I managed to get a few things done over the weekend while in Singapore. There was the BBQ, a badminton match, 12 laps of swimming at Nil’s place, lots of sleeping plus purchasing our tickets to Sydney. (Oh yes. Note to self: I owe Nil RM750 for the plane ticket.)
Next weekend I’ll be down there again and this time, I’m going to check out Sim Lim Centre (looking around for techie stuff and phones too) plus off to Spotlight to get some beads for my first DIY earring project.
There is something about Singapore that I really like (no offense Malaysia) and it has nothing to do with its people or its government BUT everything to do with location and weather. The breeze. Singapore is a windy country. At least where I’ve been staying every time I go down, that is. There is something about swimming in a pool where the water surface is constantly rippling because of the breeze. There is something about pants/blouses/hair fluttering in the cool evening air.
Anyway, I’m hoping to get enough energy, interest and time to blog properly again. There are a couple of reviews on delay. *ugh*
*chants to self*
That’s really what it is.
I’m blank. Don’t know what to blog about. Can’t seem to think about anything interesting.
Why not…hm…why not you ask me a question and I’ll blog about it? Okay?
“I dont know why, but I still wanted to consider you friend even tho we really didnt get along, but that’s that. ( A few sentences later… ) My love for you isnt dead…”
Sometimes I don’t know what He wants from me. One minute it’s “don’t be my friend” and the other, it’s something else altogether.
On the side, should I tell the Nil about this? Hm…
Sometime in August 2004, I was online busy talking to a fellow forum-goer about relationships. I was in one of those “kill the ex” moods. My friend decided to do the next best thing. He tells me that he has a friend – some French guy working in the same lab where he was doing his research for his PhD – who was looking for more M’sian friends. It didn’t strike me as odd at that time because if anything, I was hardly partial to meeting people who were interested in making more friends. Very pen-pal-ish, now that I think of it.
I agreed anyway and my friend ’set’ me up with the guy – all done over the Internet. The guy, it so happened, was travelling around in Cambodia at that time – it was where my parents had been to several weeks/days earlier. We talked a little about ourselves, cracked jokes and flirted. I continued to see him online for the consecutive nights – I had assumed that there was little night entertainment wherever he was. When he was back in Singapore, we talked whenever we had the chance to about all sorts of things.
Of Pearls and Stars by Heinrich Heine
The pearly treasures of the sea,
The lights that spatter heaven above,
More precious than these wonders are
My heart-of-hearts filled with your love.
The ocean’s power, the heavenly sights
Cannot outweigh a love filled heart.
And sparkling stars or glowing pearls
Pale as love flashes, beams and darts.
So, little, youthful maiden come
Into my ample, feverish heart
For heaven and earth and sea and sky
Do melt as love has melt my heart.
HAPPY ST VALENTINE’S DAY and may love always be a part of your life…
If you hadn’t known, I’ll tell you now.
I collect earrings.
Heaps of them (although of lately, a new financial goal has led me to cut down on the amount of energy/money/time I spent into collecting and keeping this little dangly bits). How many to be exact? Urm…about 50 to 60 pairs. *looks guilty*
Some say that I’m crazy – spending RM10 on every three pairs of beaded fake cosmetic jewellery. I sayt it’s cheaper than getting shoes. At least I don’t need that much storage space (compared to everything else). Besides, everyone needs a little fetish be it shoes, boas or clothes. I just happen to like sparkly, dangly stuff…that’s all. 😀
I take considerable amount of care in housing them. A special earring tower (bought from one of the stores along Petaling Street) and then keeping them in little home-made plastic bags. (Dad has a plastic sealer and it takes me a few minutes to make about 10 of these little storage bags. If it’s for 50 over earrings, it’ll take about one to two hours of sealing, trimming and cutting.)
My man thinks I’m nutty. He perhaps was incredulous and amused when telling his stepmum about what to get for me during Christmas. (I got a pair of translucent blue beaded earrings and a matching necklace.) Whenever we’re out, he drags me away from those stalls – you know, the ones selling earrings. He thinks I have too many.
I think it’s never enough. Perhaps this is what they mean by a fetish…an obsession. Mine are earrings. It’s the new black, so to speak. 🙂
ps: If you’re looking for an earring tower, try the shops along Jalan Panggong (near Purple Cane Tea House) and around the pet shops (like Pets More).
Today has been full of surprises! Some good and some were bordering more on the ‘interesting’ side of things. Hm.
- First, the CNY cookies I shared with some of my colleagues were a hit – everything was gone. I got some praises for the pineapple tarts – Mum’s signature CNY cookie. 😀
- Second, I finally got a copy of a movie I have wanted to see for quite some time. It will never be shown here in M’sia and I hope to plonk a review in once I get done with it.
- Third, my dark chocolate brownies turned out FANTASTIC. Fudge-like, thick and very superbly delicious! It’ll make a wonderful V-Day present, I’d think. No leftovers for you guys, I’m afraid. 😉
- Fourth, Nil is going to buy me dinner at Bangsar tomorrow (tapas here I come – although I’m hankering for lamb chops!) to make up for me having to accompany him to watch a rugby match!
- Fifth, the ex showed up at my office this evening. Turned out that he was there to attend an interview. If all goes well, he’ll be doing the same thing as I am and in the same office too. WOAH. 8-} (I wish him all the best though.)
- Sixth, my piggy bank (more like a KFC mug thingie) is filled with RM1 and it’s getting heavier and heavier. What is it for? Well, it’s just a rainy day savings mug. Besides, there is something about the whole act that reminds me of my kiddie days.
- Seventh, the parcel I sent to Sam finally reached her! YAY! Hope she loves the pink scarf and embroidery packets I threw in – quite a belated Christmas present, I’d say.
Well, as you can see, I take pleasure in the simplest of things. For me, it is the little things that make life worth living sometimes. What about you?
Have you been surprised today?
Valentine’s Day is around the corner again. I really don’t have anything special planned for the day, the weekend after or the weekend before. It doesn’t help that Chap Goh Meh – the Chinese equivalent of V-Day – is just around the corner as well.
I could opt for throwing oranges into the nearby monsoon drain (that looks like a river) with a loved one but it’s a strange option. There is always the cursory wining and dining but when you have two birthdays to celebrate in the family and more relatives to visit, it’s just not possible to have a nice quiet V-Day evening all to yourself.
So I settled for the typical but true saying – “Every day ought to be a Valentine’s Day.”
BUT I do have something special in mind already for Nil when he drops by this weekend but that’s just about as V-Day as it will ever get for me. Unless you count ‘other things’ as part of V-Day celebrations. Things like rededications of affection and etc.
This year is a bit more special than the year before simply because of one thing: a gift of the heart.