I emptied 1/3 of my water bottle onto my keyboard and now I gotta use a crappy one. That’s all you need to know.
Monthly Archives: April 2010
Once upon a time during my carefree idle days of university, I decided to check a friend’s blog and subsequently clicked on her user profile on Blogger. I found that not only was she managing one, but three blogs all together. LO AND BEHOLD, not only was one of them incredibly personal but it wasn’t even managed privately. I wouldn’t be bothered if the blog was all about an emo punk kid whining about how sorry his ass was, but this, this was so, so intensely graphic due to the nature of its sexual content and the fact that it was written by someone close to us (who obviously didn’t know better than to spill her sexual fantasies all over the World Wide Web). It’s pornographic! And I wasn’t the only one who saw it. Another friend did too. So we hurriedly expressed our findings to said friend and in a matter of seconds, it’s off the blogosphere.
Years later, the subject was once again brought up between the two of us. We talked about it, laughed over it and moved on to another hilarious episode of our varsity days. It’s nice to know that a bond still holds strong.
I’ll admit that I’m a complete klutz and accidents never fail to happen around me. I dunno why, but I seem to attract mishaps. Like the last time I picked up a salt and pepper shaker combo at the shop selling dinnerware, I dropped it. And the time when the box of tissues just somehow, SOMEHOW went crashing to the floor at Nyonya Colours. I hate to admit it but I’m a magnet for disaster. So when I borrowed Don’s Grado Labs SR125 worth SGD300++, he uttered these three golden words of advice to me with eyes the size of pingpong balls, “HANDLE. WITH. CARE.”
I couldn’t help feeling really, really sheepish.
There comes a time when people will experience a shift, whether it’s a minor imbalance or a breakdown of seismic proportions. When that happens, they react differently to the change but in the process of coping, they lose a part of themselves. Some people lose their faith, their religion, their hope. Some lose their sanity, their identity, their ties, their locks, their homes, their wealth, their health, their pulse.
And me? That day I lost my appetite.
Imma embark on a teensy weensy project, aptly titled the ‘Three Word Status’. Three Word Status is a spontaneous account of daily events, humorous or personal, published on my messenger. Stories unfold here.
So far, the list is short but peel your eyes and plug in your peripherals, for it WILL grow (depending on my level of enthusiasm, cross my knobby fingers).
List so far:
- Curb your appetite
- Handle with care
- House on fire
Cross my knobby fingers.
“After taking a break at Sulin’s place, we went down 2 blocks away to attend a gig at a place called The Toff. Two local bands were playing that night, one was called The Good China Band and the other was Jack’s Castle. I had a pint of Dab beer while watching the performance. The good thing about the nightscene nowadays is that you’re not allowed to smoke indoors, so it was a pretty clean environment, except for people dancing away while having a pint at hand. Smokers were supposed to go outdoors to take a puff or else they’ll get fine.
The band performances were pretty good, very folksy with some upbeat tunes. And somehow, Jack’s Castle was pretty popular there because people were singing away to the band.
After that, we went to get a Souvlaki at Stalactites. Don ordered a mixed souvlaki with chicken and lamb in it. It’s almost like kebab with the meat being grilled on a skewer, and wrapped in pita with lettuce, tomato, onion and homemade tzatziki in it. It’s opened 24 hours.
Oh, I didn’t try McDonald’s here because apparently, this place called Hungry Jack’s is a lot better. And true to it, it IS alot better than Maccas. That’s what they call McDonald’s around here. I had a bite out of Sulin’s Chargrilled Chicken burger. NICE! Smelled a lot better than McDonald’s too. And it’s opened 24/7.
And oh, apparently some whites here are pretty racist. Brian told me he went to a bar with an Indian man and a white bloke approached the Indian and started insulting him, saying stuff like “You people come here and steal our jobs, drive all the taxis…”
It’s 3.55AM now and I’m gonna head to bed soon.”
“Landed at Melbourne Airport and Boyfriend’s sister picked us up.
We went to Lygon Street to have lunch. Italian food at Villa Romana. I had Risotto Pescatora and Cafe Latte. Generous portion, albeit too big for me. I couldn’t finish my food. The risotto was $19.90 with plenty of fresh prawns, scallops, fish and calamari. GOOD FOOD! I had a taste of their local lager called Cascade, which was so much better than Tiger back at home. It was very smooth I don’t think I’ll mind having one myself. Don’t worry, I won’t drink myself silly here.
Next, we strolled down probably two blocks away for coffee at a place called Brunetti. I ordered Coppa Tiramisu (Coffee tiramisu with coffee liquor) and New York Cheesecake. The cheesecake was FABULOUS! Rich cheese and delicious with every bite. You’d absolutely love it. I was so full after the risotto but I couldn’t bear wasting the cakes. The tiramisu was really good too, hints of liquor but not very heavy. Ordered a cup of cappucino. The cakes were $5.90 each, and Brunetti had a wall of designer postcards.
The streets are filled with buildings in bricks, very earthy colours with a splash of vibrant yellow, green or red here and there. When I walked by street corners, I could see some of the buildings had worn brick walls with rusty pipeworks. Nice!
It’s 5.08PM now, three hours earlier than in KL. Pretty smashed now but my mind’s still racing because there are lots of sights to take in. The flight was long and tiring coz there was this kid who wouldn’t stop howling during the flight. Couldn’t sleep at all, but I managed forty winks here and there.
I’ll probably head down a while later. Will update when I’m free. Photos will have to wait, sorry! I haven’t bought credit for the prepaid SIM card yet so I haven’t been able to call anyone. Will find time to later.
That’s it for now. Ta!”
– Pardon the choppy sentence structures! I don’t tend to write like a literary genius when I’m composing an email to my mum.