Outside the Hubbub Bubble

Everyone's caught up with something.

Busy, busy, is their common name. Everyone has activities galore. Seems like I am the only one outside the hubbub bubble, watching the bubbles float by.... . like this:

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Hi, Saturday High

Met up Hong (she's looking prettier each time I see her! Wish I am too...), went to catch The Hossan Leong Show at the Drama Centre, had a good laugh, unexpectedly won a year's supply of frolick yoghurt during the show for sitting at the circles 2, GG14 seat (just as I was wondering if it is only the people who are in the stall seats get to win anything), took a photo with the standup comedian himself (up close & personal!), got shoved with two Maquillage lip gloss samples with an assortment of shades at Bugis, got tickets to Beauty and the Beast next month, grills, salads & devil's fudge cake at Cedele (yummilicious!), yakked and bitched about work (in the chill ambience), shopped (although without harvest), poked fun at obscenely dressed muscle-men, and got a much-needed esteem booster from spotting a cute guy (so there are actually still eligible looking guys out alone on Saturday evenings!) at Times bookshop whose gaze followed me after I sauntered past him at the shelves all the way to my exit from the store...

I suddenly hate full stops. I think I am on some high and I wonder if it was the good company, the day's program or the doubly whammy chocolate fudge in the cake...

How I wish every Saturday is as such.
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The (Occasional) Sunday Brunch partner

It's nice to have someone to do Sunday brunch with after too many weeks of turning into a perpetual hermit. I may not click with everyone on the street, but I do love being in good company. Sure, there have been litters of texts now and then, but there weren't always replies... With some people, I am still excited by face-to-face exchanges.

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I have lost count of the number of weeks we have not met and I wonder if it was because of this long absence, that it seemed the conversations needed more efforts to get going. The synergy was a tad retarded, and at some point, in intermittence. We were almost like awkward teenagers on first dates, not knowing what to expect and needing more time to respond (or was it just me?)... All the things I thought I would ask and tell through these weeks dissolved from my thought bubble just when I most needed them.

There even came an instance when silence ballooned for almost too long, and we were found literally staring at each other, eyeball to eyeball, under the dim brown lights across the oak brown table. For a while, it was awkwardly uncomfy. Then funnily, we smiled bigger at each other and broke the mute with a laugh. Consequently, one of us (can't remember who did, but probably not me though) mastered a question, releasing the paralyzing acupoints, and we went on again, idly chatting about work, old school-times and of things seen and heard.

Back in my solitude, that moment of silence replayed... I wonder why I was looked at like that and if I had missed any significance that was perhaps being transpired. Or perhaps, I am just imagining too much - as usual. Logic is awry here. I am befuddled. Can't quite figure a good conclusion of the event sequence. Ah well, don't try then, I guess. I will just be a faithful good Sunday brunch partner whenever hunger seizes and there are no other appointments in line....

Food was great at The Old Brown Shoe though, and chill ambience too, where we were seated. I walked out of the place and found myself smelling really nice from the refreshing flowery fragrances that they infused the air with. As was with our last two brunches (Simply Bread in Cluny Court and Kenny Rogers in Novena Square), I like the choice of food place by my (occasional) Sunday brunch partner.

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One thing I wish for now

Chilling out in a tea room with some great company.

(photo plagarised from W.Ong's FB album on Canada. hope MICA doesn't catch up with me. hee..)
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万卷书

Introducing my loot of notes accumulated from 4 + 2 years of tertiary education. Look how high they stack. And these are not all, excluding tutorials and another mountain of textbooks.. I wonder how my brains had digested those information. As I flipped through the complex engineering maths functions last night, they gave my head a spin and stared back totally unfamiliar and without sense to me. I feel like one with amnesia... They are things once held so dear (can't live without them!), but now so foreign.. Will I ever recall them again? Will I even ever need them again?

To throw or not to throw?

...And remember those times when we were allowed to bring in notes on A4 sized papers for exams? I found 2 sheets of my treasured notes... can't bear to toss them out even though they too, don't seem intelligible. They ended up getting tucked into the stack and hidden back to the top of the shelves. I am such a sucker for sentiments I cannot even remember. But maybe, just maybe, they will again make sense one day...

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Mood blog

Feel like jetting away for a little holiday....

To feel exhilarated and excited again.

....but leaves not enough.... =(

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Another Day

Woke up hoping that I could extend the weekend.... Am i losing it?

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Did an acorn drop?

I wonder if an acorn dropped on his head to bring something to mind after a whole week of silence for I was suddenly thought of past Saturday midnight, after the coaches had turned into pumpkins.. He "wanted to drop a note to say hi", and to tell that he will be absent again today. I know nuts what a regatta is - it sounded like some fancy Italian or French food to me, but the text spoke of being out at sea and races... * shrug *

I do like the accountability though... it's nice to wake up to that buzz in any case...

Hi, Hi, Hi, Beautiful Sunday

Almost missed this text because it was nestled among some other urgent work-related sms-es & missed call notices that came in just when I was rushing out for church... and more so, because it was totally unexpected. But it made my day.

My eyes almost popped, and I irrationally placed myself on cloud nine right after reading line one... whoa! Surprise of surprises! How often does anyone even think of me? I hope the sender woke up from some sweet dreams and not from some nightmares though... haha..

Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned....

*feeling like Christine Da'ae*
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Blood Type A

*gulp*

Leading life too tough...

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