Monthly Archives: October 2007

According to Superlatives,

I might be able to use the word “superfluous” correctly.

But I can’t spell tomorrow for nuts. I keep typing tomMorrow. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME ARGH!

GGGGRRRRRR.

And there is no GG this week. I’m so sadddd.

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It doesn’t just go away

Certain smells remind me of her…clean towels, milk. When it hits, I’m winded by memories and then the guilt- was I too vigorous when I was burping her the night before? Maybe I was sapping the last bit of her strength, little by little as she mewed and gurgled. I can still feel her tiny warm body in my hands, even though that spot beside the piano is empty of her Nike box and paraphrenalia. For a kitten that had never even once suckled her mother’s milk, she really clung on to life. I hope she’s happy now, wish she stayed with me just a while longer. Maybe in heaven she’ll curl on my lap, big and strong and healthy.

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To world enough, and time.

I randomly decided to update my Facebook profile and tried doing the “In a relationship with….___” thingy and WAH now I have to await confirmation that Timothy Goh is my boyfriend. HUHhhh!

whatever. MY crazy dog just ran down the stairs and practically slid across the floor in a clatter of toenails.

Oh I just finished reading The Time Traveller’s Wife and it is beyond good. Haven’t read anything this fulfilling in quite a while.

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To His Coy Mistress- Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time’s wing├Ęd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

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Heaven

My mom talked to me at quite some length about Heaven tonight. I’ve always wondered what it would be like, sometimes I don’t even think I want to trade Earth for Heaven but somehow I know it’s a place so wonderful I can’t even fathom it and truth be told, I don’t think I’m even spiritually ready to realise that it’s going to be okay, much much more than just okay.

Sigh.

I’m just really happy when I think of all the lost pets I’ll be reunited with. Lots and lots of rabbits and one tiny little kitten whose eyes will be opened already. I believe that animals go to Heaven…how do I know this? I couldn’t say for sure but I just feel that animals are spiritual too and God’s creatures- they don’t have the concept of choice that we have, and thus cannot sin and fall away from God. I really believe that they go to Heaven.

I hope Heaven is fun and cool and that I can see all the people whom I love. My mom says that we see glimpses of Heaven even on Earth- moments of pure joy, heartstopping beauty… imagine that for eternity. Crazy isn’t it? I don’t know what to think!

One thing’s for sure…. I REALLY don’t wanna go to Hell! Fire, brimstone is bad enough but even if that’s just metaphorical…having to live side by side with murderers and paedophiles and rapists and Lucifer himself is just plain gruesome and totally FREAKYYYYY.

URGH! NO! I’m scared.

*shudder*

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Ulyana Lopatkina

I love her love her love her love her loveeeeeeeeeee

You get the idea.
*sigh*
She mesmerizes. I just kept murmuring over and over how beautiful/gorgeous/lovely/(insert superlative) she was between performances. Honestly…I don’t think you can ask any more of a ballerina- she is technically PERFECT (indeed completely mastered the artform in my opinion- no struggle/tremor to be seen at all), above all forms of dance- modern, jazz, classical (she brings such a rare maturity to each style, making each her own), completely centred and in control so much so that she can afford to put all her efforts into expression and interpretation which she also does perfectly. I could swear that my heart cried when she danced The Dying Swan solo…she was that good.

I just feel so honoured to have watched her perform. *sigh* I don’t think watching ballet will be the same anymore. Not after such perfection. She’s truly a prima ballerina in all senses of the title.

Now all I can do is search for her videos on YouTube. boo…

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New toilet reading!!!

Hahaha what an unglamourous pronouncement for so elegant a tome as Singapore’s very own L’Officiel. Yup, the Parisian fashion bible has finally come to our shores and by golly is she beautiful. I’d never even heard of the magazine (yes, so ignorant!) until yesterday when I was browsing at MPH to pass the time while waiting for the ballet to commence. Firstly, the cover was arresting- beautiful sex kitten blonde amidst fronds of lallang in BUNNY EARS and a Comme des Garcons white pantsuit with what looks like gloved hands on her bootylicious behind? I’m hooked. A debut issue? Curiouser and curiouser. I flipped through it and bought it immediately- it was the last one on the shelves anyway.

There’s so much to love about it. Firstly, delightfully articulate editorials with good meaty content that actually makes fashion seem like a matter of immense import (how do they manage it! I certainly could not think about origami folds of satin or a certain drape of silk for more than a minute at most). Secondly, breathtaking photography and photo styling- I especially loved the shoot titled “In Ter Val” which featured languid models lounging in the wings of a theatre stage, whimsical and beautifully detailed as anything Tim Walker (the famed, the genius) might have shot himself. The whole magazine is just so well styled- very European, spare, just drenched with good taste. The best part is that they don’t do that annoying thing that so many fash mags do, that is, cut off the darn editorial and then bury the last bit somewhere near the back. What’s up with that seriously? Anyway, just pick up a copy already! It is in my opinion, the best fashion magazine in Singapore- (emphasis on FASHION not consumerism) and worth every bit of the $7.90. The first time I can actually call a Singapore fashion magazine one of an international standard.

Ooh and the pretty vial of Vera Wang and Vera Wang for Men that comes free with it doesn’t hurt either!

(I made Tim try the latter and he likes it. Mmm it’s so smooth)

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