Changing the interface & display of my blog has crossed my mind just so many times. Looking at how many others have fanciful wallpapers, techy widgets & just so updated, as compared to my minimalistic blog. At each attempt, there's always a valid excuse to hold the thoughts back, like .. "oh, its late, i should sleep now." / "oh, there's always a tomorrow." ..
Today, I wish to officially announce the retirement of Life Capsule @ Blogspot. Posts being posted since a couple of years back will remain here, except for any new entries.
My migration will take place at LifeCapsule@Tumblr
I chanced upon Tumblr last night during my aimless blog surfing. I kinda like it. And i choose to keep my new bloggie minimalistic & tasteful, and yet just so functional - my style! It allows much customisation too, which took me quite a while to set up just my 'Comments' thread via CSS. Hey, but its all worthwhile and gratifying, to be able to create one's own. Best of all, interface is rather easy to use. Good for IT-handicapped ppl like me.
So yesh! Cya all at Tumblr as i start afresh (",)
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
No Fit
You Are Midtown |
 You love so many things, you don't fit into any one label. Your city girl persona goes to a fancy restaurant one night and a dive bar the next. |
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Me Girl
You Are 30% Boyish and 70% Girlish |
 Even if you're not a girl, you're very feminine. You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you. A bit of a emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down. But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible. |
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Birdie's Life
I was the very lady most know as Christy; young, restless, a blatant disrespect for rules and commitments, and periodically daring all consequences to catch up to my actions. Centuries have passed, and I haven't quite changed a bit.
It was a time where months were pegged to futile work and frivolous dates, all but a sustenance to fill a void soul. Given an opportunity to return to the past, there's just so many things I wanna make right.
It was in the fall of this evening, I disrespected my Tuesday by heading home early straight after work. On my way home, with the wait at the traffic, while my attention span being so grossly limited with idiotic people kept crossing into my path, my eyes met at this black crow-look-alike creature. Its a birdie, trying to cross the road.
Birdie was hopping senselessly (but fast), and at times i caught it tweaking its head to the left as if its watching out for any oncoming cars. Maybe it was. I constantly reminded myself that its wrong to be wishing Birdie a traffic accident, but I also know that it is a cardinal sin to be wasting a smashing gory scene. I'm sicko, I know.
That aside, at that instance, I have also wondered why Birdie chose to hop, when it could have FLOWN & SOARED across the road & above the cars! NO. Birdie is not a risk-taker. Its really just dumb. We don't call anyone dumb a bird-brain for no reasons.
This blog didn't seem to gel and make sense eh.. but thats me. My life seldom gels and is a layer of contradictions.
But its all satisfying, after all the writing.
Oh.. my younger sis just called from Beijing. Damn.. I miss her soooo much.
It was a time where months were pegged to futile work and frivolous dates, all but a sustenance to fill a void soul. Given an opportunity to return to the past, there's just so many things I wanna make right.
It was in the fall of this evening, I disrespected my Tuesday by heading home early straight after work. On my way home, with the wait at the traffic, while my attention span being so grossly limited with idiotic people kept crossing into my path, my eyes met at this black crow-look-alike creature. Its a birdie, trying to cross the road.
Birdie was hopping senselessly (but fast), and at times i caught it tweaking its head to the left as if its watching out for any oncoming cars. Maybe it was. I constantly reminded myself that its wrong to be wishing Birdie a traffic accident, but I also know that it is a cardinal sin to be wasting a smashing gory scene. I'm sicko, I know.
That aside, at that instance, I have also wondered why Birdie chose to hop, when it could have FLOWN & SOARED across the road & above the cars! NO. Birdie is not a risk-taker. Its really just dumb. We don't call anyone dumb a bird-brain for no reasons.
This blog didn't seem to gel and make sense eh.. but thats me. My life seldom gels and is a layer of contradictions.
But its all satisfying, after all the writing.
Oh.. my younger sis just called from Beijing. Damn.. I miss her soooo much.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Glory Gone
Yesterday, tot i'd have the most fruitful, fun & friends-filled day. Its good to face & interact with the world again! Okie, here's what i've achieved and the agenda of my typical power-packed day:
8am & prior: Stuck in Lala Land.
8am-nish : Dragged myself off bed.
8.20am : At coffeeshop, waiting annoyingly for my breakfast. So slow.
8.40am : Gobbling my breakfast & reading papers.
9.20am : Realised i'm gonna be late for appt. Panicked. But refused to take cab.
9.30am : Left home.. feeling damn guilty.. - took too long savouring my meal.
9.50am : Boarded train. Appt at 10am. Hee..
9.52am : Ms A. called. She late. And her friend picking us up somewhere.
9.54am : I felt relieved & thankful i'm not cabbing.
10.20am : Reached Jurong West Recreation & Sport Centre.
10.25am : Badminton begins!
10.50am : Lost my first double match. And buttocks pain. Weird.
10.53am : Right arm pain.
10.55am : Quadriceps pain.
11.25am : Won my first double match. Credit goes to my partner in crime, Mr W.
11.30am : Discovered a mini dark-purpled bruise on my right knee-cap. Horror.
11.58am : Lost my third double match. Think Ms A. has given up pairing with me.
12.30pm : Sent home. Felt gd. Will be going back for more.
12.32pm : Worried. Every inch of my body pain, except face.
12.50pm : A bit of housework - clothes folding, ironing, rubbish clearing.
1.30pm : Showered. I'm scented.
1.40pm : Cooked myself Tung-I chicken abalone instant me.
1.55pm : Brewed some tea.
2.20pm : TVB, Mee, Tea, In-house KTV, Nap.
3.45pm : Mum returned.
4.15pm : Am not ready yet. Late for appt @ 5pm .. hee
4.40pm : Mr J. texted to say meet later, he had a visitor.
5.30pm : Cabbed & reached ECP - $20.30 - Horror.
5.31pm : Hated my cabbie driver-He's rude and embarrassed coz i've to direct him.
5.35pm : Reader Digesting alone at Mac. Mr J. not picking up my call.
6.05pm : Called again. Summoned to meet at Big Splash.
6.15pm : Rented a pair of skates. Lugged my canvas back. Skated lor. Tired.
6.30pm : Reached & nearly died - Wind gusty. Siamming the kiddos. Legs wobbling.
6.35pm : Met Mr B. accidentally at his shop. We had our PR chat.
7pm : We are ready to skate.
7.23pm : Reached Bedok Jetty. Relieved. Legs still wobbling.
7.25pm : Mr J. met Mr I. They chatted and ignored me. No intro at all! Horror.
7.35pm : Didn't care, i joined in. Hee..
8.05pm : Bye Bedok Jetty. Heading back Big Splash. Horror.
8.30pm : Reached. Nearly died again.
9pm : Dinner @ Hongkong cafe.
(Gotten some real cool directions & advice from chat. Glad)
10.30pm : Sent home. Totally Drained.
10.40pm : Caught up with sis.
11.50pm : Realised.. the pain everywhere still existed, except fingers & face.
11.52pm : Reflecting. Such pain wouldn't happened given 3 years ago.
12.05pm : Entered LaLa Land. Glory Gone.
* Characters depicted above are protected & not revealing their names.
* Mind the grammatical errors above pls.
8am & prior: Stuck in Lala Land.
8am-nish : Dragged myself off bed.
8.20am : At coffeeshop, waiting annoyingly for my breakfast. So slow.
8.40am : Gobbling my breakfast & reading papers.
9.20am : Realised i'm gonna be late for appt. Panicked. But refused to take cab.
9.30am : Left home.. feeling damn guilty.. - took too long savouring my meal.
9.50am : Boarded train. Appt at 10am. Hee..
9.52am : Ms A. called. She late. And her friend picking us up somewhere.
9.54am : I felt relieved & thankful i'm not cabbing.
10.20am : Reached Jurong West Recreation & Sport Centre.
10.25am : Badminton begins!
10.50am : Lost my first double match. And buttocks pain. Weird.
10.53am : Right arm pain.
10.55am : Quadriceps pain.
11.25am : Won my first double match. Credit goes to my partner in crime, Mr W.
11.30am : Discovered a mini dark-purpled bruise on my right knee-cap. Horror.
11.58am : Lost my third double match. Think Ms A. has given up pairing with me.
12.30pm : Sent home. Felt gd. Will be going back for more.
12.32pm : Worried. Every inch of my body pain, except face.
12.50pm : A bit of housework - clothes folding, ironing, rubbish clearing.
1.30pm : Showered. I'm scented.
1.40pm : Cooked myself Tung-I chicken abalone instant me.
1.55pm : Brewed some tea.
2.20pm : TVB, Mee, Tea, In-house KTV, Nap.
3.45pm : Mum returned.
4.15pm : Am not ready yet. Late for appt @ 5pm .. hee
4.40pm : Mr J. texted to say meet later, he had a visitor.
5.30pm : Cabbed & reached ECP - $20.30 - Horror.
5.31pm : Hated my cabbie driver-He's rude and embarrassed coz i've to direct him.
5.35pm : Reader Digesting alone at Mac. Mr J. not picking up my call.
6.05pm : Called again. Summoned to meet at Big Splash.
6.15pm : Rented a pair of skates. Lugged my canvas back. Skated lor. Tired.
6.30pm : Reached & nearly died - Wind gusty. Siamming the kiddos. Legs wobbling.
6.35pm : Met Mr B. accidentally at his shop. We had our PR chat.
7pm : We are ready to skate.
7.23pm : Reached Bedok Jetty. Relieved. Legs still wobbling.
7.25pm : Mr J. met Mr I. They chatted and ignored me. No intro at all! Horror.
7.35pm : Didn't care, i joined in. Hee..
8.05pm : Bye Bedok Jetty. Heading back Big Splash. Horror.
8.30pm : Reached. Nearly died again.
9pm : Dinner @ Hongkong cafe.
(Gotten some real cool directions & advice from chat. Glad)
10.30pm : Sent home. Totally Drained.
10.40pm : Caught up with sis.
11.50pm : Realised.. the pain everywhere still existed, except fingers & face.
11.52pm : Reflecting. Such pain wouldn't happened given 3 years ago.
12.05pm : Entered LaLa Land. Glory Gone.
* Characters depicted above are protected & not revealing their names.
* Mind the grammatical errors above pls.
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