of lyricism

After my haircut, I headed down to Orchard and shopped my feet off. Laden with bags and donuts, four hours later, I sat in the bus contemplating the new found joy I’m deriving from exploiting the misconception people seem to have that I’m not local, watching the rain hit the window, the wheels throwing up large gusts of water which distorted the Christmas lights. Then my earphones start singing this song, and I look at the book I’ve bought my sister for a laugh, a $2.50 copy of “How to be an MC”, and the biggest smile starts working its way up from my heart to my face, and I remember days gone by, and I feel safe in the knowledge that the solace is not far away now.

 

of one for the Curious

This is what I look like this fine Sunday evening – a frappucino courtesy of the lovely sister, headphones hooked into the fifth season of Hustle, and lots of comfiness all around.

Priscilla has my birthday wish list, so if you want to buy me something that I want, rather than something you think I’d like (although feel free to do the latter, I love surprises) you can either chip in some cash for the awesomeness she’ll be presenting to me, or ask her for ideas. If you need help contacting her, drop me a line.

Why yes, I am rather shameless when it comes to my birthday. =)

1 week away, hurray hurray hurray!

Of my life being averagely bizarre.

Today, I decided to put some Disney lyrics as my Facebook status, and give my friends a chance to partake in a virtual sing-a-long. Instead of the rousing chorus of Under the Sea that I was expecting, they started a discussion on how delicious seaweed is. My friends are disgustingly azn, and MLIA.

of love, all around

Today, I started making proper plans for my birthday.

I love this time of the year.

I miss my mom all the time. Even when she’s just in the next room. Moving out is going to be harder than I imagined just a year or two ago.

I love a strange, strange man, but he makes me happy. Verily much so.

I have some of the best friends in the world.

Birthday shopping is the bomb.

I have Usborne puzzles to keep my sick self company tomorrow. There is a certain beauty in being able to enjoy again the things that made you happy when you were a child.

Bliss.

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Unbelievable as it may seem, I’m sick again. Even my doctor just stared at me incredulously for a moment before breaking out in little giggles. She did however give me cough syrup, and Jeremy is right – there is a very high possibility that I will become one of those druggies who down a bottle in one shot. Not for the buzz, but because it just tastes SO GOOD. Mmm.

So anyway, my day consisted of waking up sick, going to the doctor, driving my mom around to run errands, and watching a lot of TV in a lazy haze of medicinal drowsiness. It was awesome. You know you’re jealous.

Speaking of errands that my mom ran, Indian people will never change. Ever. Today she basically had to pick up some cough medicine that my uncle had sent with his friend from India, and then drop it off to a friend, who is a doctor over here. Yes, you’re reading that right. The Singaporean doctor asked for medicine from the Indian doctor. I was secretly disappointed to discover that the package did not also contain masala and a sari or two.

Anyway, bedtime. I’ll update with a birthday wishlist soon, but for now, toodles!