Fulfilling my public service duty

lypg
gratia plena- and who but my lady Greentea @ 11:19
wrong
tim: evidently dead @ 11:19
its lypk
not pok GUY
it’s pok KAI
u suck la
Hmmm…. how does he know that I didn’t mean to say Lao Ya Pok Guy?

i love…

…my colourful thermos flask that Tim bought from a museum in Copenhagen. Everytime I look at it I just feel happier.
…green tea from The Gryphon Tea Co. especially Pearl of the Orient (jasmine & rose) and Morrocan Mint (mint, lemongrass) that I’ve been imbibing at alarming volumes.
…this wonderful photographer whose whimsical pictures now grace [...]

Harry’s Island?

Link to the CNA article
The proposed Eighth Wonder on Sentosa or so-called “Harry’s Island” (the sinister political undercurrent going on here does not escape me) really sounds pretty exciting. Although I maintain that gambling is a vice and will do no good for society here, it’s hard not to feel awed by the gargantuan [...]

I’ve been feeling so depressed lately it frightens me. There just seems to be nothing to look forward to. Even the notion of the coming holidays, ruminations on what-shall-I-do-after-the-exams do nothing to cheer me up. The golden tinsel forest that seems to have strangled the rest of Orchard Road’s flora has remained only as the [...]

Madame Bovary

I pretty much love it, though I know much was probably lost in translation. Still, scattered between her lovers are words bearing such piercing insight that you cannot help but marvel. She is one of the saddest protagonists I’ve come across- I can almost empathise- her romanticism reminds me of myself. A snippet:
‘I love you [...]

Pathetic Fallacy

Rain and glumness go together.
Not even jasmine rose tea or ogling jeans seem to lift my spirits. Sigh.
This blog was tagged in Liz Saintsing’s “Press” section. How strange is that? I hardly think I’m press but still, pretty cool.
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On the denim watch, my favourite new brand is Siwy.
www.siwydenim.com
It has pretty backpockets, nice [...]

Rainy days are best spent in darkish cafes overlooking slick streets, reading 19th century French chick lit- Madame Bovary for instance, picked up for a mere $3.90 from the Co-op, drinking smoky Lapsang Souchong and listening to the mellifluous strumming of acoustic guitar. When the grey skies dim further and the streetlamps begin to glow, [...]

Day

This morning when you kissed me
I wondered if you could taste the tears on my cheek
When you stood at the door
I felt the hesitation in your feet
And when you walked
I knew it was you
The tension in your steps
The cracking of your joints
The crunch of tendons
Old springs
I was still in my pretend sleep
My eyes were swollen [...]

Here.

There comes a point in your life when you give up and it hurts so much you’re numb already and you’ve heard every argument before, you’ve heard all sides, you’re wrangled every point of view into a semblance of cohesion. And yet it makes no sense. I believe there’s a name for this dead end [...]

Babies

Eva is truly the creme brulee of babies. It is demoralising to think that you could never produce one as cute and lovely as she.