s t a r m | s t January 22nd, 2006
Complaining about a friend
Him: and she’s like quite useless lah..
Him: cannot sleep with lights on,
Him: and must pull down blinds,
Him: and cannot have sound all this.
Me [making that one eyebrow up expression while reading his words]: Er……….. Bleah.
Him: ?
Me: Sounds.. erm. like me..
Me: Hur hur.
Him: Hur hur.
Him: Yeah..
Him: Wah lau..
Him: So mafan.
Me: *pui* Do you mean me or her?!?
Him: Both.
Me: …
s t a r m | s t January 19th, 2006
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars aparti carry your heart (i carry it in my heart).
- E.E. Cummings
Teared when she read it during her sister’s wedding. It was really sweet and touching.
s t a r m | s t January 19th, 2006
tiredtiredtiredtiredtiredtiredtired.
is there any place i can run to and hide? any secret place?
s t a r m | s t January 18th, 2006
Why the xtomic-ers never fail to make me laugh.
s t a r m | s t January 17th, 2006
The more Mr SGH calls me to ask me out, the more resistant I am. Why do some people not understand the meaning of ‘no’? Or do they want to try their luck because they think there is a chance [when all I am doing is to try to be polite]? *dangerous pissed off glint in eyes*
s t a r m | s t January 15th, 2006
Thank you Lord, for the trials that come my way.in that I can grow each day, as I let You lead.And thank you Lordfor the patience those trials bringin that process of growingI can learn to careBut it goes against the way I amto put my human nature downand let the Spirit take control of all I doCause when those trials comemy human nature shouts the thing to doand God’s soft prompting can be easily ignored.
I love this song. Only heard it once in college but it stuck in my head and now I found it in youtube!
s t a r m | s t January 13th, 2006
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I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry when I saw this.
s t a r m | s t January 13th, 2006
This afternoon, I was mock-testing Americana on her language and vocabulary skills using a language assessment kit to gain some experience in conducting such tests.
The test is such that I have a list of words which I am to voice out one by one while displaying a series of pictures which are grouped in sets of four. She, on the other hand, would have to select the picture which she thinks is the right one according to the word spoken aloud.
mercantile, entomologist, incarcerating, gourmand, dromedary, incertitude, perambulating, nidificating, everything was going fine as Americana managed to choose the right picture most of the times.
The words got increasingly difficult as we passed each stage, and as we reached the last stage, things got funny because even I, as the tester, do not know the meaning of the words.
Me: Tonsorial.
*short acute pause*
Americana [cute baffled look on face]: ??
Me [stared at the four pictures with an equally baffled look]: Urm?
*both of us looked at each other blankly*
Americana: What is that??
Me [in a small voice]: Actually… I have no idea too. *check answer* Oh, it’s this one *point automatically at picture*
*long pause*
Americana & Me [disbelieving look]: Ummph??
Americana [deadpanned]: O-kayyy.. So I just went for a tonsorial two weeks ago.
Me [laughing]: And me, a month ago!
Americana [laughing]: Next time I’ll say to my baby.. Let’s go, you need a tonsorial.
Me: I don’t think it means exactly that though. But it’ll be really funny to see the hairdresser’s expression when we say, hey, I want a tonsorial.
Tonsorial: Of or relating to barbering /haircut or a barber.
Me: Osculating.
Americana [confounded expression]: What??! Oscillating? *points at wrong picture*
Me: Nah, it’s this one.
*I looked at her and could practically see the wheels turning in her head*
Americana: So I’ll say.. Come, baby, let mummy osculate you.
Me: Hahaha. It boggles the mind, it does. So during a romantic interlude, I’ll say.. Will you osculate me?
Americana: Hahaha! That will so kill the romantic mood.
Americana [asking QueenLady who just entered the room]: Hey, do you still osculate your husband?
QueenLady [extremely wary and half-disgusted expression on her face]: Why does that sound so…
Americana & Me: Hahahaha!
Me: Come to think of it, it does sound very wrong.
Osculating: To kiss.
s t a r m | s t January 12th, 2006
It never rains but pours.
One by one, they all come, old and new both. Except for the ones that truly matter.
s t a r m | s t January 11th, 2006
Now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean…..
Hope the movie is as good as the book. Anyone interested in watching this [with me. duh.]?
The movie is enchanting, not as good as the book, but still enchanting.
