Living vicariously through my best friend N, who’s with her husband on an European holiday tour which includes Rome and the Vatican City.
Asked her to take some photos of the Vatican especially for me. And, if it doesn’t kill her with embarrassment, ask — preferably a nun — if people are allowed to have sex in the Vatican City. I’ve always wondered about that, after dancing with a Swiss Guard once…
E, my younger sister, has been desperate to re-contract her telco plan and get a brand-new handphone ever since she dropped her current phone in the loo in Canada.
But she had problems doing it online and works shifts, so she asked our mother to help her apply at one of Singtel’s brick-and-mortar shops.
And because shit rolls downhill, my mum dragged me along to Ang Mo Kio Hub — and I’ve been sitting here at Singtel, away from my desk, since 3 o’clock.
We have several overlapping plans with Singtel, so understandably it’s taken longer than usual. But my mum isn’t exactly the most patient, and she tends to ask the same questions over and over again.
Thankfully the salesman who’s serving us is professional and polite. Which made Mum remark, bless her heart, Wah, you quite patient, ha?
(awkward laugh) Have to, ma’am.
(inwardly) Don’t push it hor, Ma…
Fingers crossed we get out of here within the next half hour. I’ve only had brunch today, and my sugar and patience levels are starting to wear low…
Bit of a One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest vibe going on. Also love the use of peach and mint, and the callisthenics (reminds me of Sports Day at primary school).
The second verse — yes, preach, Pusha T!
I actually once said this to my friend’s dog.
And I’m not even an animal lover!
Phwoar, seems like my stock is up this week. A second guy told me he thought I was cute and asked me out, after selling him an epilator off my Carousell page.
Why wasn’t I as fucking popular when I was a teen as I am this week? Not that I would have taken up on every suitor — god, I can only imagine to have that stamina and prowess; I’d probably still be far too lazy to be honest — but I pretty much look the same as I did in my late teens and early twenties. (I hit puberty at age 10, so that “late bloomer” rubbish doesn’t really count, does it?) Why, did someone move the yardsticks for desirability and beauty to the dirty-two-day-never-washed-hair-and-I-only-brushed-my-teeth-and-not-even-washed-my-face-or-combed-my-hair fringe area for this week?
Maybe I was simply ahead of trends — you know, natural beauty, unkempt beauty, that sort of shit — and now is my time, yo.
I am flattered, and it’s definitely gave the ego a great old boost. But honestly this doesn’t help me figure out and solve things on the romantic front. Funny how things work out.
“Baobabs” is a song included as a bonus track in the deluxe version of Regina Spektor’s fourth studio album, Begin to Hope (2006). It’s based off the famous novella The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, first published in 1943.
Lyrically it’s a first-person narrative with Regina adopting the persona of the Rose, who appears in the second act (shit, I forgot what you call the equivalent for prose). But the song also alludes to other characters, namely the cryptic but wise Fox.
When the Little Prince first meets the Fox, interestingly the Fox doesn’t ask the child alien to just befriend him; the beast actually begs him to “Please — tame me!” Continue reading