chocolate-elvis
Chocolate Elvis
Seven days in sunny June, Long enough to bloom.
Secret
Elvis was made of chocolate, sideburns included.

Magic Mantra
If you keep a Goldfish in the dark room, it will eventually turn white. Women blink nearly twice as much as men. So, step out without blindfolds and wear mascara.

Museum
January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007

uh-huh


Sunday, March 11, 2007

This Sunday

Today is the first Sunday in a long long while I'd not have to peddle my tutoring services as a start to the new week. I contemplated writing about how I spent the day because nothing exciting happened, yet quite a bit unusualness wormed its way into the mundanity of it all, which brings me... here.

For a start, an unusual 9 hours was spent on studying/working on the gazillion assignments due. It felt more like 900 hours, really. If there's an award for "Lappie That Knows Its Owner's Face Best", it's gotta be my overworked and under-maintained darling. The excessive hours spent staring at a glossy widescreen is evoking my nostalgic feelings for the silly primary school 'eye relaxation' exercises. Hah.

I also discovered calamine has the most unusual scent - it smells faintly like poster colour paint. Its watery texture bears an uncanny resemblance to the kind of poster paint produced when one gets the paint-to-water proportion wrong. For me to reach out for the bottle of pink lotion so many times a day can only mean the rashes on my legs need some attention soon. Preferably tomorrow morning.

Hokkien music, an annoying neighbour, Lunlun's outbursts of adultish declarations, Meimei's wailing, and a homemade steamboat dinner (for no special reason at all) made up the rest of the day.

Mundane, but unusual.

when everything else is au fait