twelve midnight

I'm totally whacked today, it's a strange feeling. Felt more like a ball than ever before! Adam says... you gotta push yourself to get business. Huuh?
Discovered much of secluded Singapore today on pet shop and farm visits. It's a split second feeling of cool-ness being in a multi-coloured scrub top in the midst of up-class shoppers in holland v, but when the sun comes down on you it is literally a rather hot, sweaty and dusty job.
12am, early night to crash. -.-

The Black Pearl.

Hail, ho, and a bottle of rum! To Captain Jack Sparrow!

As Mel mentioned- Jack Sparrow is absolutely irritating. And yet, still totally cool. We like him.

There was a point of time in Friendster that I had Pirates of the Carribean down as 'favourite movie'. (gee now that I'm checking, it is actually still there.) A few years after I'd written that, I looked back and wondered why, because it seems to be neither a classic nor an epic. And then I'd decided that it was because of the dog and the keys, on top of the beautiful, fiesty keira knightley and of course. Orlando Bloom. :)

I seem to be growing up though. I prefer Johnny Depp to Orlando Bloom this time round. Ugh.

Well, after watching Dead Man's Chest tonight, it all came back to me. I can't pinpoint the exact reason why it'll be one of my favourite movies of all time. But a few, probably, like the dog and his keys (set free this time!), inevitably time-transporting me back to my childhood moments in Tokyo Disneyland and that scene of a few pirates coaxing the dog to give them his keys. I vividly remember it appearing right after the boat would plunge down a short waterfall when we'd be busily drying ourselves from the splashing water and getting over the short adrenaline rush. I often wonder if the ride still exists. Apart from the reminiscence, it was all in all awesome. I relished the cinematic experience...notwithstanding slight distractions from the spine-tingling Hans Zimmer compositions sometimes.

P.S. Walt Disney Pictures has changed its opening.. er.. whatchamacallthat... trailer? Introductory scene? It used to be just that colourful little 2-D picture of a castle, but now, it's a full on 3-D bird's eye view of the castle. It's beautiful but I sort of like the old one. >.<

Luf and Eeming had gone bridesmaid dress-shopping yesterday. Is it a tinge of longing for what I've left behind in Melbourne that makes me feel just that little pang of envy? Yet on the other hand, I don't feel too much about missing out on what they have- after all, I have one of the Wong Clan here, missing out with me. (now is that selfishness or what.) But to be reminded yet again, that I have indeed left that life and unavoidably, some of the friendships, across the Indian Ocean, is once more an awakening of the senses all at once bitter, sweet, five-spiced.

half past eleven

"Yes I know. I'm fat. You're short. But I can diet."
-ML to Dane, in response to his comment after she'd weighed herself. *ouch*

So Felix didn't play with his brother's mobile phone. His brother left it lying on the table with the message open and he happened to read it. Well I shall be comforted knowing that it's the thought rather than the surprise which counts. :)

Haven't felt so exhausted in awhile. Goodnight all, I'm hitting the sack before midnight tonight.

arghs.

yes murphy loves me.
besides being confused about the 101 things I seem to have to do today and tomorrow, there needs to be an icteric husky with a you-owe-me-a-living owner who comes in at 815pm, screaming whenever you try to touch him, freaks all the other canines out, and produces a ?? blood report. Well.

*breathe*

Yup. So, even if Felix is reading this, though he has no reason to, I don't really care, because... Ruth!!! I tell ya...he was playing with Eric's phone and realised that I am going to deliver a cake. Why would anyone play with their brother's phone and read their smses? Ugh! >.<>

Not sure if this is how it looks like, but the website certainly makes me drool.
http://www.chocablock.biz





In contrast.

This was my dinner last night- the taglitalle tricalore, from the foodcourt in marina square. Shermy commented, thoughtfully kind enough after the dinner, that it looked like puke.

Faithful

Wicked ice-cream profiteroles from Bakerzin this afternoon. Savoured with mum, to the tune of Someone to Watch Over Me. :)

We browsed level 2 of Takashimaya today, a first for me! Had always thought it was an upclass taitai sort of area. But hey, there were sales. Mum roamed into the japanese-type-brand clothes section, tried on a few blouses, persuaded me to try on one, then persuaded me to buy the same blouse as her! Thank goodness, in a different colour. How strange is that! Granted, it was quite a sweet blouse. >.<

We sang a song called You Are Faithful today. It was beautiful...

You are faithful, I believe Your Word is true

You have never left You children begging

You are faithful, and my heart ascends to You

As I lift my voice to praise your name

Oh I love You no matter what I see, no matter what I hear, no matter what may seem to be

Oh I love You no matter what I know, no matter how the winds of life may blow

This one thing I know, this one thing I know, that You are faithful.

randoms

Maf & doc2 were comparing their gymed arm sizes (??) and the conversation went as follows-
doc2: "mine's bigger..."
Maf: "no mine's bigger..."
doc2: "hm. Sam, whose arms are bigger?"
Sam: "er... my thigh is bigger!"
Maf & doc2: " ... "
Sam: " Well you see. I've learnt never to come between 2 women who are arguing."

He's got a point, doesn't he. Are women that bad?



Noticed a chinese lady at the bus stop this morning with this lime green pair of shoes and stockings. Just thought it an amusing combination.




I've decided that the nonya and meat dumplings sold at the fruit shop (which we all feel is just a front for something at the back...) down the lane at Srgn Nth are the BEST ever. It's gone up by 10cents, which I thought was a lot, till I realised that it's only 10cents in 2yrs, which I suppose is ok. Much better than Glory catering at east coast...though I haven't tried the other 2 (or 3) famous dumpling shops along Joo Chiat Rd. Will do so next week!

I'm so glad my weekend's here again. I so need sleep.

Fake happiness.

"You have a tumour which causes the release of increased amounts of serotonin. This results in a false sense of euphoria. So your happiness is... fake."
-Grey's Anatomy

Well! I wouldn't mind having a tumour like that, would you?

Anyway, I've decided again that Murphy does love me. One after another, and to top off the day without a break, a lovely fat dog pyo. It was so very oily. Uuugh. >.<

Goodbye Springside!

Gotta rattle on about a few things before I forget.

Today was supposedly, my last day at Springside. Deja vu, this scenario, but it doesn't affect me half as much as my 'last day at North' did. Well I'm back to North on tuesday, and though I'm not looking foward to the convoluted 93/74 route there, I am certainly craving for uncle's bachor mee and strawberry milk ice! ^^

Went for a secondary 401 class gathering yesterday- it's been 9 years since anyone bothered to organise one! Twas surreal. More than half the class of 42 girls turned up (well done Karen!!), most of which I hadn't seen in... 9 years! Freaky thing was that everyone looked the SAME. No one grew fatter or thinner, taller or shorter, quieter or noisier. The loudest girl was still the loudest girl, the corny ones still corny, the sweet ones still sweet. And though the time spent together yesterday was short, I could catch glimpses of each individual's peculiarity, or you may call them nuances, as evident now as they were in our school days. Amazing! We are at our core, what we are, and we don't change very much even as time goes by. It was a totally lovely time of reminiscing (I didn't hear no bitching, mind you, and this is a class of girls!), lining up in class register number order (??), figuring out who was married and on the way and not. Only one of us is married, 3 engaged, and the rest... nowhere near. Ugghhh, and we're all a quarter of a century old! It must the rg culture that makes us... er.. lots. :)