Posted by: rarasrumanti | February 2, 2009

water on laptop

water near laptop is bad news

water on laptop is worse

only for some

only for some

The weekend was such a blur. Stayed at home trying to finish documents due Monday. Reminded me so much of school days. You know how when you least want things to go wrong they just somehow manage to go wrong? So obviously this weekend was one of those days. I spilled grass jelly (not a drink I want to drink again) on S’s laptop. My goodness was it sticky. And for a few minutes I just stood there hoping it would all disappear by itself which of course did not happen. Yes, I killed his long-loved laptop that day… Murder by grass jelly.

May you rest in peace oh laptop-with-expired-warranty…

Posted by: rarasrumanti | February 1, 2009

just nice

spot the bird

spot the bird

On Flickr.

Had to look closely at the bird for a few minutes. Just what I need.

Night…

Posted by: rarasrumanti | January 31, 2009

it’s not the locust’s fault

Woke up this morning and the first news that caught my baggy eyes was this. (Come on click on it). It’s pretty fascinating stuff.

scary ain't it

scary ain't it

I always thought that the solitary one (i.e. the green locust) is not the swarming type. This news woke me up (well maybe not that dramatic, but still…).

hulk in reverse color

hulk in reverse color

Somehow this makes me think of the students I work with. Just like them, it’s not the locusts’ fault to get all steamed up and desperate. It’s just the way the little chemical in their little brains work its magic. If the locust can control it don’t you think it wants to stay calm and green? If the locust keeps doing the same thing over and over even when its told very firmly to sit down and write on little yellow papers, doesn’t it tell you something? Doesn’t it tell you that maybe you should figure out another way to deal with it? Maybe… maybe the solution isn’t little yellow papers. If we can’t manipulate the little chemical in its little brain, maybe… maybe we should just learn to accept and let nature takes its course. Let locusts be locusts.

good night loved ones…

Posted by: rarasrumanti | January 28, 2009

no way…

persistent jellyfish

persistent jellyfish

Is this true?? Just found this on the internet! Oh, come on!

If this is true, then this article is not that helpful. What do these jellyfish eat? What feed on them? How do you get rid of them?What’s their purpose?

On the other hand, it’s kinda awesome what this world can come up with. It’s like life imitates art. Suddenly you hear news of giant squids that you used to watch in 80s science fiction (electro music in the background).

So keep an eye when you go diving or snorkeling, you might run into these (it’s only 5mm long though).

With this I say good night…

Posted by: rarasrumanti | January 27, 2009

it was a pretty long weekend

Yes, it was indeed.

Friday: Went around Clarke & Boat Quay with T, a friend from work, celebrating her early birthday. We just walked and walked and walked and laughed a lot. The weather was nice and windy and did not help the hair department. I thought it would be more crowded, being Chinese New Year’s Eve and all.

night at clarke quay

night at clarke quay

Saturday: Lazed around. Was suppose to do some work but didn’t. Yes yes procrastinating, one of the things we’re all quite good at. S played WOW and dinner date got postponed (again).

Sunday: Went to church with M (fellow countrywoman :P). The sermon was not as good as I hoped it would be and I just remember yawning. The fried rice afterwards was good though. It tasted similar to the ones sold in the homeland neighbourhood. yumm!

And then off to Asian Civilizations Museum, at last. I got in for free with my “old” student card. Yeehaa. So weird that there is no expiry date on it. For all they know I could be a student till I’m 70. Like a life time free membership to museums. It was lovely. There were a decent amount of Indonesian artifacts being displayed which I was pleased to see and show-tell to S as if I knew so much about them. It turned out that around the 80s Singaporeans actually cleaned up the whole river. I guess 20 yrs is enough time to undo all that. After ACM, we enjoyed Spanish dishes which were to die for… super yum! Too bad we ordered too much like most of the time and S does not do doggie-bags so…. ah well.

asian-civilisation-museum

Asian Civilisations Museum

Monday: Doubt and Changeling with X (that’s actually her initial). Doubt felt empty and Changeling was draining. I felt like Changeling was more worth the 10 bucks.

Tuesday: Lazy Day

Off to sleep now.

Oh.. and my attempt at being captured in such a nice setting.

at the hallway

at the hallway

night!

Posted by: rarasrumanti | October 11, 2007

cooking

It’s been a long time since I wrote here. sigh.. leaving aside twenty minutes every day just to write something that’s not even always half decent is actually not that easy. whoa what a downer.

anyway, for the past few weeks i’ve been getting in touch with my cooking skills. it’s so liberating. i love love love it now. cooking is a great way to combat stress and just to let go and wind down. everything about cooking is so great including the preparation part. like shopping for the spices and ingredients, cutting them down to bits, buying and using sophisticated utensils. it’s just such a lovely way to past time and if you’re lucky you can eat what you cooked. (such a revelation this was. hehe) i haven’t actually been cooking that many recipes, in fact i’ve just managed to tackle two recipes. so you can imagine the variety of food i’ve been eating these days.

uhm.. this is it for now, must return to more serious work (read: school stuff).

Posted by: rarasrumanti | October 2, 2007

scatter

it is where the heart is

migration ignites cumbersome sense of physical displacement

attempt to recapture memory

never there

elusive

memory is preoccupation 

looking through a telescope in reverse

home 

(the end)

Posted by: rarasrumanti | October 2, 2007

home

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
I still feel alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It’ll all be right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

 

(Michael Buble)

… to be continued

Posted by: rarasrumanti | September 28, 2007

must stay awake

ten ways to not fall asleep:

1. avoid eating carbs, go with fruits (sour ones) instead.

2. do not study on your bed, better yet, do not look at your bed at all.

3. watch the news and read newspapers, it’s so filled with terror and chaos that you feel guilty for sleeping when you should be doing other things, like save the world and stuff.

4. go to the library to study and ask your most dilligent friend to come with you.

5. take a cold shower

6. run around the room for a while with an upbeat song playing in the background.

7. put textbooks, paper, and dirty laundry on your bed.

8. read aloud

9. call your chatterbox friend

10. go shopping

Posted by: rarasrumanti | September 25, 2007

weekending

Visit Chinese Garden, watch a politically satirical play, and shop at Little India are a few examples of the many ways one can spend their weekend amidst the so-called kiasu and fast-paced Singapore.

Saturday night came and I was still unsure if there’s anything out there worth spending time and energy on. After much googling, S and I finally decided to go see the lantern festival at Chinese Garden.

The Chinese Garden in Singapore was built in 1975 by Taiwanese Yuen-chen Yu. It tries to capture the intricate details culturally specific of China. That night, visitors were presented by lanterns with an underwater world theme which created a rather awkwardly stark contrast with the supposedly ancient feel of the garden. S noted that there was nothing exceptionally special with the lanterns. “They’re nothing but paper with light inside. What’s the big deal?” Not having the luxury to go out that much, I actually thought, despite the cheap attempt at modern theme/traditional method (?) lighting effect, the whole atmosphere of the place was quite serene and lovely. One thing that caught my eye was a statue of the Chinese thinker, Confucius, with a caption of his idealism on public society placed not far from the entrance. Although it did seem slightly odd to see such a towering figure placed among the assemblies of penguins, oceanic fish, polar bears and the likes. I wonder if the place would’ve been more enjoyable without all those lights.

The next day, due to a class I’m taking, I went to catch a play titled “The Campaign to Confer the Public Service Star on JBJ“. As an amateur play-spectator, I was sceptical about what the play had to offer and worried that I might just fall asleep inside the theatre. It actually turned out to be better than expected. This play of two cast members was written by Singaporean Eleanor Wong. It used a lot of puns and draws on Singaporean political references some of which were unfortunately lost on me at the time. (Excuse me for not being particularly interested in the political history of Singapore). Double entendres reverberated on various different levels of the play. The fast dialogues between different characters were witty, smart and entertaining although many of the jokes required basic understanding of the political arena of Singapore. All in all, I and many other audience members were not disappointed.

For dinner, S and I went to Little India. A tourist attraction that once served as a segregated ethnic settlement of Indian immigrants. It was jam packed with people, well… men really. There was virtually no women on the streets. We had North Indian food which was divine and went to browse at the 24/7 (yes, 24/7!!) shopping centre, Mustafa. Much like its more famous and swank counterpart, Harrods, shoppers can get basically anything there. It’s truly a one-stop shop. I enjoyed the atmosphere of the neighborhood that night, as we elbowed our way along its sidewalk.

I must admit, this weekend made me feel somewhat worldly. hehe.

chinese garden

 

the play

 

 little india

 

 

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