| Shoes. |
[Jul. 27th, 2005|11:26 pm] |
Ok boys and girls, the rachel is speaking again. Only from a meme, of COURSE. And more to satisfy myself than my taggers too. :P
From papayagirl. I haven't been here for so long I can't remember what the [i can't remember what the name is for the html you type in to make the LJ username an active link] is that i have to type. :P
Total Number of Shoes You Own:
Too lazy to go out and check, so
-the vintage ones, the green ones, the birks, the fake-birks, the cheena ones, the white ones, the musical ones, the red ones, the blue xodus ones, the blue prettyfit ones, the black mondo ones, the mostros, the black heels, the silver heels, the mng wedges, the nike slippers, the brown ones with the diamante detail, the brown opentoeds, the black mules, the pointy-toed black ones, the pointy prettyfit ones, the pink/olive sneakers, the blue nike trainers, pink $1 flipflops from Thailand, given to me when my sandals broke in the rain. :P i think that should be it. That's (.....) 24 pairs. Hmm.
Bonus details:
Number of empty shoe boxes cleared out while counting up the tally:
None. Never check.
Most Expensive Pair:
The lovely vintage-looking brocade-patterned Office pumps. :D
Cheapest Pair:
Said pink $1 Thai flipflops.
Brands Represented:
Office, birkenstock, :xodus or is x:odus, prettyfit, puma, mondo, URS and inc, nike, hush puppies, topshop, new look, mng.
The Last Shoe You Bought:
Came with another shoe of the same make and size! Er, i think it was 12quid orange birkenstock-wannabes.
How many shoes have you under your work desk?:
None, yet. Drawbacks of not having a car to cart around your frivolity/practicality.
Five People I'm Passing This Baton On To:
ANYBODY, lah. Maybe I should buy more shoes. |
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| quelle heure est il? |
[Mar. 7th, 2005|05:28 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pensive | ] |
| [ | music |
| | We're All Mad - Natasha Bedingfield | ] |
Just to jump onto the bandwagon, and also to reassure myself that I am still vaguely useful, even though at least 40 screaming monkeys a day don't think so. Will post about them another day; for now, here's how much/little I've read.
(PS, my sec 3s don't understand "pensive". I am going crazy trying to figure out the levels at which lessons should be pitched.)
( Top 110 Most-Banned Books ) |
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| Don't bother reading this, really, don't. |
[Feb. 14th, 2005|10:11 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  aggravated | ] |
Yes, I do know this is not blogging. But I need to vent some of that frustration somewhere... and put off doing work too. Nowhere better than to answer inane quizilla meme thingamjigs.
WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
Musume. One of the many dozens, all soundsame, alllooksame because all titled in gibberish on my Japanese-illiterate computer. It's cathartic, really.
COMPLETE THIS SENTENCE: THE WORLD NEEDS ..
people who actually listen to what you're saying.
WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
Kopi-O at Island Creamery.
IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
Orange or Magenta. So I cannot belong to a Sakura 8-crayon set.
WHAT DO YOU DO DURING YOUR BREAKFAST TIME?
Sleep.
LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Umm.. Ms Emmeline Payne, my NIE supe.
LAST PERSON WHO SENT YOU AN SMS?
I can't believe I'm actually checking my phone... TG.
LAST PERSON YOU SENT AN SMS?
TG.
THE FIRST THING YOU THINK ABOUT WHEN YOU SEE THE OPPOSITE SEX?
On the bus? I hope you don't stink. In class? Hi. On the streets? I don't notice. I don't get this qn.
AUTO OR MANUAL CAR?
Auto, I suppose.
FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK?
Saturday. For the sleeping in, the occasional breakfast at Coffee Bean with the papers, the occasional brunch with girlfriends, French class, and no class the next day.
FAVORITE PLACE?
Oh dear. Bed. In a car cruising down the motorway at night. Vienna. Paris. Covent Garden. Borders Charing Cross. London. Wherever there's good coffee, icecream, books, friends and/or peace and quiet.
FAVORITE SPORT?
n/a :P
DO U WEAR CONTACTS?
Used to. Must try to again.
SIBLINGS?
None.
THE BEST WAY I HAVE DONE TO RELEASE ANGER?
What kind of GRAMMAR is that? I scream into pillow. Or scream at angering individuals. Or laugh hysterically.
PEOPLE I HATE MOST?
Bitchy hypocrites.
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY?
Happy.
MY BEST FRIEND/s IS/ARE
Donch got.
CHOCOLATE OR FLOWER?
Chocolates.
WHEN IM STUCK IN A JAM?
Swear in my head, go frantic if i'm late.
SMS OR CALL?
Depends.
IF YOU COULD TURN BACK TIME, YOU WOULD...
Be braver and more open.
IN YOUR WALLET, YOU HAVE?
Many things. Mostly receipts.
FAVORITE BOARD GAME?
Er... Monopoly? Pictionary. Haha.
FAVORITE SMELLS?
Issey Miyake. Coooookies. Coffee and croissants in country air.
WHAT/WHO IS THE LAST THING YOU THINK OF BEFORE YOU GO TO SLEEP?
"Dammit I will confirm wake up late tmrw."
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO IN LIFE?
Still thinking about it.
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?
Jan 26, why?
WHAT TIME IS IT?
2316. Just had a very strange call that turned out to be pretty interesting and bemusing conversation. So I should technically scroll up and change my answer, but do I care?
WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH THE PERSON WHO POSTED THIS SURVEY ?
Friend.
OK. That's all.
So anticlimatic.
Whee. I think I shall go vent on the piano. :D I love my piano. It's about 19 years old I think. One semitone flat, all the way through the octaves, which is quite an achievement for a piano. As a result I am half a tone flat too, when I try to sing. Which happens less and less nowadays. Ahhhh. |
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| Changing Rooms |
[Nov. 17th, 2004|11:13 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Electric Light Orchestra - Mr. Blue Sky | ] |
For ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.3) adrianli1:
I must admit that after the big clean up the room doesn't look half bad anymore. But just for kicks, here's room pre-adrian (and technically, pre-miriam too. Ignore bright orange human in middle. I dunno who's responsible for the photo):
I have no pix to show off of my current room due to sad lack of a digital camera, and unfortunate incompability of a Nokia phone that only understands IR with an iBook.
Today I bought two black (fake)leather-bound photo albums. They were the only two decent ones in the store, after having pawed through the entire shelf trying to find albums that didn't say Happy Family Stories: We wake up in the morning, and play long time. After sunset we have our meals, then slept happily in the same bed. What I'm really looking for though, is the big black scrapbook type of photo album, with acid-free paper, where you stick your photos on and write stuff next to them. I've already got the photo corners, I just need to find a photo album that doesn't cost crazeh 59 dollah from BookBinders/Prints.
Spending Marney List Part Un
edit: it's a what-i-want-to-do-with-my-marney list, not what-i-have-already-done. lest you think i have been shopping, i HAVEN'T!!!
Pink Martini - hang on little tomato
Eagles Greatest Hits! (c'est magnifique)
Photo Album
Curtains
Rent DVDs
Watch The Incredibles again. (oui, c'est incroyable)
christmas cards
I'm very full (yes, for once). Today was a nice day. Later I will post something vaguely more entertaining, maybe about jack--jacks, or how it feels like having to spend Christmas in a land so familiar it's foreign, or Before Sunset (I lovelovelovelovelove it), or Orson Scott Card (READ the Ender series, READ IT), or magenta giraffes. But tonight, my brain is deliciously empty and happy so I shall let it rest. |
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| doorknob ankle cold. |
[Nov. 11th, 2004|12:05 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | llama llama. | ] |
This is BY FAR the most hilarious thing i have seen in a long while. the people who make this thing, they are really the ones who should run for president. Go on, play with the llama.
And then check this one out.
My wednesday evening entertainment. Absolutely fabulous. Okay now can stop laughing and read my boring entry.
It was a good day. shukumei and I had lunch at Seah Street Deli - an Elvis Burger and Chocolate Decadence cake: the kickass combo of the month. Let me tell you about the Chocolate Decadence cake. It has seven, or maybe even eight layers. It's taller than your average teacup. From the bottom-up, it goes something like sponge-ganache-mousse-sponge-raspberries in cream-mousse-ganache-sponge-icing. And it comes with a mammoth, I don't know, SHEET of pure dark chocolate and a gargantuan dollop of SCHLAG. That's three inches of chocolate decadence from plate to icing, mit schlag. Dude.
After that we went to the Palace Of Dreams. No, it has nothing to do with Arabian harem girls or Amsterdam. The Arts House is a really nice place, and the second floor gallery where the art was installed was an excellent location. It was the perfect way to spend an afternoon. Inundated by chocolate, wandering around an art exhibition, hanging out with friends, while outside the rain kept threatening and never really delivered. Oh and point to note. If you ever pass by Raffles City, don't look too hard at the Christmas decorations centrepiece at the Bras Basah Road entrance. They are Christmas elves, presumably. And they are scary, evil-looking and not pretty.
Have since written lots of stuff while savouring Revers-O at Island Creamery (I was hoping to get the Tiger Beer sorbet but they were out of stock), shrouded in half darkness, staring out at the muffled and strangely peaceful buzz of the traffic along Farrer Road. So there shall not be a lot of things to throw at this screen tonight. I shall toddle off to watch my P & P (BBC, Colin Firth, THAT one) which I've just rented at an exorbitant price so if anyone wants to watch it too give me a shout out. |
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| waking up |
[Nov. 2nd, 2004|09:36 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  indescribable | ] |
| [ | music |
| | REM - Losing My Religion | ] |
The deepest thoughts, strongest emotion, most impacting events are seldom put down here. Simply because I have not enough words for them. And because the very act of putting them down in words that are not mine only typifies them, reduces them to mere black on white. I hate for that to happen. Reduction. Simplification. Over-explanation to the point of degradation. It happens all the time.
It's November. Hello November. Another two months to the end of the year, and boy has it been a long haul. I'm so close to the finish, yet so far away still. Bleargh. The Christmas decorations are up. Sparkly shiny silvery snowflakes hanging everywhere on the Tangs shopfront. It's a proliferation. An infestation. An abomination. The Concrete Coniferous Jungle. Soon the brave metallic strains of Christmas elevator music will hit the streets, tinkling about scenes that, like every other thing we embrace as important and significant, we have only experienced secondhand.
It makes me ache. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 20th, 2004|02:41 pm] |
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Lulliloo gets picked up more often than I do!!! No fair!!! |
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