FerryFlight

Flap those little ears of yours

Guess who was here yesterday?
Kayven!

He was very fascinated by my yo-yo, which he pronounced as you-you, and he can’t do it for nuts. After a few tries, I gave up teaching him, so I hid it and said that it go eaten by a cupboard monster.

We moved on to a less tedious game called drawing. Just that Kayven didn’t want to draw on paper but on himself which is way more fun but but but, being underage, it had to be done under parental supervision which limited my canvas to less than the size of a 10-cents coin. But oh well, I think he liked it all the same.

Bad Hair Week

It’s been a week after my tragic haircut and seeing that it has grown about 4 millimeters longer, I have mustered enough courage to talk about it. I do regret cutting it and  whined for a very long time after leaving the salon, but I guess it is after all an experience. Although Witty Wilde may say that “Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes”, but it is easy for him to say that, I mean he has fluffy locks not bangs.

After taking a good long look at myself in the mirror, I realised that this haircut bears resemblance to that of many talented and successful people, or rather characters throughout age and across cultures. Firstly, my linear fringe (fine, bangs) reminds me very much of Captain Spock, whose ears I very much admire and love. When paired with the rest of my hair, I think I look like

1.) Cleopatra

2.) Willy Wonka

3.) Captain Spock

4.) V

All at once!

Things

How am I supposed to pretend, I never want to see you again

Although it has been a while since this, but, I have to brag about it. On the 26th last month, Vampire Weekend came to town and Ash and I had the good fortune of getting 2 tickets to the gig. It was amazing listening to them live, they sang all our favourites (California English was adorable and I died when he went “Honey with you-uu-uu-uu” for Run) and Erza has a funny accent which is sooooo cute!

I couldn’t find my camera and could only manage to grab an instant cam before leaving the house, which is why the picture is so pathetic, but ah well, better than none.

I rushed to pick up the phone but it was just a fax

Guess what? I’m listening to keroro’s soundtrack! Yayy.

On days like this, I want to live long

Yayy, finally met up with Su, mak and tang yesterday, it’s been such a long time since we’ve last seen each other (well, except mak whom I see every Sunday) and we are so telepathic. We were all in shades of blue! Talk about coincidence. Su in her pretty denim dress with matching flowers for her hair, Mak in her cheapskate blue shirt and Tang’s dress, we all loved it, especially the front details. Su and I did mani and pedi, I finally had the courage to try brighter colours, though I think I went overboard, hot pink toes! They look kinda scary.I’m in love with yesterday, Su has my slippers, Tang has Su’s ring, another chance for a meet up. 🙂

Kwassa kwassa

This is a really short one:
I just went down to HMV to get my Vampire Weekend by Vampire Weekend Album!
It’s their old album, I know, no biggie, but hey, I just got to know about it not too long ago, and it was sold out for so long. Anyway, I shouldn’t be here now, night night.

P.s. It’s so strange when the band name and album name are the same, it gets a little confusing.

These are a few of my favourite things: Traveller De Luxe

Boys/Men

This is a post dedicated to Jessica Sunshine, who has shown keen interest in understanding my view of the boys/men.

1.) Woody Allen


He is a cute old man with glasses that you would approve of. Not to mention an incredible genius.
I like/love him because he has a terrific sense of humour, and although I’ve only watched Annie Hall, I fell almost immediately for the way he speaks. I love it when someone can speak with so much wit that it made sense to me only when he is already on his third line (maybe I’m just not that clever).

 

2.) George Clooney

He is another cute old man, who has been a cute old man since young.
I like/love him because he is George Clooney! I mean, how can you not love George Clooney? Those eyes that smile, the deep lines on his forehead when he looks at you (through the TV screen), the way he never seemed to have aged. Ah!

 

3.) Will Cameron Jr

He is the guitarist of Blondelle who has red-hair.
I like/love him because he looks like he has grown thin on writing lyrics and thinking about his lost love that I just can’t help wanting to love him. (Although I doubt that really happened)

 

4.) Jude Law

He is a pretty face with a bad bad soul.
I like/love him because, how can I not. He is sooo good-looking, especially when paired with a the-world-loves-me-but-I-don’t-care attitude in The Talented Mr. Ripley, too tempting to not love.

5.) Nick O’Leary

He is the heart-broken soul from Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist.
I like/love him because he was so badly shattered when he fell out of love that you can’t help but want to give him a hug and tell him that the world is better without her (p.s. she cheated on you!). And did you watch the scene in the studio? Nick & Norah’s conversation was so cute! (I know Jessica wouldn’t approve of it, but it’s my favourite scene, I’m sorry. Cold hands!)

6.) Fukuyama Masaharu

He is an actor, singer, pretty face.
I like/love him because he has such deep eyes and he’s japanese (Yes, I know it’s shallow but it’s just like how you have a liking for Irish).

7.) Nagayama Eita

He is Japanese too!
I like/love him because he has the most beautiful and intriguing ears I have ever seen. I love elf ears and they look wonderful on him.

Yes, that should be it for now. I hope you cringed when you read this Sunshine.

 

Tweet-er

Jessica and I played a game while at Choupinette, it’s called, I don’t know, we haven’t thought that far but anyway, you draw birds on a piece of paper, take turns and don’t fight. Then whoever draws the last bird loses. While you are drawing, you can laugh at the ugly birds that your opponent draws and gosh, I realised that I don’t really know how kiwis look like until today.

Also, I think we got carried away/bored of drawing birds that we forgot to name the loser.