of breakfasts and laundromats

For countless mornings now, i've been planning to have cereal or a homemade ham sandwich for breakfast.. These lofty plans are made before bed and carried thru dreamland and the REMs before i finally awaken to a brand new day.. ... only to realise that s#%t it's too late and i hv to rush to get ready.. I whisper a short prayer to God thanking Him for the new day.. and ask that He goes before me.. AND i apologise for using s#%t earlier! :) haha

SO.. my breakfast plan doesn't bear any fruit and i'm left to fend for myself jostling in the mtr with countless far more experienced hongkongese (that's what they call themselves!) commuters trying to get to work.. all of this, on an empty stomach.. How sad is that? :( worst part of this whole ordeal is that i never know what to buy for breakfast because obviously the decision-making function of my brain is not awake this early in the morning...

Note to self.. I wanna have cereal or a homemade sandwich at least ONCE before I leave this country for good!

And... laundromats.. I like carrying laundry to the laundromat.. It gives me an artificial sense of importance and accomplishment (though if I were all that important or accomplished, I wouldn't be bringing my laundry anywhere by myself!) Anyhow, this rainy morning, I decided to wash two rain jackets and my bedsheets.. And I'm still utterly amazed at how washing 2 rain jackets can cost 5x more than a whole big bag of sheets! How do they do the math I wonder.. ?

Almost at work now.. raining kittens and puppies today.. Thank God for a brand new day.. with or without breakfast :)

of deserted blogs and fresh new starts

so... i return to -a white bubble- ever so often, just to catch up on the past and to will myself to begin writing again.. but it seems each time i return, the cobwebs and inertia seem too overwhelming and i give up before logging in.. :)

but tonight seems different.. i've been having so many thoughts/ideas/reflections over the past 5 months and i haven't had the time/energy to pen them.. which is such a pity because i'd like to know i had these thoughts another 5 months on..

i said to J a couple of days back that i'm a professional procastinator.. i amaze myself sometimes.. it must take quite a bit of talent to procrastinate the way i do..

so tonight i bravely swipe the cobwebs and muster up courage to begin writing again.. i dunno how long it'll last.. but for now.. just for now.. i'm content..

to commerate this lovely weed-debunking-cobwebs-swiping event (that has taken almost 2 1/2 years), i'm posting this lovely picture of my favourite flowers currently taken by one of my favourite friends, S.

love the pic!.. ... marks the days of new (2nd) beginnings.. don't we all love second chances?

of THE camera, fat men and hu-ge drums!

I love my new camera... it takes the most amazing photos... isn't this amazing? Been really into learning how to take pictures... or should I say wishing I had more time to learn how to take pictures properly... currently using the camera for work too! very cool... all the A&P people are impressed... thank God for a wonderful person who bought me a camera... and for pretty people to take pictures of... :) 

And then I was at Raffles City just last week and they had this AMAZING drumming cheena show thingo... and it has proven my theory (which I had only mentioned to another friend just the week before) that only fat people can play on big drums... you need to show all the fat on the arms doing the jiggy-with-it. And mind you, it is not that my camera is lousy but that their arms were moving so fast! If you noticed, the guy with the cymbal is REALLY clear, and that's because he's not really moving.. and he's skinny! hahah... :)  

check out their hairdo! Ah-mazing! and they were all swaying and moving in the same direction at the same time! I'm soooo intrigued with these group movements thingys... so synchronized, so together, so hair-raising... :) newly inspired for Christmas actions in church now... hehehe... :) 

Another picture of fat man on HU-GE drums... and skinny boy on cymbals... at this point, they were drumming slower...  

Cheena ladies drumming very quickly... notice how small their drums were? Their sticks remind me of when I was doing chinese dance for some ballet thingy in primary school... i really enjoyed ballet then... but mum pulled me out really abruptly... and then i found out because some aunty told her ballet dancers will be flat chested.... so she freaked... well i guess thanks to mum, i wouldn't exactly be considered flat chested... hahaha... can't believe i'm writing such censored information on my blog!... freedom of speech! heh!