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yellow, the ears for lack of wanting

Things learnt over the weekend:

- Doraemon didn’t not start out being blue. He was yellow, and had ears! Was enlightened by a friend yesterday while passing by a store selling its merchandise. Explanation here. Strange that now that I know, I keep seeing yellow Doraemons. I probably thought that they were pirated merchandise previously.

- It was impossible to get into the Uniqlo store without possessing an abundance of patience. That, I clearly lacked, and so could only longingly look into the store yesterday. The ceilings at the new Tampines mall are low. The stores are identical to the ones found in other local malls (well, except for, that store). And look, here’s a typo. The fruit tarts at Fruit Paradise look wonderful though.

- iluma @ Bugis. Yawn. Well, at least it has a cinema and an arcade where you can watch people win stuffed toys. The latter was, surprisingly, quite fun to watch, so you should schedule a viewing every 5-8 years. I wonder why all the shopping malls are coming up with Japanese-themed food places. Tampinese 1 has one, iluma is going to have one. Sadly, they all seem to enjoy serving mediocre overpriced food. I like the fact that soon I will be able to suggest Japanese every time someone asks for a meal suggestion though. “Udon, ramen? Something else? There’s nothing else, so how about sushi? Sashimi?” That even rhymes. The effort I go to, wow.

- I apologise for not sounding enthusiastic about the above. I don’t dislike shopping (quite the contrary) but I don’t really understand why people can do it week after week at the same places. Also, apologies that this blog doesn’t have a pink background with ugly fonts, or photos of my pedicure. Have I gone off ranting about something else? I want a sandwich.

- I am just about the worst driver (-in-training) ever. Then again, my instructor has taken to eating sandwiches during the lesson, and there are two ways to read that. 1. He feels comfortable enough about my driving. 2. My driving makes him wanna throw up, and eating something helps take his mind off that. I feel good about the first option, but all signs point to the latter. Today’s was probably the worst lesson ever (it topped the one two weeks ago, so that is saying something). Why the hell am I learning manual? Why on earth do I think about books while driving? Why did the bastard honk? Why is my instructor doing a nervous chortle-n-sigh? All these things went through my mind after the lesson, and I reluctantly pushed the day I acquire a driving licence further into the recesses of my to-do list.

- Green apple green tea. <3

- Was quite sorry to finish The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. Sigh. A multimedia theatrical production should be rather interesting.

- Siem Reap in a fortnight. Haha!

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shopping makes my heart beat and stop and think

So the story is I was looking for a nice wallet..

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supermarkethq_moop_porter supermarkethq_tan-messenger
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(All images from Supermarket)

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hold your breath, breathe in

Things that irk me:
- Signs that say “We are close”
- Signs that say “We are opened”

I’m slowly getting the idea of making a three-point turn. Slowly. Somehow, the mind ceases to function intelligently when its vessel is behind a wheel. I quite enjoy driving though, but only if it is on a straight road and there is no fellow traffic. Jaywalkers, stay home! I say this out of pure altruism, and also, because it seems to rain whenever (or is it wherever?) I drive.

Things that irk me, part #2:
- People who ruin books
- Borders

(I’m going to whinge.)

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with reality, it’s never true enough

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This chair likes me. I know it does.

There are needs and there are wants, and there are things that you want to need. Like, say, if I get my own place, I will be able to get this lovely steamer pot, this impossibly cute polka dot mug, and this pitcher that I initially had qualms about but am ready to overlook because roosters can be cute and there is really no better place for them than on a kitchen counter. And the pitcher will be happy to have a teapot friend. And a kettle confidante. I miss my kitchen already. Let’s move on to wardrobe.

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