Souvenirs

The heat – I can feel it rising (like ghosts) off the pavements and cement. We’re also celebrating daddy’s birthday this evening. Starting with eastcoast and seafood and silly things like bird’s nest and a massage.

Some scribblings from church:

It was children’s sunday today (jan would have loved it!) and I decided to commemorate the event by drawing a sundayschool teacher (he was sitting two rows infrontofme). It was a beautiful day – a children’s choir, pantomine-liked service, and a timely reminder that we don’t always have to understand everything allthetime. Aargh faitfaitfaith and trust. Plus a lump in my throat. All in all, I am reminded againandagain never to be immuned by the mysteries of god.

So continue to amaze me, please. Today I am grateful for: shoes, air-conditioning, void decks, toes on my feet, nissin noodles, wirelessnetworks. And coke freeze.

On a completely random note: I discovered that a lovely (taiwanese) pineapple tart has been named after me. Harhar. Thankyou fish for your grand observations.

musical chairs and the mulberry bush



I wish I knew where to start, and what to write. I should be doing my writings now but I seem to keep changing places, and seats, and chairs, because the upcoming week will be crazy and I’m trying to avoid having to face worddocuments. To add to it all, it’s also saturday and there’s no one at home except for my laptop, a tummyfull of popcorn (I like salty) and a very unimpressive lineup of tv programming.

Still, much have been achieved over friday+saturday. a) trawling chinatown + ann siang with Denice, Di & R. b) Zy and Faye are now wonderfully married. c) I have used up my poloroids. d) Caught a brit comedy Death in a Funeral with Kaye and it was hilarious. (!!) As of now, I’ve got completely no inspiration and zero motivation to start work – which is reallyreally bad. Trust me.

Half an hour later: Miss Tean USA is on tv. And very young girls are running around in hot pants. Apparently North Carolina is supposed to be pretty.

Ohdear.

in lack of a better word

TGIF!

Have been feeling a little under/over the weather (like I’ve been on speed or something) and one-too-many heart palpitations. The thing is whenever we have specialguests in town and spontaneous emergencies (like lorries being banned from traveling from msia to sg because of hariraya so magazine deadline is pushed forward), life as I know it stops for approximately 0.23 seconds. harhar. It’s quite funny in a way, and the number of phonecalls I make to damansara can probably get me to nepal and back.

Today will be the start to a very long weekend. A wedding. And working through saturdays and sundays. I’m not sure if I can pull enough friendliness out of the bag tonight so I am thankful that it’s only family whom I’ll be spending my evening slash night with. The idea of family also extends to my cousin, and the future brotherinlaw who comes to my house to play scrabble with my sister. Speaking of brotherinlaws-

(we’ll call him BIL – for short). I really like how ruthie is so excited about cooking dinner for him. If she could only muster half the amount of enthusiasm for me, I’d be a very happy girl. harhar. I jest. She’s another extension of family I’m grateful to have that even though it’s only friday, and it’s four more days before the dinnerdate, I’m wondering what we’ll be cooking and how it’ll be like!! Sooo exciting!!

I need a cup of coffee now (to cope with the rest of my friday).

But I don’t drink coffee.

I like the sound of it tho’. It would be nice to have coffee black stains on my moleskin (I think I left it at home by the computer). Coffee and scarves. And top hats, vests and mint. I don’t know why – but they conjure such images (to me, at least). And there’s always the smell of tobacco. Whatever it is, coffee sure sounds way better than winningtheworld and fighting battles with bubbletea. Boo.