No, it wasn't a shock. But a bitter reality that frightened me. Not that I have anything to fear at this point in time, only God can say if I will have to fight this battle in the future.

But for now, the image sits awkwardly still, on the edge of my mind: My beautiful grandmother, in her deep brown dressing gown and poofy coily hair, shuffling nervously to the edge of her property to see me off while waiting for the opportune time to say:

"你不可以嫁给红毛人"

Not as if that were looming around the corner anytime soon.

aye/ai... what can I say? Except that 白人看不懂，and given my enduring reaction after the exchange, what does that make me?

Singapore's Funniest Family.

Joshie has always said that I come from a different culture, that my parents aren't typically Singaporean and that they are, and this is my opinion too, a little odd.

This confirms it. They've decided to take Daniel out of school for a week so that we can to go to Tibet as a family. I can see the look on his pricipal's face as she scours the letter my parents will be sending.

"Tibet? You're skipping school to go to... TIBET?! Boy, are you making this up??!"

My brother would then give his shocked deer-in-headlights look before dissolving into laughter:

"If I were trying to skip school for a week, would I say that I would be going to TIBET?"

What would the school do?

What can they do?

Aye, my brother is not an academic, and he's not about to let anyone tell him otherwise.
Thank god for supportive parents

Tibet it is.

I relentlessly flirt with babies and the ridiculous.

I believe I spelt that right.

激情

Sophistication, like safety, cleanliness and being right, is not a virtue.
And hence, is neither necessary, nor something that we ought to hanker relentlessly after.

But rather, a simple state of being that just is, and usually is overrated.

Get your priorities right, for god's sake.

I'd like to get back into the habit of blogging again and don't quite know how.

But surfice it to say that i've been gloriously happy for the past 3 months. I wouldn't have anything changed, if I had to relive it again. But then again, I'd also like to get my student pass approved by the ICA.

Oh well, in His time, and hands.

But in other news, everybody go to Shaw Gallery and try out the Ice Cream at Tom's Palette. It rocks and my friend belmont works there. Go for it.

我已经得到了无线互联网连接数。
所以我很高兴。

中文是非常cool.

In everything, Hannah, be beautiful.

I will buy tissue paper from the uncles and aunties in the hawker centers, because I can.

Garageband

Now I'm back in the atmosphere, with drops of jupiter in my hair.
I act like summer, walks like rain, knowing that there's a time to change.
Since the return from my stay on the moon, I listen like spring and talk like June.

I sailed across the sun,
And I made it to the milky way to see the lights are faded, and that heaven is overrated,
I fell for a shooting star, but he had a permanant scar.
And I missed you while I was looking for myself out there.

Now I'm back from my soul vacation, tracing my way through the contellations.
I'll checkout Mozart while I do tae-bo, learning that there's room to grow.
Now that I'm back in the atmosphere I don't worry about seeing you as,
plain ol' Jane, I'd tell the story of a man who forgot his fear of flying in the face of the promised land.

The wind swept me off my feet, and I danced along the light of head.
Head back to the milky way,
Where venus blew my mind and it was everything I wanted to find.
And yes I missed you while I was looking for myself out there.

And I remembered love, pride, deep fried chicken, my best friend always sticking up for me (even when you know I'm wrong), and I remembered my first dance, freeze-dried romance, our five hour phone conversations, the best soy latte that I've ever had... and you.

And I'll let you know, that the wind swept me off my feet, and I finally got the chance to dance along the light of day, and head back to the milkey way.
And I'll tell you, that venus blew my mind and it was everything I wanted to find, but then I missed you when I was looking for myself out there.

I fell for a shooting star.

And I was never lonely while I was out there.
But I'm back, and I'll take you with me.

Off Ling's blog. I just couldn't resist:

hannah
adj. carrying a friend.
"I wish my man was hannah."

Oh you bet your sweet ass he was.

http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slang.cgi

I'm blogging on my new macbook.
Spiffy.

In othernews, a lot might change wrt my plans for the next 6 months or so. A LOT.
But I am in no position or health to expound on the intricate matters of my identity and sociological composition.

Surfice it to say, that I have a good God who is wildly dangerous, and who's goodness rages on.

I want your heart.