Mellow Saturday
Seems like I just cannot get down to the business of regular blogging! I make an effort, but then get distracted by something else.
Tonight, I'm writing a post because I read something slightly disturbing that happened to an undergraduate Chinese student almost 2 decades ago, and I just cannot sleep. Long story short, she was poisoned, but she did not die. She survived, but with about a tenth of her original IQ, and an empty husk for a body. Freaky, this is. Parents should save stories like these, and show them to rebellious children who are adamant on staying on campus or going on exchange.
But then again, if they do that, they'd be doing a Cersei Lannister, and we all know what a terror Joffrey Too-Much-of-A-Lannister is. I feel so relieved that he died before he could consummate the wedding - it would've been interesting to see how Margaery Tyrell would've handled him, but it would've also been scary, given his penchant for sadism.
Anyhow, this Saturday was somewhat meaningfully spent, albeit in a mellow manner. I went for a mellow swim under the mellow, overcast sky, before heading over to X's for a mellow afternoon spent eating Veggie Murtabak (1st and last time), and then checking out Upper Peirce. The place is so peaceful! It felt as if I'd died and gone to heaven, because it was lush, well-manicured lawns all over, with nobody in sight. The reservoir park is split into two halves. On the left is a skinny path with a steep slope on one side leading to another reservoir, and on the other, it's the reservoir itself. On the right, we've got a tiny park (not unlike one you'd get in some neighbourhood's community space. You could walk from one end to another in about 5 minutes. On this humid Saturday afternoon, I counted 3 dating couples, 2 families, and one solitary Kindle owner with a tobacco pipe and a folding chair enjoying his reading in front of the amazing view of the reservoir. I would've been inclined to do the same myself (sans tobacco), had the area not been plagued by the disturbing presence of ants and mozzies.
But it is a small place, inaccessible save for a hilly road plagued by monkeys. And the ants were aplenty. When we reached there, it was mostly empty, the weather was cloyingly humid and warm, and entertainment was scarce. Hence we left for some coffee along the Thomson area.
Here, we discovered Habitat Coffee. A place that serves really good coffee. Very reminiscent of what we enjoyed in Sydney. Finally. A joint in Singapore that serves good coffee! I'd put off entering this place for awhile now, since it used to have no ratings (it's relatively new, you see). Also, it was featured on a few C-List celeb blogs, and I just don't like visiting such places; they feel slightly sullied by the imagery of said celebs. (For that reason, I still have not tried Arbite despite its rave reviews). But I'm happy to say - the place serves very, very good coffee at the reasonable price of $4.90 a cup, and the hype over it has since died down. It was about 60% full when we visited, and everyone enjoyed their own space. :)
X's Father's Birthday celebration at AMK followed, and I managed to sneak a full-sized cake to the celebration without being detected by the Birthday Boy throughout the entire evening. Despite me just holding it behind my back when standing in front of him. The look on his face was priceless - most older people like to play down their birthdays, and then scold you for buying cake because it's a "waste of money", but then they're secretly elated about it. Hence a rule of thumb is - protest = approval whenever it comes to birthdays. Which is quite strange, because you need to learn to condition yourself to accept these.. chidings as approval. Goes against what you've been taught. Anyway, X's Dad's face split into this huge, rewarding smile - which was great. Maybe he was so surprised, he couldn't protest. I can't believe birthday celebrations aren't a tradition in his family. In almost 3 years together, I've eaten celebratory cake just twice. Once bought by X's sis-in-law, the second proposed by me (and paid by X, teehee). Maybe after 3 incredibly intelligent (read: mischievous) sons, you just learn to not be frivolous in life.
Tonight, I'm writing a post because I read something slightly disturbing that happened to an undergraduate Chinese student almost 2 decades ago, and I just cannot sleep. Long story short, she was poisoned, but she did not die. She survived, but with about a tenth of her original IQ, and an empty husk for a body. Freaky, this is. Parents should save stories like these, and show them to rebellious children who are adamant on staying on campus or going on exchange.
But then again, if they do that, they'd be doing a Cersei Lannister, and we all know what a terror Joffrey Too-Much-of-A-Lannister is. I feel so relieved that he died before he could consummate the wedding - it would've been interesting to see how Margaery Tyrell would've handled him, but it would've also been scary, given his penchant for sadism.
Anyhow, this Saturday was somewhat meaningfully spent, albeit in a mellow manner. I went for a mellow swim under the mellow, overcast sky, before heading over to X's for a mellow afternoon spent eating Veggie Murtabak (1st and last time), and then checking out Upper Peirce. The place is so peaceful! It felt as if I'd died and gone to heaven, because it was lush, well-manicured lawns all over, with nobody in sight. The reservoir park is split into two halves. On the left is a skinny path with a steep slope on one side leading to another reservoir, and on the other, it's the reservoir itself. On the right, we've got a tiny park (not unlike one you'd get in some neighbourhood's community space. You could walk from one end to another in about 5 minutes. On this humid Saturday afternoon, I counted 3 dating couples, 2 families, and one solitary Kindle owner with a tobacco pipe and a folding chair enjoying his reading in front of the amazing view of the reservoir. I would've been inclined to do the same myself (sans tobacco), had the area not been plagued by the disturbing presence of ants and mozzies.
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| Trees along the bank of the reservoir frame the scene - it's images like these that probably gave rise to the "Rule of Thirds" idea. |
Here, we discovered Habitat Coffee. A place that serves really good coffee. Very reminiscent of what we enjoyed in Sydney. Finally. A joint in Singapore that serves good coffee! I'd put off entering this place for awhile now, since it used to have no ratings (it's relatively new, you see). Also, it was featured on a few C-List celeb blogs, and I just don't like visiting such places; they feel slightly sullied by the imagery of said celebs. (For that reason, I still have not tried Arbite despite its rave reviews). But I'm happy to say - the place serves very, very good coffee at the reasonable price of $4.90 a cup, and the hype over it has since died down. It was about 60% full when we visited, and everyone enjoyed their own space. :)
X's Father's Birthday celebration at AMK followed, and I managed to sneak a full-sized cake to the celebration without being detected by the Birthday Boy throughout the entire evening. Despite me just holding it behind my back when standing in front of him. The look on his face was priceless - most older people like to play down their birthdays, and then scold you for buying cake because it's a "waste of money", but then they're secretly elated about it. Hence a rule of thumb is - protest = approval whenever it comes to birthdays. Which is quite strange, because you need to learn to condition yourself to accept these.. chidings as approval. Goes against what you've been taught. Anyway, X's Dad's face split into this huge, rewarding smile - which was great. Maybe he was so surprised, he couldn't protest. I can't believe birthday celebrations aren't a tradition in his family. In almost 3 years together, I've eaten celebratory cake just twice. Once bought by X's sis-in-law, the second proposed by me (and paid by X, teehee). Maybe after 3 incredibly intelligent (read: mischievous) sons, you just learn to not be frivolous in life.
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