Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Thoughts of the day
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.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Molly's Closet - Wedding (Dinner) Outfits
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 in, why not do a collage of our Royal Matchiness?
Why not indeed? I think we have all but two.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
An ERP Story
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Top 5 Signs You've Been Working Far More Than is Considered Acceptable
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... nipple thing that's found on your laptop.
1. When you accidentally flip your clothes inside out, you start looking for the "undo" button.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Hotel Re! Stay
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 room (no we weren't late):
Service was pretty mediocre. When we asked for a late check-out, the reception staff turned us down without bothering to check. Her tone, though polite, was also firm and final. (On the up side, however, we did get a glass of ice from the hotel restaurant, no questions asked, to bring back to our room.)
By the way, I was quite amused with the guy in the middle of the frame, looking straight into the lens.
The rest of our groovy room. I assume the three silhouettes to represent Charlie's Angels. Very disappointed not to have gotten the Elvis room.
Outtake: It rained on our way back so we had to make a pitstop in the tunnel. I got bored, so decided to snap a pic I wouldn't otherwise have had the chance to.
P.S. Yes, this post has since been edited - 18 June 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
5 Super Years!
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 original is with The Boyfriend so I'll have to be content with this:
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
It's Another One of Those Nights...
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
New Friend
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 nights away. Even if I wished to see his face, I wouldn't have been able to - not once in the many times I passed him did he lift his head from the ground.
But I knew he was still surviving, however frailly. He would take shelter when it rained, and in the hotter hours of the day, he would seek the shade from nearby bushes.
However, his general non-activity increasingly worried me, especially since I did not know how, when or where he got his sustenance from, or indeed if he still fed. It's always painful to see an life fade away, no matter how small.
So when I saw him again last night, I told myself if he were still here today, I would buy him something to eat. On my way home, I remembered this promise I made to myself-to him really-and wondered if he would even be in a condition to eat. I wondered if the money spent would be money wasted.
True enough, when I approached the grass patch, his dark body was there. This time, however, he was not in his usual spot in the middle of the patch, but at the edges of it, lying motionless. Fearing that he had breathed his last, I quickened my pace to approach him. This enabled me to see that he was not lying down, but in fact, crouching and drinking from a small pool of water in the grass. As I drew close, he looked up, and his eyes, wet with infection, met with mine.
And that did it for me. I knew he was still trying to take care of himself, so it was worth a shot. I went to the nearby mini-mart and got him a tin of catfood. As I neared the grass's edge, I opened the tin.
His ears pricked, and he turned to look at me.
I decided to pick a spot closer to him, and walked round the edge of the grass to the other side. He studied me, and watched keenly as I placed the meal on the raised concrete slab concealing a drain.
I walked off, worried that he would be fearful of me and run away if I came too near. But to my surprise, when I turned back, I realised that he had not headed towards the food, but to me. So I backtracked and led him to the tin of food, where he gingerly sniffed at it, then proceeded to rub his head against my legs.
This cat was either blind, lost his sense of smell, or just plain manja.
Eventually, I had to scoop out the food from the tin, and he would proceed to chow it down eagerly, yet with a neatness that is quintessential of a cat. A neatness that one would not expect of a cat like him. The disjoint images of his scar-lined face versus the earnesty of the leg rub, the etiquette of his table manners, made me view this cat in a different light.
After his meal, I took a last look at him before taking the lift back home. He was grooming himself now, the first time I had ever seen him do so, the sign of a satisfied meal (surely).
Monday, May 04, 2009
Hooray for the Old Guard!
As well as for common decency, honesty, and respect for proper discourse on matters of morality/ethics.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Last Order
And from the original singer (Easonnn!!!!):
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Orange Moon
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.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I Stand Corrected
"I stand corrected" basically means "I have been proven wrong". What these people meant to say, however, is "I stand to be corrected". As in, "I believe the procedure is this-and-such-a-way, but correct me if I'm wrong".
Can't they just keep things nice and simple?
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 09, 2009
SIFF'ed Out: Films to Watch
1. Sincerely Yours
2. Girl Inside
3. Lucky7 (I know! I missed it for a whole year!!)
4. Let's Fall in Love
5. Boy Interrupted
Monday, March 02, 2009
I found my old blog template!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
A day in February
Naturally, I gave him grief for that everytime I remembered the occasion.
So last year, we did better, camping overnight at ECP. Still, we didn't exchange gifts, though I did present him with chocolate clusters I personally made (it was someone else's idea and I conveniently tagged along).
And this year - since we'd already bought advance tix to The Flyer (and I had been pestering him to take me since its goodness-knows-when) - I suggested that we take a ride on Valentine's Day.
He agreed, and made the bookings, which was nice. He even took the extra step of suggesting, and buying tickets to, the annual Chestnuts spoof musical. Okay, not exactly the most romantic date, but not bad by The Boyfriend's standards. So our itin for the day was Chestnuts at 3pm, romantic dinner at Popeyes after, then Flyer at 9pm. All well and good.
After Chestnuts, he asked for a suggestion on where to go.
"How about the River Cruise? It comes along with The Flyer tickets," I offered.
"Yah hor. Ok then, let's go give it a try!"
Very good. So he passed me my helmet, and I put it on.
"Close your eyes." Thinking I had something stuck in the corner of my eye, I complied.
"Now open you mouth."
"Huh??"
"Just open it."
"Err... okay...."
And he placed something on my tongue and made me swallow it with a swig of water.
"Eh! Are you taking me to Sentosa?"
"No-o-o."
"Mount Faber?"
"No, we're going to take the river cruise."
"But this is obviously not way there. What do you think I am, stupid?"
"... ...."
"You're turning into Mount Faber! We're going to take the cable car!!!"
Yep, he couldn't deny it any longer, it was apparant that we were going to experience cable car sky dining. Woo hoo!
And that's how, people, he made up for his V Day gaffe two years ago.
Edit: By the way, that thing he popped into my mouth? It was a motion-sickness pill! Apparently, while doing his homework on sky dining, he found out that quite a few people got cabe car-sick and couldn't finish the full dinner. And true enough, the ride was quite a bumpy one. Only downside to that? I had to struggle to keep my face out of my food when the drowsiness kicked in.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Rachel Getting Married
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 the office, and we sneakily ate our dinner in the dark (BK burgers - it's been a while).
And I totally loved the movie. I love tormented characters. It's like they live out all the pain and hurt and vulnerability and destructiveness so that I don't have to do it myself. Pure, cathartic, vicarious, glorious pain.
The only marring of my enjoyment was the concern that The Boyfriend wouldn't like it, and I'd have dragged him once again to a movie that he didn't connect with. But it turns out that I needn't have worried. He liked it too!
(Watching movies is like the fortune-telling equivalent of relationship evaluation, for me. Each time we like a movie, we score on the compatibility front. Instantly, I know we'll live to a hundred together. If we differ on opinions on a show we just caught, it's like it's Doomsville for us. Yes, it's that simple.)
So yes, I totally recommend this movie to others, if they are like me. Or if they like to catch Oscar-linked movies. Or if they are Anne Hathaway fans (she's a full-fledged thespian now, can command respect from me liao). Or if you like dysfunctional people/families, or drama, or tragedy, or bitter-sweet endings.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Merry X'mas! Happy New Year! 恭喜发财!
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, but morning rolled into afternoon which rolled into evening which rolled into night... and I'm still waiting.
I got so bored at one point that I just took my un-showered self out to the neighbourhood centre to see if I could get my hands on that new Lee Hom cd. Sadly, I had neglected to remember that today was only the second day of the Lunar New Year, so basically I was greeted with something that resembled a ghost town. Actually, there were quite a few people around still, and some enterprising shopowners did keep their shutters up for business. Good for them.
Speaking of Lee Hom, I went to his concert in November last year. It was showy, noisy and loud. Did I mention it was deafening? In any case, it made for uncomfortable listening. But I still love him! (He did a beautiful rendition of 摇滚怎么了, by the way, which kicks the ass of the radio version.)
I'll leave you with some pictures. Not very good quality 'cause my camera sucks at long shots.
His custom-made guitar, made in the guise of a dragon.
The Boyfriend acting all excited at the start of the concert.
On the guitar,
violin,
(Attentive listeners)
(Scenes from Lust, Caution played while he sang 落叶归根。Sadly, the rock concert-level sound marred the emo-ness of the song from coming through completely.)
And piano. He played some other instruments but I didn't capture them all.
Got fireworks somemore! Damn, really got my money's worth. Keke.