Tea like a lady
Earl grey tea and Cucumber sandwiches in a rainy afternoon....Aah, the life..
土曜日, 7月 28, 2007
木曜日, 7月 26, 2007
O Tell Me The Truth About Love
I came across a verse of this poem on the billboard (in green writings) when I was in the subway one day during my trip in NYC. I thought it was very interesting, and would like to share it with you.
Some say that love's a little boy,
And some say it's a bird,
Some say it makes the world go round,
And some say that's absurd,
And when I asked the man next-door,
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed,
And said it wouldn't do.
Does it look like a pair of pajamas,
Or the ham in a temperance hotel?
Does it's odour remind one of llamas,
Or has it a comforting smell?
Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,
Or soft as eiderdown fluff?
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?
O tell me the truth about love.
Our history books refer to it
In cryptic little notes,
It's quite a common topic on
The Transatlantic boats;
I've found the subject mentioned in
Accounts of suicides,
And even seen it scribbled on
The backs of railway-guides.
Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or a Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like Classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.
I looked inside the summer-house;
it wasn't ever there:
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,
And Brighton's bracing air.
I don't know what the blackbird sang,
Or what the tulip said;
But it wasn't in the chicken-run,
Or underneath the bed.
Can it pull extraordinary faces?
Is it usually sick on a swing?
Does it spend all it's time at the races,
Or fiddling with pieces of string?
Has it views of it's own about money?
Does it think Patriotism enough?
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.
When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I'm picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my shoes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.
W.H. Auden
Some say that love's a little boy,
And some say it's a bird,
Some say it makes the world go round,
And some say that's absurd,
And when I asked the man next-door,
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed,
And said it wouldn't do.
Does it look like a pair of pajamas,
Or the ham in a temperance hotel?
Does it's odour remind one of llamas,
Or has it a comforting smell?
Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,
Or soft as eiderdown fluff?
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?
O tell me the truth about love.
Our history books refer to it
In cryptic little notes,
It's quite a common topic on
The Transatlantic boats;
I've found the subject mentioned in
Accounts of suicides,
And even seen it scribbled on
The backs of railway-guides.
Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or a Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like Classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.
I looked inside the summer-house;
it wasn't ever there:
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,
And Brighton's bracing air.
I don't know what the blackbird sang,
Or what the tulip said;
But it wasn't in the chicken-run,
Or underneath the bed.
Can it pull extraordinary faces?
Is it usually sick on a swing?
Does it spend all it's time at the races,
Or fiddling with pieces of string?
Has it views of it's own about money?
Does it think Patriotism enough?
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.
When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I'm picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my shoes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.
W.H. Auden
火曜日, 7月 24, 2007
A little bit of everything.
A long night's wait.
And I went to museums and exhibitions which most of them prohibited cameras (which are mostly the most interesting ones). Too bad. So the only thing I have here are dinosaur fossils and real live frogs.
three little froggies playing hide and seek.
Other than all these fun, we went to FAO toy store, which I found the Harry Potter's sorting hat, which told me I don't belong in Hogwarts.
"Too muggly for Hogwarts!"
I had interesting food during this trip to NY. I had Takoyaki (sotong balls) and some other yaki which is an egg pancake with cabbage and squid and carrots. Then I had cream puffs. And a Taro basket (fat put). And also a cupful of rich cold chocolate. Others were the usual favourites dim sum and bubble milk tea and a little wee bit of lobster. ^^
It was a good trip considering its a budgeted trip. Check album out for more pictures.
It was a good trip considering its a budgeted trip. Check album out for more pictures.
月曜日, 7月 23, 2007
Back.
木曜日, 7月 12, 2007
うれしいね！！
6 is the number of days till I get my hands on one of those Anya Hindmarch!
I am getting so excited over this trip to NYC. This will be my last one till I get a job and if lucky enough permanently stay there for a while. And due to this reason, this will also be the ultimate gastronomical quest, which also means, I'll be strictly eating cheap but most importantly high rated food.
And also JK, I will be going to the zoo. *hint*wink*whispersoutLOUD* OKAPI!!
I am getting so excited over this trip to NYC. This will be my last one till I get a job and if lucky enough permanently stay there for a while. And due to this reason, this will also be the ultimate gastronomical quest, which also means, I'll be strictly eating cheap but most importantly high rated food.
And also JK, I will be going to the zoo. *hint*wink*whispersoutLOUD* OKAPI!!
水曜日, 7月 11, 2007
Moos and Ciel
月曜日, 7月 09, 2007
I'm not a plastic bag - II
After much begging and pleading for the bag, I think I better listen to my mom's advice that only me myself can help myself in solving this problem.
I am so getting my hands on one of the bags. It had been a blast in the Asian countries causing much chaos and now totally sold out.
This will be my second time doing crazy thing like waiting during wee hours for a store to open and be one of the first in line to get the bag since the Malaysia Ikea opening. ( I was the first customer lined up and I got bloody nothing from them.
).
The plan is to get down to NYC, go look around the store before the big day, and go there 3 am on that very day. Three per customer, so it'll be two for me and one for mom. No, I ain't selling it or giving it away. Unless HS would want to give away the three that he's going to get.
Countdown: 9 days before I get my precious bag.
I am so getting my hands on one of the bags. It had been a blast in the Asian countries causing much chaos and now totally sold out.
This will be my second time doing crazy thing like waiting during wee hours for a store to open and be one of the first in line to get the bag since the Malaysia Ikea opening. ( I was the first customer lined up and I got bloody nothing from them.
).The plan is to get down to NYC, go look around the store before the big day, and go there 3 am on that very day. Three per customer, so it'll be two for me and one for mom. No, I ain't selling it or giving it away. Unless HS would want to give away the three that he's going to get.
Countdown: 9 days before I get my precious bag.
日曜日, 7月 08, 2007
Taste of Buffalo.
Danny is finally back from his road trip.
So together we went to the the Annual Taste of Buffalo in Downtown.
Basically this event is am annual affair with all the restaurants in Buffalo area setting up booths selling portions of their signature food for testing. It's kinda fun.
We walked around with our coupons on our hands and start searching for food. Some of the more noted food were the soft serve tangerine ice cream, and corn on the cob. The corn is so sweet as if it had been cooked with syrup. Two thumbs up.
We also had black cajun shrimp. And HS was having lotsa fun eating it.
While waiting , I took a picture for three of them and suddenly this Bro came over...into my picture. HS was awkward, Danny and Taiboon was like 'what?', the Bro's wife was laughing, and it was such a fun event, then I thought, why not?
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