I love western houses because…..

of carpeted floors and curvy staircases!

This reminds me of a particular townhouse on Chaseling St.

Good exercise too!

of kitchen islands!

of pantries and larders!

Looks exactly like yours Che!

Though the downside is pantry beetles and their larvae. It’s gross!

of nook windows to keep the LIVING geraniums and herbs on!

The downside is the dusting I guess!

of sliding closet doors!

or closets in general!

of fireplaces and mantelpieces!

Chor Tai Ti and Monopoly around the fireplace!

The Eye-Popping Nausea is Over!

This picture is about as close as I can get to expressing my jubilee after 12.15pm, 2nd June 2009. (By the way, my hand never stopped writing for a single beat from 9-12.15.)

But in full truth, the last time I felt a truly ‘merdeka’ freedom was back in school. Somehow, I think for me, with growing, the highs and lows aren’t so drastically far apart anymore. I get really stressed and dream about the day it would end but when it does, the image I’ve built myself up to (akin the top image) does not really realise. Sigh… in anyway, to affirm everyone’s warnings last year, Yes, 2nd year is a horror. If I attempted to describe it, this entry would be as long as the total amount of adjectives in the dictionary would allow it to be.

All things stressful aside, the latent endurance I’ve gotten used to is still booming with every heartbeat. It’s a tad ridiculous especially after a major exam like the 2nd year in London External Law system because my body is still ‘tricked’. Imagine having a latent endurance on ‘autopilot’ when there is nothing left in reality to endure. This sort of passive strength can be quite stressful. I think I still have a good 2 weeks worth of latent stress left before it eases back to being normal.

1 week passes so quickly, so I’m back to tutoring kids this Thursday. I feel a bit sorry for myself. Somehow I feel like I should reward myself a bit more after the traumatising half-a-month. But as always, necessity beats frivolity(and here I mean necessity to learn responsibility, maturity and independence). You know what you’re doing is honing your character when your old Nemesis and Tempstress- Picky Procrastination and her Brother- Slothful Slipshod uses your mind as their personal playground.

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Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule?

A mule is an animal with long funny ears
Kicks up at anything he hears
His back is brawny and his brain is weak
He’s just plain stupid with a stubborn streak
And by the way, if you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a mule

Or would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a pig?

A pig is an animal with dirt on his face
His shoes are a terrible disgrace
He ain’t got no manners when he eats his food
He’s fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don’t care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig

Or would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a fish?

A fish won’t do anything, but swim in a brook
He can’t write his name or read a book
And to fool the people is his only thought
And though he’s slippery, he still gets caught
But then if that sort of life is what you wish
You may grow up to be a fish

And all the monkeys aren’t in the zoo
Every day you meet quite a few
So you see it’s all up to you
You can be better than you are
You could be swingin’ on a star

~Frank Sinatra

firST-21ST-poST

Thanks Che for the dress. It's summery and sweet. I don't have many dresses so thanks alot. I wore it on my birthday.

Thanks Aqi for getting the tickets. Had a blast Tho' I will not be listening to Silent Scenery if I can help it.

Birthday at Vista! Thanks Jan and Laine for the effort. I appreciate it so much. Mek and Sangee: Thanks for the wishes & sharing in my celebration. *Mwah mwah*

Thanks Dad. Mom, Sis and Ying for the cards

Dreaming of France- Quintessential Cafes and more…

First, some mood music….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WT7mPRLL3V0

I’ve been dreaming of France for the past few days. Silhouettes of umbrellas and chairs standing on vine-like legs. The iridescent ray of sunshine gleaming against the tall glasses of mocha-chinos or divine frapp-ulicious treats. The crisp smell of the croissants (and perhaps a Danish in France?) The creamy froth tinted with masculine brown on the top of a steaming cup of cappuchino being swirled into shapes of hearts…

I know at this point you’re probably itching to burst my bubble by conveniently mentioning the smoking habits and the arrogant ways of the French that fit almost perfectly with the smelly state of their streets. But I’m quite surprised to be saying this, but I really don’t think it’s throwing any of the niceties of France off. Too bad.

Where was I? Ah. France…

Where everything on the menus and shop signs makes you want to sigh and speak slowly in dolcid and feminine tones.

I’ve decided that Cafe de France is the place to have my first drink if I ever go to France. Chances are that it might be the Old Town Kopitiam of France- overrated fame and does not at all serve or represent anything close to the idyllic notion it spins up in the minds of strangers. But I’m still quite confident that it doesn’t go far from the real thing given the amount of painted pictures it’s been in. Step inside my dream for a  second…..

Talk about idyllic...*sigh

How does one say,"Flowers.. guv'ner?" in French?

I think I saw a scene in Gilmore Girls that reminds me of this.

Now, my dream come true….

The Real McCoy

If this doesn’t work out, I’ll just pick another random cafe.

I'd have coffee here anyday.

I'd surf the net here anyday.

I'd sit here and gawk at people anyday.

I'd look at the road anyday.

I'd grow old like this anyday.

France… C’est la vie, my darling.