How do we know we're getting older?

Ans: Flashers do not flash at us anymore.

We were having a discussion on random subjects, and came to realise that we were all victims of flashers when we were kids but all that stopped a while ago. We don't think Flashers had became extinct - we think they're avoiding us.

We figured, flashers, being passive aggressive bullies with major issues, would usually choose young blur girls as victims.
The logic's that, the young girls will be in total shock and probably will not report them when they pull their stunts. However, if they flash at assertive aunties like us, we will probably violently attack them, issue some self-administered justice caning, and haul them to the police station. Or worse, laugh in their faces.
So, only brainless desperate flashers would choose to flash at more mature women. One of the good things about getting older, I guess.

Sooo, if you get flashed at, look at the bright side, think of it as a compliment - you look young! Go out and celebrate, after you finish whacking him.

Mini Commercial French Movie Wave

It all began in my schooling years, when I decided to put off doing tax accounting homework at IU library, take one of the many short breaks, and watch (suddenly important and imperative to watch immediately) movies instead. Unfortunately or fortunately, the library only carried the more artsy shows. So I ended up watching French movies like La Reine Margot. One can say that my love for French movies was built on strong homework procrastination tendencies.

I intensely like French movies, they are a little off-center, and the French actors, all stylo and yummy chic, even when the hair is messy. Very aesthetically je ne sais quoi”-ly pleasing.

We caught Moliere today, a period drama, or as a friend puts it, movie with people wearing long pom pom skirts.

The bittersweet movie started slow, but the few sub-plots worked well together amidst bits of romance and comedy. We watched it at the newly renovated Picturehouse, which is really small, but clean with no odour.

Audrey Tautou - This gamine’s cornering the “French Movies That Made It Overseas and People Are Actually Catching Them” market. She’s in Amelie, Priceless, and also in Hunting & Gathering, which we’re going to catch on Wednesday.

Below: Audrey Tautou in Priceless, a great movie. Even if the dvd subtitles don’t work, you should still catch the movie to check out Tautou’s great clothes.

research and library visit

I am currently working on an Internet research project and of course the work is incomplete yet. In keeping up with the spirit of procrastination, I decided to blog. I had earlier decided to highlight my hair, which will help me waste one whole afternoon away at one go, unfortunately, my hairdresser didn’t pick up the phone as the salon was too busy.

Not much is happening right now, it might rain tonight, I think. I was supposed to meet friends for drinks tonight (another procrastination effort), but since no one has called, the old-people party may have been cancelled.

Maybe change subject before you switch to another blog…I went to the NLB yesterday.
The National Library is really a nice building; comfortable, neutral shades used and even the toilet was nice. I was thinking of posting a photo of the toilet, but was afraid someone may think I’m a pervert for taking pictures in toilets and haul me up to security, so sorry people, no library toilet picture.

The librarian who assisted me fit the image of a librarian vampire – pale-white, bloodless looking, expressionless, and in fact even looked a bit androgynous. I lost my thoughts for a while when I approached the counter, but he sure was a helpful one. Gave very clear directions.

Anyway, I’m a little excited. I am invited to an acquaintance’s place for Hari Raya Makan this Saturday. Finally! It’s very pathetic that I have not gone Hari Raya visiting before, as I do not have close Malay or Muslim friends. I shall be nicer to my next door Malay family neighbour so maybe next year they will invite my family over. I shall start waving hello harder starting from tomorrow.
Meanwhile I should return to my research work. Haiiiyaaaaa.

The One and Only sis is back home for a teeny vacation with hubby Sam.
Snap shot of her at airport arrival.


When JF is back with Sam, it means Delifrance crossionts for breakfasts & tea breaks, they'll (the humans) have them (bread)whenever there's a chance. The family in Singapore often takes Delifrance for granted, but everytime I join Jit & Sam for yet another croissont session, I would recall how important a role this bread brand plays in our family life/bonding.

When we were (really) young and went for Yamaha music classes every Sunday, it would be followed by a session of Delifrance baguette binging. Highlight of every Sunday, in fact.
When I stopped the classes eventually and JF continued on, me and mum will wait anxiously for JF to return with the baguette to commence Sunday afternoon tea. When JF stopped classes, the baguette afternoon tea sessions stopped as well.
Now and then we'll still have baguettes for tea sessions, but not as often as before, but still, i think they taste pretty good.

Meanwhile, with more humans moving around the house, the high-anxiety cat sniffed out unfamiliar scents, and is on high alert all the time. He had been hiding/skulking around abit like a ninja. No one sees him until the still of the night. His ears are perpetually pricking. hahahaah...
Poor thing...