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How do you make love stay?

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 05:57:29 GMT

it's been a while. :)

why do i torture myself like that?

Sat, 23 Aug 2008 08:24:00 GMT

new hair cut

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 07:43:08 GMT

some of you have seen it, some of you have listened to me whine about it.

if you think this is still ok, another shot from last night will tell you the truth:

i feel like i'm stuck in the 70's and 80's. : (((

i cannot think myself out of this dilemma.

Sat, 16 Aug 2008 15:22:34 GMT

盼不到我爱的人
我知道我愿意再等
疼不了爱我的人
片刻柔情它骗不了人

我不是无情的人
却将你伤的最深
我不忍我不能
别再认真忘了我的人

离不开我爱的人
我知道爱需要缘分
放不下爱我的人
因为了解他多么认真

为什么最真的心
碰不到最好的人
我不问我不能
拥在怀中直到他变冷

爱我的人为我痴心不悔
我却为我爱的人甘心一生伤悲
在乎的人始终不对
谁对谁不必虚伪

爱我的人为我付出一切
我却为我爱的人流泪狂乱心碎
爱与被爱同样受罪
为什么不懂拒绝痴情的包围

拆屋子

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 06:51:44 GMT

the london leg

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 17:26:31 GMT

the weather in london was perfect. perpetual air con all the time. irritating thing was i had to take off my sweater everytime i went indoors and put it on again when i'm leaving. grrrr. dramatic happenings when we arrived in heathrow though. mich was held up at the customs while harris was DETAINED!!! DETAINED!!! *faints* i only got wind of it when i went to see what had delayed them. but thank god everything was resolved in the end.

and oh the shopping haha. who can forget about the shopping, where primark and h&m were godsend. :) adyll, mich, rhoda and myself contributed over a 100 pounds altogether in that one afternoon in primark hurhur.

waiting for the tube.

the tube was surprisingly easy to navigate once one gets the hang out of it. the only irritating thing? the numerous maintenance, delays and disruptions that occur throughout the entire day. bah.

scruffy takes the tube!

i decided to opt out of the LOTR musical that the three of them wanted to watch in the evening. we kinda chilled out around covent garden for a while, bumped into beng hee who was going to meet his friend and then i wandered off by myself. i didn't exactly want to wander too far off, so i went back to oxford circus again, checking out the legendary marks & spencer before doing one more round of primark 15 minutes before they closed.

should have just bought it and hung it in adyll's car heh.

a series of OH NOs. harris who left for amsterdam in the afternoon found out that the airport has misplaced his luggage!!! adyll misplaced his camera earlier in the morning and the left baggage counter has not reported any loss. and we're leaving for venice at 6am the next morning. we collected our luggage before midnight and lazed around for a while around victoria station before they started chasing people out. we made our way to the place where our coach would leave for stansted, and dozed off on the steps of some shopping mall, out in the open air. as the night went on, it got colder and colder, and lonelier and lonelier. perhaps this is what it feelsl ike to be cold and homeless.

victoria station, with a cute boy right in front :)

4am finally came, and THANK GOD. we whisked our tired selves up, and then it was off to venice.

st petersburgers are the yummiest.

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 17:25:56 GMT

st petersburg has been like a dream for me.

the flight to london wasn't that unbearable as i thought, and the food wasn't as unbearable as i thought. it felt almost like an extended bus ride from tampines to kent ridge, with way more comfortable seats and free flow beverage and beautiful clouds to watch outside the window haha.

my first experience with natural aircon was REFRESHING. too bad my SD card broke down, or else i'll show you how i soaked up that few seconds of london air before i got shoved into heathrow again. anyways. INTERNET IS FREKKING EXPENSIVE IN HEATHROW CAN! 1 pound for 10 minutes. omg. daylight robbery.

and then we got whisked off to st petersburg. woot. the ride from pulkovo international airport was spent ooh-ing and wow-ing before we got bored and all fell asleep. the hotel facade was undergoing renovation, and it looked slightly better than a building that went through WWII, or so i imagine. the room was small but cosy, and we had the view of the.... *drumroll* carpark. -_-

kopped from irene.

the rest of the days passed by in a whirlwind. whether it was daylight or not, all the sightseeing, walking and occasional practice ensured that i dozed off the moment i hit the sheets, daylight or not. frankly speaking, white nights were not exactly spectacular; it's just broad daylight in the middle of the night that's all. *shrugs*

absorbing st petersburg under our skin.

before we went in and did our thing.

the lovely sopranos :)

the lovely glinka capella.

and then we performed and we won. we screamed, we laughed, we cried, we hugged, we sang. : )

on another note,

something that some of us found in a local drug store.

i should have just bought some back as souveniers for some of you guys ;)

i'm still alive.

Thu, 29 May 2008 17:19:26 GMT

just not blogging much over here right now. as some you might have known, i've got myself a tiny little space over in livejournal.

not going to abandon here, but i just lazy with the copy and paste business. am still reading, am still concerned. :)

rat poison

Thu, 01 May 2008 09:16:19 GMT

"I'm a chef," he said, speaking to me and the woman sitting between us. "My cuisine is known around the world!"

"Really!?" the woman said. "Are you famous for a culinary specialty?"

"Yes," he said. "Rat poison."

"The woman drew back. "You're joking."

"No, it's true. I make the world's best selling rat poison. It's called Bocaraton, 'rat's mouth' or 'mouses's mouth,' like the city in Florida. I never understood why anyone would want to live in a city with such a name. But it's perfect for my specialty, which I sell all over the world - in Dubai, New York, Paris, Tokyo, Boston, South America, wherever there are rats. I have thirty percent of the international rat-poison market."

"What's your secret?" I asked.

"My competitors approach rat poison the wrong way," he said. "They study rats. I study people." Signor Donadon pointed at my plate with his fork. "Rats eat what people eat."

I glanced down at my fegato alla veneziana and suddenly saw my dinner in a different light.

"Venetian rats would be very happy to eat what you have on your plate," he said, "because they're used to eating that kind of food. But German rats would not be interested at all. They prefer German cuisine - wurstel, Wiener schnitzel. So for Germany I made a rat poison that is forty-five percent pork fat. My French rat poison has butter in it. For America I use vanilla, granola, popcorn, and a little margarine, because Americans eat very little butter. I base my New York rat poison on vegetable oils and essential oils with orange fragrance to remind the rats of hamburgers and orange juice. For Bombay I add curry. For Chile, fish meal.

"Rats are very adaptable. If their hosts go on fad diets, then rats go on the diets, too. I maintain thirty research stations around the world so I can update the tastes and flavours of my poisons in order to make them consistent with the latest trends in human dining."

"What's in your Italian rat poison?" I asked.

"Olive oil, pasta, honey, espresso, green-apple juice, and Nutella. Especially Nutella. I buy tons of it. Rats love it. I told the Nutella company I would be happy to endorse it on televison, and they said, 'Oh, God, no! We beg you. Please tell no one!'"

The woman sitting on the far side of Signor Donadon put both of her hands flat on the table as if to steady herself. "I simply will not listen to a discussion of rats while I'm having my dinner!" she said, and then, as much in the spirit of melodrama as anger, she turned her back.

Signor Donadon continued unperturbed. "Everyone is fascinated by rats. Even people who say they're not. What they really mean to say is, 'Oh, that's disgusting, I can't bear it, tell me more!'"

The couple on my left, I noticed, had stopped talking aout the Fenice and were giving Donadon their full attention.

"But if a rat is hungry," I said, "won't it eat just about anything?"

"Absolutely," said Signor Donadon, "but rats are better fed than ever, because there's more garbage than ever. So they've become ever choosy about what they eat. In the 1950s, people used to throw only half of one percent of their food into the garbage, and rats had to eat whatever they could find. Today seven percent of our food ends up in the garbage, and it's a never-ending banquet for rats. The challenge for me, is to make my rat poison more appetising than garbage. Garbage is the real competition.

From The City of Falling Angels, by John Berendt.

an intriguing excerpt that i found from the above travelogue on venice. i was literally giggling away, but it made me wonder at the same time. was having this discussion with queenbitch just yesterday.

many a times we concentrate so much on the little nitty gritty details that we often forget to take a look at the broader scheme of things, and even the big picture.

time to take a step back, for the time being. :)

WHATEVER.

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 15:27:39 GMT

i was looking forward to the report that was going to be published by the committee of inquiry on mas selamat's arrest.

seems like i'm duly disappointed. what was available to the public was only but an executive summary of 6 pages, when i thought they said full details will be released to the public. the content was dismal.

"In a re-enactment requested by the COI, a GC guard took 49 seconds to climb out of the ventilation window in the urinal, scale the fence, climb onto the roof of the enclosed staircase and walkway, and jump over the converged perimeter fences."

"Nonetheless, the COI asked for a re-enactment of the shortest and most direct route from outside the coverged fences to the Pan Island Expressway. This attempt was made by a young investigation officer and it took him 2 minutes 44 seconds to do so."

how is it possible that they've considered the shortest time it took for mas selemat to escape from the detention centre to PIE, instead of the longest time instead? even if he had taken the chance to survey the environment through that small little window, he couldn't have worked out the shortest route to the PIE just from that same window.

and of course, not withstanding the fact that renactments were carried out with fit young gurkhas and isd officers.

so, how can they "believe that 11 minutes between 3:54pm and 4:05pm would have provided Mas Selamat with ample time to make good his escape from the time he entered the toilet"? by taking into consideration the shortest time that he MIGHT have took to escape from the detention centre? wouldn't that presuppose that someone had already planned the route for him then? then why the "COI finds no evidence of connivance or collusion with or assistance given to Mas Selamat in his escape on the part of any individual?"

like seriously, whatever. i couldn't be bothered really to read what happened after that, though i did a brief skim through. whatever was published, probably were to protect the asses of wong kan seng and his ministry, as well as the isd.

oh yar, another statement also goes to prove that the people up there, they seriously have no feel of whatever's going on the ground.

"... a WRDC staff did a walkabout to review the status of renovations some time between April and May 2007 and detected the ventilation window without grilles. Instead of having it grilled, the Superintendent instructed that the handle of the ventilation window be sawn off as a security measure."

i have only one thing to say: seems like our cream of the crop may have received the best education and scored the highest marks, but they lack the common sense that even 7-year-olds have.

wtf.

whatever it is, i still do not believe that mas selamat escaped without any help at all.