Picnic at Botanic Gardens.

Despite the on-off showers yesterday afternoon, my cousins, little niece and I still managed to have a very good time picnicking at Botanic Gardens.

 

Lost in Translation.

Wrapped up classes for my Art modules today. There was this hinge of sadness even though we really ought to be celebrating. Art classes make me happy even if I appear gloomy 99% of the time. This only meant I’m left to deal with 3 more tiring and trying assignments. Crap. I should have just majored in Arts.. at least I will be a happy-grump.

My 8.30am friends.

 

Social Catechism

This is quite a long read. But fucking hilarious.
Taken from A Dress A Day.

Q. WHAT is the dirtiest creature you know?
A. The English fine lady.
Q. What are your reasons for saying this ?
A. Her habits.
Q. Explain yourself more fully.
A. When she walks she drags behind her a receptacle for dust and dirt of every kind.
Q. What is this called?
A. A long dress, or train.
Q. What is its action?
A. It sweeps the ground, collects mud, dust, cigar-stumps, straws, leaves, and every other impurity.
Q. What happens next?
A. This accumulation rubs off to a certain extent upon other portions of her dress, or upon the legs of any person who may walk beside her, and when she gets into her carriage, the objectionable matter spoils the lining ; besides that, the dust is most offensive.
Q. Why does she wear such a ridiculous dress?
A. For one of two reasons. Either because she aims at a servile imitation of certain great folks, or because she owes money to her milliner, and dares not order any kind of dress except that which this tyrant sends home to her.
Q. Why does she not raise, or loop up her dress to keep it from the ground?
A. Because, being a lazy person, she has thick ancles [sic], or being a scraggy person, she has skinny ones, which her vanity forbids her to exhibit.
Q. Is there any other reason?
A. Yes; she has probably ugly feet, disfigured by corns or bunions caused by wearing tight boots.
Q. Is there any cure for such habits?
There is none, until her husband has been nearly ruined by her extravagance, when she is compelled by economical reasons to dress like a rational being, and at once becomes clean and charming as the British female was intended to be.
Q. What sensation is caused to man by the sight of these dresses ?
A. Contemptuous pity for the woman, and pity, without contempt, for her unfortunate husband.
Q. Does she know this ?
A. Yes, but as she dresses less to please men than to vex women, the knowledge has no effect upon her dirty habits.
Q. Where can the animal be seen?
A. At the Zoological Gardens on Sunday afternoons, in the Park and Kensington Gardens, and in most places where fine clothes can be successfully exhibited.
Q. What lesson should you deduce from this ?
A. That of thankfulness to Providence that, (if married at all) you are married to a sensible woman and not to a fine lady.
Q. What will you take to drink ?
A. Anything you like to put a name to.

 

Memories passed on

Packing is such an emotional process.

I laughed in the face of my precedent decisions.
I relished in the reminiscence of those joyous moments.
I wept at memories of arguments.
Of stupidity.
Of hugs and tenderness.

Subconsciously harping it’s for space.
Space and room for more memories.

 

Disney naturally

Tonight, I had mouse food in Singapore, without actually stepping foot in any Disneyland.
But of course, the atmosphere at Disney naturally ( it’s located at Anchorpoint ), could never beat that of Disneyland. Food wise, I think the Pizza is much better than crappy Pizza Hut.As for the Spaghetti, just save the money and cook your own.

I do like the movie screening part though.. they were showing Disney classics!
(I.e Mickey before he became a Wizard, and before he wore those fancy clothes which he prances around in at Disneyland)

I realised I miss the Churros at Disneyland.
I miss Disneyland and all the ‘OMIYAGAY’ there.
Oh well… I just miss Japan.