Sundays
Sunday, March 30, 2008
They are meant to be savoured... and not spent chionging work... but I did otherwise.
Rainy Sundays..
They are meant to be spent in a nice quirky cafe tucked at the edge of a busy street, having a cuppa, book in hand, and listening to the peltering rain on the window panes, watching the world go by.
Sunny Sundays,
They are meant to be spent frolicking in the waters, with my mum preparing the picnic on the lovely soft grass, just in time to pop a delicious sandwich into my mouth when I emerged from the waters hungrily.
Ah.. I miss my Sundays. Never appreciated them till recent years; it's only when things get busy that you start to hold on to the little precious amount of leisure time you have, and learn to truly relax in those times.
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It seems that I do weird things to myself when I'm stressed. I paint my nails, I dye my hair, I pluck my eyebrows. I think it's a kind of escapism, which is bad, omg.
And I go grocery shopping, note the word: GROCERY. Yes, not clothes shopping or whatever, these are only undertaken when everything is over. I love looking at fresh fruits and food, the color of freshness perks me up. Maybe I picked this hobby from sop, where we used to go the mar.ket.pl.ace in Ra.ffles C.ity. I wanna go to finer and bigger supermarkets! The variety of sweets and snacks and cheese and wine makes me go gaga over them! So colorful!
Of course, I go CD shopping too. Throw me into HM. V and I'll not come out in 2hrs! Especially love the jazz/classical section there. The way I spend on CDs is atrocious too, a record is buying 5 sets at one go. Had to chiong thru listening to them before the exchange period is over, just in case they were spoilt. I must be really considered old fashioned buying and listening to CDs in this technology age where mp3 rules, but I have to confess, I actually rather hate mp3s. I dun even update the songs on my laptop and I dun listen to them on my laptop. One is that my sound system on the laptop makes music sound flat and unlively and boring, second is I cant see my music playing when I hear it. I guess I like tangible stuff like CDs to be played on a thing called the CD player. Of course you can argue that the music written onto the CD is intangible too, but I thought at least they are on a concrete shell. Besides, I love the act of removing the CD from its case, admiring the art on the cover, putting it into the player, and watching it spin before walking away.
Which brings me to another point, some CD case are manufactured in such a way that it is soo darn difficult to 'extract' CDs out of them. It's either that or, it is like a book such that the CDs slip down the unsealable case. I'm so particular that even the lyrics book must be readable. I understand that sometimes the company uses certain colors to fit the current image of the singer or CD, but white words on silver background??!! OMG my eyes hurt! So, it's the CD experience and a passable sound system that makes a wholesome listening journey for me.
This reminds me that I wanted my dream house to have a lounge room. Dim lights, cozy sofa, superb sound system, maybe a mini bar, all perfect to unwind by listening to music and sipping champagne. Not to forget the instruments room, an all-glass room overlooking the sea or garden. A grand piano sitting in the middle of it, and other instruments lining the sides, with an adjoining soundproof jamming room, all glass too. (they'll prob all be white elephants haha, but I LIKE!, thou i wonder how thick must the glass be to be soundproof and to withstand all the vibrations from jamming) Ah yes, I must have a big big bathroom too! With a jaccuzzi, and i shall have rose petals for my bath everyday HAHAHA. And erm, all other rooms can be as bare as they can be, i dun care. Hopefull this house will overlook the sea, but oh wait, moisture from the sea will make my instruments expand and go outta tune and mouldy and rot, so no, not the sea.. prob just some nice view la, like high up overlooking the CBD or forest. Since I cant have a beach to walk on, then I must have a large garden to walk whenever I feel like it. Ok, then I must have a patio too. Haha.
Think I must be dreaming, to have that kind of house, I must be really really damn filthy rich to let the gah-ver-men part with their precious land to fulfill my fantasy. Either that, or I must marry into a resonably developed country with vast amount of land, thus cheap enough to build such a house. Or else, there's always Dub.ai. HaHaHa.
So, if u'll excuse me, I wanna go meet my Dub.ai prince in my dreams now.
Nitez.
They are meant to be savoured... and not spent chionging work... but I did otherwise.
Rainy Sundays..
They are meant to be spent in a nice quirky cafe tucked at the edge of a busy street, having a cuppa, book in hand, and listening to the peltering rain on the window panes, watching the world go by.
Sunny Sundays,
They are meant to be spent frolicking in the waters, with my mum preparing the picnic on the lovely soft grass, just in time to pop a delicious sandwich into my mouth when I emerged from the waters hungrily.
Ah.. I miss my Sundays. Never appreciated them till recent years; it's only when things get busy that you start to hold on to the little precious amount of leisure time you have, and learn to truly relax in those times.
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It seems that I do weird things to myself when I'm stressed. I paint my nails, I dye my hair, I pluck my eyebrows. I think it's a kind of escapism, which is bad, omg.
And I go grocery shopping, note the word: GROCERY. Yes, not clothes shopping or whatever, these are only undertaken when everything is over. I love looking at fresh fruits and food, the color of freshness perks me up. Maybe I picked this hobby from sop, where we used to go the mar.ket.pl.ace in Ra.ffles C.ity. I wanna go to finer and bigger supermarkets! The variety of sweets and snacks and cheese and wine makes me go gaga over them! So colorful!
Of course, I go CD shopping too. Throw me into HM. V and I'll not come out in 2hrs! Especially love the jazz/classical section there. The way I spend on CDs is atrocious too, a record is buying 5 sets at one go. Had to chiong thru listening to them before the exchange period is over, just in case they were spoilt. I must be really considered old fashioned buying and listening to CDs in this technology age where mp3 rules, but I have to confess, I actually rather hate mp3s. I dun even update the songs on my laptop and I dun listen to them on my laptop. One is that my sound system on the laptop makes music sound flat and unlively and boring, second is I cant see my music playing when I hear it. I guess I like tangible stuff like CDs to be played on a thing called the CD player. Of course you can argue that the music written onto the CD is intangible too, but I thought at least they are on a concrete shell. Besides, I love the act of removing the CD from its case, admiring the art on the cover, putting it into the player, and watching it spin before walking away.
Which brings me to another point, some CD case are manufactured in such a way that it is soo darn difficult to 'extract' CDs out of them. It's either that or, it is like a book such that the CDs slip down the unsealable case. I'm so particular that even the lyrics book must be readable. I understand that sometimes the company uses certain colors to fit the current image of the singer or CD, but white words on silver background??!! OMG my eyes hurt! So, it's the CD experience and a passable sound system that makes a wholesome listening journey for me.
This reminds me that I wanted my dream house to have a lounge room. Dim lights, cozy sofa, superb sound system, maybe a mini bar, all perfect to unwind by listening to music and sipping champagne. Not to forget the instruments room, an all-glass room overlooking the sea or garden. A grand piano sitting in the middle of it, and other instruments lining the sides, with an adjoining soundproof jamming room, all glass too. (they'll prob all be white elephants haha, but I LIKE!, thou i wonder how thick must the glass be to be soundproof and to withstand all the vibrations from jamming) Ah yes, I must have a big big bathroom too! With a jaccuzzi, and i shall have rose petals for my bath everyday HAHAHA. And erm, all other rooms can be as bare as they can be, i dun care. Hopefull this house will overlook the sea, but oh wait, moisture from the sea will make my instruments expand and go outta tune and mouldy and rot, so no, not the sea.. prob just some nice view la, like high up overlooking the CBD or forest. Since I cant have a beach to walk on, then I must have a large garden to walk whenever I feel like it. Ok, then I must have a patio too. Haha.
Think I must be dreaming, to have that kind of house, I must be really really damn filthy rich to let the gah-ver-men part with their precious land to fulfill my fantasy. Either that, or I must marry into a resonably developed country with vast amount of land, thus cheap enough to build such a house. Or else, there's always Dub.ai. HaHaHa.
So, if u'll excuse me, I wanna go meet my Dub.ai prince in my dreams now.
Nitez.