Archive for November 2010

Colour pencils

November 25, 2010

I have a thing for colour pencils. I love colouring. I can sit down and happily fill in a colouring book. Yes, even at 30. I love the way the pencils lay neatly next to one another in the box. The gradients. All the colours of the rainbow in a box. All my pencils should have perfectly sharpened ends. That pretty turquoise and the irresistibly cute bubble gum pink. But most of all, that wonderful smell of wood when one opens the box.

China Cuckoo

November 24, 2010

… is an extremely good book about Mark Kitto, a Welsh guy who moved to China. He writes so elegantly and eloquently he makes me read and re-read his sentences just to savour and appreciate the beauty of his creation. I started the book in September. It is now almost December and I still haven’t finished it. I’m sorry Mark, your book’s excellent but I’m just always too god-damn tired at the end of each day to be able to open my eyes for more than 10 minutes.

Funny Karen

November 24, 2010

One of the rare Karen Cheng entries which is so comical it made me laugh out loud.

Ill

November 24, 2010

We have been staying at home for the past week because we are both ill. Lucien caught a cold from my mother which developed into bronchitis. There were a good few days and nights when he would just burst into tears (presumably feeling ill and frustrated) for prolonged periods. That was very tough because I felt I was coming down with something myself and needed to rest, but I wasn’t able to get much sleep. Thankfully Lucien bounced back pretty quickly after seeing the doctor and his moods have lifted as a result. I am still nursing a cold and feeling bored stiff at home. I wish we could go somewhere and do something else for a change but I don’t feel I have the energy to lug the stroller and my changing bag anywhere. Oh and deal with the crowds. So we have both been living in our pyjamas, walking around the neighbourhood (to death!) and keeping to ourselves. I fear I am becoming mentally challenged as I am engaging in baby talk all day long. How I envy my friends who are able to sit down and have dinner at somewhere nice (and take their time to savour each morsel), go out and explore places, watch a movie, do something for themselves and even going to work. I don’t have anything else to talk about apart from the baby. I think that’s kinda sad?

JC + UGG

November 23, 2010

These Jimmy Choo UGG boots are so cute!

Bird | Worm

November 22, 2010

I don’t know why but somehow there seem to be many animals in distress in my neighbourhood. Following the bat incident, there were another two occasions where I had to “play god” and save creatures from being eaten. One time was when I saw a big black crow pecking at a small brown animal. Once again I just could not stand and do nothing so I gave chase. The crow eventually dropped its prey on a patch of grass and I moved in to pick it up. It was a small brown bird. Its wings were injured and bleeding but it was still breathing. I scooped it up and brought it home – leaving my poor aunt to carry bags of groceries and push Lucien in his stroller at the same time. (I am sorry my darling boy, this little bird needed mummy more than you at that time) I laid the bird on a newspaper on my balcony while still naively wondering what I should be feeding it with. Moments later my helper said, “This bird mati lah, Miss.” “Oh no, what?!” I went to take a closer look and the bird had its eyes closed. I almost wanted to cry. I had saved it from being tortured and eaten yet I still couldn’t save its life. But at least it died without being mutilated and at peace, on my balcony. Then later that evening, I found a long and fat earthworm on the pavement after the heavy rain. Yes it was so fat that any bird was going to laugh all the way home for picking it up for dinner. So I chucked it into the grass, and watch it slither into the soil, before minding my own business.

Sleep

November 17, 2010

I should have known, from the minute you were born, there will be no more such phrase as ‘I overslept.’