sproingy springy spring

over at borders, i sat comfortably in an armchair, visually devouring magazines because i'm too stingy to buy them an artist suffering financially for my craft. i was suckered into making these marshmallow ghosties to surprise the flatmate for halloween last week, after i went all goo-goo-ga-ga over this image from martha stewart's october living magazine. yeah, i actually browse those auntiefied magazines, thanks very much. the boy next to me sat leafing through some motorcycle glossies, which added to the auntieness. the ghosties were yum, as all grilled marshmallows are - though their beady candy eyes begged us for mercy. felt quite bad eating them with such gusto, like the usual guilt that accompanies my greedy feasting on the bodies of easter bunnies. to nibble on the ears first, or start with the tail?



amidst the post-presentation activities, the rains came. much needed by the beleaguered aussie farmers. i heard it coming down hard on the roof above me, and snuggled deeper into my duvet. it was gray all day, and i stayed indoors snug and warm. it is a luxurious feeling to be safely indoors.

observing other postgrad candidates' examinations, i must admit to being a little green-eyed when they have gone well. is it so bad to wish that they don't use up all the good karma for exams, so that when it's my turn next year, i might have a small chance? i am happy for them, truly, i am. and i heartily tell them so afterwards, with hugs, flowers, smiles and a weight in my heart. jealous bastards don't get far in life, i'm sure, but is it just so bad to crave others' success?



the interior: the inside, safely being within. shelter and comfort and intimacy. sunning the winter blanket can only mean one thing (besides bed bugs, that is): it heralds the warm weather. when the outside is harsh or discomforting, the inside protects and tucks a person away, and hides her til she is again ready to face the outside. there used to be a game i played, creating a canopy of blankets over my grandmother's pillows and books. and while she busied herself writing on the bed, i believed she couldn't see me when i disappeared into my kingdom.



besides the change from hearty breakfast toasties, and stews and filling hot soups, warm weather brings about lighter foods like cereal and milk, and salads. what looked like a slug amongst our leafy greens turned out only to be an anchovy in disguise. smoked anchovies are quite the thing with our salads and pastas these days - i'm starting to try out, and actually like some stuff i'd normally never touch back in singapore. oh, but i am counting down the days til i reach the sunny, tropical, humid shores of home.