<body> <body>

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

moving on!

well all good things come to an end. and i've moved, for a preety long time actually, to a new 'location' of sorts to pen down my writing. will update each one of you personally for my new blog link.

au revoir (:

illuminated. 12:21 AM

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

exam fever!

i have to cram astronomy & victorian lit. into my brain in less than a week! goodness me. feeling the heat now. must study study study. wish i didn't have to teach tuition later on; could use the time to mug.

even in exam fever, though, one can never pass up the chance to go for free stuff. so wild wild wet, here i come!

illuminated. 5:09 PM

Thursday, April 12, 2007

i'm not a barbie girl.

who's game for Henrik Ibsen's The Dollhouse? it's a play, showing 21-23 june with tickets from $20-$80. (being a poor student i'll probably get the $20 ticket.) Ibsen's a playwright from Norway (i think?). It's a play about a political satire played out in a battle between the sexes. the men are played by midgets, such that the women tower over them! Girl Power.

so if anyone's keen, tag me or drop me a message :)

illuminated. 1:06 AM

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

wild about wilde.

Mrs Cheveley: What do you know about my married life?
Lord Goring: Nothing. But I can read it like a book.
Mrs. Cheveley: What book?
Lord Goring: The Book of Numbers.
Lord Goring: I am glad you have called. I am going to give you some good advice.
Mrs Cheveley: Oh! pray don't. One should never give a woman anything she can't wear in the evening.
Lord Goring: Oh, I should fancy Mrs Cheveley is one of those very modern women of our time who find a new scandal as becoming as a new bonnet, and air them both in the park at five-thirty. I am sure she adores scandals, and that the sorrow of her life at present is that she can't manage to have enough of them.

- Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband

illuminated. 12:49 AM

Friday, March 30, 2007


today's daring dinner escapade: coffee club! my old workplace. (but not the same outlet.) memories of wearing that horrid thick uniform came flooding back to me. but how the menu & the food presentation has changed, changed utterly. (i borrow this line from a famous poet; forgot who. haha! maybe yeats.)

lookit this. it's my smoked salmon garlic cream linguini. never has coffee club food been presented in so 'high-class' a fashion when i worked there. anyways, it's superblo humongouso wondrouso! the rolls of salmon make an intriguing sport in dinner besides the endless twirling of pasta.

after-dinner treat was muddy mud pie! of which the size was unchanged (unfortunately). the punk, afore mentioned in "Close Encounter with Iranian Foreigners", enjoyed drowning this Titanic-like ice cream cake in chocolate syrup. too bad i made Titanic collapse on its sides not once, not twice, but FOUR laugh-out-loud times (!) to the horror of the punk. haha. pardon my horrible table manners.

and, while taking pictures with the lovely dessert, i realize i always strike the same pose when with my favourite part of the meal:

my head appears to be always tilted to one side, everytime i take pictures with nice desserts. i think the stress of not digging into it immediately takes a toll on my head too much, eh.

subway cookies made my day too, as they will always. what a blessed, wonderful, enjoyable day! (:

illuminated. 12:38 AM

Monday, March 26, 2007

the sanitised version.

i've not been as conscious of the nameless entities who peruse my blog as i am now. i chance upon people(who i don't deem as friends) who link-me-up without notifying me at all, people who google me, and people who click on others' links to see my 'beautiful' prose.

it's quite a conundrum. on one hand, i'm glad that people do read my blog & appreciate the little bits of humour that occassionally get penned down here. on the other, i feel so confined when i cannot post up personal feelings/occurrences in the fear that the faceless, nameless entities will read it and get into my head or something. but then again, it's always been "a little vagueness here, a little allusion there" for me. still, do ask me if you want to link me, and if i don't know ya that well - read it and weep... well no, read it and keep it to yerself. (:

anyways. had a roaring good time at starbucks today! Hangman made hanging out real fun. (ha. are you getting the hang of it?) well, i should go hang up my boots now. it's too late to hang around blogging. and i won't let myself hang it all out. If you wanna hang on to my every word in this blog...

hang in there, dudes & dudettes. goood night! =D

illuminated. 2:14 AM

Friday, March 23, 2007

the essential question.

i forgot this funny encounter that happened yesterday! we (me and someone who i shall term the punk) were having dinner and this family of foreigners were dining next to us. suddenly a hand stretches over the shoulder of the punk:

Man: Helloo how are you? (Or something to that effect)
the punk: (stunned) oh good, good!
me (shocked & laughing): [still voiceless here]
Man: You're from Japun (Japan)?
the punk: no, no, Singaporean!
Man: huh..? wat's zat?
the punk: oh, Singapore, Singapore...
Man: ahhh i zee! we're from Iran.
[smiles and nods exchanged.]
the punk & me: ohh, Iran! okay.
Man: so, how old are YOU? (points to me)
me (amidst immediate laughter from the punk): err.. i'm twenty-one..?
Man: Woh! tweenty-one? (looks at wife and gestures.)
me: oh so how old is your daughter?
[daughter is tall, wears makeup, and would look 19 in s'pore.]
Man: oh sixteen..and YOU? (points to the punk)
the punk: heh.. erm twenty-two.
Man: wohh! twenty-two (he tells his wife)

after this he asked us what we were studying, and told us he went to Britain to study English, as I am now. interesting.
and with the essential question that was popped at me (by a curious foreigner no less), i am reminded of my eternal youthful aspect. hooray..i guess. o_O

illuminated. 2:51 PM

what a (wonderful) day!

finallyyy my two essays are over & done with! hooray. well, i received some help with my essay, which was about the problem of 'untouchability' in the Indian caste system. This is what the oh-so-helpful fella wrote (and it merits an A*) :

i do hope my prof enjoys my essay with such insightful comments as this one here.

anyways, i headed to school today (thurs) and chanced upon... my doppelganger!! (no jing & lam it's NOT the doppelganger from meridian with the nugget bag. what a nightmare that was!)

this is me clad in shorts and the cutest tee [little yellow birds tt look like mango pudding] and jacket. the red line between my legs is just..WRONG. ignore please. =X

this is the doppelganger (whose identity shall be kept secret) clad in shorts [hmm!] and what looks like a jacket but is in actual fact a long-sleeved top which looks like a jacket anyway [hmm hmm!].

and the sweetest surprise of the day: earrings!! love them. one a butterfly, the other a heart. visit http://www.rufflemypigtails.blogspot.com/ for the nicest earrings. (:

illuminated. 1:58 AM


Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting izzabelle/izzy/bel.
a melody that reaches to Heaven.
found to be lost in words.
solitude in late nights & alone time.
penchant for ice cream & chocolate.
adores(almost to bits) the cutest dog ever.




The Lord is faithful to all His promises, and loving towards all He has made.
- Psalm 145:13



April 2004
May 2004
June 2004
July 2004
August 2004
September 2004
October 2004
November 2004
December 2004
January 2005
February 2005
March 2005
April 2005
May 2005
June 2005
July 2005
August 2005
September 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007


brush1 brush2

eXTReMe Tracker