$65 for the two of us to see an East German bloke pl
ay with his Powerbook.
Here to see Paul Van Dyk. Kids who are clearly from the
sun are wearing beanies and hats with ear flaps.
When Ponggol Seafood is in Hillcrest and Pulau Ubin Seafood is on Sixth Avenue, you laugh a lot and inhale the black pepper Sri Lankan crab anyway.
Happy birthday to me for yesterday. We ate seafood, visited family, and checked out Loof. I got a new pair of Doc Martens, a handmade wallet, a rattan bag, and wore the ‘My cat can beat up your dog’ pants Kristen and Mark bought me from Australia. Loads (well, loads between eating prata, cleaning up cat spew, and going out) of crochet is being done.
Hahaha. Being 30 rocks so far.
Just finished reading Escape From Paradise by John a
nd May Chu Harding. I wasn’t impressed.
Crafty goodness! Happy happy joy joy com
es with large size crochet hooks.
According to Terry, Scots invent everything (and Neil concurs anthusiastically).
‘Allo ‘allo, my name ees Michel. I am a duck from Marseilles. I am called Michel because of zees French director, Michel Gondry. He made a video for ze Foo Fighters, Everlong, where Dave Grohl had zees extra large hand zat he used to hit le baddies. I, too, have zees large wing.
Michel is made from very thin wool yarn, with embroidered polyester upholstery thread for eyes, is stuffed with polyfill, and looks mighty cute when standing next to his hero, Captain Vindaloo, a large stuffed chicken I purchased at Green Shine House in October.
Where is Hyacinth Bucket: “Things have gone from all ideology and no materialism to all materialism and no ideology or values.” — New struggle in China: Keep up with the Chans
I’m going to have to search through Sim Lim Square when we’re in Singapore for a Sony battery charger, as none of the stores I’ve seen on eBay will ship the NP-FC10 charger to Singapore or China.
Princess No-One-Wants-To-Leia was sold yesterday. There was no goodbye party this time (yes, I am lame) because I spent most of my waking hours yesterday proofing the latest issue of What’s On Xiamen that, by my reckoning, should be published while I’m away, but, by experience, will not be printed until I’m back.
Princess NOWTL has gone home with Winki — who also has a dog (mofo) — and, if I may tell Winki, the princess really doesn’t wish to be mofo’s toy… but since ownership has changed, if Princess NOWTL gets torn apart, I will share my photos and fond memories if Winki wants them.
Ahem.
The dead ninja pincushion is a scream. I’m sure he screamed too, when his life was snuffed out like so many ninja before him.
(I currently use a sponge that came with the cheap sewing kit I bought in 2004.)
- went to The Londoner so Neil could have a game of pool
- ate yummy beef claypot rice (the burnt rice bits are the best)
- did loads of crochet (but my camera battery is still flat so you can’t see the incredible, amazing, mind-blowing results)
- watched The Bourne Identity (again)
- started on another crochet project
- had Japanese all you can eat at Tokyoto
- went to The Londoner so Neil could have a game of pool
- did more crochet (see above) while Neil watched The Bourne Supremacy (again)
Frankly, this weekend’s been kind of quiet. It must be because we’re gearing up for our trip to SINGAPORE this week. Yes folks, we’re off to the Fine City for my birthday (30!) and Chinese New Year holidays, EATING, minimal Internet access, my annual dentist’s appointment with Madeliene, SHOPPING, and tons more crocheting while the cats chase embryonic crochet dolls (i.e. balls of yarn).
Woohoohooooooo!
I think Oscar, the famous pug who frequently guest stars on LJC, would look smashing in this jumper.
Kim Jong-Il has ‘disappeared’ somewhere in China. If I see any blokes who match his description, you’ll be the first to know.
If I want to wake up at a reasonable time in the morning, I should try not to go to bed at 4am.
(High Society was a good read, though.)
Bathrobe was acquired yesterday, along with a new pair of fuzzy flip flops to keep the feet warm. I would photograph my Esprit and Winnie the Shit purchases as is my thing, but I’ve not got my hands on a charger yet, so you won’t be graced with snapshots of me in flannel pyjamas and bathrobe, woolly socks and bright yellow slippers.
Yes, it’s a travesty you won’t get to see that.