Eva vs the Ex-colleague
September 29, 2009
[Over MSN Chat]
Eva: Hullo
Ex-colleague: Hey Eva, so I heard from X that you missed me.
Eva: hee….
Ex-colleague: Is it true? 
Eva: hehe… actually, yes. 
Ex-colleague: Awww… so sweet that you missed me.
Eva: Yup… I sorta miss having my fanboy around.
[End of extract]
Eva : O
Ex-colleague : O
Old ♥ Songs: Revisited
September 29, 2009
There are a couple of old love songs lodged in my soul. Each with their bit of sweet history.
A couple of them sound best ’round midnight, especially if you are sipping from a mug of baileys with warm milk and cuddled against something (yielding/breathing/muscular). You decide.
Presenting my fave 5…
#1 – Fred Astaire’s Cheek to Cheek
We were at the intersection of Orchard Road and Scotts Road. Before a glittery spangle of an ION was erected. Before the advent of late night shopping and 24-hour MacDs. Just groups of late night loiterers in their teens and tweens on the streets. You were strolling next to me and we were in a celebratory mood. One of us had just wrapped up an SYF production some hours ago. Yes, we were worn out and we had school tomorrow. Yet we traipsed down Orchard Road instead of returning to bed. There was a pleasure in seeing the thoroughfare transformed into four lanes of quiet, walking past shuttered shops, stepping onto the leaflets’ shadows cast by angsana trees. If either of us cared for a dance that night, the whole street was ours.
#2 -Tony Bennett’s Till
Made me feel old before my time.
#3 – Astrud Gilberto’s A Certain Sadness
Looking out at the golden pinpoints of lights of the Singapore’s west coast where the ships were docked for the night with the scent of tobacco flower perfume and smoke lingering in my cosy dorm room with Astrud Gilberto on repeat. The room itself lit by the glow from the lamp under my bed.
#4 – Connie Francis’ I Will Wait for You
From the episode of Futurama’s Jurassic Bark, a classic melody entrenched within a classic comedy.
#5 – Bryan Ferry’s In the Mood for Love
Played in the opening credits of WKW’s cheongsam-laden movie In the Mood for Love, Ferry’s rendition makes it a little easier for a damsel to swoon into the arms of a brooding Tony Leung. Since the movie, my sibling has gotten his spouse donned in a cheongsam. Sadly for me, I missed the chance to marry Tony Leung. D;
I wonder what are the 5 love songs that always gets you in a sentimental mood.
Protected: Mothers, Marriages and Men II
September 23, 2009
Mothers, Marriages and Men I
September 23, 2009
A girlfriend of mine said that she shed a tear on her birthday this year when she realised that it was the first time her mom did not wake her to bless her and plant a birthday kiss on her. My friend moved out of her parents’ home after her wedding earlier this year. When her mom called to wish her a happy birthday, she told her mom about what she realised and both the women had a teary moment together over the phone.
“I made my mom cry, but in a good way, I guess.” she cheerfully related.
I didn’t hesitate to add, “that’s why I keep mentioning that you have one of the most wonderful moms.”
Today with my god-daughter
September 22, 2009
You came to be my god-daughter simply because your mom adopted me as a god-sister.
From a cared-for tenant at your parents’ abode to a dearly doted-on god-sister, your parents have treated me as if I were a blood relative. Staying at your home was a safe interlude for me, one of those rare places that I felt I belonged to and could sleep soundly at.
Even before our relationship had any official designation, you were easy to take a shine to, easy to like.
The Creative Habit
September 19, 2009
Still enamoured with Tywla Tharp’s book The Creative Habit, I brow beat the EAPers into discussion on cultivating a creative habit. They seem to grasp the concept of how preparation facilitates creation.
It’s a round robin discussion and one of the EAPers, in dulcet tones, speaks of how she prepares by daydreaming and imaging possibilities. It’s the dreamy me that I sight in her and I latch on to her statement.
“Is inspiration part of the preparation work? Or should we view preparation work as the physical tasks or skill sets that get us ready to rumble?”
The class considers.
“I’m gonna make an amazing webpage. Is dreaming how the webpage should look, the preparation work, or being excellent at using Dreamweaver and PS, the preparation?”
Every EAPer opted for the latter.
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It’s 0620h and I’ve been keeping vampire hours. ABBA’s winner takes it all is on the loop and there are people I am missing. I was going to sleep 7 songs ago but I felt I should trot out this entry, because writing will soon be an inescapable aspect of my work. Each entry I post ( or [robably draft) will make it a little easier for me to write on demand and reach expert level in typing in the darkness. :O)
I don’t see a point in posting all my drafts and I don’t post the 1125372383 travel photos I take, simply because there’s too much shit and flotsam in digispace. This post serves as a marker for myself. The “I did something because I OUGHT TO” marker.
And now I ought to sleep.
*smmmooooochies*
Love Language
September 15, 2009
I racked up ‘Quality Time’ as my love language on the bite-sized fb quiz. The result seemed accurate, given my penchant for basking in my loved ones’ warm company and my strive to be present for them, combined with doing what’s conceivable and appropriate, I hope.
And my, oh my, that quiz result was definitely a projection of my conscious mind and not of my unguarded self.
Words really get me. Toss a kind word my way and I’ll be gnawing on it. All yappy and contented. And puppyish. Whisper about yearnings to me and I’ll drink them without a pause. A vessel for your outpourings. Miming expansive arcs with outstretched arms; Love in heart-stopping motion. I watch myself tripping over words. Everyone else’s and mine. Gems of stock advice implode, turning into a shower of paper confetti. Slippery pearls of wisdom in mint-condition, lob towards these clumsy hands. Weigh down by what you said and everything that you wouldn’t. Sidestepping your rules, I walk into who I am. Your words in my birthday card.
Yes, you love me and yes, you can’t.
Let me
September 15, 2009
Let me, let me sit beside you on a stream. Let me, let me laugh with you and share your dream.
I’ll be your true friend until the end, you can depend on me.
‘30 Things To Do Before I Turn 30′ List
September 9, 2009
- drive solo and safely
- figure out how to take turns while riding a bike and stop without needing a tree before me
- learn 100 Spanish phrases and 1000 Spanish words
- finish reading the How to Excel at Excel book
- ask for a raise
- ask for a part-time work hours
- look for a SW related part-time employment or volunteer again
- get my SW accreditation if necessary
- send out all the photos that I owe and write to the folks that I promised I would
- submit my photographs to asia national geographic contest
- learn how to use all the functions on the digicam
- learn how to picasa perfectly
- finish writing my burma blog
- contemplate how to achieve my south america adventure
- Put aside a lump sum of $$ for my trip
- grow my hair till it reaches my butt crack and then go trim my hair short. (As if I dare to!)
- quit my facebook game addiction
- get started on my 100 item project
