tell me about it

A few nights ago Mom dreamt of Grandpa, and then woke up to a really strong scent of flowers in the room.

The orchids from his funeral bloomed and then lasted a month - cut flowers don’t usually last that long, do they? - and died promptly on the one-month anniversary of his cremation.

Grandma had woken up to water the flowers late one night and this moth kept flying into her head - and then followed her into the house where it settled on the table lamp and stayed the night. Next morning it was gone.

Of course you could say it’s all coincidence, or rubbish, but of course a little part of me would love to think that he’s saying his goodbyes, or letting us know he’s still watching over us.

Happy Father’s Day, 爷爷. I love you and miss you very much.

These made me cry.

I actually teared like mad.

Such a sweetie :)

Also check out Dominic, whose voice is absolutely beautiful; and the Kit Cat Dolls, who are a total riot :D

Just go to YouTube and search away!

I popped by the library today where they’d set up this STOMP exhibition. One of the displays featured STink (which, by the way, I think is a terrible name); it talked about examples of broken English in signs and notices around Singapore.

‘What’s wrong with these?’ the exhibit queried. ‘MOE’s language specialists answers your posers.’

I cocked my head to the side. I read it again. I pursed my lips and gathered my eyebrows in a frown. MOE’s language specialists ANSWER your posers, I thought. Geez.

I looked closer. Someone else had beaten me to it and had delicately drawn a red zigzag line through the extraneous ‘S’ with a red marker.

Talk about irony.

Dodge gave me some Taka vouchers and so I spent a happy afternoon shopping for free!

Bought a new dress, a new striped cardigan thing and a new bag. I feel so perky. New clothes make me happy :D Mwee! When I’m more flush with money I’m also going to get those lovely red ballet heels from Gripz.

Poor Mish got dragged by me all around the town today in my quest for another new dress but I couldn’t find one I really liked that wasn’t too expensive.

Gonna dye my hair jet black again. Really miss my black hair.

Well, dayum.

If I ever get the urge to commit a crime, I’m heading over to Steiermark, Austria.

Because this is what prison looks like over there:

Just look at the furnishings. It’s like being imprisoned in friggin’ IKEA.

Apparently it’s also got courts and other associated justice thingies, which is why it looks so good. It was designed by Hohensinn Architektur.

If I were a homeless woman living in Steiermark I’d be assaulting police officers constantly to get myself thrown in jail.

WAaaaaahh.

More pics here here here!

This is my godson :D

His name is Dashie! And he’s a mini daschund…only six months old.

Dashing Dashie in a tuxedo! Oohs I love him so much!

But when he misbehaves he goes back to mommy :P

This is Sash trying very hard to get into the drawer where her crab slice treats are kept.

Me and baby!

And kitty’s not the only animal at home…here’s me with my pet brother at a picnic on Labor Day.

No more!

Must…try and cut down on saying bad words. I don’t understand why some (certain) guys think it’s admirable or tough for girls to use crude language but that’s exactly what it is - crude. It’s like a girl sitting around in a skirt with her legs wide open or chain smoking. Just not glam, and not pretty. And I know I really should cut down. Have already tried hardest to stop using certain words on my blog and I think so far I’ve pretty much succeeded. Now the thing is to do the same in my real life.

Shyam’s off to San Fran. Sadness :( Really going to miss her. Shyam! Don’t! Forget! My elephant :D

Everyone’s going off and around to travel…while I’m gearing to start school next week.

WAILS.

Don’t think I’ll be Zouking again anytime soon, until my memory completely fails me and I let myself get enticed back.

Seriously. Why do people club :( ASDasldaskdjhlsdk!! Yesterday the club was full of NS boys and it was horrifying. So many young kids running around, with crew cuts and black plastic spectacles. It was so damn crowded that the term ‘personal space’ was probably erased from the dictionary and the smoke levels were so high I wonder what would happen if there was an actual fire in Zouk, because obviously they don’t have any smoke detectors. I can’t wait for July 1st when the smoke ban comes into play, and then I can have clean eyes and hair when I go out.

Plus I’m no longer young enough to drink myself silly like we did when we were kids. Back when we were fresh out of junior college, drinking was a social drug we took to get high fast. Now all that’s in the past; these days I just want to sit down at a pub somewhere with a sweating glass of whiskey dry and chat with friends. The only saving grace was the Mambo music, which I guess I could just as well blast at home (but only when nobody’s home, blah).

I can’t believe I used to club at least twice a week in my first year of university. I’m surprised my liver isn’t permanently damaged.

Somebody sent me this video saying “Wow! Check out this kid and how he plays DDR!”

And I thought it was something really fantastic, like the kid playing extreme, but he’s only playing normal mode, and I can dance that lor.

Brings back memories. Afronova is actually quite fun. My favorite was always Naoki. :D

Well I suppose he’s not bad for a five-year-old.

Playing in a friendly mini tomorrow at Weibin’s house. Should be fun. I miss Scrabble.

Nothing makes me happier than to come home every night and cuddle with my kitty. Sweetling conned me into oversleeping today because I was just so happy to lie there with her warm body tucked against my leg. Heh. Man I love my cat so much.

Okay bed!