outside my window, the snow lies in drifts of blue and white. peaceful and soft as it is hard and unyielding. but it cannot fill the void in my heart. blood and strips of flesh. wistful. fading. in this dusty backwater of the library- old books, seemingly forgotten, yet remembered as my fingers now trace its leaves. it’s comforting to be able to hide in this tiny corner that I can call mine, with a study carrel that’s my own. and a sweet lull of warmth washes over me as i open a book to read- milan kundera, gabriel garcia marquez, masuji ibuse, sartre- the storm is but an echo now. obscured behind my heavy eyelids as i sucuumb to the sands of sleep. i don’t ever want to leave. i don’t want to come back. not here. not now.
Monthly Archives: February 2007
I was surfing aimlessly today…procrastinating as usual when I remembered that I needed to stock up on underthings. So I hopped over to Bodas, the online equivalent of my favourite lingerie purveyor along London’s Ledbury Rd (in the Notting Hill area where I dragged an unwitting Tim one afternoon). They make the ONLY bras that deign to fit snugly about my -ahem- petit frame (notice I use no nouns like globes, etc) in an ingenious colour- Maquillage- the french word for make-up (and indeed it’s just like the most discreet of foundations) which is invisible even under translucent clothing. So desperate was I for these comfortable contraptions that I shamelessly coerced my dear friend Ellery to cart back one for me, trampling all over his not-unformidable masculinity in the process. Now, with no one I know about to fly back from the UK in the near future, I’m actually seriously considering paying the exorbitant postage price. *sigh* The limitations of student finances. And a hard to please chest.
ANYWAY I really wanted to direct you here for some strangerous lingerie gaming fun. Practice makes perfect guys.
I’ve been on a sweet-toothed rampage and I can’t stoppp!!!
Just stuck my greedy little fingers (again) into my precious tub of Canele Strawberry & Passionfruit Marshmallows. Ooh those fat soft marshy blobs of flavour are so addictive. Passionfruit in particular. *sigh* I just attempted to put it further away from my desk but it’s so not gonna work lah.
Who knew that blogging was this cathartic? Short of standing in the middle of a crowded street and screaming my head off, a cyber tirade seems to do the trick surprisingly well. So, see- I’m burying the hatchet in this already overcrowded hatchet graveyard (that is my heart). Okay enough with the emo.
Wood fired neapolitan pizzas! My new obsession. Sandra, Lingwei, Tim and I had some at Spizza the other day and they were good and came at such reasonable prices. Quinta (a truffly one) is my favourite. I wolfed it down so quick.
Frances made incredibly lovely Creme Brulee today (with Marian’s dentistry blow torch). Was it Amelie who listed cracking the caramellised creme brulee tops as one of her favourite things? Well, it’s one of mine also- that and the actual classically delicious combination of burnt sugar and cold creamy custard.
No wonder I’m so thin- dinner = 1 apple.
Today, I gazed down from the top floor of Centrepoint and there was this overcoming desire to up and jump over the ledge. It was scary, as if someone was pushing me, pushing my will to hurl myself over. I know I wouldn’t have jumped but my heart really really lurched and I could feel myself falling…that insanely heartstopping freefall feeling.
I’m hitting my head against the proverbial wall here. I’m trying to suppress all my vindictive thoughts of rat poison and the like. Tell me- how do you fake smile at people you know hate your guts?
Have concluded that my favourite tea indulgence is a lushly buttered hot raisin toast washed down with a frothy chai vanilla latte. Dome still makes the best raisin toasts. It was so satisfying.
Sorry bout my internet indolence… the past few days have been quite a whirlwind what with the endless feasting and visiting…speaking of which, some new friends have made themselves quite at home, in our frangipani tree to be exact. A swarm of bees descended on our garden yesterday and settled into a nest of buzzing, vibrating bodies that stilled as night fell…they’re still there and two stray ones almost stung me. *shudder* I’m scared of bees- I got stung on my ankle when I was little…My mom says that it’s a good omen that the bees came on the second day of the Lunar New Year- something about life coming into our house, sweet and busy. Okay I get it buttttt don’t overstay your welcome okay buzzy friends?
Yesterday night, Tim and I took a walk in Bishan Park…it was lovely and peaceful with breezes proffering the scent of jasmine. What really tickled us was this laminated article pasted outside a little wooden restaurant which ostensibly reviewed its “Duck Conflict”. *giggle* Disgruntled waterfowl- a new delicacy.
I’ve been watching Veronica “a long time ago…we used to be friends but I haven’t thought of you lately at all” Mars. Love that song. Have resolved to go skinny dipping in Greece on one of them nudist beaches. At night. *grin* I love feeling water slip past my skin more silkily than the most expensive negligee.
P.S: Check out that link to collective nouns. It’s so cool and funny- an eloquence of lawyers??? hahaha.