Category Archives: Anything goes


Best cure for homesickness: butter cookies

I watched Something Borrowed halfway again; it is such a meaningful show, particularly because I am such a meek person when it comes to life too! Bah, why am I always so conscious of what others think of me!

To be skinny, to be well-travelled, to like what others like, to know what’s in and what’s out — all these things I do just to fit in.

Can I just be happy being out? Why can’t I tell myself I can’t be in everywhere. Surely, the mark of a unique person is that you are most often out of place? I don’t know. That’s quite an arrogant thought!

Funny things I think about when I am alone in a too-cold hotel room.

Anyway today at KAIST started out like quite a fiasco. No booths, no help, 30mins of pointless waiting. It was the most unprofessional show I have ever put up. It makes my face burn just thinking about it! That afternoon I couldn’t bring myself to speak to the employers all that while we were waiting for nothing.

Well, at least the dinner at night made up a little for the not-so-happy afternoon. We went to a quaint little lodge done up in traditional Korean style, and had a good spread of traditional Korean cuisines. We were served 19 different vegetable side dishes, small pot of soups, and generous pan-fried beef and pork dishes. I thought they looked beautiful, but only tasted alright.

I loved the cosy setting though! Also it felt kind of roy a, to be served by waiters who carried in tables laden with food, and set them before us. What a dining experience!

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The solitaire mystery

The joker is the only card in the deck that is neither a Spade, a Diamond, a Club nor a Heart. It is not an Ace, Five, Jack or King. The joker is an outsider looking in to the lives of ordinary people, and he marvels the extraordinary fact of being alive.

Why are we shaped this way? Why is the world this way?

How come we can think about our existence?

So what it is like being alive? Are we truly living? Where do we come from? Where does the world come from?

We live by feeding off the earth’s produce. The more we consumed, the more ‘earth-like’ we became. We were much at home, that the world became our habit and we stopped wondering about why everything was the way it was. We also created luxuries from available materials, and we became quickly intoxicated by these things: fashion, culture, power, wealth and glamour. We gulped them down greedily like how children slurped up their favourite fizzy drinks. Today we are eternally occupied by temporal, material things.

The joker is different. The joker saw through the evils of over-consumption. He ‘spits out the lie-juice’ and kept his mind clear. He is the only one who set sights on finding the true meaning of his existence. He had many questions that the ordinary people could not answer. That frustrated and angered the people.

Why are you being such a pest, asking all these questions that don’t matter?

You disturb our lives and our minds, you distract us from things that are truly important.

Why do you bother us so?

When I think about it, I think I my senses have been dulled by ‘earth-juice’ too. The world has become my habit, and I live each day complaining about the slightest things, and chasing after the smallest pleasure. As I grow older my appetite increases, and I need more to satisfy myself. Because I needed so many things to keep myself happy, I am dissatisfied most of the time.

So, the lucky thing about misfortunes is that they shake you up and force you to relook the way you have lived your life.

I recently tripped and fell and lost my way. I had just picked myself up, dusted my hands, and looking around I realised that though I was in a different place, it was not a bad kind of different at all. I start from scratch again rebuilding my priorities. It was like looking through your old cupboard and tossing out things that are bad and irrelevant and repacking the good things.


Are we truly conscious of Being Alive? Asking the right questions about live could be the first step to finding the important things, and by valuing these things we understand the best way to live, and by living well we unlock the secret to true happiness (:

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After so long of 9-5-9-5-9 | coffee sugar additives | cookies carbo sweet candies | keep awake type on | think think think harder | sleep snooze snooze stop ringing SNOOZE | moments of silence, finally time flows… | monday again | what clothes to wear | need new shoes | want new bags | hate my eyebags | stupid zits rid them with cream cream liquids gels | after so long of 9-5-9-5-9 I just long to be N A T U R A L  A G A I N.

Just breathing again, being satisfied and happy again, pursuing my passions and being determined about life again.

I will hope, pray, and try hard, and let it come naturally to me again.

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Jingle Juls!

We jingle into July successfully!!! I am not broke yet! MIRACLES!!

Look look at my latest birthday present: toy charm bracelet (:

I love it for its lucid colours and simplicity (: and it is so fun! It reminds me of playing doll-me-up when we were like 14.

How time flies! A jingle and it is 2011, and now we have just hopped on to the next half of the year.

Halo Juls!

I was in Bali!

I was at Bali with J!!!

How FUNTASTIC was that!!!


I got Burnt, Bruised, Rashed, Ripped in the process.

From surfing,


sleeping on dirty beds,

oily tap water

and oily food.



And gained 1kg to show for it. ARRGHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Much as I love the experience, i wish i didn’t bring out so much of myself from this trip. I want to see less of me.


Make New Traditions

Parveen’s sis took this picture on her way to work! Ha! Who are these crazies?!!

Maybe they are trying to start a NEW TRADITION – I have just been reminded of the customary shoe-tossing tradition.

I’m not referring to this. That is just random.

This is throwing away good shoes. This is not encouraged.

I am referring to this: you know, when someone knots the ends of their shoelace together, and toss the shoes to hang it over a powerline or something.

I first got to know of this tradition from watching the movie Big Fish. That was a fantastic show. When McGregor got to the quaint little town, a little blonde girl dashed forward, stole his shoes from his feet, and tossed them up the line! She later explained sweetly that it was a town tradition. In the town, the grass was so soft that shoes were quite unnecessary. And no one worked at all or walked very much. Everyone danced barefooted and made merry in the town square everyday. What a life!

Anyway, after the movie I always thought of shoe-tossing as an act to represent a simple life and a world so sweet and harmless that you don’t need any protection.

Tie the ends of the shoelaces together, and toss onto a line!

But I just googled this tradition out, and wikipedia actually said that shoe-tossing could be a  SINISTER tradition. I almost fell off my chair. Ok not really.

But it is completely  true that my heart skipped a beat, and a loud, hollow “oh-oh” filled my head in that instant. You won’t want to know what traditions it could mean.

So anyone wants to guess the story behind the bra on the wall?

Not my week

See, my week was NOTHING like this sculpture.


This delicate glass piece was sculpted by a Japanese artist. From his artist statement, I interpret that he was inspired by the philosophical flow of time. Through his work, he also expressed that the present is transient.

If water was time, my week would be a sahara desert one day, and a crazy head-under-water FLOOD on the next.

Time ran out, and time got ahead of me. I have been reaching office at 10.30, because I would sleep at 3am each night. I am panda-ed out!

And if the now is truly transient, please let it go away quickly. If only I could squeeze my eyes shut and wish the week away!

I’m going to sleep now.


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FULL-SIZED PUNGFU PANDA for you to colour, scrawl and scribble; how AWESOME is that!!!

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Singapore 3 a.m.

Seen and heard at 3a.m. on Vesak Day: bbq wings starchy oily eggs limp pratas and the sizzles of satay fresh-from-the-grill. Mmmmmm.

Can I offer you a longan toast?

I only just trampled home from st. james. I had the most lucridous experience! For the first time, clubbing involved life performances by aerobics instructors!!!!!!!!

At about 1am, glittery showgirls with spangled bras and fishnet stockings came upstage, and sang and dance to mambo hits. They had accompanying male dancers too, in skinnies and doc martens. Talk about bizarre!!!

But i gotta say that jumping and prancing to the music can be really therapeutic. I think I just had a few days’ dosage of happy drugs in my blood!

And sleep has entered into my bloodstream……..