Im propped up on the couch this Sunday evening, in a fashion that would illicit a comment similar in context to "you're like your dad, slouching on this sofa" from mommy dearest. Yes, something about my sofa often tricks me into thinking, boy boy, I dont have a backbone.

as I sit here, with the sombre night skies in view. Even as a few airplanes pass in the distance (You can tell i live in the east) , I reminisce the nights i spent atop a king's size bed as if the world couldnt be bigger. With a tee tied to my head, I was throwing punches and kicks into the air, stopping every 5 minutes to roll across the bed in a haphazard fashion. All this I did with a boy named Frank.

We were mommy's best ninjas. I attribute our alter-egos too 1 too many viewings of Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles. Frequently spotting T-shirts that said" Batman", those were days where eating at burger king would have gotten you Batman iron ons, where a hundred dollars made you feel like you were a rich kiddo, Where my self made paper shoes were amusing and all I cared about were my collection of toys.

For I wouldnt be the Ninja I am today in my own right without Mom nor Dad.
I owe the world to them.
Growing up would have been half the fun without my fellow ninja boy too. Big brother.

pour the cheap champagne we're going down today. Hey

thats my random lyric moment :)

Now, how about a Kodak moment?

*thinks hard*

pictures her dad with long hair, blue shirt and blue jeans. Spotting that as-cool-as-Ekin-Cheng look with his crisp shirt unbuttoned down mid chest. Gazing at a downward angle towards the camera, smiling knowingly.

He was probably about 23 then, I can't help but think to myself. That I too, would be 23 in half a years time.

5:19 am, I am battling the incessant inquisitions of my mind tonight.
For some reason I fell into the gallows of my own emotions.

The soulful voice of James Morrison is my only company at this hour, coupled with readings from a friends blog.

For I cannot remember the last time I spent such a substantial amount of time , reading off a blog.
It's the way people cope with their emotional loses that intrigues me, I find myself transported back to a space in time...

Grooved to the repetitive infectious tones of Fugiya and Miyagi this evening , the one hour concert left everyone wanting more. Only to cheer on for an Encore, which was well worth it. :)

Corrinne May -Angel in Disguise

I woke up this morning feeling kind of blue
and I stumbled out of bed
and dragged my feet across the room
Right outside my front door was a rose
and a note that said 'Somebody Loves You'

But out on the street it starts to pour
and before I get soaking wet,
A total stranger runs to give me
the jacket off his back
I turn around to thank him
But he waves me with a smile
I can hardly believe my eyes
He puts on a halo and starts to fly

Take a look at the ordinary
Don't need to look at Paradise
You could be next to
an angel in disguise

I met a good friend for lunch
and we had a delicious meal
But I forgot to bring my wallet
I felt like an imbecile
But she was sweet, she gave me a treat and
Bought me a chicken sandwich
To take home for tea

But out on the street with nothing to eat
A man and his shopping cart go
Travelling to places,
Collecting social graces
I give him my sandwich
and we chatter for a while
I see a rainbow wash over his eyes
He gives me his halo and
I start to fly

Take a look at the ordinary
Don't need to look for Paradise
You could be next to an angel in disguise

Don't try to hide away from me
I know you're by my side

Take a look at the ordinary
Don't need to look for Paradise
You could be next to
an angel in disguise
Everyday can be legendary
Every minute, an endless surprise
You could be the next angel in disguise

I woke up this morning
Feeling kind of new.


Bliss to me is watching as the rain falls from my balcony , and a bit of corrinne may.

so I ate an entire box of Godiva Hazelnut Pralines.

With all that Royce chocolates and Taittinger I am treated to while at work, no wonder there isnt time to blog.

Notably, I bumped into my boss over the weekend over at Dempsey Road, looking suave as usual.
I also read up on David Ogilvy's Biography ( my 2nd time) , God knows what's wrong with my memory....

I have on hand Mary Wells Lawrence's book titled A BIG LIFE.

after consciously afflicting harm on my eyes by entering 240 tedious entries into a database the whole afternoon on an aptly named database-the ORACLE .
I added insult to injury by managing 5 whole resumes tonight.

Also, within these 2 weeks, I found time to relive the childhood delight by visiting the zoo, only to be caught in between a 'fight' with some number of zookeepers pelting each other with eggs and manure. I reckon, if I found more then egg albumin on myself, I would have soured.

Then I did the whole Singapore Flyer thing, express tickets in tow to beat the winding queues us Singaporeans are most famously infamous for.

I am going to down some mango pudding and head to bed. Thats my utterly decadent lifestyle for you.

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