The Little Excitements

I'm easily excited.

Even the doctor said so, hence, the fluctuating blood pressure.

Weakling.

Words are powerful.

Papers feel real.

Words on paper, spell Vintage.

Going green has killed the romantic relationship between writing, and the excitement upon receiving the real copy with handwritten, personalised words...

The effort matters.

.........

Okay. I confess.

I had only 1 pen-pal (because I thought it was lame to get one as everyone around me was doing so. The ugly Kuntum times, if you remember and are as pre-historic as I am) and closer friends seldom wrote while they were abroad. It takes too much time.

So getting this from Cape Town is pretty awesome.

.........

Ok I confess also.

I was testing the effects on Photoshop and the camera.

Pfft.

This is a totally random post.

Hang on, oh yes, hand written materials...

ARE romantic.

Hey, Barney. Go Away

Ok kidding.

Kids love Barney somehow.

I've nothing against Barney but no offense, the other 2 orange and yellow weird aliens are a tad too disturbing.

What are they anyway...Pokemon's legacy?!

Yer...

Oh well yeah, I've done it again.

A lullaby.

Go on and listen to it if you can't sleep.

You probably...still won't be able to sleep.

I Can Cook

Currently listening to:

David Choi, Only You

I just realized I am indeed a spoiled kid.

Because I never thought of it to be difficult to make a hard-boiled egg.

Now let me tell you this.

IT'S HARD.

I'm not talking about the ones where the yolk turns into sand when it's sliced open because you've been boiling till the water evaporates.

I'm talking moist yolk and chewy egg whites.

Like this.

I'm a proud kid.

I guess mommy's proud too.

*sniffs*

I'm Home

Feels like it's been a while.

But fact is...it's only been 3 days.

I ashamed to admit that...I missed the internet.

A lot.

*insert offensive criticism for my shameless internet dependency *

Not having Twitter, Blogger, Youtube and FB (ok this I don't mind not having) is as good as not having internet at all. China has their version of ALMOST everything.

QQ, BB, TuTu, Lala...-.-"

Anyway, trip was good.

Why? Cos I spent about 12 hours on the plane, 7 hours working, about 5+ hours shopping and the rest for eating and sleeping.

Wow.

Who wouldn't want a trip like that.

Pfft.

But no, it was a good trip. I need to reiterate that I'm proud to be Chinese.

Even though the locals kinda named me an Asian of all kinds but a Chinese.

Which ass part of me looks Korean by the way? Pfft pfft.

If you're wondering, I went to Tianjin.

Go read about it if you're interested. Cos I haven't been there long enough to know exactly which part on the globe it lies at. Yay

In short, it's massive. It's growing. And it's bloody polluted.

Locals were sweet though.

Stories about cultured-soft spoken-Chinese-people, wild-ass-shopping-spree, awesome-greasy-stinky-tofu and probably-an-almost-haunted-hotel-room-later.

Feeling a tad woozy from the turbulence. I hate flights.

But before that, one of my many best buys...

Bumblebee Extreme Socks

Not like I'm gonna wear them, honestly.

But they were going at 10 yuan for 3 pairs (thatslikerm5for3whichmeansitsrm1.6666666667for1FTW). Awesome idea to keep my pretty feet warm in bed, don't you think?

Hell yeah!

Jetting Off

Destination: Tianjin, China

Duration: 3 days

Reason of trip: Work

Reason for anxiety: Flying alone *gulps*

Reason for even stronger anxiety: AirAsia *fallsofchair*

Current emotion (clocked at 8.35pm, Tuesday): -.-". Need.To.Pack

Emotion after trip: To be updated

Be good everyone.

I'll...try too. XD

Pray for safe flight.

Thanks.

Randomly, hair looks like a fluffy croissant. Pfft.

GROW ALREADY!!!

I Took You for Granted

I know...

You've been the sweetest thing ever.

Ever since I held you in my arms...I knew.

How you serenaded me.

Kept me company.

Gave my life a little melody when it was quiet...

I took you for granted.

Forgoing the fact that...it's been a while since I've paid attention to how it is for you deep in.

On how I've asked for too much.

But...

DON'T SNAP ON ME LIDDAT CAN?!

PAINFUL YOU KNOW!

First thing next month.

I promise.

The last song recorded before Tyler broke a limb.

Dreams of a Child

Currently listening to:

Paris Je'taime Soundtrack

Originally uploaded by Breakmould

Everyone has one.

Oh wait...some have many. Like me.

Be it, a dream job, a dream house, a dream pet, a dream boy...

Everything that's finest in the minds of a child.

However absurd it may seem, the reason to many of my childhood dream jobs were aesthetically simple.

And beautiful.

1) I wanted to be a teacher because I wanted to scribble on students' books and write brutal remarks eg. Don't you know how to wirte? Do 100 times. - Spot mistake. Pfft.

2) I wanted to be a garbage collector because standing on the garbage truck seemed cool.

3) I wanted to be an artist because you get paid to draw on walls.

4) I wanted to sell tong sui at the markets because I'd have endless bowls of tong sui daily.

5) I wanted to be a mermaid.

Many more...really.

See.

I'm such a sweet young thing.

Fucked in the mind.

Yay.

Fact is, these are the matters that grownups overlook because they are bound by the restricted bubble that forgoes the fact that, simplicity is all you need in life to spell fun.

And even if all in life restricts ie; Flunks anger management test at teacher training college, quota for garbage collector reigned by foreign labourers, artists only get rich after they die etc...

THERE'S ALWAYS, Toys R'Us.

I'm amazed at my own digressing skills.

All I wanted to talk about is that, Toys R'Us is definitely not a place for kids only. Unleash that 7-year old self of yours and understand the true meaning of heaven within the store.

I found mine.

I finally know what the freaking red-3D-camera-that-can-slot-in-round-films is called and...I NOW OWN IT...AGAIN!

It's called a View-Master.

And the white piece is a reel. -.-"

Now now, don't come telling me you've known it all along. *covers ears and runs*. I've been searching long enough and I shall take credit for my strength and perseverance.

I'm still missing some Casper reels. So if anyone out there is nice enough to donate a couple pieces to me, I'm pretty sure the angels will shower you with infinite love.

Now, excuse me while I pamper myself with the utmost old-school but gratifying toy of all time.

My View Master + Peter Pan reels.

P.S - I still want very much to be a mermaid.

P.P.S - I should get the NERF too. Soon. Alpha Trooper perhaps? Or the Recon CS-6?! Just to trump King Hao's.

With glowing darts. YEAH BABY!

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So if you're wondering why I do these stuff,

1) I'm free

2) I'm just weird like that.

Click away. Fankew.