The gold-barr'd butterflies to and from
And over the waterside wander'd and wove
As heedless and idle as clouds that rove
And drift by the peaks of perpetual snow.

Joaquin Miller; Songs of the Sun-Lands

A wanton spirit coupled with an uncommon common sense;
Lips curled sweetly on a dozen flights of fancies around the world;
And an endless obsession with beauty, art, love and history.

The charm, of memory is that it is
choosy, chancy and temperamental;
it rejects the edifying cathedral
and indelibly photographs the small
boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon
in the dust. (Click for pictures.)

Saturday, December 31

muuuaacckkss.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

2:56 AM

ben said it snowed in milan 3 days ago!

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

2:46 AM

love, peace, pasta and parmesan

a peace sign shaped pasta combined with a delicious, totally natural parmesan cheese flavored with a hint of garlic. comes in a fun tie-dyed box! a cult classic best savored while listening to raggae and burning some incense.

so cute and kitschy! would you believe this? im actually cooking this now. compliments of my organic make-love-not-war mom who just left for her new year spiritual retreat.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

2:20 AM

Friday, December 30

this morning i watched the most adorable boy singing incy wincy spider to himself on the train. then for no good reason, images of him hurtling headfirst towards the floor popped up in my mind, along with the requisite gore and pandemonium. i got pent up morbidity issues.

the day promised nice, bright and inviting. lattes at noon with cheryl under my favorite white tent. how good can life get? well, quite bad i think. fucking mood ruiner; damn sian and feeling merciless now. i need to rethink spending THE LAST FRIDAY OF 2005 alone at home watching zh sleep cos thats seriously messed up. liwern, im tryinggg.. im tryinnggg..

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

8:03 PM

Thursday, December 29

on the 5th day of christmas,

i went out with my two incredible girls for lots of menthol fags and erm, menthol stories. HUR HUR. and lattes and tea frappes and cha yen and cocktails and beer. i had to pee real bad on the way back.


we photo-whored quite a bit, and while uploading the photos, i remembered a beautiful bouquet i received on christmas eve's eve. pretty innit? its a gerbera, however you spell that.


ach. what beauuutiful friends i haaave!!!!

we aim to fully capture the christmas spirit since we more or less had mundane and/or sucky christmasses. 7 more days left :]

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

11:48 PM

if you think gep is elitist, wait till you meet the spinsters' club.

comprising of a shifting legion of at least 3 members and a couple of honorary members, it restricts memberships to the few chosen ones who seem destined for a life of filiae melioris aevi in solidarity. in the unfortunate event that a member gets attached, the male is first dissed with some alacrity and then dismissed with a nice little parallel drawn to a LOTR character. then the spinster ceases to be a proper member and is either demoted entirely or accorded honorary membership.

speak of constitutions and presidential elections sometimes crop up, but none of this spinsterly democracy ever comes to fruitation; we're only too pleased to allow the vice president to leisurely conduct affairs of the club while cooking curry chicken on a stove in an english town. there's nothing like power without the trappings of presidency. lol.

presently, we have weiying as vice, yanying fighting to retain her membership despite her latest acquisition of a gollum, amy as treasurer and vowing never to introduce any guy to us, weisi as member who barely made the ear index requirement (dont ask..) and me as honorary because everyone's simply too lazy to keep up with my convoluted love chronicles.

if debbie comes down during break, we can have a little craggy eurocentric spinsterhood, or sisterhood, reunion! cheers and muaaaks.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

1:56 AM

Wednesday, December 28

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

11:07 AM

Tuesday, December 27

a few unrelated thoughts: illusions and disillusions. and im glad he's back. and I LOVE SMOKING IN THE HOUSE!!!!! and arrrgh im leaving soooon; too fast, too soon, too real. and,

things i need to do:

1. secure liwern's man before i leave so i neednt worry myself senseless in italy.
2. convince cheryl and liwern that mambo is going to be MAD tomorrow.
3. or, hm..maybe go down after all because cheryl says i must before i leave. hahas.
4. visit hsbc to open something, not quite sure what.
5. finalise the anal-retentive medical insurance.
6. collect the damned visa.
7. meet up with becky and deb and jiaying, if she wants.
8. buy winter wear.
9. buy italy and europe guidebooks.
10. make up with my dad.
11. lose some weight.
12. continue to spend time with my girls even if they've recently taken to calling me princess like im some hard-to-get-hold-of bitch. lol.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

2:19 PM

Monday, December 26

pretty fucked up christmas. too much eating; too little nicotine. and when i finally light up, my dad catches me and erupts into mount crazyfucker. yay zh is coming back in a bit. i feel fat, and he prefers me fat. win-win situation.

my stabilizing agent. too highly strung over the past weeks. time out please.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

3:20 PM

Saturday, December 24

its raining shoes this christmas!

first i saw spotted the most christmassy dark silver heels at aldo and the famous bald knight sir kenneth swooped in sooooo gallantly to either buy them for me or pay for me first. (we're still discussing terms lol.) and once i took my first bite out of those stunning heels, i had a sudden realization that my palate was deliciously suited for glittery orgasmic sexed-up objects.

it then left a huge gaping hole in my heart which was unexpectedly and quickly filled up with a second pair of disco-ball-shiny heels from mango.

the accidental shoe santa? mr "ito" who gallantly bought me the heels after stepping on my flats and ripping them apart, leaving me to hobble around wisma and taka for quite a sustained period of time. heh, BUT ITS OK! any occasion which allows a girl to switch a pair of cheap flats for glammed-up heels is an occasion i could love. hehehehe.

christmasses are for families and new years are for lovers and friends. in a bit im off to my uncle's place where approximately three quarters of us will be decked out in a familiar red-and-white ensemble. nope, not the santa/santarina costume, but our ching-cheong-red-means-fortune outfit which is supposed to make my grandparents happy. ah anything for family, i guess lol.

this christmas i'd like to commemorate the tsunami and its peril; and be inspired by the magnificent human spirit that still clings on so tenaciously in the aftermath. charity, faith, love and restoration.

this christmas i'd like to remember that love perseveres and is always deserving.

this christmas i'd like for you, you, you and you to be happy.

merry christmas y'all!

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

6:32 PM

These spiritual windowshoppers,
who idly ask, 'How much is that?' Oh, I'm just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.

What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.

Where did you go? "Nowhere."
What did you have to eat? "Nothing much."

Even if you don't know what you want,
buy something, to be part of the exchanging flow.

Start a hugh, foolish project,
like Noah.

It makes absolutely no difference
what people think of you.


- Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi, 'We Are Three', Mathnawi VI

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

2:27 PM

Friday, December 23

im fucking unbelievably lousy. even my dreams are so goddamn bitchy. please santa, ill be nicer and better next year, i promise!

watched: the promise. unarguably the lamest show i've watched in quite a while. the cgi was just so ott and compleeeeeetely un-believable. nicholas tse was one hell of an annoying plasticfaced chap with only one constipated expression and a syrupy fey voice and brings to mind colin farell as the tediously gay alexander. and cecilia cheung, gorgeous as she is in shampoo ads, looks like a pale vestige of herself from the right angle, a horse from the left, and a tranny from the front. from the back, one only notices her ugly swirly-paddle-pop-icecream-esque gown and lacklustre hair. im guessing im not the only one who found it awful; any movie that elicits scornful laughs of disbelief (could it be the plot, the unnatural melodrama, the horrible effects, or all of it?) from the audience deserves a glorious box office bombing.

it was a cold, cuddly, misty, steaming chicken-soup and hot tea rainy day. :]

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

12:56 AM

Thursday, December 22

in the sweaty, heaving and pushing masses, i found myself increasingly repulsed by the carnal desperation and exhibitionism so apparent in some.

but nasty thoughts side, i survived my killer heels!

i love my heels.
i love my heels.
i love my heels.

while stepping out of the house and precariously trying to balance in stride, it suddenly occured to me, that it might just cause a blister to fester, as do all shoes. so i stopped beneath the cast of a street lamp, leaned on my neighbor's car, removed one side, BIT IT HARD, placed it back on, removed the other, BIT IT AGAIN, and voila. i was ready to brave my own killer heels.

bite your shoes, before they bite you. i escaped unscathed from zouk! :]

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

11:45 AM

Wednesday, December 21

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

2:29 AM

Monday, December 19

chronicles of narnia

a nice enough re-telling of a book i read as a little girl. for most parts i remember the book vividly, not for the story and the fantasy, but for the fear of wardrobes and the great unknown it instilled. lol.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

11:37 PM

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

4:18 AM

Sunday, December 18

if there were no such thing in the world as food,

there wouldnt be bulimia.
there wouldnt be anorexia.
there wouldnt be famine, nor starvation.
there wouldnt be weekend excesses.
there wouldnt be obesity.
there wouldnt be bad cholesterol, cancer and multiple sclerosis.

life would be a whole lot easier. i think.

someone quell this ungrateful speak please, for it is not me who goes edacious every night before bed.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

11:30 PM

to borrow someone's well-loved phrase, im emo-spas-ing.

as i pack my tin box of treasures and re-read old love letters, im smiling at felix's grammar, squinting at zh's careless prose and laughing at bryan's stilted outpourings of love. i wouldnt have known it a year ago, but felix's letters are still the most heartwrenching to read.

i guess no one really forgets their first love. the one they went all out for. the one that inevitably ends up as not the one. sometimes i think i make him out to be worse than what he really is, because then its easier to justify my leaving him and all the repercussions that followed.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

12:51 AM

Saturday, December 17

there is a trap in my own home. its called the HOME TRAP. if i dont haul my ass out of the house within 2 hours after i get up, i will descend into a dismal state of lethargy. like now. sigh.

there's also a trap at mos. its called the INVITED TRAP. you get invited, only to be trapped in a ridiculous horrendous queue. haa. i bet half of the people who descended upon clarke quay last night were so turned off they decided to seek pleasures elsewhere along the river. this kind of buzz is good for clarke quay. it brings to mind the old days when there used to be themed saturday-night jam fests right next to the present satay club. jamaican jamborees, elvis rock'n'rolls, mexican cha-cha-chas and the works.

drank: the terracotta and the butterfly effect. i maintain that bar cocoon has the best house specialities of all the indochines :] :] :]

do you feel lost and broke after going out with me? i think you do. why? why am i worth it? how can i be worth it? are you sure im worth it? maybe im not. most likely im not. is the happiness momentary? is it accompanied by more periods of sadness and disappointment? do you still want to hope?


perhaps love.

why does it remind me of my own life? the circus master and the trophy, the idealist and the realist, the tormentist and the tormented, the pride and the humble pie, the lover and the loved. an allusion to every life story, not just mine.

love is merely a madness.

the sets, both itself and the one within the set, were so richly hued; each texture shown with such beauty and precision that you know what? i want to refocus on my own ancientful mother land and retake in all her beauty without letting my arcane ching-cheong-prejudices take over again. please kindly kick me the next time i start bitching about prcs.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

2:29 PM

Friday, December 16

hrm. after observing the girls ordering lowfat lattes minus whip cream and the works, i had a mild seizure thinking of all those "yes, with whip cream please"-s i have uttered over the past few days.

fact #1. a tall toffee nut latte from starbucks with whole milk and whipped cream contains 330 cals and 18g of fat. and that's what i had for my morning fix today sigh.

fact #2. switching the whole milk for nonfat, its just 260 cals with 8 g of fat.

fact #3. omitting whipped cream entirely, its 180 cals and ZERO g of fat!!

i think i have a new diet. it involves coffee, nonfat and noncreamed.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

2:00 AM

waaaahhh. mr wong "butt-OCKS" pakloon treated us to dinner.

guess i'll forgive him for pinching my cheeks and arms,
and erin will forgive him for teasing her about her teeth,
and shalynn will forgive him for calling her a big mouth,
and keryi will forgive him for overly scrutinizing her boobs.

just as long as he continues treating us. heehee. thankyouuu!! :]

i also caught the descent today. no irritating japanese/korean-esque palpatable dramatic buildup that invariably ends in an anticlimax; instead this gory little baby keeps the entire theatre gripped with a simple story of who bloody kills who. at the end of it all, i came out feeling a tad woozy and not quite sure if i would much prefer to be killed off by by a furious woman, or a slimy cave-dwelling creature.

bought: a cute little wednesday addams black dress! :]

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

12:13 AM

Wednesday, December 14

drip drip drip.

sneeze sneeze sneeze.

hahaha, raymond you make me siccckk! lol.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

10:42 PM

Tuesday, December 13

i had a revelation today; i finally realised why ambrosia claims to be arabic, is located on arab street, but serves up mediterranean food that sometimes could pass off for italian. its because the arabs had control of sicily nine centuries ago until the normans took over. *aaah* im beginning to think that the whole world used to be muslim. first neanderthals roamed the earth, then muslim homo sapiens from africa took over. heh.

anyways, today i shall blog everything that liwern wants me to blog about. because that girl refuses to learn how to write. lol. she wanted me to write about the great thunderstorm at borders. and about how our great nightmare of showing up in the same white topshop tank, brown skirt, brown slippers and hair tied to the side came true. but i think the great powerpuff fan at borders is the best story of all.

so this guy came up to us, and started rambling on about his friend having to get a present for this girl that he knows, but it has to be such that it doesnt give her the impression that he likes her because he doesnt, which is further complicated by the fact that he thinks she likes him because she gave him an expensive engraved pen for his birthday. all together now, roll your eyes. then he asked if liwern and i were best friends because apparently we had the same expression everytime he said something. (implication: wtf, thinks liwern and amanda.) then he proceeded on to insult liwern by saying she looks like an arts student. (implication: dumb.) and as we left borders, he was walking behind us and telling his friend we were the powerpuff girls. errrrrr. powerpuff girls come in threes lor.

(i personally like buttercup.)

props for alley bar. they gave me a lychee martini with 4 lychees!!! and additional lychee syrup! beat this, balcony bar. plaudits also to my cheyenne black because walking home to assasin tango by john powell, followed by at last by joss stone is just so beautiful.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

11:22 PM

um ali, a mid eastern raisin-studded cardamon bread pudding named after the murdered rival of a frustrated female sultan. i just had mine at ambrosia and it is tantalisingly warm and sticky and sweet and sexy. aphrodisialic. lol.

_

preheat oven at 230C

250 g white bread
500 ml milk
half cup walnuts, pistachio, coconut, raisin, almond
quarter cup caster sugar
half teaspoon ground cinnamon

1. combine milk and sugar in a mixing bowl.
2. mix nut-filling ingredients together.
3. mix the milk, bread and nuts and cover by fresh cream on the top.
4. place in oven and reduce heat to 180C.
5. bake for 20 minutes until lightly colored.

serve hot. it's delicious! :]

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

12:11 AM

Monday, December 12

lol i just had the longest supper in the world. 3 hours leh! escaping to simpang with lynn for some guilt-free smoking and onion rings and a new variation of conversation, the statement-response. hurhur. boo i'll miss you :[

tomorrow will mark the start of healthy living. green tea, rice water and early mornings. im going to have zen organs even if i cant afford yoga lessons.

_

tidbit: did you know zheng he was a mongolian muslim?

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

4:17 AM

Saturday, December 10

liwern and i sold our tickets to zoukout. we-ell i think we purchased the tickets at a time when we ready to be swingily single. when we were ready to go all out and pick up some fine young men. but errrr somehow along the way, she hooked up with several chaps :P ha-ha. and then me..well, i guess i got used to lazing around too much to want to drag myself onto wet sand and jostle with throngs of sweaty bodies. think we'll just stick to mambos. lol.

anyways i spent most of the day reading LP's europe on a shoestring. i'd always throught bohemia was a concept. like utopia and paradise and bali hai. well no, its not. its actually a region in the czech republic. and you would call that particular region the bohemian region, much like how you would describe someone as being bohemian.

reading guidebooks makes you overly inspired. they make you want to go everywhere and unknowingly, you've already dreamily mapped out half the journey in your mind. haha, cognitive globetrotting. so far, i've asterisked france, croatia, greece, spain, austria and of course italy itself. i wouldnt even call this overambitious. its just insanity; i would have to eat cracked pepper for breakfast lunch and dinner.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

10:25 PM

i fucking cannot stand living at home. i need space.

1. my sister has 40 over pairs of ratty disgusting beige colored assorted underwear that just CLOGS up my wardrobe. why the fuck is her underwear doing in my wardrobe anyway.
   


2. she takes great liberty in wearing my clothes, my shoes, my belts, my accessories and thinks nothing of taking my clutch and emptying its contents just to put her stuff in so she can take it out. biatch.
   


3. i cannot smoke in the house. and there isnt an ashtray in the garden.
   


4. there's no meat. when there's no meat, there's no canned tuna. i live on canned tuna. it tastes particularly good with mozarella, fresh mushrooms and greens.
   


5. my mother makes my coffee, washes my clothes, cleans up after me, makes my bed. i have no ownership over my life and my mess anymore.

seriously, this is driving me nuts. no seriously. think about it. a third of the world population my age have taken loans and moved out of their parents' goddamn house. the other half already have families of their own (think somalia, papau new guinea). the remaining poor sods like me who still live at home are pampered asian kids with no backbone and no government handouts.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

12:49 AM

Friday, December 9

its a bit of an embarrassment to admit this, but i've only just caught fight club. boooo. a whole 6 years after its release. haha. and whoopeedo the film is fantastic! and it really doesnt hurt that i love edward norton xoxo.

You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

8:10 PM

Thursday, December 8

shiok s h i o k!!

i have a new blog template :] a gabillion gajillion gazillion thanks to kevviiiinn!!

well lets see. whats new. on monday we bode farewell to zh's bike. she was supposed to be our adored cheyenne black, a sophisticated lean mean machine that would bring us to exciting delicious far-flung restaurants in singapore. unfortunately she came at a rather.. unoptune time and indeed i never really got to ride her that much. (hence the poor girl just became known as the bike and i later named my ipod cheyenne black. haha.)

ohwells. nonetheless we took the little lady out for a last spin at east coast and then handed her over to a bunch of little malay boys. hrm, im thinking one of them is going to lose an arm or leg or both trying to kickstart her.

tuesday night, i slept 2 doors down from a german. if you've talked to me this week, you would know that i have become morbidly fascinated with this documentary i caught on national geographic called Hitler's Scientists. three exciting facts: (i) hitler had this maaaaaaaaassive underground engineering lab where the germans first came out with the atomic bomb, (ii) the uranium used in the hiroshima bombs was in fact seized from germany when the americans won the war and (iii) most of these brilliant but twisted weapons scientists were then secretly brought to britain and the states where they started spearheading space research and the likes thereby gaining international respect despite the role they played in subverting mankind. whee. exciting right? liwern and i had such an intellectual conversation on this and the airbus during dinner one day that we got rather tickled at ourselves. lol.

so a-ny-way, no jannik isnt a scientist, but still he was german and the documentary was still running in my head everytime i spoke to him. and for the record, hotel 1929 is not a boutique hotel; its just a glorified budget hotel only it has bedsheets with geometric patterns instead of ching cheong floral ones. cosy, nonetheless.










i loved the balcony. because i can perch on it, smoke to my heart's content and flick butts onto unsuspecting people walking below. i really missed smoking as and when i pleased. living at home is just seriously fucked up :[

later on at night, we had cantonese food. the food was too good, so no pictures at least on my part. the germans were still snapping away. and even later at night, we went over to club street. and..


i had the b e s t e s t w o r s t drink e v e r.



its called the goddamn chilli. it was sooooooooo hot and spicy, that all four of us (three of whom, serious chilli lovers) couldnt even finish up 1 cm worth of the drink. and it was a petite little martini glass.

it was terrible i swear. and the indochine folks knew it too. grr. my china green was much better. and it came with a cherry.




someone tell mr spb (sarong party boy, teehee) that beer makes you fat! :]

and so it is. stealing all the last moments before he leaves for the great racist british penal colony. somehow between the two of us, we have a knack for feeling the same things at different timings. hence to feel or not isnt even the question anymore. it simply has become can you feel it again and when.

i hope this doesnt hurt.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

2:37 AM

Monday, December 5

the thing about newly-borned parents, is that they never stop talking about their baby. even when the baby isnt really a baby anymore. everything he does is the funniest thing alive. granted, most of it is cute but detailing ad nauseum his bowel movements over high tea is a bit gross :S

luckily my nephew raphael is one dashing boy :] at least i can imagine him being funny and cute. i was complaining to my dad about how my cousins wouldnt talk abt anything else other than the baby then he cited me a very good case in point. he said, even when i was the ugliest bulldoggish baby around, he and my mom kept gushing about how pretty i was. hrm. ok. maybe its better for the baby's self-esteem if we continue gushing about him.

the food was pretty good, but the baby talk was killing me. so i escaped to get deb's present. and happened to meet terry at this road show. (terry the super smoking machine.) he told me he had quit, and made me smell his fingers and much as i hate to admit it, they rea-ally did-not smell smoky. waaa-aaa. its almost as momentous as the terry fox guy running the marathon.

then my daddy got us our christmas presents. an ipod nano for me. and speakers for nat :]

deb's birthday!

im very very very very very very very very very glad that the thing i got her fitted her :] because i really liked it alot. and actually i really really really really really wanted it as well, but since deb's been precious to me, it is worth it!! it feels very very very very very good to see it looking as nice on her as i thought it would. hahaha. happy birthday deb!!

so after a while, all her other friends left, leaving only me and bryan who had to contend with ansen's evil eye. cos he was obviously itching to take her out, somewhere special, have drinks or i dont know, eat more? or make out or something. haha how i know :P and deb's mom couldnt take her eye off my evil-looking tattoo eitherrrrrr...so then i knew i'd outstayed my welcome and sad forlornly at the void deck waiting for zh to pick me up. lol.

i never knew zh was such a blockhead. ha-ha-ha. seriously he dragged me and mash and serene all over pasir ris park looking for a non-existent watering hole. haha we were impressed with his determination. but we were more impressed with our determination to drag him away from his goal-less goal to simpang or east coast instead.

hrm. and nope zh, going out with them wasnt so bad. if only you did it one year ago, then perhaps there wouldnt have been this discordant emnity between me and your friends. well better late then never, i guess :]

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

4:21 PM

i love the immediate few days just after the exams. when you're so psyched to do everything you've wanted to do during the past few weeks, when you've got a gazillion things to do and people to meet to fill up your time and more.

like eating some non-eusoff, non-hollandv dinner for once :] by heading down to chinatown and having a zhi char meal that would have comfortably fed a family of five. then exploring erskine road and keong siak road, and discovering gorgeous, gorgeous places that i'd love to go for drinks one day :]

like liwern and i trying to compensate for the acute lack of new additions to our wardrobe. by shopping like mad. mad. mad. all the money i've saved up by not eating and going out in november has been beautifully depleted. sighs.

like going clubbing (but i felt ugly) so ai-ya lets not talk about it. haha.

like boxing up my room into cartons for easy transportation back home. only to bang the curtain rod against the ceiling fan, which resulted in the force of the spinning blades whacking the rod back against my head. in fact, it kinda bounced off my temple and crashed against the wooden desk, leaving a horrible dent. i dont want to think of what would happen if it had hit my eye. it makes my head roll, not that it didnt already roll. :[

like driving home. and meeting the most bastardized taxi driver ever who cut into my lane and made me panic. and illuminated to my dad beautifully how suicical it would be to ever let amanda drive on her own. hahaha.

like receiving the most enticing proposition from cheryl which went somewhat along the lines of 'get down here, drinks are on me'. hahaha. of course i did get my butt down to meet her (and kennetthhyy too), and we all ended up at starbucks and later on, the balcony.












at which i must make a pitch for the balcony. it serves up the lychee martini with two lychees! lychee martini lovers, take note. as for mine, my apricot brandy came with seven cherries! on special request of course. but i loooooove cherries so much hehe.

lunch soon with family :] buffet! i havent had a buffet in ages.... make that, i havent had a non-vegetarian meal in ages..

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

12:56 PM

Thursday, December 1

for someone who lives 3 doors away, i dont see liz often. which is why its quite cool that i've seen her thrice tonight. but no wait, let me elaborate. the whole of last week, i only saw her in the toilet. i remember there was a very cold day, and there was a little congregation of us (she, me and claudia) in the toilet bitching about the weather while decked out in our pyjamas and jackets. subsequent days after that, whenever i went to the toilet, there would be a 50-50 chance of meeting liz. i would be peeing and she would be brushing her teeth.

this week, the trend follows! she'd be brushing her teeth, i'd of course be peeing. rarely the other way. i guess she likes brushing while i like peeing. it got to a point when we realized that theres something very odd about always meeting in the toilet. its not like i msn her before going to the toilet.

but tonight just beats it. in a span of 3 hours, i met liz thrice in the toilet!!!! all 3 times i was brushing my teeth though. i reckon this week's her turn to be the pee-er. it got really incredulous so we decided to discuss this phenomenon. and we realized that we two must be the biggest cuckoos in eusoff. when we're bored, we either go toilet to pee or to brush teeth. (and since we have the same history paper tomorrow, we must have gotten really bored after each chapter.)

i can only conclude that i've finally found someone who studies and gets bored at the same pace i do.

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

3:31 AM

im a wee bit stressed. theres just so much to memorize. at one point i started mistaking theodore roosevelt for franklin roosevelt. thats just sacrilege. were they related? i dont know. maybe thats why instead of committing facts, my mind decides to start evoking images of yoga. one question though: can i learn yoga and still smoke? i mean, it does sound a little at odds, doesnt it?

Swirls and whirls
and butterflies.

12:16 AM

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