The Cat has figured out how to open the toilet door. It has tasted freedom and now refuses to be locked up in a spacious toilet with everything it needs. No, that is no longer enough; it now wants the Dining Table, the Full Length Curtains, and my Shoe Bag.
It's now a free cat, roaming our house as it likes.
Intuition and I are defeated by HoudiMimi, a scarily smart cat that has figured out the intricacies of The Toilet Door and The Storeroom Door.
It responds to scoldings by acting super duper cute, such that we will drop our harsh tone and succumb to its charms, dropping to our knees, scratching its chin, saying "ooohhh you sho cute, you sho cute..."
We're so doomed.
13 May 2010
05 May 2010
The New (Temporary) Member of the Family
Life has changed over the weekend. The Husband and I now have a crippling addiction to the awesome game, Plants Vs Zombies, and there is a new member to our small household -- a cat. Well, to be sure, it's a temporary resident that is renting our common toilet for about 2 months, but still, it's an adjustment for us.
Pre-cat era, The Husband and I languish in bed in the mornings until it's absolutely crucial to get up to get to work at all; now we get up earlier to change kitty litter, give it some food and affection, sweep up the scattered kitty litter around the bathroom floor and let it roam around the house. Pre-cat era, we didn't care what time we got home, as long as we get some sleep that night; now, we make sure we're home earlier to pander to the needs and wants of Queen Cat, clearing up her mess and giving her affection according to her demands.
My mum, the faithful Nagger and Naysayer, tells me that my house will be covered in fur and given the track record I've had with housework, she predicts that the value of my flat will depreciate drastically due to the fur and cat smell that will linger on til Kingdom comes. My dad says, with both hands raised, "as long as it remains YOUR problem and not MY problem."
I asked friends who keep cats, how do they deal with the fur? The most honest answer I've gotten is: "Cats and fur come together. Don't fight it, it's not worth it. Fur always wins." Well, now.
How did the cat end up on our lap? A friend of a friend has a housing issue and needs to keep the cat somewhere temporarily. My friend then asked me if I'd like to keep itand I said ok, let's give it a try. I honestly don't know why he approached me in the first place, since I've never kept any pets, and the only time I've demonstrated any affinity to cats is when I pet strays. Coincidentally, a few weeks earlier, I was smsing The Husband, saying that in this lifetime, it'll be nice to have kept a dog, a cat, and to raise about two kids. So when the opportunity came to test drive this dream, we took it!
Some fun facts:
- The cat is named Mimi, but The Husband wants to rename it "Cleopatra, The Sun Goddess", inspired by the regal way she claimed the kitchen rug for herself when she reclined on it.
- It looks an awful lot like Puss from Shrek, especially the gorgeous green eyes.
- It likes to squeeze inside shoeboxes, low shelves and dark corners. It's also partial to hiding behind curtains. SO ADORABLE.
In the mean time, I've got friends who are now asking to visit to see the cat. Not because they want to visit us. Because. Of. The Cat. It makes me wonder about the friends we have and the company we keep.
Pre-cat era, The Husband and I languish in bed in the mornings until it's absolutely crucial to get up to get to work at all; now we get up earlier to change kitty litter, give it some food and affection, sweep up the scattered kitty litter around the bathroom floor and let it roam around the house. Pre-cat era, we didn't care what time we got home, as long as we get some sleep that night; now, we make sure we're home earlier to pander to the needs and wants of Queen Cat, clearing up her mess and giving her affection according to her demands.
My mum, the faithful Nagger and Naysayer, tells me that my house will be covered in fur and given the track record I've had with housework, she predicts that the value of my flat will depreciate drastically due to the fur and cat smell that will linger on til Kingdom comes. My dad says, with both hands raised, "as long as it remains YOUR problem and not MY problem."
I asked friends who keep cats, how do they deal with the fur? The most honest answer I've gotten is: "Cats and fur come together. Don't fight it, it's not worth it. Fur always wins." Well, now.
How did the cat end up on our lap? A friend of a friend has a housing issue and needs to keep the cat somewhere temporarily. My friend then asked me if I'd like to keep itand I said ok, let's give it a try. I honestly don't know why he approached me in the first place, since I've never kept any pets, and the only time I've demonstrated any affinity to cats is when I pet strays. Coincidentally, a few weeks earlier, I was smsing The Husband, saying that in this lifetime, it'll be nice to have kept a dog, a cat, and to raise about two kids. So when the opportunity came to test drive this dream, we took it!
Some fun facts:
- The cat is named Mimi, but The Husband wants to rename it "Cleopatra, The Sun Goddess", inspired by the regal way she claimed the kitchen rug for herself when she reclined on it.
- It looks an awful lot like Puss from Shrek, especially the gorgeous green eyes.
- It likes to squeeze inside shoeboxes, low shelves and dark corners. It's also partial to hiding behind curtains. SO ADORABLE.
In the mean time, I've got friends who are now asking to visit to see the cat. Not because they want to visit us. Because. Of. The Cat. It makes me wonder about the friends we have and the company we keep.
14 April 2010
Happy birthday to Mum!
It's my mum's birthday today.
I remember one fateful year, on a particularly bad day at home when everyone was stepping on everyone's toes and yelling matches between my mum and I escalated to total icy silence at the dinner table, punctuated by the obligatory banging of bowls to signify how angry we both were, which was suddenly broken when she started crying silently. *Stunned, guilty, very very guilty silence.* And she finally stammered out "It's... my birthday today. And nobody remembered."
O_O
*frantic secret smses to the Brother, who was out on a date, saying "COME HOME NOW EMERGENCY BUY CAKE MUM'S BDAY NO ONE REMEMBERED. HURRY SHE'S CRYING."*
You bet your last dollar that we'll remember her birthday every darn year from then on. And you bet we overcompensated the following year, replete with an expensive surprise birthday cake at Grandma's and many many hugs and kisses and well wishes. Of course, every year she would remind us of the horrible time when we forgot her birthday, but that's another story altogether.
So I'd just like to put it on record that I have the best mum in the world, who taught me not to waste time on self pity, who taught me to always look on the bright side of things and to be positive no matter what. The mum who taught me the importance of lovely bags and shoes, and demonstrated how a wardrobe full of classic pieces is more lasting and classy than trendy cheap chic clothes. I've also picked up bad habits from her, such as sleeping really late and obsessively trying to top our personal Bejewelled high scores. I've inherited her sweet smile and short stumpy legs, as well as her love for nail polish and several of her branded bags. I can't imagine my world without her and am proud to call her my mum.
Happy birthday mum. I love you!
I remember one fateful year, on a particularly bad day at home when everyone was stepping on everyone's toes and yelling matches between my mum and I escalated to total icy silence at the dinner table, punctuated by the obligatory banging of bowls to signify how angry we both were, which was suddenly broken when she started crying silently. *Stunned, guilty, very very guilty silence.* And she finally stammered out "It's... my birthday today. And nobody remembered."
O_O
*frantic secret smses to the Brother, who was out on a date, saying "COME HOME NOW EMERGENCY BUY CAKE MUM'S BDAY NO ONE REMEMBERED. HURRY SHE'S CRYING."*
You bet your last dollar that we'll remember her birthday every darn year from then on. And you bet we overcompensated the following year, replete with an expensive surprise birthday cake at Grandma's and many many hugs and kisses and well wishes. Of course, every year she would remind us of the horrible time when we forgot her birthday, but that's another story altogether.
So I'd just like to put it on record that I have the best mum in the world, who taught me not to waste time on self pity, who taught me to always look on the bright side of things and to be positive no matter what. The mum who taught me the importance of lovely bags and shoes, and demonstrated how a wardrobe full of classic pieces is more lasting and classy than trendy cheap chic clothes. I've also picked up bad habits from her, such as sleeping really late and obsessively trying to top our personal Bejewelled high scores. I've inherited her sweet smile and short stumpy legs, as well as her love for nail polish and several of her branded bags. I can't imagine my world without her and am proud to call her my mum.
Happy birthday mum. I love you!
22 February 2010
My Bad (Spelling)
I am a bad person.
I do bad things behind people’s back and sometimes, I don’t feel the least bit sorry about it.
One of the bad things I like to do is to write down words that they enunciate wrongly, spelling it according to how they pronounce, and then laugh about it after that.
No, I still don’t feel bad. It must be because I’m not a good person.
Here is a list I gathered from a meeting. I wrote this list down so that I won’t fall asleep in front of him.
- Bacheror
- Examper
- Pwojecks
- Exproar
- Poposal
- Dispray
- Principers
- Directioner sign
- Letail hosplitality
- Projek lrelevant to industly
- Interear design
- We hap velly gud prace
Edit: Here is another that grates on my ears, but not from the said meeting...
- Valemtime's Day
I do bad things behind people’s back and sometimes, I don’t feel the least bit sorry about it.
One of the bad things I like to do is to write down words that they enunciate wrongly, spelling it according to how they pronounce, and then laugh about it after that.
No, I still don’t feel bad. It must be because I’m not a good person.
Here is a list I gathered from a meeting. I wrote this list down so that I won’t fall asleep in front of him.
- Bacheror
- Examper
- Pwojecks
- Exproar
- Poposal
- Dispray
- Principers
- Directioner sign
- Letail hosplitality
- Projek lrelevant to industly
- Interear design
- We hap velly gud prace
Edit: Here is another that grates on my ears, but not from the said meeting...
- Valemtime's Day
11 February 2010
CNY Craziness (My Dad Wants Out.)
CNY is so much work, I cannot believe it. Spring cleaning is a way to get me the toned arms I've always wanted, but it ruins nails like nothing else can. Oh, and the whole giving ang-paos business? After a while, you'll just get immune to dishing out cash.
Supermarkets and wet-markets are jam packed with people; nail-salons and hair salons have all jacked up their prices by 20-40%, the opportunists that they are; and my dad is running my errands for me. Oh, the spoilt princess that I am.
Me: *in my sweetest voice* Dad, are you going to buy groceries these few days?
He: Yes I am. Why?
Me: I'm stuck at work. Can you possibly help me get some stuff?
He: Ok can. Sms me what you want.
Me: *via sms* can u help me buy this, this, this, that & the other? oh n some more of etc etc...
(1 hour later...)
Me: *over the phone* Have you received my sms?
He: Yes.
Me: How? Can?
He: I thought you have a market downstairs? Why can't you get some of it?
Me: ... Ok can, I'll get it on Saturday.
He: ... Saturday? But... Saturday...
*pause*
He: Ok ok I get what I can for you. After that I resign from being your daddy! I don't want to be your daddy anymore! Ok bye.
*click... doot... doot...*
Supermarkets and wet-markets are jam packed with people; nail-salons and hair salons have all jacked up their prices by 20-40%, the opportunists that they are; and my dad is running my errands for me. Oh, the spoilt princess that I am.
Me: *in my sweetest voice* Dad, are you going to buy groceries these few days?
He: Yes I am. Why?
Me: I'm stuck at work. Can you possibly help me get some stuff?
He: Ok can. Sms me what you want.
Me: *via sms* can u help me buy this, this, this, that & the other? oh n some more of etc etc...
(1 hour later...)
Me: *over the phone* Have you received my sms?
He: Yes.
Me: How? Can?
He: I thought you have a market downstairs? Why can't you get some of it?
Me: ... Ok can, I'll get it on Saturday.
He: ... Saturday? But... Saturday...
*pause*
He: Ok ok I get what I can for you. After that I resign from being your daddy! I don't want to be your daddy anymore! Ok bye.
*click... doot... doot...*
03 February 2010
01 February 2010
Unrequited Love
Blur Friend: your most recent blog post was hilarious
Me: LOL! i didn't even realise until she stared at me dumbfounded!! she almost was like... "but but... but i don't love you!"
She: ROFL! kai, you must stop confessing to your female friends! this is the second time i know of that u've been rejected
Me: omg yes i realise
Me: 1st was youuuuu!!!
Me: HOW YOU BROKE MY HEART!
She: bwahahahahahahah
She: ROFL
She: better tell u soon than to have u labour under a false impression
She: as the Chinese saying goes, 长痛不如短痛
She: ROFL
Me: THAAAANKS T_T
Background Story:
I was on the bus the other day--in fact, it was last year--and the bumpy journey led to my fats jiggling in a most discomforting manner.
I texted Blur Friend:
"I'm so grossed out I can feel my fats jiggling on the bus ride!!"
To which she replied:
"Bad bus driver..."
To which I replied:
"I love you."
To which she replied:
"I'm sorry but you're not my type."
Me: LOL! i didn't even realise until she stared at me dumbfounded!! she almost was like... "but but... but i don't love you!"
She: ROFL! kai, you must stop confessing to your female friends! this is the second time i know of that u've been rejected
Me: omg yes i realise
Me: 1st was youuuuu!!!
Me: HOW YOU BROKE MY HEART!
She: bwahahahahahahah
She: ROFL
She: better tell u soon than to have u labour under a false impression
She: as the Chinese saying goes, 长痛不如短痛
She: ROFL
Me: THAAAANKS T_T
Background Story:
I was on the bus the other day--in fact, it was last year--and the bumpy journey led to my fats jiggling in a most discomforting manner.
I texted Blur Friend:
"I'm so grossed out I can feel my fats jiggling on the bus ride!!"
To which she replied:
"Bad bus driver..."
To which I replied:
"I love you."
To which she replied:
"I'm sorry but you're not my type."
30 January 2010
Say What?
Dear Self,
When talking about bands and music,
after a pause in the conversation,
it might be a good idea to give some context
before declaring to your female friend while looking at her straight in the eyes,
"I love U2."
It leads to bewilderment, followed by embarrassment, and also mass hysteria.
When talking about bands and music,
after a pause in the conversation,
it might be a good idea to give some context
before declaring to your female friend while looking at her straight in the eyes,
"I love U2."
It leads to bewilderment, followed by embarrassment, and also mass hysteria.
19 January 2010
Guest post: Tale as old as time...
A Christmas tale, as told by Intuition ; )
I was talking to my colleague, and this exchange took place:
Intuition: Did I tell you I was thinking of getting an Xbox? Well I just did, and boy am I feeling buyer’s remorse
Colleague: Tsk. Was wife involved in decision?
I: Oh yes she was, she gave permission for me to buy for her to give me for Christmas
C: Then it’s alright. You didn’t buy it. She did. Therefore, logically, no buyer’s remorse as far as you’re concerned.
I: Wow, that just made all the guilt go away; You’re a genius!
C: Ah. It is a very old solution. C.f. Genesis “The woman gave it to me, and I did eat”.
I was talking to my colleague, and this exchange took place:
Intuition: Did I tell you I was thinking of getting an Xbox? Well I just did, and boy am I feeling buyer’s remorse
Colleague: Tsk. Was wife involved in decision?
I: Oh yes she was, she gave permission for me to buy for her to give me for Christmas
C: Then it’s alright. You didn’t buy it. She did. Therefore, logically, no buyer’s remorse as far as you’re concerned.
I: Wow, that just made all the guilt go away; You’re a genius!
C: Ah. It is a very old solution. C.f. Genesis “The woman gave it to me, and I did eat”.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."
As usual, I'm fashionably late. To my credit, it is still January 2010.
2009 was a crazy year for me.
When I was standing at the brink of the beginning of 2009, I had some idea of what it would bring. I was getting married in February 2009. I was going to shift to my new apartment. I had just started work at X Company. I didn't know I was going to change jobs in June 2009, which brought new adventures that I'll keep offline.
At the start of 2009, one of my few close friends left the country. This year, I'm hoping to visit her in the faraway land she flew off to =)
I started anew on some old hobbies of mine, most notably drawing. In 2007 and 2008, I focused more on playing the guitar, but that took a step back in mid-2008 and I've not resumed the level of commitment since, except for playing at home for my own consumption. Oh, but drawing... that's my first love amongst all my hobbies and I think it always will be, considering I was a doodler before I was a reader or a guitarist.
As for writing, I think I express myself better through writing than through verbal speech, except when I'm very very emotional, which hardly ever happens. As an angsty teen, when I quarreled with my mum, she'd win any verbal argument. Until I got fed up and wrote to her a long letter detailing why she's a terrible mum and why I'm so misunderstood :P LOL I wonder if she still keeps those love letters ; )
Back to drawing though. 2009 was a milestone for my drawing because I started on some lessons with my long-suffering Shifu who taught me caricature drawing way back when. This time, he got me started on live drawing. For those who are not familiar, live drawing is figure drawing, which is drawing nudes, male or female. This has led to several rather interesting conversations I've had with people who can't believe that I would do something as sleazy as gaze upon a nekkid body for 3hours with a group of like-minded people.
For instance, my young colleague looked through my sketchbook and proclaimed for all within earshot to hear, "These are screenshots of p0rn! What have you been looking at? TSK TSK TSK look at all these!" *flips through book loudly*
In another instance, Intuition was explaining my absence to a gathering which clashed with my class, and a (rather conservative) friend wanted to find out more:
He: Quirkie can't make it tonight cos she has drawing classes.
She: Oh really? What class is she taking?
He: She's doing live drawing.
She: Oh that sounds like fun! What happens in the class?
He: The model... poses, and then they draw the model.
She: Oh wow! Can I be a model?
He: ... ermmm *not wanting to embarrass her, says* it's a pretty niche thing.
Another one involved an sms exchange between a friend and I:
His sms:
To which I replied:
Me: Unless Y Organization increases my pay, I won't draw them with clothes on.
He: ... I'll let her know.
Me: Thanks. I can be persuaded.
He: You know, in a sense, one of the mascots is kinda like my avatar. So if you draw him nekkid, you're drawing me nekkid.
Me: OW STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP
He: Just so you know.
2009 was a crazy year for me.
When I was standing at the brink of the beginning of 2009, I had some idea of what it would bring. I was getting married in February 2009. I was going to shift to my new apartment. I had just started work at X Company. I didn't know I was going to change jobs in June 2009, which brought new adventures that I'll keep offline.
At the start of 2009, one of my few close friends left the country. This year, I'm hoping to visit her in the faraway land she flew off to =)
I started anew on some old hobbies of mine, most notably drawing. In 2007 and 2008, I focused more on playing the guitar, but that took a step back in mid-2008 and I've not resumed the level of commitment since, except for playing at home for my own consumption. Oh, but drawing... that's my first love amongst all my hobbies and I think it always will be, considering I was a doodler before I was a reader or a guitarist.
As for writing, I think I express myself better through writing than through verbal speech, except when I'm very very emotional, which hardly ever happens. As an angsty teen, when I quarreled with my mum, she'd win any verbal argument. Until I got fed up and wrote to her a long letter detailing why she's a terrible mum and why I'm so misunderstood :P LOL I wonder if she still keeps those love letters ; )
Back to drawing though. 2009 was a milestone for my drawing because I started on some lessons with my long-suffering Shifu who taught me caricature drawing way back when. This time, he got me started on live drawing. For those who are not familiar, live drawing is figure drawing, which is drawing nudes, male or female. This has led to several rather interesting conversations I've had with people who can't believe that I would do something as sleazy as gaze upon a nekkid body for 3hours with a group of like-minded people.
For instance, my young colleague looked through my sketchbook and proclaimed for all within earshot to hear, "These are screenshots of p0rn! What have you been looking at? TSK TSK TSK look at all these!" *flips through book loudly*
In another instance, Intuition was explaining my absence to a gathering which clashed with my class, and a (rather conservative) friend wanted to find out more:
He: Quirkie can't make it tonight cos she has drawing classes.
She: Oh really? What class is she taking?
He: She's doing live drawing.
She: Oh that sounds like fun! What happens in the class?
He: The model... poses, and then they draw the model.
She: Oh wow! Can I be a model?
He: ... ermmm *not wanting to embarrass her, says* it's a pretty niche thing.
Another one involved an sms exchange between a friend and I:
His sms:
Me: QKK can draw a new mascot for us this year.
His boss: She got time anot?
He: I'll ask her la.
*pause*
His boss: Will she draw them with clothes on or not?
To which I replied:
Me: Unless Y Organization increases my pay, I won't draw them with clothes on.
He: ... I'll let her know.
Me: Thanks. I can be persuaded.
He: You know, in a sense, one of the mascots is kinda like my avatar. So if you draw him nekkid, you're drawing me nekkid.
Me: OW STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP
He: Just so you know.
25 December 2009
The Annual Greed-List Part Deux
Dear All,
Just wanna say a huge THANK YOU! for all the wonderful presents and affection showered on me during this Christmas season and also for my birthday =) I am incredibly blessed and lack nothing in life, even before the bounty I've received as of today =)
Thanks for being a part of my life, for being a part of who I am today, and for taking an interest in what happens in this lil corner of the internet. Thanks for all the LOVE!
I hope in some way, I'll be a blessing to you too in the coming year =)
Blessed Christmas! and have a wonderful 2010 ahead of you =)
PS: It's my last year as a twenty-something. WOE.
Just wanna say a huge THANK YOU! for all the wonderful presents and affection showered on me during this Christmas season and also for my birthday =) I am incredibly blessed and lack nothing in life, even before the bounty I've received as of today =)
Thanks for being a part of my life, for being a part of who I am today, and for taking an interest in what happens in this lil corner of the internet. Thanks for all the LOVE!
I hope in some way, I'll be a blessing to you too in the coming year =)
Blessed Christmas! and have a wonderful 2010 ahead of you =)
PS: It's my last year as a twenty-something. WOE.
23 December 2009
Simple Pleasures in Life: Being in the Top 3
Mr B: today i was on bus with two female colleagues
Me: yesh yesh
Mr B: one of them told me the other thinks my junior is suai. so i say ok. need my help?
Me: k....
Mr B: then she carries on to say that the other thinks another colleague is 2nd suai
then the other colleague says i'm number 3 !!!
i'm in the top 3!!!
yay!
and there are only 4 male colleagues! :D
***
Strange friends have I.
Me: yesh yesh
Mr B: one of them told me the other thinks my junior is suai. so i say ok. need my help?
Me: k....
Mr B: then she carries on to say that the other thinks another colleague is 2nd suai
then the other colleague says i'm number 3 !!!
i'm in the top 3!!!
yay!
and there are only 4 male colleagues! :D
***
Strange friends have I.
20 December 2009
The Annual Greed-List
It's now 20 Dec and you, my dear reader, have but 5 days to shop for MY Christmas / Birthday present!
You: What??! Woman, have you no shame??
Me: Shame? No, none whatsoever.
You: ... oh.
*cough*
As I was saying, my presents. Yes.
If I were to put up my honest wishlist here, you'd find that it's hardly a reasonable sort of wishlist. For example, I would love to receive a Canon EOS D50. Or a Powerbook, or a Mazda 3, or tickets to Europe / USA ... But yes, you can ignore this list... it's more a fantasy list than anything else.
Anyhoo, since there is at least one person (Hi Spelling Bee!) who's asking me to update my wishlist, here it is, in all its greedy glory. And since I am particular about the stuff I use, am finicky and hard to please, it would be a good idea to at least refer to this list before making the financial commitment :P
- Individual colour pencils from Urban Write or Art Friend, especially in the brown / red / pink tones. I have a HUGE box of colour pencils so I don't need a box. I prefer individual ones cos I don't like breaking up a box of colour pencils when I just use a few colours when I go out.
- Unlined notebooks for the doodler in me.
A5 size is handy, A4 is oookaayy, A3 is too big.
- A set of coloured drawing brushes from Urban Write @ Orchard Central (terracotta range pls!)
- A set of brown coloured drawing pens again, from Urban Write @ Orchard Central
- Zara checkered shirt (bring me shopping!)
- Sunglasses (bring me shopping!)
- OPI nail varnish (ask me what colours I want!)
To avoid like the plague:
- Scrapbooking materials (will collect dust)
- Wallets
- Bags
- Chocolate fondue set (have received 3 so far)
- Mugs, cups, photoframes, electric toothbrushes and rechargeable batteries.
You: What??! Woman, have you no shame??
Me: Shame? No, none whatsoever.
You: ... oh.
*cough*
As I was saying, my presents. Yes.
If I were to put up my honest wishlist here, you'd find that it's hardly a reasonable sort of wishlist. For example, I would love to receive a Canon EOS D50. Or a Powerbook, or a Mazda 3, or tickets to Europe / USA ... But yes, you can ignore this list... it's more a fantasy list than anything else.
Anyhoo, since there is at least one person (Hi Spelling Bee!) who's asking me to update my wishlist, here it is, in all its greedy glory. And since I am particular about the stuff I use, am finicky and hard to please, it would be a good idea to at least refer to this list before making the financial commitment :P
- Individual colour pencils from Urban Write or Art Friend, especially in the brown / red / pink tones. I have a HUGE box of colour pencils so I don't need a box. I prefer individual ones cos I don't like breaking up a box of colour pencils when I just use a few colours when I go out.
- Unlined notebooks for the doodler in me.
A5 size is handy, A4 is oookaayy, A3 is too big.
- A set of coloured drawing brushes from Urban Write @ Orchard Central (terracotta range pls!)
- A set of brown coloured drawing pens again, from Urban Write @ Orchard Central
- Zara checkered shirt (bring me shopping!)
- Sunglasses (bring me shopping!)
- OPI nail varnish (ask me what colours I want!)
To avoid like the plague:
- Scrapbooking materials (will collect dust)
- Wallets
- Bags
- Chocolate fondue set (have received 3 so far)
- Mugs, cups, photoframes, electric toothbrushes and rechargeable batteries.
17 December 2009
Holmes, Sweet Homme
i know exactly how i wanna spend the time in between work and the Christmas party on Christmas eve:
Sherlock Holmes
I don't care if it scores 2% on Rotten Tomatoes (which it didn't).
There are two good (very good) reasons to watch it:
1. ROBERT DOWNEY JR!
2. JUDE LAW!
IN
ONE
GLORIOUS
MOVIE!
LUST. LOVE.
*wipes drool off my keyboard*
Sherlock Holmes
I don't care if it scores 2% on Rotten Tomatoes (which it didn't).
There are two good (very good) reasons to watch it:
1. ROBERT DOWNEY JR!
2. JUDE LAW!
IN
ONE
GLORIOUS
MOVIE!
*wipes drool off my keyboard*
18 November 2009
Comic Relief
So the other day, my colleague emailed me saying "PLEASE COME TO MY DESK RIGHT NOW. I NEED YOUR EYES", I sauntered over 1 hour later after his second email "WHERE ARE YOO?", only to find him hunched over at his desk, as if in great pain.
I asked, "Yo, what's up, what's the emergency?" and he said, "THIS!"
He showed me a powerpoint presentation, done using the crayon template in MS Powerpoint *cringe factor 10*, with plenty of colourful starbursts *cringe factor 15* that DON'T MATCH. OW. It's the visual equivalent of scratching your nails across the blackboard. To top it all off, as a crowning glory, the entire breathtaking presentation was done using COMIC SANS FONT.
*hyperventilate* excuse me, I need to calm down.
COMIC SANS is NOT A FONT. It is an ABOMINATION. Never, ever ever use it. Delete it from your list of fonts, if possible. Please, for the love of all things good and pretty, use Arial or Helvetica Neue. At least people won't snigger when they look at you during the presentation.
With that, I leave you with a video discussing both sides to the issue: Comic Sans--Trash it or junk it?
I asked, "Yo, what's up, what's the emergency?" and he said, "THIS!"
He showed me a powerpoint presentation, done using the crayon template in MS Powerpoint *cringe factor 10*, with plenty of colourful starbursts *cringe factor 15* that DON'T MATCH. OW. It's the visual equivalent of scratching your nails across the blackboard. To top it all off, as a crowning glory, the entire breathtaking presentation was done using COMIC SANS FONT.
*hyperventilate* excuse me, I need to calm down.
COMIC SANS is NOT A FONT. It is an ABOMINATION. Never, ever ever use it. Delete it from your list of fonts, if possible. Please, for the love of all things good and pretty, use Arial or Helvetica Neue. At least people won't snigger when they look at you during the presentation.
With that, I leave you with a video discussing both sides to the issue: Comic Sans--Trash it or junk it?
Comic Sans from Sam and Anita on Vimeo.
10 November 2009
FAILZ.
Fren says:
Jim buys some chocs and gives half to ken
ken buys some sweets and gives half to jim
jim eats 12 sweets and the ratio of jim's sweets to chocs was 1:7
ken eats 18 chocs and the ratio of ken's sweets to chocs was 1:4
how many sweets did ken buy?
Fren says:
P6 question
took me 10mins....
I am shamed
I say:
WTH
where did u get this?
Fren says:
my cuz sent it to me
I lost to her by 5 mins
(4min later...)
I say:
did he buy 21 sweets?
Fren says:
failz pri 6
I say:
omg
wat's the answer!?
Fren says:
68
I say:
... wth.
Fren says:
tough isn't it
I say:
HOW?!
Fren says:
took me 10
(1hr later)
Fren says:
solved?
:D
I say:
stop mocking me!
Fren says:
I is not 'toopidest
woot!!
I say:
ROFL!!!
I HATE YOOO
Do YOU know how to get to the answer??
Jim buys some chocs and gives half to ken
ken buys some sweets and gives half to jim
jim eats 12 sweets and the ratio of jim's sweets to chocs was 1:7
ken eats 18 chocs and the ratio of ken's sweets to chocs was 1:4
how many sweets did ken buy?
Fren says:
P6 question
took me 10mins....
I am shamed
I say:
WTH
where did u get this?
Fren says:
my cuz sent it to me
I lost to her by 5 mins
(4min later...)
I say:
did he buy 21 sweets?
Fren says:
failz pri 6
I say:
omg
wat's the answer!?
Fren says:
68
I say:
... wth.
Fren says:
tough isn't it
I say:
HOW?!
Fren says:
took me 10
(1hr later)
Fren says:
solved?
:D
I say:
stop mocking me!
Fren says:
I is not 'toopidest
woot!!
I say:
ROFL!!!
I HATE YOOO
Do YOU know how to get to the answer??
09 November 2009
05 November 2009
My Day Stinks.
You know that your day is off to a bad start when on your usual long drawn unexciting commute to work, someone lets off a silent gaseous killer in the sardine packed bus and you slowly watch the air around you turn green and brown and you turn blue and purple as you choke and try not to breathe but yet take in enough air to stay alive. *WHEEZE, WHEEZE*
Words went off like alarm bells in my head, namely WTF--as in, What The Fart?! You @$$ (literally)! Leaving a stinkbomb like that and letting us innocents die a slow, painful death?!
And when you arrive in the office, with the last trails of green and brown gas leaving the tendrils of your hair, lo, the painters were called in to repaint the office right behind your desk. Paint fumes, whee! My emails will be incoherent! My brain will be mush! My drink tastes of paint fumes, too! Rainbows and unicorns will prance around my desk in tempo with the pounding of keyboards around me!
My day stinks. I hope yours will smell like flowers and sunshine, and if it does, take a deep breath in rememberance of me.
Words went off like alarm bells in my head, namely WTF--as in, What The Fart?! You @$$ (literally)! Leaving a stinkbomb like that and letting us innocents die a slow, painful death?!
And when you arrive in the office, with the last trails of green and brown gas leaving the tendrils of your hair, lo, the painters were called in to repaint the office right behind your desk. Paint fumes, whee! My emails will be incoherent! My brain will be mush! My drink tastes of paint fumes, too! Rainbows and unicorns will prance around my desk in tempo with the pounding of keyboards around me!
My day stinks. I hope yours will smell like flowers and sunshine, and if it does, take a deep breath in rememberance of me.
30 October 2009
Rouge et Noir
The wonderful thing about websites such as The Sartorialist and LookBook is that it provides tonnes of fodder to inspire for people who are creatively-challenged and imagination-impaired... people like me, in other words. It shows you new ways to wear clothes, new looks, and makes you wince at the way Singaporeans wear ugly berms, battered t-shirts with sloppy footwear, only to try to redeem the look with a $1.8k bag hanging on their arms. Erm, no. Not working it, babe.
The other inspiring thing about it is that it makes me reach for my pencils and pens to capture the looks on paper. Sometimes images just catch your attention and you can't get it out of your head til it's translated on to paper. Sometimes things get lost in translation, but hey, bad and ugly drawings are all part of the deal if you wanna have a go at it. ; )
The Red & Black Series
The other inspiring thing about it is that it makes me reach for my pencils and pens to capture the looks on paper. Sometimes images just catch your attention and you can't get it out of your head til it's translated on to paper. Sometimes things get lost in translation, but hey, bad and ugly drawings are all part of the deal if you wanna have a go at it. ; )
The Red & Black Series
17 September 2009
Clinging on
No room and strength for any original thoughts, so shall just share a passage here that sums up my thoughts and philosophy on life these few days:
This was a passage that was shared a long time ago by a person I previously knew, who can only be described as a saint--Dr Walter Steitz, a man completely devoted to learning and teaching the Bible. His death was sudden and came as a complete shock to us, and up til today, I remember his perfect gentleness and complete and utter respect for every single person he meets with great fondness.
Anyways, my rambling aside, the point I'm trying to make is that in dire and difficult times, the richness, comfort and truth of the Bible is a balm to the soul like nothing else can be. When a man reaches the very end of his rope, it's oftentimes the beginning point for God's gentle hand.
"The Bible contains the mind of God, the state of man, the way of salvation, the doom of sinners, and the happiness of believers. Its doctrines are holy, its precepts are binding, its histories are true, and its decisions are immutable. Read it to be wise, believe it to be safe, and practice it to be holy. It contains light to direct you, food to support you, and comfort to cheer you.
It is the traveler's map, the pilgrim's staff, the pilot's compass, the soldier's sword, and the Christian's charter. Here Paradise is restored, Heaven opened, and the gates of hell disclosed.
Christ is its grand subject, our good the design, and the glory of God its end.
It should fill the memory, rule the heart, and guide the feet. Read it slowly, frequently, and prayerfully. It is a mine of wealth, a paradise of glory, and a river of pleasure. It is given you in life, will be opened at the judgment, and be remembered forever. It involves the highest responsibility, will reward the greatest labor, and will condemn all who trifle with its sacred contents."
This was a passage that was shared a long time ago by a person I previously knew, who can only be described as a saint--Dr Walter Steitz, a man completely devoted to learning and teaching the Bible. His death was sudden and came as a complete shock to us, and up til today, I remember his perfect gentleness and complete and utter respect for every single person he meets with great fondness.
Anyways, my rambling aside, the point I'm trying to make is that in dire and difficult times, the richness, comfort and truth of the Bible is a balm to the soul like nothing else can be. When a man reaches the very end of his rope, it's oftentimes the beginning point for God's gentle hand.
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