tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50546282024-12-19T14:21:30.166+11:00You're only here for a short visit. Don't hurry, don't worry. And be sure to smell the butter along the way.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496202314546602089noreply@blogger.comBlogger421125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5054628.post-32566880664693847642015-02-21T00:19:00.002+11:002015-02-21T00:24:58.527+11:00

Time has past rather quickly this year and it's already that time of the year... when I find myself missing the life I once had in Singapore. Chinese New Year just never feels quite the same here, but then again, I'm not complaining. Looking back since the start of this year, I'm quite content with pretty much all aspects of life at the moment. Throwback time! This year's Valentine's

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2014 ended beautifully and 2015 started with live fireworks, a long trip home, and... From fooood ... a visit to my all-time favourite location in Sydney- the shipwreck, before catching the first sunset of the year at Little Bay. I haven't been back to the shipwreck in over 2 years... maybe 3. Didn't manage to watch the sunrise because the trip home from watching the fireworks was so

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My oven is dead. I am sad- no cakes and bread. Time for Ikea. (hey, that took 1 minute! Give me a break~)

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We meet people everyday. Strangers who might be passing by in a shopping mall, the driver in the car next to yours at the red lights, a greeting with a friend's friend. Many will simply slip by without notice. When Chance decides to stop and allow an encounter, with some, there is an automatic click, where one goes "ah, we can get along". Perhaps this is the all-elusive "spark" that some are

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It's almost 2am. I've been listening to a live recording of Isaac Stern's playing of a Mozart violin concerto on loop for the past hour, silently celebrating the life he had and remembering back to the day he passed away nearly a decade and a half ago. At around 4 minutes, a distinctive sneeze is heard. Twice. A further third sneeze half a minute later. A fourth one at 5 minutes. And another one

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... the soles of your shoes are all worn down The time for sleep is now It's nothing to cry about... It's no secret that I'm more keen on buying shoes than any other items. Clothes- I recycle through about 3 shirts, 2 jeans, 3 jackets, 1 scarf. Bags- I try not to even bring them around anymore, but I've been carrying only one brown backpack for the past month or so. Shoes? I'm not even

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Music or language?  Or, more specifically, given the choice of knowing how to play every single musical instrument out there, or being fluent in all languages, which will you choose? For me, there's never a doubt in my mind- language. If I were to have any sort of magic, any sort of "superhero" power, it would be to master every single language and dialect out there in the world. A

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So recently my dad told me to get life insurance. Coincidentally, my brother was talking about how he was getting life insurance a couple of days prior to that too. Then there was the news about the MH17 passenger airlines getting shot down, with a devastating death toll of 298. And not forgetting MH370, the missing flight carrying 239 lives that simply vanished. On a smaller and more

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Everyday is like a jigsaw puzzle. With 24 hours, it's a matter of shuffling activities into those 24 hours. I've never really had a problem with time management. Ha. Let's face it- I have massive time management issues, but being someone who works much more efficiently under pressure, ie time or the lack thereof, I always manage to fit what needs to be done into whatever little time I have.

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So this entry is going to be a quick one. Supposed to be packing for a trip to the snows! Skipped badminton for various reasons... Random story time: Yesterday, my dad was handing me a teacup and I saw a drop of red on it. Thinking it's just dirty, I jokingly passed it back to my dad and said, "Look, there's blood on it." Dad looked surprised and said, "Where did it come from??" while

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We learn from mistakes. If we don't ever make them, we won't learn or grow, or become better. The greatest danger is to stay dormant, to stunt our own growth, to lead a terribly uneventful life that does absolutely nothing for yourself and anyone. We are always told to be satisfied, to be content, to treasure what we have and to accept that we cannot have everything. That is wise, especially

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What makes happiness? We are constantly trying to find that elusive multi-dimensional entity. Back when I was at uni, I took up a philosophy unit on Happiness. First lecture in and the lecturer was already disclaiming that we're not going to be any happier doing this course, nor will it bring us any closer to finding it. Needless to say, I stopped attending lectures but still managed to do

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No pain no gain. There are no shortcuts to success. The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The mind is everything. What you think you become. Inspirational quotes. They are absolutely everywhere. Some we know and take to heart, others... we know but we choose not to see it. If you are one of those friends that post inspirational quotes on Facebook

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I've always been interested in reading. Guess it's the way we've been brought up- my sister and brother loves reading too, and ever since I can remember, my mum would take us to the library and pick out some books, take it home and wipe it all over with alcohol rub (because library books are filthy and you never know whose grubby hands handled them before you) before giving it to us. It was

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We know that everyone we meet has some kind of influence or impact on us that shapes us to be who we are presently. No matter how insignificant a conversation might have been, a passing comment, a smile, a look, a game, chance meetings, everything gets stored in some form or another. Some memories are stronger than others, and I often find myself remember snippets of conversations or

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So I haven't had time to do anything recently. Like check out cafes. Actually, no, that's a lie. I have been to a few cafes, but I am seriously feeling the oddness of whipping out the camera and taking photos of the food and place. Funny, that, because I never used to care so much. Perhaps now I just don't care about different things. In the past, I didn't really care about what people think

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As someone who loves baking, cooking, and eating in general, there are a few things I avoid making. Recently, a friend asked me to make pie. My excuse NOT to make pie is that I don't actually have a pie dish. Actually, that's a lie- I have a large glass pie dish, but when you think pies, you think of individual serve small pies, and I don't have the pie tins for those. Truth is, I avoid making

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The amount of butter I consume confuses people often. Yes, I'm back on the topic of butter because recently at work, my colleagues and students were discussing the use of butter and I had to keep absolutely silent or I risk offending (and/or horrifying) most of them. I felt terribly guilty for not defending butter, but at the same time, butter really didn't have a place among health-conscious

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Jealousy. The green eyed monster, as coined by Shakespeare in a couple of his works, notably Othello, where Iago says: Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on. And this was him metaphorically describing jealousy like a cat playing with mice before eating them. Then there's envy. I have massive problems telling the difference

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So there was a blackout today. With no electricity, it meant no computer, no internet (wifi down), no baking, no movies, nothing! The lack of activity brought about this stifling ennui that seemingly stretched on, and even though it was only for a couple of hours, I got all fidgety, wandering around the house like a ghost and not knowing what to do with myself. I managed to wash my car though

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I'm fast running out of rubbish stories to tell, so let's go for interesting stuff instead. Recently, my high school group of friends got together (without me, I was in Melbourne) and apparently had some table talk about personality tests. You can take one here. That one is a Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI), an assessment categorising sixteen personality types. Letting out my secret, the

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Story for yawns: I don't usually have much trouble sleeping. It can be anywhere- on the train, bus, car, stiff bed, floor, table... how it works is, I don't usually get consistent hours of sleep, nor do I have a sleeping pattern to follow. Similar to meals- i.e. eat when hungry, I sleep when I'm tired. Usual case is, sleepy at 3pm but unable to sleep due to work, get home thinking yea I'll

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From cookkk Just to spite someone who is expecting Melbourne 2, here's reviving an old thread. After a few days of superb food and coffee, it's time to... go cheap. Egg sandwich costs next to nothing if you've got chickens in your backyard. Yesterday, it was a plain egg sandwich (boil a small amount of water, 7 mins 2 eggs, covered) that's been seasoned with salt and pepper and some kewpie.

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Boring title because really, who has inspiration to blog at 11am? Actually, come to think about it, the most uninspiring hours should be around 2-3pm, which coincides with a lot of people's downtime I would imagine. Breakdown of a typical day at work: 6-9am: Bleh getting up, travelling to work.. never fun. 9-11am: still trying to wake up and struggling to get into the roll of things

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Food for thought: There is the ongoing joke. A tourist asked a famous violinist How do you get to Carnegie Hall? to which he replied Practice. I've never been into poetry, but since seeing this one youtube clip of Phil Kaye and Sarah Kay reciting spoken word poetry, I have been hooked. One particular clip which Sarah Kay did on long distance relationship titled "Postcards"

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