Sunday, July 30, 2006
my favourite tree
nothing, i just wanted to share my favourite tree with my favourite people. there's this thing about this tree that is depressing yet hopeful at the same time. fuck at 3:20 AM
mecca
it is 3am.an insatiable craving for hot waffles with macadamia ice-cream drizzled generously with hot chocolate fudge overwhelmes all rationality.
maybe a seafood crepe in creamy saffron sauce or a ceasar salad with grilled seasoned chicken bits will do the sinful equivalent justice.
all the goodness in the ungodliness, pancake house is mecca.
a restored church with a neat touch of medival gothic charm where nocturnal beings of every imaginable types - geeks, misfits, goth eccentrics, asian chinks, engage in social intercourses.
you might not know, there is an undeniably eerieness in the basement washrooms. a friend was once spooked by an old lady, period.
eat, drink, men, women.
so sipping lattes at la dolce vita on milton was unfateful. i couldn't tell if it was the irony of la tour d'eiffel, the absence of mr ferrari or being upstaged by a cosmic coincidence with quentin's rather loud female friend who later dominated the majority of the male company. oh well, thank god for no dramatic goodbyes.
fuck at 3:04 AM
Friday, July 28, 2006
will the real ching chong chiang please stand up?
it is not in my nature to eavesdrop. but in an enclosed public area like the bus, i don't govern my senses. and especially distracting when the conversationalist sounded constipated as if processing a mental grammatical check before articulating her thoughts."you first time in this semester?"
"my landlady? yes, she is(a) kind, her son likes to come when we talking"
"so we cannot talk, but she is kind, she is kind."
the apparent chinese provincial accent made eavesdropping so difficult i gave up. i stole a glance at them before alighting, oh, and it reminded me of chia's tok tok chiang chinese londoners, except not in hollywood oriental fashion. i rather have them speaking mandarin/provincial dialects, it might save them from unnecessary sexual referencing and embarrassment.
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how could a grown man derive such pleasure in twirling and tying deadly knots with bolster-strings...
fuck at 1:15 PM
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
guess what?i met weizhi in campus today!
we've likey plans for tomorrow. and i'm going to bring her to la dolce vita, an italian alfresco cafe which is ironically symbolised by la Tour d'Eiffel.
fuck at 10:17 PM
Monday, July 24, 2006
ah chia, this is what missed you
- xoxoxoxo-fuck at 1:48 AM
Sunday, July 23, 2006
riding in cars with boys
my pre semester winter weekend was planned to be a sole, soul vacation. no trump, hardly any calls except for mom's routine questioning on alternate days with lots of reads i.e the devil wears prada and cosmopolitan, endorphins inducing comfort food, retail therapies and daily beauty regimes - complete isolation.
but i can't simply ignore my darling housemates,
following yesterday's creepy mangrove swamp trail walk at 11pm on a chilly starless night to retrieve the crab cages, we cheong-ed for the polo ralph 50% sale at the coast today!
i asked if he was fantasing, he laughed and we joked.
the only successful shot of 3. see tanah merah, except it's not really tanah merah as how yatala is known as yat-la and not ya-ta-la.
boys loitering outside blockbuster contemplating to rent dvds of special interests.
i might sound tourisy, but it's a happy day :)
p.s: chia, van kept pressing me for skinny-ass photos. what is it that you said?
fuck at 10:46 PM
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
! hola ! ah chia reporting.
finally breathing the blogger air...!hello my friends, it's london here with ah chia.
for starters, i have a gift for timtamting:
It appears that the british love your name as much as the aussies.
there is a distinct difference between the summers of the english and the chinese...
shanghai was a dusty oven, with cars and publics, people and more people. London gives blue a new set of gradient, in the skies, and within the people as well.
Shanghai sees chinese from all over china congregate; a sprinting city whose culture cannot keep up with its progression. ->which means an estimated 30 million jam-packed sardins who trample and bua sweat all over each other in a fully air-conditioned metros
London sees 10 million all over the world in a town where there is more distance, and too much distance sometimes among people. Slow paced, as of its growth, and sucky non-airconditioned tubes -> baked beans avoiding each other in a pan, slow, inefficient, and dunno-where-all-the-transport-costs-go world of its own.
Bath
Where the romans bathe, and Jane Austen famous.
Warwickshire the countryside.
it's been churches and churches, castle ruins, graves and cottages. not forgetting tea, yes plenty of tea.
<-that's Kenilworth Castle
then there's stradford where the shakespearean clan wrote...
ah! very slow to load pics....okay sorry leave it like that first i've got to go lontontown chinatown. tell me what sorts of postcards you want, i have only pennies.
TObeContinued...
ah chia at 7:15 PM
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
the emancipation of the mimis
my bras are fitting but not a snug fit.i never thought of having a cesarean section surgery in my child-bearing years, much less to suffer a butchered stomach, or more precisely an approximate 15cm incision across the abdomen which is twice the length of a cesarean section cut.
timtamtings didn't recognise me when i was suppose to meet her at watson's - the first success to my disappearing act and so that probably warrants me to strut past osim's uzap salesman with a smirk.
fuck at 1:00 AM
Monday, July 03, 2006
u carmen
who wants to watch u-carmen at the picturehouse. i know ike (the bikini babe laughing amidst the ward of crying newborn babies.. hahaha no sweat no labor!) this is ur film! a discharged babe should not be cooped up at home. chia u try to catch some carmen parisien style ba and send us some postcards.i think eunice olsen is such a disappointment when she opens her mouth! my admiration flowed out of it
timtams at 10:05 PM