28 April 2008
11:37 AM
My internet at home is down. I'm doing the unimaginable and typing this during office hours ):
Dance concert's coming up in 4 days time, and I carelessly slit my knee over the weekend. It might need stitches, but I think I can weather this with lots of disinfectant and plasters.
But I'm worried, nonetheless.
I owe suwan birthdaybash photos. Sorry!
18 April 2008
8:36 PM
is that You, Jesus?
"So to keep me from being too conceited by the surpassing greatness of the revelations, a thorn was given to me in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to harass me, to keep me from being too conceited.
Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me.
But He said to me,
"My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness."
Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, presecutions, and calamities.
For when I am weak, then I am strong."
2 Corinthains 12:7-10
17 April 2008
9:37 PM
16
We are friends, yes?
Friends who catch up, like it's a race to the finish line.
Friends who
chill out, like they are overheated, overtaxed with Friendliness.
Trite, some of the things we say. They don't mean anything, except
I've missed you, and your voice. It's been too quiet in your hemisphere. How are you, really, and can you tell if I've changed? Is the air better over where you are, and do you see the stars at night? between us, and if we really tried, could we become those people all over again?
I've missed us.
'How are you' was not the question, and 'I'm fine' is not the answer.
But we're still friends, no?
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Tomorrow's my first commentary piece ever, so I hope it doesn't get desecrated before getting published.
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ok please NO ONE should read my comment piece. If you have, empty it from your mind.
They massacred it.
And there is no where to run or hide.
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13 April 2008
5:57 AM
I find that the longer this thing's left unsaid, the greater it grows. So on days like these, when eloquence and anger are all we have, any coherence becomes a little too thoughtful.The thing is, we never learn.
We never learn that being true to oneself is one of the most powerful condemnation of the status quo.That being powerfully convinced in one's chosen direction makes us more secure, more compelling than we could hope to be. We never know that fighting for something, really fighting for it, (even if it will only ever be fighting for yourself), may be one of the greatest favours you can do. For others.
That doing it ‘for the money’ can only ever make us superficially happy. And then, we never learn that superficial happiness is not really happiness, and that if we stop reaching for the things we dream about, we fall back, float back into a nothingness we sometimes become.
We don't see that truth is something to be fought for, that Truth is also something that can be played, like an old piano no one touches, one sleeping at the corner of a house.
That smoke gets in your eyes only if they are wide open. Or that if you say something, you might one day, eventually mean it.That when you try to organise the unorganisable, you are putting a veritable frame around life - even if it is arbitrary, even if it means absolutely nothing to the person next to you. Even if the only time it resounds is when it rings as the last melancholy echo of the person you could be.
This feeling tastes a little like dark chocolate, and this is one of those emotions that breaks your heart, but that can be the very one that heals it. And these are just the thoughts.
One fleeting moment of epiphany, when you read the narrative by filling in the gaps. Providing maybe a momentary epiphanic spell. In knowing that the memories are sad, and quilted, but they are all we've got and all we're left with. So what's it going to be? -
the future is something that everyone reaches at the rate of 60minutes and hour, whatever he does, whoever he is. (C.S. Lewis)
12 April 2008
4:11 PM
Last sunday: Baking at smoot's
Lunch. baking. eastcoast blading. pizza
One of the nicest things about growing older is when you get driven by a friend. Smoot driving the comfy merc was just surreal, completely out of the world. It was really good driving cos she didn't look at all nervous. I was just in awe, really.
I have finally, with all help from smoot and her mum, baked real cupcakes from scratch.
Another first experience: icing the cupcakes.
It was intense.
Smoot ended up with all the funky kooky cupcake babies: a sheep and a Brenda (heh) and dumb blonde. Things people actually want to eat.
I had the dark pseudo pop-art kinds which didn't make the least bit of sense: marilyn monroe, 1984.
sunflower
primadonna
cher's childhood: This one takes some explaining. Suffice to say, smoot might have been a little horrified.
ACJC with a twist (for my sis)
The creme de la creme: a wedding cupcake. Made by the both of us.
The brown choc rice is the guy and the pink choc rice the girl.
The few I brought home. The cabby asked me for one of them.
Baking is fun. Baking with a friend is even more fun.
Baking a friend, that one I have yet to try though.
11 April 2008
5:01 PM
The PILLOWMAN
I don't believe comedies come any blacker than this play. I spent almost 3 hrs with dialogue so uncompromisingly dark I wondered why I put myself through that.
Undoubtedly, the most impressive bit was the one with the prog's mentally defective brother Michal. The acting was incredible, there was such innocence and such ugliness in him.
I don't think I have seen the like.
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Also, you know something is really wrong when you find Tyrrells gourmet potato chips going for 7bucks on the second shelf in Cold Storage. Especially after knowing that Tyrrells founder had explicitly expressed a justified loathing of the Tesco-fication of his haute chips.
It used to only be available in UK's Waitrose.
Globalisation then.
10 April 2008
9:57 PM
if
self is a
location,
so is love.
seamus heaney
07 April 2008
9:21 PM
Food Records
More jellyhearts.
My colleagues have been asking for the contact number. I really should be getting commission.
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Lunch with vernus at the renovated j8 Food Junction.
The minimum price of any dish was $3.50. Inflation really hurts.
vernie's hotpot $6.50
jap omelette. $5.20
(basically egg, rice, and 5 pieces of veg)
yamiyoghurt double
This is one thing about
family - you always have to share.
Jeanette Winterson Oranges are not the Only Fruit:
"Families, real ones, are chairs and tables and the right number of cups."
And I don't think I'll ever be eating a donut
whole.
Cooking day:
Apparently, when one buys fresh chicken, one must do a salt scrub to remove the chicken smell before rubbing the seasoning in and etc.
These little things no one really teaches.
I also made the oregano all-veg stew again, but I missed out / forgot the zucchini and the cherry tomatoes.
Come to think of it, it looks just a little
small.
05 April 2008
10:09 PM
view from the window
'ORANGES are not the only FRUIT'
I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had. This is not fancy.
If a potter has an idea, she makes it into a pot, and it exists beyond her, in its own separate life. She uses a physical substance to display her thoughts.
If I use a metaphysical substance to display my thoughts, I might be anywhere at one time, influencing a number of different things, just as the potter and her pottery can exert influence in different places.
There's a chance that I'm not here at all, that all the parts of me, running along all the choices I did and didn't make, for a moment brush against each other.
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We are all historians in our small way. And in some ghastly way Pol Pot was more honest than the rest of us have been.
Pol Pot decided to dispense with the past altogether. To dispense with the sham of treating the past with objective respect.
Memory - what is that?
The imperfect ramblings of fools
who will not see the need to forget.
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How is it that no one will believe that the whale swallowed Jonah when every day Jonah is swallowing the whale?
Jeanette Winterson
01 April 2008
10:08 PM
StepUp2: TheStreetsContinuing the StepUp tradition with vernus after work monday.
Also, our first time eating that Shiling taiwan snacks. We didn't try their famous fried chicken though, it looked evil.
Secretly thrilled at the awesome elevation from the male lead's solo.
If I were a guy, that would be the sole reason for living.
A double turn, mid-air. And I can fall in love right there.
Lyrical jazz is so perfect.
And that is why it will so terribly bittersweet, when I have to - . I can imagine my heart pummelling. But because I can also imagine my knees giving way, things that have to change
are going to change. I'm beginning to accept that it isn't interchangeable. Knees and dance. Something's gotta give, and the saddest and scariest part of this is - I think it has.
But I'm not going for any checkups until I calm down. No point in tearing a hole in the universe to alarm myself further. Better stay in this limbo.
This sad, sweet limbo.
Another thing -
Low by
FLO Rida is
The song.
The usual R&B, but the beat is fantastic because of the echoes. The echo is effectantis. Makes me moonwalk crazy.
sunflower
primadonna
cher's childhood: This one takes some explaining. Suffice to say, smoot might have been a little horrified.
ACJC with a twist (for my sis)
The creme de la creme: a wedding cupcake. Made by the both of us. 
The few I brought home. The cabby asked me for one of them.
view from the window
