fie-guratively speaking

I walked in the rain today.
 
Together with Sophia and Dawn.
 
Three wet and bedraggled girls crossing rain-soaked roads and jumping over ankle deep puddles.
 
It was fun.
 
Except for the fact that I couldn’t wipe my droplet-dripping nose for fear of losing my grip on the box of  freshly printed and folded ’Heartbeat’ magazines.
 
There’s something very liberating about getting totally drenched and not having to worry about it. 
 
My only regret was not jumping INTO that puddle of water. 
  

Nyahaha.
 
I have solved the shoe problem.
 
A note outside my door telling all future estate agents to ‘Kindly remove shoes when inside apartment’.
 
Of course, I could have just verbally asked them to do it in the first place.
 
But I scared scared :/
 
You should see their compliance. They now take off and leave their shoes OUTSIDE the apartment. It is very amusing. Smartly suited agents in socks knocking at my door.
 
I love the feeling of power.
 
Nyahaha.

P/s See Ed? Notes on my door ARE effective after all! :P

When all has been said and done, when all the hurtful words have settled wound deep, when  thoughtless remarks have silenced thoughtless retorts,  when feelings and emotions have been beaten raw…
 
Then a sad realisation why we keep hurting the ones we love the most.
 
Then an overwhelming love that immediately blankets the hate, dissapointment, anger, insecurity and selfishness.
 
And that alone is enough for me to carry on.
 
:)

A Toyota’s a Toyota
 
Bob: “Did Anna peep?” Anna: “Did Bob?”
 
Bird rib
 
Bombard a drab mob
 
Boston did not sob
 
A Santa lived as a devil at NASA
 
Racecar
 
A nut for a jar of tuna
 
* Preeeety cool ain’t it? (no, Phye Beng. This isn’t a palindrome)
 

Bleah.
 
I just vacuumed my apartment two days ago.
 
And it’s dirty again.
 
No thanks to some real estate agent and his client who galumphed and tramped in with their shoes.
 
Gasp!
 
The carpet is DIRTY.
 
I no like dirty.
 
Dirty is BAD.
 
Bad dirt.
 
Don’t you think after looking at the word DIRTY for a while, it starts to look a  little odd?
 
Dirty. Drity. Dir Ty. Dirt Y.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Putting on contact lenses in winter can often result in brain
f r e e z e and  b u g  eyes. It is a rather funny feeling. 

There is meaning to FIE! For those in the dark, my sister christened me ‘Fie Fie’ when she was little. This term of endearment has led to outbursts of amused laughter and “Ha? Fie Fie? That’s the name of my dog/my friend’s dog” comments. HOWEVER, reading Dan Brown’s ‘Da Vinci Code’ has shed a new and rather pleasing light on my nick name. Apparently, in the world of mathematics and art, PHI is the number 1.618, otherwise known as the most beautiful number in the universe. Early scientists heralded 1.618 as Divine Proportion.Plants, animals and even human beings are believed to possess dimensional properties that adhere with exactitude to the ratio of PHI to 1. SO, for example: a sunflower seed head. Sunflower seeds grow in opposing spirals. The ratio for each rotation’s diameter to the next is 1.618. Similarly, spiralled pinecone petals, leaf arrangements on plant stalks and insect segmentation all display obedience to the Divine Proportion. Want another example? Measure the distance from your shoulder to your fingertips, and then divide it by the distance from your elbow to your fingertips. PHI. Another one. Hip to floor divided by knee to floor. PHI again.

Quite cool eh? So for those who degraded my nick name to that of your poodle’s, TAKE IT BACK! :) Say my name with RESPECT now man! Muahaha…

*Note: I haven’t exactly tried and tested this theory (don’t have a measuring tape). I’m hoping it is accurate. Anyone who has done it, care to tell me?

What we did when not stuffing our faces 

Take your pick 

The famed Woolloomooloo pies 

The remains of what was a very pretty looking nine scoop ice cream assortment 

Also the effects of Black Sesame