submarine tea infuser

This evoked a 'omg,so cute can diezxz' moment. And somehow reminded me of the time when I was 10 and decided to sew a submarine for my cross-stitch art assignment, even added seaweed to accompany it. Yeah I was cool like that. Cool like my email which was also created that year. Something was seriously wrong with me at 10 and I doubt I'm going to be much better at 20.

Today
Chinatown - on work assignment



It was hot, hot and hot. Just so darn hot. Good practice for upcoming Phuket trip.

"I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can."

- J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

Died 2 days ago. My favorite quote from him though I wouldn't know exactly how true it is. Just felt that this came from somewhere real.

I know myself. I know I got spelling issues, evidently shown in the previous entry. I know I don't function well in social circles. I know I act too much like a sophist and sprout too much bullshit. I know I sleep, read and watch anime a little more than I should. I know I don't usually say what's important. I know I look sleepy all the time. I know I can slip on flat grounds with flats on. I know I should try harder and be less self-indulgent though honestly, most people don't deserve any attention. I know I'm overtly juvenile at times. I know I can be a jackass. But most importantly, I know what I care about and what I don't so this... shouldn't be hard to choose. Maybe I should stop thinking so hard and pray that the 'idea dropped out of the sky' theory will be worked on me.

Someobody just tell me what I need to know.

We; gambled, swam, luged, sky-rided, hung about in the balconies and generally had fun while we took turns monopolizing the affections of the kids. Even my grandma caught some rays through the stay. With them, I feel strangely at peace with myself, that about sums up how I feel around them and it feels pretty darn good.

I feel a little too old to be enjoying boys like girls 'two is better than one' but I can't help spamming it. It almost has me convinced, just almost.

How the sky looked this morning while listening to the likes of Sam Cooke and Norah Jones. Any more mornings like this and I might just become a morning person.

Made me dance while cooking dinner =)))

Funny sight of the day; my hokkien-speaking grandma watching an entire episode 'man vs wild' with the bro.

I fawned over the Penguin shelf at Borders for so long that I was late coming back from lunch.

YYY's concert left me feeling electrified, from the first song to the last. It didn't allow me to be still and didn't allow me to remain in the same tired skin I came in with. I was left thinking, hoping wishing something great would come along just so I could expend this sudden surge of energy I rediscovered. No one in that Esplanade concert hall could deny the powers that transcended from the music and everyone was up on their feet throughout. Karen O had on the zaniest outfits and did the most peculiar actions but somehow made sense of it all. In fact, very little things made sense but it felt so good to lose your senses for just that little bit which I now wish could have lasted longer.

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She goes under the 'makes you want to cry and laugh at the same time' friend category.

I think these pictures speak volumes of how much I enjoy being generally juvenile. It also shows how Liting is a sneaky food slut. Luckily my childish inclinations of trying to fit the entire scoop of ice-cream on my spoon prevented her from having any of it. Strange that I'm in a good mood now despite being sleep deprieved and having to face the prospects of working on a Sunday.

"Maybe it’s more like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like, each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And these things happen – these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or we don’t get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack open in places. And I mean, yeah, once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. […] But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And it’s only in that time that we can see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out."

-- Paper Towns, John Green

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distressing yet comforting at the same time.

“When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on—series polygamy—until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.”

-Tom Robbins

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As whacky as his stories sometimes are, this passage here makes complete sense.

3,2,1 and it's a new me, new you, new world. While the rest of the country made noise and fireworks, we nonchalantly continued on with our mahjong game. The fuss does not reach us until the revelers in the house barged into the room and congratulated us for making it into the new decade. Let's pray we do not run ourselves to the ground with destructive decadence cause the world isn't ours.

The prerequisite end of year reflection.

For 2009, I'd thank God for the people who left and the people who stayed. Each of them changed me and I'm not the same person as I was last January, which is how it should be.