Man it feels like light years since my last post.
Since my last post in 2007 I have:
Changed 2 jobs and am now in my 3rd, moved house thrice, got a new housemate I absolutely adore to the point we moved out together (odd when you think about it) and have been hideously ill about twice. I have also, been to Europe
Oh. and I was burgled just 2 weeks ago. Apparently burglary is on the rise, and no, Today Tonight didn't tell me that.
The good news is that I'm loving the new job, despite the crazy hours.
It's been slightly over a year since the tidal wave of life came and swept me away, but I have to say, I'm liking where I am at the moment. A nice housemate, a nice job, a nice place. I think I'm content.
Hello.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Sunday, September 02, 2007
picking up the slack
I'll admit. My blogs of 2007 have mainly been fairly half-hearted attempts.
So it's my resolution to actually write properly from now on. Just so I can look back at my own posts and not get bored.
My last random AND boring post for the year:
I saw a blue bunny today. You read right. Blue, like the sky when the sun's shining. It was a natural white bunny, as given away by its telltale red eyes, but yes, its owner must have thought it cute to dye the poor thing blue and attach a fuschia pink leash to it.
I wonder if it hurts albino skin to have it dyed since albinos are so sensitive to the external environment. HMMM.
So it's my resolution to actually write properly from now on. Just so I can look back at my own posts and not get bored.
My last random AND boring post for the year:
I saw a blue bunny today. You read right. Blue, like the sky when the sun's shining. It was a natural white bunny, as given away by its telltale red eyes, but yes, its owner must have thought it cute to dye the poor thing blue and attach a fuschia pink leash to it.
I wonder if it hurts albino skin to have it dyed since albinos are so sensitive to the external environment. HMMM.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Colonial Tales
While serving a customer some coffee today, I discovered rather startling facts about her.
She probably won't mind a little publicity, so I'll put her up. She's a Nina Simone impersonator with a tribute show she does at The Butterfly Club. She also does quite a few electronica things in line with say...Sarah McLachlan remixed.
What really got me though, was that she said her great-great-grandparents used to run Sierra Leone and they sold it to the British in exchange for tobacco and alcohol.
HOW CRAZY IS THAT?!?
How many people do you meet who can tell you that? "My great great grandparents sold Sierra Leone"
Whoa.
My maids back in Singapore used to tell me that their grandfather signed the handover document from the British back to Burma (back when it was called Burma) for their tribe, although the Burmese then took total control, sparking a huge civil war, and he became a guerilla.
And I had another maid who was a Tamil in Sri Lanka with an abusive husband who could pass himself off as Singhalese, and she used to tell stories of the Tamil Tigers while teaching me classical Indian dancing...
I thought that was so exciting back then...fighting for a piece of land and some rights you believed was yours...and now I've met a person whose forefathers clearly believed that you could sell it all up for some tobacco and alcohol.
It's a crazy world out there.
She probably won't mind a little publicity, so I'll put her up. She's a Nina Simone impersonator with a tribute show she does at The Butterfly Club. She also does quite a few electronica things in line with say...Sarah McLachlan remixed.
What really got me though, was that she said her great-great-grandparents used to run Sierra Leone and they sold it to the British in exchange for tobacco and alcohol.
HOW CRAZY IS THAT?!?
How many people do you meet who can tell you that? "My great great grandparents sold Sierra Leone"
Whoa.
My maids back in Singapore used to tell me that their grandfather signed the handover document from the British back to Burma (back when it was called Burma) for their tribe, although the Burmese then took total control, sparking a huge civil war, and he became a guerilla.
And I had another maid who was a Tamil in Sri Lanka with an abusive husband who could pass himself off as Singhalese, and she used to tell stories of the Tamil Tigers while teaching me classical Indian dancing...
I thought that was so exciting back then...fighting for a piece of land and some rights you believed was yours...and now I've met a person whose forefathers clearly believed that you could sell it all up for some tobacco and alcohol.
It's a crazy world out there.
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