Brought it upon myself..been too lazy to slap on any lotion/vaseline.
A few weeks ago, I bumped into this Chinese girl in the office toilet. We briefly introduced. Then this week, I bumped into an Indian lady. I said I'm from Singapore. She left in a jiffy and returned with that Chinese girl I met a few weeks back (they're from the other company on our level). Hah. So the Indian lady wanted to introduce us. Anyway, that girl's name is Fun (a chinese name actually). I went out with Fun 2 lunchbreaks this week. She been in Belgium for the past 2 decades so she basically grew up here. Anyway, she's almost the same height as me or a little shorter (if mom hears this she'd be so happy...hahaa....cos she gets so hyper when she sees girls my age on the streets whos shorter than me....so funny............). Anyway, so she's my height. And I'm absolutely NOT USED to talking to pple my height. Seriously. I felt so weird looking at someone at eye level!!! Cos I'm surrounded by pple taller than me 99.99% of the time. I think.... I still prefer looking up......
There's a Spanish restuarant called Las Mañas here in Antwerpen that I've dined at a few times during lunch.... guess around 6-8 times already. There's only 2 waiters there to take care of around 20 tables, a bartender and the boss...maybe one or two more floaties. It's not huge, but a fairly spacious restuarant/bar.
I kinda like the place. The food is yum. Think chickpea cabbage potato pork stew, thin pork chops grilled to perfection, aromatic mussels prawns clams calamari rice....hmm... :)
Meeeheheeee.... everytime I go there, I'm with the people from the company +/- client(s). And I'm always the only lady at the table. I think it must be a custom of that restuarant (though I've not actually witness that being done to another lady diner). You see, after the food is ordered, the waiter would bring out a little woven basket of bread and some plates. And he would set a plate in front of me, and place this chunk (which is the tip of what I know as the French bread...but I bet there's another name for it....esp in a Spanish restuarant). This chunk of bread has a slit across it, then the waiter unfolds the bread along the slit and ta-da!!! A heart!!
Do you remember the theme song for Mr Bean's shows? It's called Ecce Homo.... Listening to the version sung by "The Choirboys" now...
Today I view the new advertising material of the University of Melbourne. For those who don't know how emotional I am, while I was listening to the song in the advertisement, tears welled up in my eyes. I was THAT touched by the song. www.dreamlarge.edu.au
I'm so happy I webcamed with my dearest Fan... The last time I saw her was when she was returning to Indo via Sg.... We had yumcha with my family as a mini celebration for her birthday. Then I brought her to Orchard Road. I'm a bad tour guide. Considering I have been away from SG for the last 5+ years. She stayed for half a day I think... and flew to Indo in the evening... That was about 1.5 years already.
Oops... now I recall that wasn't the last time I saw her. It was last year, when fate decided to play with her again, brought her hopes high and crashed them down so mercilessly. Nonetheless, I still saw the tired and dejected but ever so cute, sweet and dear Fan.
(msn conversation while webcamming with fan)
Fan: nana right now im imaging u n i talking at max Brenner T__T
(we used to chat over a cup of hot choco at the chocolate place Max Brenner's while we were still in Melbourne)
Nana: sort of
Fan: feels like that
Nana: since right now you're smoking, and i'm drinking water...lets pretend its hot chocolate
and waffle :P
pretends to bite the keyboard on the webcam*
Fan: hahahahah.... oh no... i'm not eating the keyboard am i??
Fan: hahaha…well its blak choc hahahaha…looks like waffle, abit
Fan and I, we don't have much in common, but we know we love and care about each other.
Oh I miss Fan so much...
...........................oh we miss each other so much...
Why do bad things always happen to good people? Why do good things always happen to bad people?
I've been practising "The Animals Were Gone" by Damien Rice on the guitar...alright, I know to most people it's an ultra easy peasy song, but for me it's a real personal challenge. I suck at plucking. I usually only strum. So this song is a tough nut for me to crack.
So anyway, I practised this song while I was having dinner last night, before I slept last night, when I woke up this morning and when I got home today....in total for almost (record-breakingly) 3 hours!!!! And after I learnt the lyrics just now, I recorded myself on the sound recorder function of windows.... I did that almost half an hour ago.
And I've been listening to my own shameless recording on loop for the past half an hour.
How BHB am I? :)
But...but... I tink it's nice what!!!
*in true singlish accent*
P.S. For those who don't know what BHB aka "buay hiao bai" means... Its kinda like.. no shame and thick-skinned mixed together.... But I need a Hokkien speaker to clarify on my "explanation".
P.S.S. But just to redeem my face a little... actually there's a reason why I recorded myself. It was cos I wanted to play the song to Ev on Skype. But it was already 3am+++ over in Melbourne and his roommate is sleeping. So he said next time or I could record it and send it to him tmr. So I did record it. So maybe I'm not so BHB afterall??
Here's the real deal....From his latest album "9", this is "The Animals Were Gone" by Damien Rice, Lisa Hannigan (is that a 3/4 guitar she's playing?! hehe..) and his band's cello and double bass player. Enjoy enjoy enjoy!!!!!
Those who are close to me would know that I am actually a very lazy
person. But sometimes laziness has its advantage. Take this for
example: I returned on Monday from my road trip with dad. My luggage
has been lying in front of the front door. I didn't bother unpacking
it. It still contained clean socks and undies, some t-shirts, a clean
unused towel, shampoo, soap....... So right now, late Thursday night,
I'm supposed to pack for my trip to Hamburg which is tomorrow (Friday)
1st thing in the morning (leaving the house at 5.50am). So what a good
thing I didn't bother unpacking the other time! All I have to do is
replenish my socks and undies, smell my shirts to make sure they are
still wearable (alright that might sound gross, but I assure
you, I wear 1 or 2 singlets beneath my t-shirts, and 1 or 2
sweaters/jackets outside! So they are almost perfectly sterile on both
I know I've been saying I'll upload my photos or make an album. I'm
SORRY!!! I've been too busy. But promise it WILL HAPPEN!!! :)
Hamburg for the next 3 days! Peace out dudes and dudettes!
that Lisa is ending her professional career with Damien.... WHY!?!?! WHYYYYYY..... Their voices work like magic together, her voluptuous singing blending in beautifully with Damien's slightly rustic rugged voice. Nevermind... have to respect her decision to work on her own material. Well...speaking of which, I should be looking forward to what these two artistes would come up with without the complement of the other.
Lucky I went to see Damien Rice Live in Feb.....in melb
One of my favourite songs of all time......deeply touching and haunting...resonates in my mind long after the song has taken its effects.... Enjoy: Cold Water by Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan. (this is a clip taken during a concert....and so its slightly different form the real track..near the end, it gets a bit too hyper for me....gets a bit loud....but the front's beautiful anyway =D )
So here I am..........ironing pa's shirts.... The water spray thing on the iron isn't working...so I'm like flicking water onto the clothes...and somehow, I flick hard..and use my whole wrist and arm action. Cos with a stronger swing, the droplets are smaller. And it's starting to get sore.. So I'm taking a break by blogging..
The very simple things I take for granted. Today, I would like to thank the person who thought of combining the iron with the water spray. You have provided a lot of convinience to people world wide. God bless you!
Did you know: "Metal pans filled with charcoal were used for smoothing fabrics in China in the 1st century BC."
Read more about irons if ur bored.. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ironing :p