Tuesday, 29 April 2008
when channelling my seamstress roots failed, my mum who used to run a sewing school with her sisters stepped in. would not have survived without her.
not the most willing models, but ever caring. heh. my brother and my aunt in between moments of simulated interaction haha.
well i guess God is familyandmore too. this verse encouraged me through many a difficult night and has secretly become a part of my prototype heh.
and then there's family that you can choose - aka the good people you are blessed with as great friends. 远亲不如近邻。really true man. thank yous. the supernear, quitenear, notasnearbutgotcar and previouslyquitenear. :]
Jehovah-jireh. God has provided and thus i have survived. to God be the glory. thank You.
(and woohoo!!! can lindy anytime again now! haha priorities, priorities......oke and can taf club full-time again too. heh. joy!)
Thursday, 17 April 2008
..... your chair systematically falls apart in front of you.
many days on my bum in front of the computer = broken chair......such is the thesis disease. not long more!! i hope!
Tuesday, 15 April 2008
realisations from a shooting break downstairs. do click on the picture to see it bigger and read it in flickr. hrmm if my handwriting is illegible tell me, then i'll transcript it into readable text here heh. :]
Saturday, 12 April 2008
there were sharper pictures in the set. but hey sharper pictures and feeling sianded about unexpected rain at seven in the morning were never quite the best of friends anyway...
while waiting for friendly neighbourhood friends to arrive for a saturday morning unwindmymind swim.
my auntie tells me she wanted to get my dad to take photos of us doing our pseudo synchronised swimming moves, but unfortunately the camera was not whipped out in time. (er....thankfully...or not..)
Sunday, 6 April 2008
this is one of the first things i remembered seeing after getting home from being away in sweden for six months last year. i wanted to get a cup of water from the kitchen but was startled by this weird waving panda instead. my auntie had cut him out from a magazine and stuck him there to stop people from accidentally banging their heads against the sharp corner of a metal rack..
my auntie also has a practice of wrapping up all the vegetables and whateverthings in brown paper to supposedly help them keep better in the fridge. and she has this cool habit of sticking a leaf or some small characteristic part of the vegetable or whateverthing on the outside of the brown package so that she knows what is inside without having to unwrap to have a look. on one of my many late nights staying awake, i opened the fridge to check it out as part of my night time routine and was shocked to find these papers stuck outside two of the packages. i was like "wah!! aeroplanes!!" haha and then, "hrmm rocket lettuce??" and haha as i type now my auntie is scarily coincidentally unwrapping those two packages in front of me..and hrmm damn, no toy planes for me and not rocket lettuce either...just some regular cabbage or cabbage cousins.
on the same night/early morning, i leaned against the stove drinking my cup of water and was zoning out when i found myself staring at the floor, specifically staring at my old swimsuit from more than half my lifetime ago lying there on the floor. wah haha it is now the kitchen rag lor. really reduce reuse and recycle siah...though my inner designer quietly doubted the absorbency of an old swimsuit.
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hrmm and kitchen stories is also one of my favourite little movies. i caught it at the film fest here some years back. it was a norwegian film about swedish researchers observing norwegian men in their kitchens so as to optimise their kitchen usage or something like that. and currently i forsee myself spending many late nights getting water and food in my kitchen really soon since our thesis is due at month's end. the calm has ended, let the storm begin!!! God be with us all no matter how things turn out. all the best!!