We were about to roll out with our overstuffed bellies after a steamboat dinner when I told S just how forgettable I have recently become. Realising the mistake, I corrected myself, 'No, I mean unforgettable.
I only recalled my boo-boo much later. Oh dear! I can't even remember the word to explain my absent-mindedness. Need I say more?
The poor girl must have thought I was speaking in tongues. No wonder she was quite silent while I fumbled for the right word in my scatterbrained trance.
How embarrassing!
Monday, January 25, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
The Immaculate Collection
Our mini fridge doesn't come with a freezer. Due to space constraint, the basement is where the separate freezer currently resides. Thus one would see me running to the basement at any time of the day or night getting those frozen whatnots. In my frumpy, colour-faded homewear and glasses with matching unkempt hair no less.
And yes, that means I would always be literally running back to the pad as I have no wish of bumping into the neighbours in the alluring ensemble.
But I am not always lucky.
Talking about the neighbours. Either they have the most stylish loungewear to be worn at home, not unlike those you saw in Desperate Housewives, or they are diligent enough to make pretty every single day once they are out of the bed. Because I have never once seen them with a hair out of place or a bare face. No matter at which time of the day or night. Such arduous labour is indeed admirable.
But I am not alone. I found another pea in the pod:
And yes, that means I would always be literally running back to the pad as I have no wish of bumping into the neighbours in the alluring ensemble.
But I am not always lucky.
Talking about the neighbours. Either they have the most stylish loungewear to be worn at home, not unlike those you saw in Desperate Housewives, or they are diligent enough to make pretty every single day once they are out of the bed. Because I have never once seen them with a hair out of place or a bare face. No matter at which time of the day or night. Such arduous labour is indeed admirable.
But I am not alone. I found another pea in the pod:
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Torn between a durian and rambutan
I recently developed a habit which I find most insufferable. Reading a book halfway and for some reasons not able to finish it. I could not fathom the rationale behind it because back in Singapore I never had that problem.
Okay, maybe once.
I attempted Peter Carey's Oscar and Lucinda but I guess I was probably too young and too ignorant, not to mention too impatient to fight my way through the long thick book that I gave up eventually. Till today, I still wonder about the plot and the characters development. I kick myself for not sticking it out till the end and be rewarded by its (as claimed by many) beautiful literacy style. Like how I did with Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie.
I might have grumbled to the friends just how long-winded Rushdie can be that it takes pages before he reaches a point and not forgetting his weighty political talk. Midnight's Children remains however an extraordinary piece of work because Rushdie is without a doubt a literary master. His wittiness and intellect and his knack for an array of puns, wordplay and rhyme is dazzling. His cleverly crafted lines left me mesmerized and yearning for more.
Naturally after such a masterpiece, it is almost impossible to find another book of the same caliber. Not that the current book, Absolute Friends by John LeCarre, is mediocre. While it is rather engaging, it lacks Rushdie's Midas touch of witty wordplay which I often devoured with relish. Sure, the comparison is unfair to LeCarre. But it's like having to choose between a durian and rambutan, the choice is very obvious. The durian, the king of fruits it is of course.
Hence, I am currently stuck. I am itching to get another Rushdie's book to quench my literary thrist. And many other books on my list as well.
But to avoid history repeating itself, I have to repress that temptation for now and bloody finish my current book first!
On second thought, having the humble rambutan once in a while is not such a bad idea at all.
Okay, maybe once.
I attempted Peter Carey's Oscar and Lucinda but I guess I was probably too young and too ignorant, not to mention too impatient to fight my way through the long thick book that I gave up eventually. Till today, I still wonder about the plot and the characters development. I kick myself for not sticking it out till the end and be rewarded by its (as claimed by many) beautiful literacy style. Like how I did with Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie.
I might have grumbled to the friends just how long-winded Rushdie can be that it takes pages before he reaches a point and not forgetting his weighty political talk. Midnight's Children remains however an extraordinary piece of work because Rushdie is without a doubt a literary master. His wittiness and intellect and his knack for an array of puns, wordplay and rhyme is dazzling. His cleverly crafted lines left me mesmerized and yearning for more.
Naturally after such a masterpiece, it is almost impossible to find another book of the same caliber. Not that the current book, Absolute Friends by John LeCarre, is mediocre. While it is rather engaging, it lacks Rushdie's Midas touch of witty wordplay which I often devoured with relish. Sure, the comparison is unfair to LeCarre. But it's like having to choose between a durian and rambutan, the choice is very obvious. The durian, the king of fruits it is of course.
Hence, I am currently stuck. I am itching to get another Rushdie's book to quench my literary thrist. And many other books on my list as well.
But to avoid history repeating itself, I have to repress that temptation for now and bloody finish my current book first!
On second thought, having the humble rambutan once in a while is not such a bad idea at all.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
A hazy shade of winter
I was hankering for a quick bite after merrymaking at the friend's on NYE. The dozens of scallops, pork fillet and whatnots earlier didn't help to curb those hunger pangs.
We decided to swing by Burger King to grab a burger. On our way there, we were hit by an unexpected heavy fog. The visibility was very very bad. We couldn't see a thing from the windscreen. NOTHING!!! NOTHING!!! NOTHING!!!
I was seriously freaking out. Terrible thought raced through my mind. What if we hit the curb? What if we hit some car in front of us? What if some idiot or some cat or dog dashed suddenly across the road?!
If it was me behind the steering wheel, I would have bloody stopped the car and gone into panic mode! On second thought, not such a great idea at all. A car coming from behind might have missed seeing us and banged into our car. Luckily for us, it was the man who was driving. He kept his cool and drove on very slowly. It also helped that the road was a long straight one.
In my fright, I failed to notice the faint white road markings which the man had been following. I breathed a little easier.
Eventually, we had to exit from the road and I cried out to the man, drive on and do not exit! My reason was the next road was full of curves and it's simply too dangerous to use that road in this condition. The man argued we would never get home if we did not exit then. Plus the fog might not be as heavy there.
Okay, what do I know? He should be more experienced than me in such situations. This is after all my first brush with the thick heavy fog.
Well, true to his words, the fog was not as dense on the next road. Phew! What a relief!
The rest of the journey was rather uneventful except we hit-and-run some remains of firecrackers on the road.
Wow, what an unforgettable way to start the new year, eh?
Once I stepped into the pad, my hunger pangs returned. Great.
We decided to swing by Burger King to grab a burger. On our way there, we were hit by an unexpected heavy fog. The visibility was very very bad. We couldn't see a thing from the windscreen. NOTHING!!! NOTHING!!! NOTHING!!!
I was seriously freaking out. Terrible thought raced through my mind. What if we hit the curb? What if we hit some car in front of us? What if some idiot or some cat or dog dashed suddenly across the road?!
If it was me behind the steering wheel, I would have bloody stopped the car and gone into panic mode! On second thought, not such a great idea at all. A car coming from behind might have missed seeing us and banged into our car. Luckily for us, it was the man who was driving. He kept his cool and drove on very slowly. It also helped that the road was a long straight one.
In my fright, I failed to notice the faint white road markings which the man had been following. I breathed a little easier.
Eventually, we had to exit from the road and I cried out to the man, drive on and do not exit! My reason was the next road was full of curves and it's simply too dangerous to use that road in this condition. The man argued we would never get home if we did not exit then. Plus the fog might not be as heavy there.
Okay, what do I know? He should be more experienced than me in such situations. This is after all my first brush with the thick heavy fog.
Well, true to his words, the fog was not as dense on the next road. Phew! What a relief!
The rest of the journey was rather uneventful except we hit-and-run some remains of firecrackers on the road.
Wow, what an unforgettable way to start the new year, eh?
Once I stepped into the pad, my hunger pangs returned. Great.
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