quietly she goes

taxi?

have been hopping into cabs fairly often of late (mainly because i can't get hold of the family car, bah.). so the other night i called for a cab, jauntily skipped past the taxi queue at international plaza and therein began my cab ride with Crazy Proverb Spouting Cab Driver.

i think it must have been the stress of driving cabs for the last five years. this chap would finish almost every sentence with a cheng2 yu3 (or 成語a four word chinese proverb), but not only was it a cheng2 yu3, he would turn each one into a pun.

for e.g. - "even general workers like me were "勉強畢業mian3 qiang2 bi4 ye4" in 1998." He was forced to "graduate" from his job in 1998.

on asking him whether he worked the night shift only - "I drive both shifts - 日夜拉客! hahahahaha!" (er, ri4 ye4 la1 ke4 is a pun with reference to ladies of the night.)

the scary thing was that he would end off every punned sentence with a hysterical five note laugh, with head throwback.

another weird cab story to my ever growing collection eh.

cooking food...

...is very different from reading cookbooks.

so me and a friend finally plunged headlong into cooking a dinner for some of our friends. let's say whilst she cooked, i tried to put together ingredients in a hapharzard fashion.

it was good fun though - i think we all enjoyed dinner, and we had lots of dessert to chomp our way through.

i'm not thinking of cooking again so soon. :P but that parmesan fish recipe on delia's is extremely tempting...think i could feed the family without the parental units looking at me with a mixture of fear and scepticism?

hmm.

linky

the typepad list thing is not working. I can't get them to link direct?

typepad typelist

i can't get the typelist thing to work!!! it links funny.

bah.

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update - it's working now. phew.

can i say how enamoured i am of the photo albums function? =)

the stacks

i bought a book yesterday, and came home to find another given to me by a friend as a belated birthday present. woohoo.

my friends gave me three cookbooks as pressies as well - i think they're trying to drop some hints here, eh? my greatest fear of course is that i'll poison all of them with my attempts at cooking.

i need a kitchen to practise in.

buckle

the back buckled and collapsed somewhat last night as i was climbing up the stairs to my room. i think it was the walk to and from the esplanade in my heels (they're block heels!) that did it. sigh.

wistful

i love what ben said here in his 10 july entry.

to quote verbatim

and the damage is done

certain songs are inexorably tied to specific memories
it's funny how an arrangement of sounds can bring you
back to forgotten moments in time
what's even more absurd were the songs that produced longings
for lovers we hadn't even met or events which never to took place
the person you longed to see every morning in bed when you woke up
the patient ear that would embrace your thoughts and never leave you feeling
trivialized or disenchanted, but always accepted
the embrace that would hold you in your darkest sorrows
as well as dance with you during your greatest joys
sometimes these songs make me release a skeptical sigh
but in the end they made me believe in love
and there's nothing wrong with love
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we could slip away
wouldn't that be better
me with nothing to say
and you in your autumn sweater

test test

i've finally got this running!

it looks lovely i must say. the fact that i chose to use the "plus" plan rather than the "pro" has some disadvantages though - i can't control the template and do full HTML editing. but i'm feeling lazy at the moment, hence.