And looky, it's his friend EV, also with a yellow pail around her neck, frolicking wildly through the bloobry shrubs.
29 August, 2011
*1086 - bloobry
Oh looky, it's my tiger friend again, this time with a yellow pail around his neck, hunting hungrily and savagely for the ripest bloobries.
And looky, it's his friend EV, also with a yellow pail around her neck, frolicking wildly through the bloobry shrubs.
And looky, it's his friend EV, also with a yellow pail around her neck, frolicking wildly through the bloobry shrubs.
28 August, 2011
*1085 - cape cod
Third time at the Cape, but first time staying at a beach house.
What is a trip to Cape Cod without lobster rolls?
And what is a trip to Cape Cod without a slew of pictures of kids leaping off rocks/benches/etc with the sunset in the backround?
(Yes, you saw that right, that's a tiger right next to me)
What is a trip to Cape Cod without lobster rolls?
And what is a trip to Cape Cod without a slew of pictures of kids leaping off rocks/benches/etc with the sunset in the backround?
(Yes, you saw that right, that's a tiger right next to me)
*1084 - adele 21
By the way, Adele has some pretty awesome songs beyond Rolling In The Deep and Rumour Has It.
Also, if you like down-tempo electronic jazz, kind of Koop Island-ish, try Bitter:Sweet.
Also, if you like down-tempo electronic jazz, kind of Koop Island-ish, try Bitter:Sweet.
*1083 - EV on a ferry
My M-Day #2! i.e. a day of fun where a group of highly competitive market researchers abandon their work for a day and take over Georges Island, Survivor-style.
25 August, 2011
*1082 - overeating
Boston restaurant week + friends visiting + EV/others leaving = a lot of good food, because that's how one best celebrates an occasion.
And I dare not think beyond that.
Then we fast forward to Friday morning, just about a week from now, 2 am and we hail a cab, 5 am and we will be on a plane together, sailing from this coast to that coast ...
... which sounds like a dream, but think about the fact that we would likely not have slept at all, be struggling with at least 150 pounds of luggage each, and be thoroughly exhausted from the previous week of packing and shipping and carrying and rushing while trying to work in between the flurry plus the handicap of having sent both our cars off and being furnitureless (for me, at least--everything will be gone, including my mattress along with my car, oh dear) BUT!
But! It still sounds like a dream to me, yes, very much, and I know that it will be amazing.
- Thursday: Dinner with visiting Y (Shanghainese long beans and sizzling black pepper beef mm)
- Friday: "Gourmet" pizza with D
- Saturday: A day of foodie goodness with visiting J--lobster eggs benedict and two types of french toast for brunch, homemade peach, raspberry, and blueberry crisp, saag paneer + lamb curry for dinner at our fav Indian restaurant
- Sunday: Continuation of the previous day's foodiness with a 3-course Boston restaurant week meal at the Union Oyster House, then a party at S's with homecooked amazingness and tupperwares filled with leftovers for all of us
- Tuesday: Farewell lunch #1 at a seafood restaurant--scallop risotto
- Wednesday: Using up a groupon on pizza fries (doesn't that just sound terrible) and enormous subs--half each filled us up!
- Today, Thursday: Farewell dinner #2 that is a 4-course Boston restaurant week meal at the Elephant Walk--French-Asian fusion--along with a very sweet gift that reminded me of how I was so blessed to be on such an amazing team when I first started on my very first job ... and I can hardly imagine any sort of project team coming close to the very special team that we were. I am gushing, but that is how I feel :)
- Tomorrow, Friday: Farewell lunch #3 at a Mexican restaurant, Farewell dinner #4 at a Thai place (this means I will have three meals in a row with some people)
- Saturday: Another 3-course Boston restaurant week meal at L'Espalier
- Sunday: Should be used to recuperate if I am wise enough
- Monday: Farewell lunch #5 which is looking to involve epic calzones the length of my arm and the thickness of my ... thigh
And I dare not think beyond that.
Then we fast forward to Friday morning, just about a week from now, 2 am and we hail a cab, 5 am and we will be on a plane together, sailing from this coast to that coast ...
... which sounds like a dream, but think about the fact that we would likely not have slept at all, be struggling with at least 150 pounds of luggage each, and be thoroughly exhausted from the previous week of packing and shipping and carrying and rushing while trying to work in between the flurry plus the handicap of having sent both our cars off and being furnitureless (for me, at least--everything will be gone, including my mattress along with my car, oh dear) BUT!
But! It still sounds like a dream to me, yes, very much, and I know that it will be amazing.
23 August, 2011
22 August, 2011
21 August, 2011
*1079 - view of Boston
Perhaps the most definably "romantic" evening that he's whisked me off to, and though we giggled about that and thought it was all awfully cute, it actually was really lovely, really beautiful.
17 August, 2011
15 August, 2011
*1077 - downfall
I think the one final attribute that swings me from online window shopping to being an actual purchaser, after all the other basic variables like style, price, quality, etc., is FREE SHIPPING. It ups the value of all the items disproportionately in my mind. Even though I know that, I cannot help myself.
*1076 - my education
Observe the differences, comparing two girls who only diverged educationally in college.
Based on difficulty per unit of developed brain cells,
My opinion: 'A' levels slightly > 'O' levels >> PSLE > College
Her opinion: College > 'O' levels slightly > 'A' levels >> PSLE
(For the uninitiated ...
PSLE = 6th grade
'O' levels = about 15 years old
'A' levels = about 17 years old)
What's your equation?
Based on difficulty per unit of developed brain cells,
My opinion: 'A' levels slightly > 'O' levels >> PSLE > College
Her opinion: College > 'O' levels slightly > 'A' levels >> PSLE
(For the uninitiated ...
PSLE = 6th grade
'O' levels = about 15 years old
'A' levels = about 17 years old)
What's your equation?
14 August, 2011
*1075 - why latte love
By the way, the whole "latte love" thing was not very carefully pondered upon--back five, six (?!) years ago when I had to pick a name for this blog, I looked around me for inspiration and saw that my lip gloss (yes, back when it was still cool to have shiny and wet-looking lips) flavour was "latte love" and, behold, that became the name of my blog.
That was even before I really, really got into the whole coffee thing (it worked, though, because lattes were certainly my favourite back then and still are for the most part).
Too bad there is no better story than that ... truly unoriginal, really!!
That was even before I really, really got into the whole coffee thing (it worked, though, because lattes were certainly my favourite back then and still are for the most part).
Too bad there is no better story than that ... truly unoriginal, really!!
*1074 - I have always had a thing for ducks.
Boston Commons, at the start of August.
A little walk after a delightful salmon eggs benedict.
Mmm.
*1073 - worlds
Have you ever had the fortune of meeting someone who was essentially the same person as you were, at the very core, and even though you grew up worlds apart which made you into two very different people on the outside, you still marvel at the amazingness that is a telepathic ability (okay, maybe the right phrase might be: wordless empathy and a complete understanding, not just because you understand, which you do, but more because you have also been there and felt those same emotions and thought those same thoughts) between the two of you?
I am happy to say that yes, I have.
I am happy to say that yes, I have.
13 August, 2011
*1072 - tau pok
Teaching D the concept of "tau pok" (because I made dinner that included the actual tau pok), that is, the verb and not the noun, might not have been the wisest idea ...
11 August, 2011
10 August, 2011
*1070 - the rain
God blessed me with Mummy and Daddy, who understand without me having to say it out loud, who want more than anything to help and for me to be happy, who always wish they could be here by my side,
and now I don't know if I am crying because of what happened or because I want so much, so so much, to just be home.
and now I don't know if I am crying because of what happened or because I want so much, so so much, to just be home.
09 August, 2011
08 August, 2011
07 August, 2011
*1067 - can you please have a baby already?!
Can someone please tell me if talking Gina will EVER have a baby giraffe?? I've been checking her every morning to see if I got a free lemonade or strawberry but I can never get her to 100% happiness, even with a good belly rub. If I don't succeed within the next week, I am deleting that silly app off my iPad forever. I only downloaded her because I couldn't believe that she was topping all the charts (I still don't believe it). UGH.
*1066 - from the last night in singapore
Party atop EV's roof the old school way--with sparklers, the balloon thingies that you blow out from a straw and "TOK" with your mouth (what in the world are these called??), and iced gems to munch on. Essentials of a Singaporean childhood.
Who knew that Tubs was so artistically inclined? But what a lovely rose!
"Hey guys, let's think of a five-letter word we can all spell out together." "Boobs?" "Okay!"
Followed aptly by ... SHIOK. Noone understands why Justin's S was so tiny.
Could it be that these little things, when taken altogether, shape our childhood and hence us as a whole? Me, growing up with these balloon thingies and eating iced gems (biscuit first, then icing) and a plethora of other Singaporean staples, and you, growing up with ... (???) ... things that were such a natural part of our childhood that we can't even begin to describe them to someone who has no clue what they are, who has never tasted anything precisely like that, who has never smelt nor touched nor seen nor heard of these things. I could feed you iced gems galore now, but it won't be the same, will it?
Who knew that Tubs was so artistically inclined? But what a lovely rose!
"Hey guys, let's think of a five-letter word we can all spell out together." "Boobs?" "Okay!"
Followed aptly by ... SHIOK. Noone understands why Justin's S was so tiny.
Could it be that these little things, when taken altogether, shape our childhood and hence us as a whole? Me, growing up with these balloon thingies and eating iced gems (biscuit first, then icing) and a plethora of other Singaporean staples, and you, growing up with ... (???) ... things that were such a natural part of our childhood that we can't even begin to describe them to someone who has no clue what they are, who has never tasted anything precisely like that, who has never smelt nor touched nor seen nor heard of these things. I could feed you iced gems galore now, but it won't be the same, will it?
06 August, 2011
*1064 - ev in virginia
(FYI, Virginia is more than a view from a mountain and a zoo, but these were all the photos I took.)
First impressions: beautiful, Southern accents are adorable, and I would like a prairie dog for Christmas.
*1063 - bolero again
The actual orchestral piece, Bolero, is infinitely intriguing to me because it was not meant to be infinitely intriguing. The entire piece is based on a phrase (built upon the Thump ThuThuThu Thump ThuThuThu Thump Thump of a snare drum) that is passed through the orchestra, played by different instruments a total of almost 20 times in repetition, with no development besides adding more and more instruments. Ravel himself was much surprised at the success of his piece, saying that it was an experiment within a limit with no form, no development, no modulation, no contrasts, no invention, a piece consisting wholly of orchestral tissue and no music.
Still, it must be the insistent quality and the constant and unwavering crescendo and the way each instrument gave each of the same 20 phrases a different quality that kept us engaged when we watched (listened?) to this piece a few months back at the symphony.
But I thought this Pink Martini version was exceptionally fun (true, it only loosely follows the original). But then, I must be biased, because I have always adored Pink Martini!
Still, it must be the insistent quality and the constant and unwavering crescendo and the way each instrument gave each of the same 20 phrases a different quality that kept us engaged when we watched (listened?) to this piece a few months back at the symphony.
But I thought this Pink Martini version was exceptionally fun (true, it only loosely follows the original). But then, I must be biased, because I have always adored Pink Martini!
04 August, 2011
*1062 - step by step,
we are getting closer to the start (it's always the start) of our adventure (our never-ending adventure)
03 August, 2011
*1061 - cayuga
I told you to get out of my life forever and never return, and you obliged. Has it only been two years since then? Two and a half? Or three? Four since we met?
No, I don't wish for you to be in my life again. But it is strange to think about how someone who once made your life a constant crazy jumble of truly amazing and cripplingly devastating is now completely separate and completely a mystery.
(The danger of Facebook--having unwanted memories pushed to the surface of one's newsfeed.)
No, I don't wish for you to be in my life again. But it is strange to think about how someone who once made your life a constant crazy jumble of truly amazing and cripplingly devastating is now completely separate and completely a mystery.
(The danger of Facebook--having unwanted memories pushed to the surface of one's newsfeed.)
02 August, 2011
*1059 - thunderstorm
Today, it rained. Pretty heavily.
After the first few drops fell and multiplied and started becoming actual rain and then a storm, any person would have known that it was probably not wise at all to have one's sun roof tilted and windows cracked. So I sprang out of my chair, ran screaming around the office for an umbrella, and sprinted outside with car keys outstretched, bravely battling the wind and the rain, leaping through puddles and soggy mulch in my now-soggy heels, all the way to my poor little bug which was actually perfectly dry inside (but, you know, better safe than sorry), and upon composing myself and turning around to head back in calmly like a very respectable employee, looked up and saw a window-ful of colleagues watching and waving and supporting me in my ... victory.
And then I return home to realise that I had left the kitchen window open and hence had puddles on my kitchen floor with little flecks of white paint that got blasted off the windowsill. Oopsies.
After the first few drops fell and multiplied and started becoming actual rain and then a storm, any person would have known that it was probably not wise at all to have one's sun roof tilted and windows cracked. So I sprang out of my chair, ran screaming around the office for an umbrella, and sprinted outside with car keys outstretched, bravely battling the wind and the rain, leaping through puddles and soggy mulch in my now-soggy heels, all the way to my poor little bug which was actually perfectly dry inside (but, you know, better safe than sorry), and upon composing myself and turning around to head back in calmly like a very respectable employee, looked up and saw a window-ful of colleagues watching and waving and supporting me in my ... victory.
And then I return home to realise that I had left the kitchen window open and hence had puddles on my kitchen floor with little flecks of white paint that got blasted off the windowsill. Oopsies.
*1058 - so much for not shopping for a while
But every girl needs more shoes, no? Especially when she's clearing out her apartment and putting older shoes aside for charitable donations, no? It makes sense, no?
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