VERY quickly...
After a week and half in Singapore, based on my keen observation, I have arrived at this dreadful conclusion about Singapore: There is a disporportionate number of beautiful women versus good-looking men. Handsome's a stretch for most countries. Thanks to their fashion sense and slim physique, the women of Singapore are very pretty as a population, but I've spotted exactly TWO guys I thought were good-looking. One was European. Or Anglo... I've even been in the Clarke Quay district during lunchtime when all the folks are on lunch break. Nope. In fact, I'm qustioning if that man was the only cute guy I've seen on this trip because I can't even remember what the other guy looked like.
Off to Suntec City... or "SINGAPORE'S LARGEST SHOPPING MALL" dum-dum-dum... maybe I'll have better luck today? It's just eye-candy. Who doesn't like a handful every now and then? :)
15.9.09
12.9.09
Quick blurb
Frances has Traveler's Block. That's writer's block but while traveling. I can't think of anything worse.
I'd like to write about something other than myself, but since I'm still stuck in a rut... that's all I can muster up. Sigh.
:(
Nevertheless, here's a quote from Hamlet which thanks to Kenneth Branagh's 4-hour epic production, IS my favorite play to this day... from Act II, Scene II: "There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so".
I'd like to write about something other than myself, but since I'm still stuck in a rut... that's all I can muster up. Sigh.
:(
Nevertheless, here's a quote from Hamlet which thanks to Kenneth Branagh's 4-hour epic production, IS my favorite play to this day... from Act II, Scene II: "There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so".
11.9.09
Thought of the Night...
It's a dangerous thing, blogging at 3 in the morning.
Continuing with my Shakespearean state of mind... tonight's quote of choice is from Twelfth Night, one of my favorite plays and one that introduced me to Shakespeare in 7th grade. Mrs. Floe, the devil herself on scooter, made sure we ate, drank, and slept Shakespeare. More on that another time.
And so from Act III, Scene 1: "Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better".
Earlier today, a friend wondered why it was that it's never the one who you want to be clingy that is, and it's always the ones you don't want to be clingy who are. Her ex from five years ago hasn't quite got the message that even if he was the last man on earth, she wouldn't be back with him.
Anyway, my thoughts on the subject - I don't think clingy is a good thing, period.
Reflecting on the quote, I'll let love come to me.
Continuing with my Shakespearean state of mind... tonight's quote of choice is from Twelfth Night, one of my favorite plays and one that introduced me to Shakespeare in 7th grade. Mrs. Floe, the devil herself on scooter, made sure we ate, drank, and slept Shakespeare. More on that another time.
And so from Act III, Scene 1: "Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better".
Earlier today, a friend wondered why it was that it's never the one who you want to be clingy that is, and it's always the ones you don't want to be clingy who are. Her ex from five years ago hasn't quite got the message that even if he was the last man on earth, she wouldn't be back with him.
Anyway, my thoughts on the subject - I don't think clingy is a good thing, period.
Reflecting on the quote, I'll let love come to me.
9.9.09
Quote of the Day
While leaving Kasai Road, I enjoy a moment with the snippity little dog next door who is barking its stupid little head off. It barked at me, I 'barked' back, it barked some more, I bared my teeth and snarled a little... what? Don't judge me.
Seeing this, Auntie Agnes says, "that dog - all sound and fury signfying nothing".
My mouth is agape, "What! That's a brilliant quote!"
"... it's Shakespeare!"
In the back of her car I hang my head in shame... "Oh..."
My mom chimes in, "don't you have all his books...? Time to..."
".... yeah..."
So here, quote of the day from Sir William Shakespeare: "Life is a tale told by an idiot -- full of sound and fury, signifying nothing".
Sometimes that's how I view my blogs. Fail.
Seeing this, Auntie Agnes says, "that dog - all sound and fury signfying nothing".
My mouth is agape, "What! That's a brilliant quote!"
"... it's Shakespeare!"
In the back of her car I hang my head in shame... "Oh..."
My mom chimes in, "don't you have all his books...? Time to..."
".... yeah..."
So here, quote of the day from Sir William Shakespeare: "Life is a tale told by an idiot -- full of sound and fury, signifying nothing".
Sometimes that's how I view my blogs. Fail.
6.9.09
Continuation...
So to keep me from playing anymore Bejeweled for the evening... already a quick tangent: stupid brother brings out the "oh-look-it's-a-game-and-there's-a-high-score-table-and-my-name's-not-on-it-so-now-I-have-to-play-it" in me EVERYTIME we're together. So in spite of the fact that I am in a foreign country and therefore should be doing what may be considered... foreign things, I am in fact, sitting on the floor of his flat, on the laptop, playing my 1,000th game of Bejeweled. At least I was, and now I've decided to write a bit, but I'm not sure what's going to come out because it's 12:45 in the morning after a not-too-eventful day.
A recap: Lunch was Dim Sum - delightfully-plated and delicious - at the Conrad Hotel with my First Uncle, Auntie, Cousin and Cousin-in-Law. This was followed by a visit to the Peranakan Museum and a long trek to and through the major shopping plazas on Orchard Road. Subsequently amazed by Singaporean architectural ingenuity. They have been and are somehow able to construct massive shopping blocks and underground thruways without disrupting the daily flow of traffic and access to neighboring plazas. Incidentally, I came face to face with most of Singaporeans in the new Ion center... insane number of shoppers and lookers. Highlight of this little window-shopping trip? A new bakery called BreadSociety... cute little shop with French tunes playing overhead, aside from the unmistakable smell of freshly baked bread, I was drawn by the bakers in action, with one in particular that I thought was the head-chef, who was Japanese and looked up and flashed a quick and friendly smile in my direction when he saw me watching him with fascination as his deft fingers worked the dough. It was amazing to see each and every little baked good hand-worked to such a degree, there were seven bakers working in a tiny station, but while working at a brisk pace, they all seemed happy and relaxed. I had one lovely creation - a light bread with stuffed smoked chicken topped with melted cheese... mmmm....
Back to the original intention of this blog, to continue patting myself on the back on my why I should be proud of myself list:
10. I will not settle for less than what I deserve.
To expound: Because dammit I offer nothing less in return. With anything and anyone that I truly care about, I will do nothing half-assed.
Bonus material: A snippet to Frances at age 18 to early 20's: Relatively alone, having moved south from San Fran to LA. Looked up what it meant to be self-actualized, wanted to be that. Often sidetracked by ill-advised romantic pursuits which subsequently failed miserably, but from an individual growth standpoint, undeterred in becoming a well-rounded and likable person. I noted my strengths and weaknesses, what I wanted, what I wanted to work on. I wanted and still want to be the best version of myself in all situations and with all people, but while that's unlikely because I tend to bend (not over backwards) to accommodate who I'm with, I'm looking for people (and THE person) that when around them, I find that I AM the best version of myself. I want to be challenged. I want to be inspired. I want... a list of things that'll make up its own blog at another time, haha.
And this takes us to...
#11: I am eternally optimistic.
A recap: Lunch was Dim Sum - delightfully-plated and delicious - at the Conrad Hotel with my First Uncle, Auntie, Cousin and Cousin-in-Law. This was followed by a visit to the Peranakan Museum and a long trek to and through the major shopping plazas on Orchard Road. Subsequently amazed by Singaporean architectural ingenuity. They have been and are somehow able to construct massive shopping blocks and underground thruways without disrupting the daily flow of traffic and access to neighboring plazas. Incidentally, I came face to face with most of Singaporeans in the new Ion center... insane number of shoppers and lookers. Highlight of this little window-shopping trip? A new bakery called BreadSociety... cute little shop with French tunes playing overhead, aside from the unmistakable smell of freshly baked bread, I was drawn by the bakers in action, with one in particular that I thought was the head-chef, who was Japanese and looked up and flashed a quick and friendly smile in my direction when he saw me watching him with fascination as his deft fingers worked the dough. It was amazing to see each and every little baked good hand-worked to such a degree, there were seven bakers working in a tiny station, but while working at a brisk pace, they all seemed happy and relaxed. I had one lovely creation - a light bread with stuffed smoked chicken topped with melted cheese... mmmm....
Back to the original intention of this blog, to continue patting myself on the back on my why I should be proud of myself list:
10. I will not settle for less than what I deserve.
To expound: Because dammit I offer nothing less in return. With anything and anyone that I truly care about, I will do nothing half-assed.
Bonus material: A snippet to Frances at age 18 to early 20's: Relatively alone, having moved south from San Fran to LA. Looked up what it meant to be self-actualized, wanted to be that. Often sidetracked by ill-advised romantic pursuits which subsequently failed miserably, but from an individual growth standpoint, undeterred in becoming a well-rounded and likable person. I noted my strengths and weaknesses, what I wanted, what I wanted to work on. I wanted and still want to be the best version of myself in all situations and with all people, but while that's unlikely because I tend to bend (not over backwards) to accommodate who I'm with, I'm looking for people (and THE person) that when around them, I find that I AM the best version of myself. I want to be challenged. I want to be inspired. I want... a list of things that'll make up its own blog at another time, haha.
And this takes us to...
#11: I am eternally optimistic.
13.8.09
Let's try something different...
Twenty-eight reasons to be proud of myself:
1. I take vitamins. Ok this first one was just a throaway and more of a reason for my mom to be proud of me.
2. I recycle, buy (mostly) organic produce and am mindful of curbing mindless, unnecessary consumption.
3. I rarely suffer from hormanally-induced rages suffered by those of my gender on a monthly basis. I am consistently logical and rational.
4. While it may be mistaken for workaholicism, I care about my work and go to extraordinary lengths to do it with excellence, regardless the amount of extra time I clock in or the number of people I potentially piss off.
5. I recognize my shortcomings and I know when to apologize.
6. I don't sacrifice style nor comfort.
7. I will hold my ground and stand up for what's right.
8. I care deeply for my family and friends.
9. I laugh for the world to hear. No prissy giggles here.
Ok 28 may be a tall order, so let's just go with the 9 for now and we'll continue this later...haha.
1. I take vitamins. Ok this first one was just a throaway and more of a reason for my mom to be proud of me.
2. I recycle, buy (mostly) organic produce and am mindful of curbing mindless, unnecessary consumption.
3. I rarely suffer from hormanally-induced rages suffered by those of my gender on a monthly basis. I am consistently logical and rational.
4. While it may be mistaken for workaholicism, I care about my work and go to extraordinary lengths to do it with excellence, regardless the amount of extra time I clock in or the number of people I potentially piss off.
5. I recognize my shortcomings and I know when to apologize.
6. I don't sacrifice style nor comfort.
7. I will hold my ground and stand up for what's right.
8. I care deeply for my family and friends.
9. I laugh for the world to hear. No prissy giggles here.
Ok 28 may be a tall order, so let's just go with the 9 for now and we'll continue this later...haha.
9.8.09
It's 2:48am in the morning and I'm insanely going out of my mind.
I hate it. Uncertainty. Not knowing if it's going to work out, I'm driven to tears. What is "it"? "It" is my life. My sanity. My happiness. The feeling of peace and contentment. It's not there. It's fragmented.... I'd hated on living on just pockets of happiness, fleeting moments, yet here I am back at it again. A feeling that's none too foreign.
I'm speaking having downed 4 martini's. 3 Lemon drops, 1 of something the Bartender had concocted but I'd not remembered. It was irrelevant since the Lemon Drop was far superior. Note to self, when in Fullerton, head to the Matador for good dance music and excellent martini.
Alcohol makes one honest... is this the case? I'd like to think I AM honest. But TRUTHFULLY (ah yes, there in lies the rub) I am not always honest. How can you if you want to be a decent human being?? Nontheless I'm besides myself with confusion and an utter sense of... "god am I ever going to get this right". Will I ever get to where I need to be to NOT have this sense of repetitive failure. Or heartache. The heart ACHES.
I need more Lemon Drops to knock me out cold.
I hate it. Uncertainty. Not knowing if it's going to work out, I'm driven to tears. What is "it"? "It" is my life. My sanity. My happiness. The feeling of peace and contentment. It's not there. It's fragmented.... I'd hated on living on just pockets of happiness, fleeting moments, yet here I am back at it again. A feeling that's none too foreign.
I'm speaking having downed 4 martini's. 3 Lemon drops, 1 of something the Bartender had concocted but I'd not remembered. It was irrelevant since the Lemon Drop was far superior. Note to self, when in Fullerton, head to the Matador for good dance music and excellent martini.
Alcohol makes one honest... is this the case? I'd like to think I AM honest. But TRUTHFULLY (ah yes, there in lies the rub) I am not always honest. How can you if you want to be a decent human being?? Nontheless I'm besides myself with confusion and an utter sense of... "god am I ever going to get this right". Will I ever get to where I need to be to NOT have this sense of repetitive failure. Or heartache. The heart ACHES.
I need more Lemon Drops to knock me out cold.
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