Sunday, June 21, 2009

Hello, Good night

I'm just here to clear the cob webs.



Nah, just joking.


Blogging wasn't a necessity these days, because every day's just another pursuit of time to spend with the people I love most. Friday morning was spent bringing Grandma to a specialist to look into her frequent fainting spells. I had some trouble trying not to laugh, as Dr. Yap struggled in his questioning (because Grandma's hard of hearing) and Grandma's, well, hard of hearing. Plus we had a bad translator (a.k.a my mum), so was also having a hard time trying to bring her point across. Haha.


Uncovered another gastronomical jewel. Ding Tai Fung (鼎泰豐) serves a darling of thousand layer cakes! It's really as tasty as it looks, with a sprinkle of sago crowning the layered steamed sponge cake. And every single layer peels off with a little effort from a pair of chopsticks (plus some very nimble fingers). Never mind that it takes 20 minutes to prepare.



Picture source: Ding Tai Fung TW


And I started tuition! It's good when you reduce the number of noisy tykes in your vicinity to a mere 2, because it no longer sounds like a stadium of tykes watching ManU vs. Arsenal (yes, you just need 9 tykes). And it helps to have someone so dear give you a huge huggie just before the session.



Yesterday was blissful, because I had the best company ever (a.k.a Jack). Being the cheapo patriotic Singaporeans we are, we decided to pop over to Marina to watch the first full dress rehearsal for the NDP. The idea of firing the 21 canons on a floating platform was way cool (I was exclaiming so loudly everyone probably thought that I was some country bumpkin).







Springcleaning! It's too hot to be Spring, by the way. The main point's that I finally swept my table of a conspicuously revolting film of dust, which had accumulated from 3 months of negligence and mass-dumping.




So now I have half a table for my lappie and the next semester's notes. I totally love myself for being a neat freak.

And I love the way the wind catches your scent and carries it to me;
The way those fingers lace themselves with mine;
The times we kiss each other goodbye;
The little sparks you set off in my head.
And I miss you tonight, and every night.

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