Blank Doll says hi.

"Cover her. Mine eyes dazzled, she died young"

"Earth is a good place to love."

"Little honour to be much believed. Seeming! Seeming!"

"You have no idea how far I have fallen coming to America"

"...weak-eyed flabby devil of a rapacious and pitiless folly..."

"Wine and women are like sugar and sack."

Stay tuned for more Lit Quotes for the Day. :D

Meanwhile, back to my daily life which is obviously more important. Not to be snooty or anything but I'm not the one who spent my entire holidays cooped up at home poring through my books in some last ditch effort to score really well.Or worse, go to school and study/pose in the canteen.

Oops dear me. This applies to everyone but my dear friends in 2A01D who have all the right to pose in the canteen especially dear Sarah. I can just see her, ARMed with all her books and trooping over to the canteen, poring over her books like a war general pore over his maps in his ARMy camp.

Yay, two ARMs.

Ok, I digress. Was loitering around Taka yesterday in a vain attempt to decide which pair(s) of shoes I might want to buy. Looked in on Bally and heedful always of Jo's pearls of wisdom God bless her soul, Bruno Magli. I have decided that the Gucci kidskin half-boot with the halter bit will have to wait till the first cash in of my stock options. Besides, I'll be faced with the Shoe-Top Equivalence dilemma.

The Shoe-Top Equivalence Dilemma- The phenomenon whereby any utility gained from buying an expensive item of wear will in the long run be off-set by the utility lost via frustration at having nothing of similar value to go with it. The aforementioned Gucci boots for example, at the cost of US$1200, will soon lose its shine if one lacks a Zegna merino microfine jacket and matching pants, a Sea-Island 200s Thomas Pink shirt a pair of antique cabochon diamond cuff-links found at a Christie's sales, a pair of finely carded silk socks and a nine-folded silk tie cut at the bias from Brioni. The above outfit will no doubt cost at least ten grand, excluding the Gucci boots, and will soon force me to mortgage myself to Citibank.

And we're not even talking about owning a plantinum Vacheron-Constantin with all the complications you can fit into a watch. Was there a tourbillon? I presume so. I seem to recall a piece with a constellation theme.

Digressing again. Anyway, I couldn't find anything as yet but I do have a slight glimmer as to what I want. It will have to be a pair of black oxfords, although I still haven't decided on the material. Likely, it'll be suede or kidskin. I also want a pair of boots. This I know what I want. It should reach up my shin so that's a half-boot. It shall be black with a buckle in front instead of lace and it shall be kidskin. I like kidskin and suede so much because they don't crack, need shining and are comfy to wear. The only thing is, they're hell to care for and you can't get a whit of dirt on them or there's no cleaning it off.

After that, I went to Kino to look at books. Grabbed Fashion Babylon, was going to pay for it then remembered that someone in class had a Kino card. Was it Xiao Jun? If so I better borrow from her quick. Taschen has got this really cool costume book at the very low price of 95 bucks and if I don't get it soon, well, my skin will itch. So I'd better hurry and hunt down that person.

Met my French teacher while browsing through the French section. Always highly embarrassing since it's the same as meeting my Chinese teacher at a Chinese poetry reading place. Before he came to spoil the pleasure, I found a book called Les Sacres Vaches- Les Francais. Or something like that. It's about the things that the French hold dear and how that's going to have to change in the new century. Then there was this book which was really cute, Regime pour les parreseuses- not sure if I spelt that correctly but it means Diet for Lazies.

Given free rein of the bookstore, I think the first thing I'd cart of would be the Fashion Design and Architecture section followed by the History Section followed by the Sociology section and then because all of us have some flaws, the Fantasy section. Hey, at least I can't claim the dubious honour of having read the entire Harry Potter series like J K Rowling is Gibbon's incarnate and I certainly haven't found Tolkien because I watched the movie. (No, I never did bother watching the movie since I read the book in primary school, found it immensely boring and to my dismay, found that Tolkien had managed to inspire a whole legion of authors to follow in his footsteps forever after.)

Did I mention that my dear little sister was with me the entire time? Well, now I have. Went to the Food Hall afterwards to get some food. I have something to rant about. Why on earth do people whom the Straits Times interview for the Sunday Times always say they really, really love Singaporean hawker fare no matter what they have eaten before? I mean, I don't hate hawker fare (not yet) but I don't exactly love it and I could do pretty fine without it. I do not have the slightest craving for God forbid, chicken rice. Why the hell do everyone think about chicken rice when they think about Singapore anyway? I don't even like the stuff! Give me a nicely done chicken cordon bleu anyday. The point being, I think it's just a really stupid way to show patriotism to the country. We have so many wonderful things to boast of. One of the highest cab-to-people ratio in the world, the best government the world has ever seen, the economic miracle, a Jimmy Choo store of our own, Mr. Lee Kuan Yew, the Fullerton, our very own billionaires, the fact that our country went from nothing to this in enough years for our neighbours to seem as if they've gone the other way AND we can only boast about hawker fare.

Absurd. Might as well say you prefer Potong ice cream to a good tub of B&Js.

While I was discussing this with my sister. (We'll leave the rant about fast food for next) This woman asked us if we wanted chicken rice and we burst out laughing. Well, the timing was splendid. In defiance of all that, I went to the bakery, got myself a spinach and ham quiche, my sister a ham and egg pie and I dare say I enjoyed that far better than I would chicken rice.

We had dinner afterwards at Sun with Moon. The food there was passing fine and I really liked the presentation. We were sitted at this tiny alcove which was sort of cute. I had the chasoba with the yam paste as well as the cube steak tenderloin with the sesame mustard and the soy sauce. My mother had some unagi and clam rice while my sister ate the croquette with crab and cheese filling. We shared a salmon and avacado paper roll and a softshell crab and avacado maki. All very good. The dessert was mixed though. I liked the sesame pudding and the tofu cheesecake. The green tea Bavarian cream lacked green tea I thought and the kyodango was gross. Either that or I don't like dangos although I seem to recall liking the one I bought from Meidiya.

It was nice, eating and talking like that. Very much like the dinner we had with my dad at this other Japanese restaurant at Siglap the other day.

Ah well, today is a new day and I suppose I ought to study something if only I knew what. Maybe I will study econs. But I was thinking I should run through Woman Warrior to better prepare myself for the dancing and the singing for Cambridge.

Would rather mortgage myself to Citbank though.

C'est tout.