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Silk stalkings
My mother was bugging me a couple of months ago about getting a “good” gown.
“Leng ah! Please ah! Please look respectable on that day!” (By this, I assume that half the time I look like a slum)
She’s been leaving mag cutouts of these gorgeous gowns - Vera Wang, Provonias, Packham, Monique Lhullier etc etc on my desk. Lets just say the only thing I ( Read more... ) -
don't want to go for a meeting at 8am on a saturday and I would like this grey shroud to disappear
Yes, that about explains it.
I have reached my week 9 saturation point and am tapping my feet impatiently at the bottom of everyone's emotional well, including my own! Lately I've been feeling like you, me and everyone else could use a little dimmer on the lights and just stop - stop doing, stop fretting, stop the furrowing of brows, stop the deep ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: The Wrath of Ohrwurm
Too late, it already did. THREE times today (in the bathroom at Raffles City, in a shop and what are the odds - sitting beside some teenager on the train with no concept of in-ear music)
I'M NOT A GIRL, NOT YET A WOOOOMAN. ALL I NEED IS TIME, A MOMENT THAT IS MINE, WHIIIIIIIIILE I'M IN BEE-TWEEEN (repeat. Endless friggin' repeat)
(Britney Spears)
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between good and great is the score
I woke up this morning to the strains of a flautist playing the Gift of a Thistle (from the Braveheart soundtrack) and It was SO hauntingly good it gave me goose bumps. I sat in the kitchen for a good whole hour reading the papers and then later on, a cellist started playing the bagpipe parts to The Secret Wedding.
Apparently the people who are ( Read more... ) -
Art and Crafty
I'M OFFICIALLY ON LEAVE! Well not entirely, but other than a couple of odds and ends, the year has closed for me. Hurrah! (if anyone dare to so much as insinuate that we teachers have so much leave, I will release a throng of sweaty ape-like man-teens on you)
Aa is away in India on a community work trip and as a pseudo single, I have done none of ( Read more... ) -
11 on scale of 10
Everybody is afflicted - some more so than others. Mine is a hole in my sole with the laces undone, and to add on to well worn matters, I'm having one of those Mother Migraines. My hands have gone cold, I'm starting to see blind spots in my vision and I am swallowing the urge to throw up. Meanwhile, little elves are pounding a sledgehammer deep ( Read more... ) -
stream o' consciousness
With modernity crumbling, our thoughts turn to antiquity. No lah. With post exams, comes hours of letting your mind sprawl.
At it's most generous, school bestows the rare gift of free time and independence. It's been one of those slow weeks with nothing much to do. (but I'm almost afraid to type that out). I started off sipping a liquid breakfast in ( Read more... )
