tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103258092012-02-16T02:46:28.493+08:00Come, come, hear me alternately whine about my life and wax lyrical about its blessings.Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.comBlogger2051100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-82469126248426353102010-12-20T00:28:00.001+08:002010-12-20T00:29:24.000+08:00

With less than six months to go (oh my goodness me!), we have been spending an inordinate amount of our personal time getting things in line for D Day. This weekend's agenda: Saturday 12 noon - Appointment with jeweller's for wedding bands (ordered!) 3pm - Shopping for shoes (for me) and shirts (for him) for the photoshoot - bought nought 6pm - Recce site for photoshoot (we picked it) 730pm -

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-60991059121068855572010-08-07T00:14:00.002+08:002010-08-07T00:35:41.192+08:00

This. Song. Is. FRIGGING. Incredible. And the live version is pretty darn good too. Lyrics: sweet disposition never too soon oh reckless abandon like no one's watching you a moment, a love a dream, a laugh a kiss, a cry our rights, our wrongs a moment, a love a dream, a laugh a moment, a love a dream, a laugh chorus just stay there cause i'll be comin over and while our blood's

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-48868995168038097072010-07-28T20:51:00.005+08:002010-07-28T21:14:47.182+08:00

Recently watched Inception. Recently fell in love with Joseph Gordon-Levitt, or Joe for short. OMG Joe! Interview with Peter Travers from Rolling Stone: Interview with Jimmy Fallon: And this really awesome short film, a result of a collaboration of artistes of various media on hitRECord:

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-45111040655438353152010-06-04T00:29:00.000+08:002010-06-04T00:29:50.136+08:00

Honestly, I don't know why it took me so long to "announce" this here, but yes, The Boyfriend will henceforth be known as The Fiancé. Actually no, I never refer to him as that in reality, only sometimes the husband-to-be. So yes, he will hencforce be known as the HTB. I just got off the phone with the HTB not long ago, after wishing each other Happy Anniversary. We are also counting down to the

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-82232616641552060572010-03-03T20:20:00.007+08:002010-03-03T20:36:33.738+08:00

On the way home the other day, I suddenly remembered the S$8,000 Labradoodle we saw at Mt Pleasant animal clinic the other day. Yes, you read right. Eight thousand Singapore dollars. At the next traffic stop (we were on his bike), I wondered out loud to The Boyfriend: "Why would someone pay S$8,000 for a dog? I wouldn't even pay S$800 for one." Without skipping a beat (I really don't know how he

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-17805129877018143322010-02-02T23:48:00.003+08:002010-02-03T00:03:25.410+08:00

The Boyfriend came home after a weekend getaway to be greeted by a sad-looking puppy outside his door. It was corralled in a corner, meek and shy, a captive of his dad who had brought him back from the construction site at which he worked. He remembered his dad mention that he'd been seeing a cute little pup with his littermates and mum around, and would try to bring him home if he had a chance.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-67962918340382612812009-12-09T23:45:00.000+08:002009-12-09T23:45:36.942+08:00

If someone tells you something, but you sense something else, who should you listen to? If you give someone feedback about themselves, but are wishy-washy about it, you'll probably do more harm than good. Speculation is slow poison.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-77867937897016876362009-10-14T23:34:00.001+08:002009-10-14T23:41:21.532+08:00

This year is going to go down in history as The Year of Weddings. Not withstanding the stand-alone ROMs, by 31st December 2009, I expect to have attended no less than 10 weddings. Some weddings I go to alone, and some The Boyfriend and I are invited as a couple. For the latter, some effort is usually put in to ensure our outfits match in some way. So I thought, before wedding dinner fatigue sets

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-73073165728662865322009-09-10T19:13:00.002+08:002009-09-10T19:22:50.474+08:00

Two weeks ago yesterday, I went to catch the film The Blind Beast, which is part of the line-up of this year's Japanese Film Festival. I was there with my colleague, who had alerted me to the festival, and her boyfriend. The movie was good (and free), better than another festival offering that I'd paid money for to watch. (If you have to know, it was A Snake of June.) But that's not what this

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-51798280744783635422009-08-02T18:36:00.000+08:002009-08-02T18:49:47.613+08:00

5. Every night in the office, you have to stand up and yell "I'm still here!" when someone turns off the lights.4. You suddenly recall, one week after the payment due date, that you have yet to settle your credit card bill.3. You think it is okay getting 4-5 hours of sleep per night, every night.2. You have repetitive strain injury in your index finger from using the little cursor directional...

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-52708200417388738902009-06-16T23:55:00.004+08:002009-06-18T23:22:39.027+08:00

As promised! Pictures from our anniversary stay at Hotel Re!. (Tsk. How to end a sentence with two punctuation marks?! ...Well! Apparently you can.)Our verdict of the boutique/budget hotel would hover around the 3/3.5 out of 5 mark.For starters, the hotel was kinda ulu, I reckon you'd have to walk some distance before chancing upon any decent food. We also had to wait at least 15 minutes for our

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-332520027606255832009-06-08T23:23:00.001+08:002009-06-14T23:59:14.623+08:00

Last Thursday marked the 5th anniversary of my relationship with The Boyfriend. That's right, 5 years! We are damn proud of ourselves, haha.Still in the midst of editing the photos we took, and I would like to hit the sheets before midnight tonight, so I won't be putting them up just yet.... Okay, I'll leave you with one photo. Actually, it's a photo of a photo, a polaroid to be exact. The

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-21184134539168556032009-05-26T02:51:00.001+08:002009-05-26T02:51:21.123+08:00

Rare nowadays to have the night to myself, I find it hard to say "good night" and to let go.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-11751034050894596482009-05-05T22:17:00.002+08:002009-05-05T22:23:25.556+08:00

I made a friend today.I'd noticed his presence in my neighbourhood for the longest time; always a loner, he would appear every once in a while, presumably to patrol his territory. His battle-worn face was not the friendliest or prettiest of miens, so I only paid scant attention to him.Lately, however, the black cat had been moping around the grass patch in front of my block, sleeping the days and

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-19998605667191933622009-05-04T01:04:00.002+08:002009-05-04T01:10:01.537+08:00

As well as for common decency, honesty, and respect for proper discourse on matters of morality/ethics.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-35931947823812801742009-04-27T23:23:00.001+08:002009-04-27T23:30:16.890+08:00

Heard Yoga Lin sing it on "百万大歌星" earlier tonight, and remembered his very memorable performance on "超級星光大道" which was simultaneously mesmerising and bewildering:And from the original singer (Easonnn!!!!):

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-49545951490089294042009-04-05T23:45:00.000+08:002009-04-05T23:45:46.998+08:00

The first time I heard Eason's version, I was mesmerised and enthralled. The first time I heard 方大同's, I was blown away. Here, they perform the song together. Orgasmic.P/S I bought Khalil's album just for this song.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-42025922636140745192009-03-19T20:57:00.002+08:002009-03-19T21:03:31.790+08:00

Of late, I've been seeing this phrase being used in our company internal foums quite often. A member of staff would start off a post with the statement "I stand corrected", then go on to tell everyone how he (it tends to be a guy) feels something should be done, with nary any reference to how he was wrong."I stand corrected" basically means "I have been proven wrong". What these people meant to

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-88646082792573680792009-03-11T21:55:00.000+08:002009-03-11T21:55:46.441+08:00

First two photos: Toa Payoh First Thai Restaurant, 23 Purvis Street

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-53053012483170865162009-03-09T21:20:00.000+08:002009-03-09T21:20:00.148+08:00

Films I'm gonna catch at the 2009 SIFF:1. Sincerely Yours2. Girl Inside3. Lucky7 (I know! I missed it for a whole year!!)4. Let's Fall in Love5. Boy Interrupted

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-62439757514540520502009-03-02T23:25:00.003+08:002009-03-02T23:35:02.954+08:00

And I actually reverted back to it. For a grand total of 2 minutes. After all this time of simplicity, I think I like my blog the way it is now, save for some minor changes that could be made here or there.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-33737304177025938872009-02-28T02:03:00.018+08:002009-03-16T16:52:07.726+08:00

Two years ago, The Boyfriend said, "You know, X doesn't celebrate Valentine's with her boyfriend. I think that's a good idea." So that year, we had dinner at Botak Jones on 14th February. I still remember that rocher chocolate that the wait staff gave out to all their customers.Naturally, I gave him grief for that everytime I remembered the occasion.So last year, we did better, camping overnight

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-6051328573921733062009-02-03T01:20:00.003+08:002009-02-28T02:07:18.264+08:00

On a whim, I decided to go watch Rachel Getting Married today. Heck it with all the crummy CNY fare this year! I wanted something I could sink my teeth into.I called The Boyfriend for a lark, not really expecting him to be interested, this being Badminton Day and all. But lo, he agreed to traipse down to town to catch it with me!So I rush there, right, almost not making it 'cause of work to do at

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-53753827009917843152009-01-27T20:42:00.005+08:002009-01-27T21:22:52.355+08:00

Yes yes, I know it's been ages since I last blogged, I can almost see the virtual cobwebs hanging from the corner of screen. Always wanted to, but it was either no time, no inspiration, or a combination of both.Did all my essential new year visiting yesterday, and I basically rotted at home today. The Boyfriend kept saying he would pop over, so I resisted the urge to blog in case it took too long

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-30994300540620062422008-10-05T16:53:00.003+08:002008-10-05T17:31:02.184+08:00

I'm telling you, this woman really knows how to put on a show. Of course it helps that her fans are hot-blooded and ready to rock from the get-go, but she literally commands you to get off your seat and up on your feet. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, nevermind that the sound system was a bit distant-sounding for my liking. Dwarfed under the light.One of the many reasons why I loved the concert: the

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-59984685581849440742008-09-27T15:59:00.002+08:002008-09-27T16:08:44.364+08:00

Heheh. My friend got free tix and her boyfriend's out of town, so she asked me along with her. His loss, my gain. I'm gonna snap many pix! Too bad my Olympus has been given away. Only left with The Sis' below-par Konica-Minolta.Maybe I should bring a mini-tripod?

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-41791025868937411772008-08-28T00:09:00.005+08:002008-08-28T22:46:49.339+08:00

Yay videos! These are videos of Eason's Meet and Greet sesh at HMV on 23rd Aug that I've managed to find.This first one was done by students of Ngee Ann Poly. Think they were commissioned by HMV to do so or something; saw them in their (I'm assuming) ECA t-shirts -ourvoicebox - with their videocams.It was quite nicely done. At the end are scenes of him signing his albums. Makes me giggle just to

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-35371768228040719402008-08-26T01:02:00.003+08:002008-08-28T22:30:38.277+08:00

So I managed to head down to Eason's Meet and Greet sesh on Saturday, even though it was raining and I was late. The Boyfriend was supposed to accompany me to the event, but he was put off by the weather and so, in an unprecedented move, I went down to a 粉丝 event on my own.I was 10 minutes late by the time I'd arrived, and a healthy crowd had already gathered on the first, second and third floors

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-15286304380823587432008-08-21T00:12:00.002+08:002008-08-23T05:29:26.127+08:00

It's been a long time since any singer has laid claim over my heart in such a way, with such intensity. I'm making it known here and now: I effing love you, Eason Chan!I love you so much, I forgive you for speaking incomprehensibly in Cantonese at your recent concert at the Indoor Stadium (you did, after all, ask more than a couple of times what language us Singaporeans spoke; heck, you even put

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-50965443520391628102008-08-11T23:00:00.002+08:002008-08-11T23:47:28.590+08:00

This year was the third year running I had the privilege to attend the NDP; all three years I have enjoyed myself, but every year the experience is slightly different.The first year, I was cautious, almost cynical.Last year, it was all about taking in the small things and relishing them.This year, my mood was a bit more contemplative, perhaps in part due to the fact that we are facing an economic

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-84687959201923870122008-07-08T23:08:00.002+08:002008-07-08T23:14:34.782+08:00

Heard over Class95 this morning that this group of media students from TP made a video (called a lip dub) li-synching to Rihanna's "Umbrella". Curiosity piqued, I decided to take a peek.Verdict? Funniest thing I've seen produced locally in a while! Very clever and creative kids these. (With a lot of time on their hands.)See it here:There's a whole bunch of them - perhaps they did it as part of a

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1736034735438826832008-07-06T15:01:00.002+08:002008-07-06T15:02:42.454+08:00

Made a short stop at Expo on Friday to check out another one of those regular sales affairs by local departmental stores. Wandering around, I found myself at the belts section, and saw a few that caught my eye.Being the auntie that I am, my bag was stuffed full and the spillover contents were in a plastic bag in my hand. That made it considerably more difficult for me to try on the belts for size

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-52171606169230974152008-07-01T23:17:00.001+08:002008-07-01T23:19:06.335+08:00

Started writing this on Sunday, but didn't have time to complete it til now. Somehow it transformed from a little gripe to a full-blown missive about the lack of proper service in Singapore (or Orchard Rd, at least). You have been warned.Oh, Great Singapore Service, all experienced in a day. How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways:1. Let's start with the most minor incident. We were in one of

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-29642923381792651002008-05-14T23:55:00.001+08:002008-05-14T23:56:38.953+08:00

Played around with the template and inadvertently lost my blog template. Sad.............

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-61569328327156078852008-05-14T23:36:00.002+08:002008-05-14T23:44:37.814+08:00

One thing I dread about using Blogger is all the extra formatting I have to do when I upload photos. Each photo I add goes right up to the top of the page, and formatting can be hellllll because I don't know no basic html. So I'm giving Google Docs a chance and hopefully, posting pics will become less of a hassle (not sure about the formatting part still, though). So, here goes:A random pic from

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-12802849317551962862008-05-04T18:49:00.004+08:002008-08-21T00:04:56.594+08:00

Something I nicked off this blog., which was in turn sent to me by Barry:Domestic Maids, Mas Selamat and Why Wong Kan Seng Should Be FinedPardon the slightly bizarre title of this post. In a roundabout way, it was inspired by the following article from Today:2 years on, employers still skirt day-off clauseShould there be a law to get employers to comply?Friday • April 25, 2008NEWLY arrived, a

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-20644642810460986702008-05-04T12:54:00.004+08:002008-05-04T18:49:32.056+08:00

Was looking for information on the film Taxidermia when I stumbled upon this report:I wonder how these fines take place, but somehow I suspect it wasn't the fruit of some young graduate sitting in a darkened room screening tv shows for objectionable programmes.Why don't poeple just live and let live?

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-12093483697116657802008-04-27T23:56:00.002+08:002008-04-27T23:59:40.983+08:00

Grotesque, bizarre, repulsive. Weird.I really wanna catch this movie!

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-29189664006661292652008-04-09T00:00:00.002+08:002008-04-09T00:02:57.902+08:00

The SIFF is almost over. I tarried too long. Oh well, even if I can't catch Lucky7 (which I'm hoping will get a commercial release sometime later), there are a few films I could still possibly catch this weekend. Even one would suffice. Now, if only JW would confirm when our short has to be filmed...

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-40147490920732197242008-03-07T23:34:00.003+08:002008-03-07T23:38:59.358+08:00

I was out of town for a business meeting this week, and thought I'd bring my smart new jacket along with me. I love it because it isa) a Missy Elliot design from Adidasb) almost perfect in the way it hugs my curvesc) bought on sale at like, half the original priced) a gorgeous shade of navy bluee) satinBehold:But, alas, point e) also became its undoing. Unbeknownst to me as I was rushing from one

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-38683236489015376902008-02-24T11:39:00.001+08:002008-02-24T23:41:35.480+08:00

I know, I know, I promised photos and a blow-by-blow of my trips to Cebu and Scandi. I still intend to do them. Actually for the period of time where Facebook was at its fever-pitch for me I was considering ditching the thought altogether, but then I realised nothing seals an experience quite like writing about it. But since it's a little late on a Sunday night to be putting up dozens of photos

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-43480142073141385642008-02-19T22:51:00.005+08:002008-02-19T23:50:39.677+08:00

I don't know where we get our ideas from - Bird Park, Botak Jones, and now, Camping at East Coast Park - but we certainly mark the significant occasions in our life as a couple with visits to unusual locales.So, last Saturday, The Boyfriend and I biked to ECP with heavily-loaded bags, picked a choice spot and starting pitching our tent.Twenty minutes later, we finally got it up! I noticed that,

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-78963733559616101192008-01-26T02:32:00.000+08:002008-01-26T02:51:05.599+08:00

I don't know how to do it. Or rather, I don't like, or want, to do it, most of the time. It is too effort-intensive. It is a snivel. It is what people would screw up their noses at, behind your back.Yet, at times, it is essential, if you are not to get into trouble with The Man. Or receive a black mark. It is a mode the more street-smart amongst us would get into when necessary.I should really

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-16639680825715630062007-12-19T00:09:00.000+08:002008-01-01T21:50:52.125+08:00

Last weekend, The Boyfriend and I did some shopping at the about-to-be-closed Concourse, where he deliberated for a very, very long time, whether to buy Snow From A Can and a pack of 9 Christmas-themed stencils. Eventually, finally, after a lifetime he did, and we had a field day decorating all sorts of glass surfaces!My room: My dad's car (my dad's away for work; I have no idea how he'll react

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-85519467752569311452007-11-18T21:04:00.000+08:002007-11-18T21:07:25.946+08:00

That's the thing about being cheapo. You take your chances too often and somewhere down the line, something has to give. There I was, my sleepy ass waiting for my seat to be confirmed, running all over the airport trying to tie all the loose ends together before taking off - only to be told that all of the passengers showed up.But it's ok, some good came out of it, at least I managed to get some

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-77491280947744023792007-11-05T00:48:00.000+08:002007-11-18T20:45:46.824+08:00

Hadn't been blogging for a while, because the recent blogworthy things of date were company-related, and hence, out of bounds. Nothing else of note took place in my boring little existence. Until yesterday!Yes, our very own Eugene is in the running to become one of two winners of a brand new Subaru Impreza!A bunch of us were there last night and again tonight to support him. After almost 36 hours

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-60243913132736677242007-10-09T22:54:00.000+08:002007-10-09T22:59:06.112+08:00

Restaurant review, inspired by the above-mentioned foodie show on Channel 8.Credits: Video edited by YM (you can read his blog entry here too)So, at WH's suggestion, we found ourselves in a small, tucked-away corner in Singapore that night, a place not usually patronised by people who aren't planning to make a move on their girls after dinner (i.e. us)I won't touch on the bits they talk about in

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-31136518473691923292007-09-14T23:47:00.000+08:002007-11-05T01:01:27.370+08:00

Today marks my grandad's second death anniversary. His wife, most of his children and his grandchildren made a visit to the temple where his remains are housed. In remembrance of him, we offered up joss sticks, prepared his favourite food, burnt some offerings and (finally) unveiled his tablet. I still get a little emotional whenever I see his likeness on his urn, but on the other hand it's

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-75251451346354208672007-09-09T23:23:00.000+08:002007-09-09T23:34:52.033+08:00

Sigh, another weekend gone by, again. I don't know whether it is a function of age or work, but since both The Boyfriend and I started out as office drones, we have had less and less inclination to venture outdoors. And I only just started on the work I brought home around an hour ago, though I had the whole weekend to do it. Thankfully it was quite effortless. Either that or I'm just not putting

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-22399338045092657982007-09-03T23:00:00.000+08:002007-09-03T23:04:07.413+08:00

Me, at a company event last Friday, at which I was part of the organising committee. It was tiring, but fun!Yes, I know: I am irritatingly act cute.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-12013980885335139862007-08-19T23:01:00.000+08:002007-08-19T23:40:16.533+08:00

Bah. I missed Fash Bash. For the second time. And it was held over two days! Man, the weekends are simply too short. I woke up late yesterday after playing sitter to a bunch of my drunk/high workmates the night before, and alternated between being present at my dad's birthday bash (I struggled with that, even) and going out with The Boyfriend's friends from out-of-town.And today - Work. I'm fast

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-39349815996699332822007-08-13T22:31:00.000+08:002007-08-13T22:38:43.323+08:00

As a little girl, I was seriously patriotic. Whenever Majulah Singapura was played over tv or the pledge recited, I would stand, ramrod straight, and belt out the lines with gusto. Ah, those days of self-consciouslessness.But those things changed as I grew older. Slowly, I started to notice the adults giggling at me when I sang my national anthem at attention. As I moved onto secondary school, it

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-75051848633810268812007-07-31T22:30:00.000+08:002007-07-31T22:38:44.396+08:00

Yesterday (was it really just yesterday?) I turned a quarter-of-a-century old. And although I started celebrating - for lack of a better word - my official entrance into the mid-20s since last Friday, it only really hit me when my close friend sent me an MMS of me holding a cake (my fifth) with the caption "Happy 25th Birthday!".I most definitely do not feel 25. Heck, sometimes I still can't

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-29210720467764567342007-07-23T21:27:00.000+08:002007-07-29T16:31:11.029+08:00

I cannot resist commenting on this:"I also hope that besides seeing my diligence, he also sees how attractive and beautiful I am."If you've read today's Life!, then you'll know who spouted that utterly bimbotic line.Now if she said: "I also hope that besides seeing my beauty, he also sees how diligent I am," I'd hold my piece. Peace. She'd earn a lil of my respect. But, yeah, I'm sure Andy Lau

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-26054336419490846132007-07-15T23:15:00.000+08:002007-07-15T23:15:46.394+08:00

Every morning, I take a bus to work. You've seen them before, those schoolbuses that double up as private transport for office-going people (my carbon footprint looks good, no?) who wait punctually by the curbside for them.So every morning, I get on this bus, greet the ladies who are seated behind me (only one of them ever deigned to reply), plonk down on my usual seat, get cosy and nod off to

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-42677685804271717932007-06-21T00:42:00.000+08:002007-06-21T00:44:10.888+08:00

Tadah! Here we are, after two-and-a-half hours of preparation and cooking, me still in my office wear, he so zonked he doesn't even know where the camera is.... And here is a close-up...In this next picture, the very burnt chicken wing was my tester wing. Other people would've used a bread crumb instead. But that's Ms Coddled for you. Half of the batch you see here were undercooked to varying

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-20639302286198773162007-06-05T22:58:00.000+08:002007-06-05T23:11:20.359+08:00

Yesterday, The Boyfriend and I quietly wrapped up our third year as an item. A few simple sms-es exclaiming "Happy 3rd Anniversary!", a phone call, and that was it. But still, happy I was. Okay to be truthful, we did our celebrating on Sunday 'cause he couldn't manage to take leave, but that was also a quiet, laidback affair. We'd intended to go visit the Sungei Buloh Nature Reserve that morning,

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-35993526866943575172007-05-03T23:40:00.000+08:002007-05-03T23:43:00.553+08:00

He is, in fact, a highly inconsiderate man.This person lives in the block opposite of mine, has no grilles on his windows, and uses bright florescent light to illuminate his room. Add to that the fact the he likes to sit, bare-bodied, in front of his computer for hours on end, and that makes for a very distracting view.Not that he has rippling muscles or anything of the like; no, he is actually

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-84905858142857076892007-05-02T00:08:00.001+08:002007-05-02T00:09:07.713+08:00

Have you ever felt frustrated at not having enough time to do your own things? I know I have. And increasingly so. Ah, well. There never is enough time, is there?My family celebrated my sister's birthday today. I'm by no means a very good conversationist, but it's always nice to have a family gathering once in a while, to catch up with relatives, and generally soak up the atmosphere.I also had an

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-6222277953966329912007-04-10T23:01:00.000+08:002007-04-12T12:02:53.471+08:00

Suddenly, I felt totally ratted out on.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-6810579883338408382007-04-02T11:38:00.000+08:002007-04-10T23:05:47.324+08:00

Just came back from Bangkok, and had a rockin' time there. I spent a disgusting amount of money on 7 pairs of shoes (sadly, all that I've worn so far will cause me to get arthritis prematurely), 7 skirts, 9 dresses and a countless array of tops and accessories. Actually, after the shoes, I'm not very sure if I got the figures right. I tried counting, really, but I started to get a headache. But '

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-12194166195894001092007-02-22T22:44:00.001+08:002007-02-22T22:45:57.836+08:00

"Darling," I whined. "My scalp is itchy...""How come? I thought you changed your shampoo already?" The Boyfriend inquired."Yah, but I switched back 'cause the other one isn't colour safe," said I.Audible sigh from the other side of the line."What is more important leh? Your scalp or your hair colour?"Sheepish pause."Scalp lah..." said I, ashamedly.Anyways, on an unrelated note, here's a shot of

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-69072773180790549262007-02-10T23:02:00.000+08:002007-02-22T22:47:13.930+08:00

I'd always wanted to try my hand at smoking sheesha, so on Friday night Barry took me to this nice little restaurant tucked away in Arab Street. It had a nice chill-out vibe to it.Listening to the band play (they used an interesting mesh of western and classical muscial instruments) while sipping on my hot glass of mint leaves, I felt like I'd been transported half a world away. There was even

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-46437548728059936322007-02-02T21:10:00.000+08:002007-02-02T21:22:31.074+08:00

Suddenly felt the urge to re-connect with my cyberlife again, but The Boyfriend is about to swing by for our night out at the movies, and *gasp* my hair isn't dry yet.Anyway, this comes fantastically lake, but I was at Ha Long Bay, and here's a magnificent picture of the World Heritage Site.And - I couldn't resist: Guess what this is? The correct answer will win - more self-indulgent pictures!

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-72201178343819005792007-01-02T20:37:00.000+08:002007-01-02T21:22:03.039+08:00

Depending on how you look at it, looking back on times past this New Year is either highly inappropriate, or very apt indeed. And, by the title of this post, it's obvious which side of the camp I am on.Yeah. Sentimental me. I can't even get rid of that old candy wrapper Junyu gave to me - although I only have a vague idea where I stuffed it. Which goes a long way in explaining why my room is in a

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-79294163201183902142006-12-31T19:14:00.000+08:002007-01-02T21:14:51.629+08:00

Frankly speaking, I'd never even heard of the phrase before. And even after I recovered from the bewilderment of the statement, I couldn't bring myself to say it either, for fear that I'd turn into a freakin' walking Hallmark card. I feel quite bad for the nice lady who tooted forth the words half a room away, only to receive a too-quick "Merry Christmas!" from me. A faint look of confusion

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1166428195196031392006-12-18T15:49:00.000+08:002006-12-18T15:57:45.766+08:00

A damn good fartWhile not acceptable in public,Is necessaryAnd can be enjoyed in privateWith others.Dear Friends,I know I have been tardy in updating this blog o' mine.But know this!I have not left it for dead.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1162809218242905832006-11-06T18:26:00.000+08:002006-12-09T11:03:13.083+08:00

...Where I dump all the dumb miscellaneous things I didn't know where else to slot in, but simply have to share anyhow.In the middle of the dry market, where the likes of vegetables and houshold items were being sold, we came by this curio of a store which sold and displayed a musky menagerie of stuffed animals.The Old...I remember the owners of the little provision shop downstairs used to make

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1162542585695502222006-11-06T16:34:00.000+08:002006-12-11T01:11:00.423+08:00

Finally, a day with the time and inclination to blog. Unfortunately, inspiration's still missing from the formula. (Maybe if I just inundate the post with lots of pictures, no one will be the wiser.)Two young women wake up at the crack of dawn in a bid to catch a fish auction.the normally crowded trains are empty, save for a few sleepy passengers.the notice the ladies should have paid heed to

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1161770200078430822006-10-25T17:49:00.000+08:002006-11-03T14:40:40.443+08:00

On my first day of kindergarten, my grandma stayed outside the classroom and peeped in from the louvres of the windows while lessons went on, worried that I would turn from boisterous to meek in a room-full of strangers and burst into tears once the doors closed. But she worried needlessly - I ended up tearing through the classroom like a mini blizzard, making friends and feeling right at home,

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1160021116233916342006-10-05T11:58:00.000+08:002006-10-20T01:34:36.913+08:00

For years, my mum and I have been contending with our twelveth floor neighbour (we live three floors down). She, and her mum, love to leave their wet, dripping laundry out to dry at the worst possible time - while everyone else eleven floor below are also having theirs out in the sun.In the beginning, my mum and I separately went upstairs to implore them to take their clothes in, not knowing the

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1159981521593014242006-10-05T00:58:00.000+08:002006-10-05T01:08:51.536+08:00

The longer I stay away from blogging, the less I feel I have to offer. With n new blogs being set up each day, and many having a unique view of the world, one wonders who would be interested to read one's shit. Indeed, I've found myself holding back many times from divulging some personal nugget, worried that it'll either1) bore the shit out of you; or2) give you goosebumpsboth leading to the

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1158683082290108982006-09-25T19:51:00.000+08:002006-09-25T19:59:50.000+08:00

I have the inclination but unfortunately no inspiration to write.So I show you pictures, lor.My Favourite Top Model contestant, Elyse Sewell, comes to town! Nah, it's just the poster of her modelling Giordano's latest collection.Actually, that's it. One picture. I have new ones (relatively speaking), but my memory card is currently being held hostage, with my colleague.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1157834166148501862006-09-10T04:30:00.000+08:002006-09-10T04:36:06.400+08:00

Being away from home as much as I am, I've come to find my days in Singapore to be very precious. Time to catch up with myself, with friends, with family. Sad to say, "family" seems to end up last on my list invariably. Yes, it's a shame - I take them for granted.Yet they are undoubtably the unsung heroes in my life.The other day my mum asked me what time I wanted to take my dinner before

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1157358780838275782006-09-04T16:26:00.000+08:002006-09-04T16:33:00.873+08:00

It's funny how the magnitude of a person's presence in your life is illuminated by his absence. Take care, I love ya babe.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1155310998634979292006-09-01T02:13:00.000+08:002006-11-06T16:53:20.753+08:00

(NB: I started writing this a damn long time ago, and never continued until now. Part of the entry involved some thinly-veiled remarks at the plight of people taking planes from Heathrow Airport, which have had to be taken down for reasons of relevance. Let's hope I can still remember what I wanted to say)In London there is what is known, amongst my colleagues, as a hop-on-hop-off bus. For ₤20 (

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1156539034440716712006-08-26T04:45:00.000+08:002006-08-26T04:50:35.110+08:00

There's too much going on in my life for me to have the time to sit down in front of my comp and blog. Oh, gosh. I really really want to show off all these pictures I took in London and Paris, but alas, the tick-tock's not on my side. I mean, I sacrifice sleep so that I can spend some time with my friends. Coming home at this time, all I wanna do is plonk onto my bed and lose all sense of

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1154810724438054892006-08-06T04:40:00.000+08:002006-08-09T19:47:05.063+08:00

So very weak.Today I was pissed off again by the self-same friend I referred to in a previous entry some time ago. Actually her crime wasn't major, but it was the accumulation of the mis-communications we've had that made me see red. I shan't go into the details, but it bothered me the whole night, hanging over me like a fly I couldn't shake off.I held onto him tonight, trying to hug away all the

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1154157230945650232006-07-29T15:08:00.000+08:002006-07-30T13:51:12.273+08:00

The Boyfriend went to elaborate lengths to surprise me with a party held in my honour, tossing red herring after red herring in my path to throw me off the scent. But the red herrings were his own fault - originally unnecessary, they were only introduced after I discovered a piece of paper lying in his room that looked suspiciously like a BBQ session to be held very close to the day of my birth,

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1153603709152020492006-07-23T05:25:00.000+08:002006-07-23T05:28:29.266+08:00

I think I'm perpetually in a different time zone. Started packing my wardrobe, which was creaking under the weight of all my clothes, at 1 in the morning. Then I went to do some laundry. And then showered. Which resulted, not suprisingly, in me feeling more awake and alert than I otherwise ought to be at this time of night.So blog I shall - I went to the famous Shilin Night Market the night

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1151939000009529492006-07-18T13:45:00.000+08:002006-07-19T01:36:09.416+08:00

H-amsterdam.Okay okay that was lame. Yeah ok really bad, something even my soci mates would scoff at (and they have low standards), and hardly the way to treat you, my dear reader(s) (I have you in particular in mind when I say this, Adrian), after the long wait I have made you endure. So here they are now, them pictures! Loads and loads of them. Go ahead, knock yerself out!One of the first I

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1151889993935584142006-07-03T09:22:00.000+08:002006-07-12T02:21:43.066+08:00

After more than 12 hours on the job, the last thing I want to do is make cordial, lip service-paying conversation with the taxi uncle. My mind is shutting down, my eyes are droopy and all I want to do is switch off, but do you sense that from looking through your rear-view mirror at me? Nooooooooo.Instead, you talk at the top of your voice, gesticulate wildly with both hands as you careen down

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1151151449150852812006-06-24T19:26:00.000+08:002006-07-10T18:23:34.456+08:00

I sit in the dark as I type this, waiting for The Boyfriend to awake from his slumber so that we can go over to my gram's to have dinner. What a way to spend my Saturday off. Just while all my time away at home. Oh well, gives me the opportunity (or should I say excuse) to post up some photos I took in Abu Dhabi and Sydney.Like I said, the Abu Dhabi-ans are mighty uptight about getting their

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1150605701797600522006-06-18T22:48:00.000+08:002006-06-21T23:43:50.700+08:00

It's not that I have been so busy that I haven't had time for blogging, but seeing as this is the only window that The Boyfriend and I have before he and I both march into Cubicles of Slavedom and end our lives as we know it, it makes more sense to spend time with him (and family and friends), even if it's just hanging around and enjoying each other's company, not doing much else. Sometimes it

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1149276222205395432006-06-02T23:20:00.000+08:002006-06-16T13:05:05.856+08:00

... But I couldn't resist the urge to use the internet for a bit. You see, ladies and gentlemen, I am now in the United Arab Emirates state of Abu Dhabi, where the weather is swelteringly hot, the hours are 4 behind Singapore time, and where picture-taking is a restricted affair. I read in the guide of the hotel room that no photographs are to be taken of government buildings and such-like, and

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1149047275289257452006-05-31T11:41:00.000+08:002006-05-31T12:00:03.280+08:00

After landing in Seoul, I whipped out my camera and turned it on. What greeted me on the screen just made my lips part and smile:Don't get it? Let me elaborate:Darling, next time just sleep on the other side, la.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1148706550330491382006-05-27T13:06:00.000+08:002006-05-27T13:09:10.356+08:00

Was going through my pictures looking for something interesting to post on Friendster, but chanced upon these instead. They were taken in Melbourne, about a week ago. View from my hotel roomStreet artist: chalk on pavement. Reminds me of Mary Poppins.The picturesque view on Yarra River. Was a bit cloudy that evening.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1141301080280049502006-05-25T19:22:00.000+08:002006-05-29T22:55:17.236+08:00

"The most beautiful discovery true friends makes is that they can grow separately without growing apart."- Elizabeth FowleyOn Mar 2, I typed in this quote, my heart full of bitterness and spite. My best friend of 7 years, the one person whom I thought would never be one of the many passersby in my life, was starting to fade from it.She was one of the fallen ones. Someone came by, swept her off

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1148462343283188212006-05-25T13:05:00.000+08:002006-06-05T17:57:07.483+08:00

Intended to write to SingTel and get my phonebill to be mailed to me instead of my uncle/aunt as it has been for the past 5 years, but apparently, I lost the only copy of the bill my aunt passed me.Wanted to see Tokyo for the very first time, but I lost my appetite, lost a lot of fluid (due to a semi-loss of control in my bowel movements), and hence, lost my chance to do so.But I will not lose my

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1147299822478300752006-05-11T06:22:00.000+08:002006-05-16T23:22:37.146+08:00

Am now standing at a internet terminal at the, erm, Budget Terminal.I'm jetting off to Phuket!!! Sun, sand, the beautiful sea... and hopefully hunky diving instructors for me to ogle at.Be back on 17th. Ciao, people.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1146912302159513852006-05-06T18:23:00.000+08:002006-05-08T22:57:15.840+08:00

By now, most of us would have slipped that folded piece of paper (which some say is marked) into the highly-guarded cardboard box; but I would still like to share a few pictures I took at the WP Rally at AMK (opposite your place, Marion!) I attended on Thurday night. For posterity.By the time my mum and I arrived at the scene, the rally was nearing its end. Many people had gathered both on the

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1146473105373950692006-05-01T16:38:00.000+08:002006-05-01T16:51:23.236+08:00

At the rally I did not attend:Last night's WP rally at Hougang. I was floored when I saw this picture, taken from Yawning Bread.This site, as well as Singabloodypore, I found at Jan's blog.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1146472664487762472006-05-01T16:36:00.000+08:002006-05-01T16:53:35.833+08:00

As mentioned in my last post, turning into my estate on my way home from the airport, something inside me stirred when I saw the logos and posters of both the PAP and opposition party WP flanking both sides of the road, as if admonishing me to "make the choice". Almost electrifying. Nevermind that the jaded taxi-driver, surely more concerned with making ends meet, commented that he was glad he

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1146322272410548342006-04-30T12:36:00.000+08:002006-05-05T14:57:55.066+08:00

Just got back from Perth this morning. The weather was great, compared to the humidity of Singapore (perhaps affected by the impending eruption of the volcano I've been hearing about). But turning into my neighbourhood, it was hard not to get excited seeing all the banners PAP and Worker's Party have put up in anticipation of 6 May. Will try to get some pictures of the scene around here, and post

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1145202736060503112006-04-16T23:41:00.000+08:002006-04-17T22:30:59.866+08:00

(hee.)

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1145177637131339412006-04-16T23:02:00.000+08:002006-04-22T22:12:19.580+08:00

Ah, it's so good to be home. Nothing beats being back with your loved ones, being back in your room (no matter that it's so messy getting in an out of it is practically an exercise in navigational travel).That's what I was thinking to myself early yesterday morning, as the coach my colleagues and I were on drove over the Tsing Ma Bridge (which bears a striking and, I suspect, deliberate

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1144861863852150942006-04-13T01:03:00.000+08:002006-04-14T14:14:34.816+08:00

For those of you who were guessing where I'd disappeared to, here's a hint:And this provides a nudge regarding where I'm headed next:By the by, this indirectly answers the question posed on my last entry - the answer is, of course, Changi Airport.More pictures when I return! For now, I need to figure out what to pack.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1144558081999041922006-04-09T12:31:00.000+08:002006-04-09T12:48:02.030+08:00

For the next week or so, you won't hear from me.If you know which public toilet in Singapore stocks up on one of these things (a godsend):Then you will know why.Answers when I return!

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1143563113245891012006-03-29T00:23:00.000+08:002006-03-29T00:37:53.993+08:00

Think the concussion did some damage to my brain.(A lil haphazardly put-together but...) More great poses from the rest of my 'mates (love you guys!):Have you guessed the answer yet?First-aid class.And finally, because I can:The One-Two-Five Manoeuvre (impossible-to-spell word)Four BeautiesOn my way to "school", munching on breakfast on the bus as usual.

Molly Coddlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10325809.post-1142870444876714512006-03-21T21:29:00.000+08:002006-03-27T22:46:08.636+08:00

Well enough about people who irritate you needlessly. Since my dad's in the bathroom, I might as well do more than stick up my side of the room and blog a bit more. I spent a hellava lot of money this month! In fact, ever since I realised my bank account would be receiving lumps of cash in a pattern regular enough to become predictable, I have let all my inhibitions loose. Too loose, in fact.

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