Eh waimin. I'm getting a little scared about going home.
I was Friendster-surfing (no, i have no will power) and what the hell,
all the Singaporean girls look like hoochie mamas now!! Even the
12 year olds who aren't of legal Friendster age!
And then there's me..in my t-shirts circa 1998 and ratty shorts.

How?! I don't want to be called Aunty when i go home!

I don't think I'm ready for Singapore.

Smells Like Content

Everything's coming together.
And I'm happy.
=)

um.....wow.

Happy 21st!

Since I didn't have time to get a card and send it, I made you a birthday mix cd (minus the cd) instead. Limewire's pretty fast these days isn't it? It's themed....chronologically, i guess. =)

Ming's Birthday Mix
1. It's Raining Men - Ginger Spice
2. Miserable - Lit
3. Someday We'll Know - New Radicals
4. New Slang - The Shins
5. Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson
6. Eye In the Sky - Alan Parsons Project
7. Worn Me Down - Rachael Yamagata (vassar represent!)
8. Sing Me Spanish Techno - The New Pornographers
9. New Age Girl - Deadeye Dick
10.This Dress Looks Nice On You (cough) - Sufjan Stevens
11. Heart - Stars
12. Siamese Cities - Metric
13. Heaven Is A Place On Earth - Belinda Carlisle

Bonus Track: One False Move - Young & Sexy

Id V Ego

But..but...i said it was time to take out the pins.
It's like removing a splinter-pull it out and the blood comes rushing out and you don't know if removing it was such a good idea after all.
(Leaving it in gets it infected and gangrene hovers on the horizon, i know,i know...doesn't make pulling it out any less scary.)

And I hate feeling vulnerable. But that's a package deal i guess.


Goddammit. Stop analyzing.


i just don't know what to think!!!!!!!

Mix CD

There's something magical about listening to a series of unfamiliar, nameless tracks.


And even though you'll never see this- thanks, arielle. (it'll get better, i promise.)

Death to Youthful Naivete

Remember when you were a kid and bubble baths were special treats that you only got on weekends once every couple of months, and the best part of all was pouring the soap in and despite knowing it was wayy too much hygiene for one kid to handle, you just couldn't help wanting more and more soap put in just to see the foam get thicker and thicker and thicker (incidentally, didn't Margaret Mahy write a story about a bath, The Giant's Bathtub or something? I really liked that story. Something about elderflower soap?) and the thicker it got, the more fun you knew your bath would be because in the natural order of a kid's universe, of course more soap=more fun.

So my point is, people of the world, that the shitty thing about growing up is that it screws up your concept of natural order and universal laws and all that jazz. Because-as I discovered oh about 10 minutes ago-when it comes to washing machines, more soap most definitely does not mean more fun. A bubble bath for your clothes defintely does not equate more fun. Having to fork out 4 more dollars for two extra rounds of laundry would definitely mean it's a whole world of grumpy mean-spirited old-people-talking-to-you-really-slowly not funness.

Thank you, Vassar washing machines, for robbing me of a tiny piece of my childhood.