standing and looking at the sunset. This is the sun setting over the Irish Sea, and it's just one of those views that remind me how freaking beautiful our world can be. The entire sky is painted in shades of orange and purple and pink and remnants of blue. It's been a clear day, so there're only a few wispy clouds. Away from the blazing sun, in one corner of the sky, there's a crescent moon. The trees are mostly still bare, and the branches look as if they're glowing with some inner fire. The sea is shimmering, and you can see the now-familiar silhouettes of Aberystwyth town, the Old College, and castle ruins bathed in light. A flock of birds flies past, and you can hear the seagulls calling. Two planes pass by, probably heading to Ireland, with their trails catching the light and turning orange-red, and they look like two fiery comets streaking across the sky. It is a view to break your heart. I reach for my handphone to take a picture, and realise that I've left it at home.

Sometimes Aberystwyth can be a dreary town. It's cold and windy, the hill is an ass to climb, and there's really nothing much to do. But there is space here. I constantly look up at the sky because I'm always surprised by how vast the sky is. Under this sky, I could be anyone I want. I could fail and drop out and disappear if I wanted to. I could travel to any corner of the earth I liked. And there are glorious sunsets.

Except... except sometimes you can't have both love and freedom, and the most magical moments are those you fail to capture and keep.

Lalala

More flowers from LSB sitting on my desk.

More flowers from LSB!

This time instead of soft white and pink roses and lilies and carnations, they're a bouquet of many cheerful candy colours. They're on my study table now!

You know you're a post-grad with a deadline when...

You're faced with a choice between moldy bread, cooking, and starving.

Faced with a choice of moldy bread, cooking, or starving, you choose moldy bread.

(You can afford to die, but you can't afford to buy more food or the time taken to buy more food. Or cook.)

(You try to tear away the little blue spots first though. You are a highly intelligent post-grad after all.)

You're faced with a choice between expired milk and vodka.

(Red Bull ran out.)

Faced with a choice between expired milk and vodka, you choose expired milk.

(Because vodka's not a good idea when you're trying to write. Post-grad smarts again!)

Guess who's visiting the doctor tomorrow?

Les Fleurs

I got flowers from LSB! Lalalalala...

I need civilization!

2 of my housemates decided to grab me and carry me out of the kitchen in a misguided attempt to get me to go work at the computer room. I haven't been manhandled like that in years! Barbarians! Argh!

Pre- (that's an assumption) work entry

Oh god, when will they kick me out for not doing any work? I think instant noodles are in order.

[PAUSE]

I've been running around like a headless chicken high on a concoction of party drugs and a floral bouquet of many bottles of wines. And restless chicken toes.

Definitely restless chicken toes.

My mum has tried to convince me to bring a (bulb? blob? bazooka?) of garlic back to Aber/Abby.

I'm sitting back and absorbing that fact for a minute or so.

Abby has the ruins of a castle, but I don't think they're big on vampires. Can't imagine vampire with Welsh accent.

My dad bought me a humongous box of love letters, being unhappily deluded that my minuscule luggage has space for anything other than the dead cat and its resident maggots that I'm already carrying.

I dearly wanted to buy a dried lizard for my housemate. What would I say when they check my baggage though? That's the question.

"That's Robert. Kicked the bucket when a big bottle of ketchup fell on him. I dried him out and take him wherever I go. Can't do without him, the darling. Smells of tomatoes though. Good thing I like ketchup."

I like to fill my luggage with dead animals.

I was sitting in Coffee Bean trying to study, when this 3 year old girl next to me suddenly clutched at her heart, stared sorrowfully into the middle distance, and started singing. It was fairly tuneless singing, but it might have been My Way. Emo kids start young.

I traipsed all over Singapore today carrying my laptop. I got home without so much as tenderly caressing the keyboard.

I don't have time to do any work. My hair keeps falling out. I think they're abandoning ship.

[PLAY]

Lesson of 2009

Guess what happens when you apply heavy duty sunblock everywhere except the area around your eyes?