| Thursday, August 30, 2007 |
| i think i'm crazy, mad, silly, stupid, out of my mind... |
But what the hell (excuse the language), this sort of thing doesn't happen everyday, not in my life, for sure. Maybe not in anybody's life either, unless you are some sort of character in a novel.
It all feels like a dream; I don't even know what is real and what is not anymore. I wish and hope desperately (well, almost) that everything is real, but...
DONNO LAH!!! LOL.
Like I said, I'm mad!
This line describes it completely: Virtual insanity is what we're living in... (from the song Virtual Insanity by Jamiroquai)
Sorry for one of those cryptic blog posts; I would love to tell the whole world but you might not wanna be my friend anymore because you think I should be in IMH. :D
Ok, that's a gross exaggeration, but I'm mad.
But, like a not-so-wise, good friend once said: We are young, let's go and do silly things. |
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| Wednesday, August 22, 2007 |
| putting off bedtime again |
I was searching the 'net for some quotes I could use in my PR speech. Didn't use any in the end, but found some meaningful ones...
Miracles: You do not have to look for them. They are there, 24-7, beaming like radio waves all around you.
- Hugh Elliott, Standing Room Only weblog, May 6, 2003
You just need to open your eyes, shall I add. I like this one, because I've always believed the same thing, although I occasionally need to be reminded. This was a good time to be reminded. That I am alive and well right now is a miracle. That I breathe without having to think about it. That my heart pumps around the clock. That Jesus came for me when I didn't want Him. That I am forgiven an eternity of sin. That He loves me.
Come to think of it...the wisdom tooth hurts a lot less today. Praise God! :)
We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves.
- Lynn Hall, Where Have All the Tigers Gone?, 1989
Time does not change us. It just unfolds us.
- Max Frisch
The last two are rather similar, but I like the way both Hall and Frisch put it. That growing up is a process of clarification and unfolding. That I don't change, I am only growing more into me. That things will only become clearer - my place in this world, in His world. That if I seem different or look different to you today, it is only because another piece of me has been uncovered.
I'm glad he knows every piece of me and loves me still.
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| posted by esther @ 3:00 AM |
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| a hairstylist's job is not just to style hair |
 Yes I know it's a black top; I'll cam-whore again when I wear a different colour tomorrow :P
Well, I did it.
Cut my hair short!
Really really really love my new hairstyle.
Love the swishing and bouncing action whenever I run/skip somewhere... Ok only in my house. Don't ask me why I run and skip in my house. I do a lot of other things I don't want you to know about in my house xP
Love the lightness of my hair, the way it sweeps across the back of my neck when I move my head. Love the Change! Yay! No more having to adjust my hair whenever I 'put on' my shoulder bag (put on??) to prevent it from being trapped under the straps. No more having to adjust my hair on my pillow so that I won't pull it by accident when I turn in my bed. No more embarrassing and yucky moments when I accidentally dip my hair into my food. No more fumbling with my overly-long fringe!
I probably won't keep this haircut for long, though. My hair is naturally all kinds of curly, wavy, messy and frizzy. Keeping it at my current length (shoulder length) is not practical as it needs to be relatively straight for it to look nice... The only other way is to go long, so that the weight of the hair itself keeps it straight! Besides, I do like long hair. Yes, very traditional, haha.
But for now I lurrrrrrve my short hair! Boing Boing!
My hairstylist at Kimage Funan was very entertaining today (hence the title). He told me that he'd recently adopted a stray bitch pup, but that he didn't want to spay her because he wanted her to "have a life of her own" when she's outside the house. I was thinking, "How's a dog supposed to have a life of her own??? You mean you want her to find her own life partner...?" But maybe he is one of those people who really treat their pets like their children...which is really not up to me to judge, as long as he treats the little thing well. He even showed me a picture of the puppy on his handphone... and he was like half-naked in the picture. O.o
Anyways, the puppy is awfully cute. All babies are cute! (And then they have to go and grow up.)
He told me about how he used to be interested in Psychology and go to the library to borrow books (he likes to read) on the subject.
Then he told me that he couldn't live without music, and that if you ever put him on an island all he would want is a radio that operated by solar power.
When the song Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado came on the radio, he said he used to pronounce it as "promis-cous" until he asked a customer of his who is Thai but raised in New York. Actually now that I am recounting it, I realised that he was really detailed!
And the kicker: He told me he'd dubbed an ex-colleague Promiscuous Penis! What that is supposed to mean and how it came about, is really up to your fecund and dirty imaginations....muahahaha. But I was really amused. First time having a hairstylist talk so frankly about things like dogs menstruating and er, penis...
Anyway, he was very nice lah. Very patient as well, even though I was awfully indecisive at the beginning, about whether I wanted to straighten my hair or not. I liked that he didn't 'force' me into buying anything too... yeah, I can always say no but sometimes it is so annoying when the salesperson keeps throwing things at you. It's bad service!
Oh - poor Halima was with me most of the time...it ended up talking a very long time because of the hair straightening. She sat there and sat there and read Cleo and read her manga until she finished it...I was supposed to go with her to Peninsula Plaza after everything was over...but in the end she had to go home early cos' her mom wanted her to buy something!
Sometimes he talked to me when she was there, and when he went away I would tell her what he'd just told me. She said she'd thought that he was talking about my hair! Someone even gave her a bottle of Kimage bottled water (yes they actually have this kind of thing). A bottle of water for the longsuffering friend! Haha!
When she decided to take up his suggestion of going to Peninsula first, he said she could leave her bag there. But she wanted to take it along (donno why?) and he said, "Got gold inside?"
"Yeah," said my longsuffering friend.
"Good for you," said Edmund/Edmond.
(Of all names he has to have the name of my previous caregroup leader...haha)
I also saw this hairstylist who looked like your average kopitiam ah pek! Heard him asking his client, "Do you have a boyfriend now?"
There was also this old rocker dude with a huge curly sort of mohawk!
The Funan Kimage seems to have a lot more male stylists than female ones. It's usually the other way round in any hair salon. Is it because the majority of the consumers at Funan is male? But wouldn't they prefer female hairstylists then?
Actually I really cannot imagine one of them cutting a man's hair. And washing their hair and things like that. In fact, all the guys I saw having their hair washed were having it done by a lady! Ahah!
Getting a new hairstyle tends to make me do things I may regret later, such as:
Now you have seen a side of me you have never seen before. Don't I have nice curtains! |
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| Tuesday, August 21, 2007 |
| cos' i'm putting off bedtime |
Neh neh neh neh neh. xP
Actually I am sleepy, but...
As Tracy will say, "NEH MIND!!"
Lol.
I finished my PR assignment early! Woohoo!!! Was supposed to write a speech to members of an organisation, and I chose...
The Singapore Hainanese Association.
Muahaha!
I'm not Hainanese; my dad's Teochew and my mom's Hokkien so I'm...mixed? xP
I've often noticed the building (very near Suntec) and the other day, while roaming around the strange land of Temasek, Yunxuan pointed it out and told us that she was actually a member (omg). Apparently her dad had forced her to join it! :O
Anyway, I was very amused by the whole thing and so I decided to go with it...
Was pretty fun coming up with imaginary plans to 'revitalise' the image of the association. I dubbed it "Revitalise! 2007". Lol...pretty fun coming up with names for imaginary presidents and committee members as well. One of them is called Yunxuan and she is the Youth Ambassador! Lol!
I need a haircut but I'm feeling really lazy to go to the hairdresser. I kinda feeling like cutting my hair short - not short short but medium short, maybe around shoulder-length or a bit shorter? Tired of getting my hair into everything: food (twice); under the straps of my bag, people's armpits.... okok the last one is fake. It really did happen to me once though, when someone put her arm around my shoulders. Ew...
And I probably have to pay a visit to the dentist in the near future to excise my wisdom teeth...meh! I have one growing out now, and it's really annoying~
On the other hand, I'm really looking forward to going for this Jap Summer Festival with Bizhu this Saturday!!! Wheee~ She wants to wear her yukata there, and they are renting out yukatas for $2 I think. Maybe I can try one, hopefully I don't look too dumpling-ish in it! Lol. I'll have to wake up earlier to finish my household chores...but otherwise...Yay yay. |
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| Monday, August 20, 2007 |
| misc stuff |
I find it funny that I actually have to email (some of) my friends to set up meetings and things like that.
Had weekend class today, and now I keep thinking today is Monday. Anyways, weekend class is when the Australian lecturers come down and lecture (slip of the hand lol) teach us... it's compulsory to attend, or we fail the entire unit. This sem's weekend class has got to be the most relaxed one ever! Partly because the lecturer wasn't sure what to cover with us... The last time I got this guy (Graham Coleman - not the grumpy one) for weekend class, it was a very hectic one in which he basically talked and talked and talked for 3 hours straight...at the end of which I remember nothing but vague equations. I always feel like I need to shake my head to clear it after listening to/doing maths-related stuff. Lol.
I actually came up in the lift with Graham and this other classmate! "Nice way to spend your Sunday isn't it?" he said. Yeah...very nice indeed. At least I didn't waste time and completed most of my SPSS exercises :D :D :D But I did them without knowing what I was doing most of the time, which is not so good :P :X :S Have to go and read the textbook!
Graham actually opened the door (not the lift door, a proper door) for us, I thought that was really nice. I mean, he's like our professor and he's so much older! He looks a little bit like Santa Claus, white beard and all. Haha. He had this funny habit of pulling up his pants whenever it slid down over his balloon-like (more hot-air balloon proportions than normal party balloons) belly...
I still have tales of Marco Polo and his Amazing Guides in the strange land of Temasek (Part 2: Beer in the Highlanders; Part 3: A Wild Night at MOS and the Aftermath) to blog about, but it's kinda late now and I'm thinking of starting my PR assignment...so tata!
(Oh yeah, Marco Polo has read this blog...he said I have very good memory. Hee. Although, I wish I had photographic memory so that I can remember every single thing I read in my textbooks... Our famous and brave explorer has left us to traverse the strange lands of Malaysia and Thailand though, so this will be the last of the Marco Polo series...until I get the pics from him and Hannah!) |
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| Monday, August 13, 2007 |
| the adventures of marco polo and his guides on the strange island of temasek |
Ok, Marco Polo's last name isn't even Polo, it's something that Sheena came up with upon learning that Hannah's NZ exchange friend (who is actually German) was called Marco. It hadn't crossed my mind at all, and I thought it was really funny so it kinda stuck. Of course I don't call him that to his face...
Hannah wanted to bring him to Sheena's mom's fruit shop (technically it's her dad's, but somehow I just think of it as her mom's) today, so I met them after last service today, along with Tommy and Yunxuan. They'd been cycling at Ubin the whole day, so all arrived clad in shorts and sports shoes. Yunxuan had fallen down on the rocks so she had bandages on her arm, knee and a scrape on her shoulder, poor thing. "She didn't cry at all!" said Marco Polo. "She was a very good girl."
When we arrived at the fruit shop (which used to sell only durians until recently), Sheena was having a very animated conversation with her Thai cousin (she is half-Thai), who had insisted on calling me Yellow Shirt the last time I visited because, well, I was wearing a yellow shirt. She was so engrossed that she apparently didn't notice us. We stood there for a while to see when she would finally see us.
She soon did though, and our tabletop was soon piled with mangosteens, durians, coconuts, longans and something that she called "the cousin of rambutan". It was a very dark red, and instead of being hairy as rambutans are, was more prickly, even though the pricks weren't sharp. You opened it by twisting it like a bottle cap, and the fruit looked exactly like a rambutan. It tasted milder than a rambutan to me, and I liked it because the seed skin didn't come off as easily when you pulled the flesh away.
"What is the cousin of broom?" Tommy asked Marco Polo, who didn't know. "Mop!" Tommy said, and laughed hysterically. Me, Hannah and Sheena laughed too, because it was an inside joke, which started when we were playing Taboo in caregroup years ago. If you don't know, the aim of Taboo is to get your team members to guess a word without saying certain key words on the game card. Tommy had gotten the 'mop' card and said, "The cousin of broom!" which turned out to be a surprising efficient way of description.
(Actually my favourite one is still, "Guys like to eat girls' what?" to which the answer is 'tofu', hahaha!)
Back to the fruits. We were all curious to see Marco Polo's reaction to the king of fruits, the infamous durian that foreigners tend to find repulsive. "How was it?" I asked him after his first bite. "Interesting," was all he said. He went to eat even more. When Sheena expressed surprised that he had no problems with the durian, Hannah quipped, "Marco eats everything!" to which he said, "That is somewhat true." Later he said it was funny that such a big fruit had such small seeds. Maybe he was expecting it to be all fleshy inside.
We had donuts too, which a friend of Sheena's dad had bought. They were from Munchy Donut, which, according to 8 Days, have some of the best donuts in Singapore, nevermind the three-hour queues outside Donut Factory. We ate until we could eat no more and even had to bring back some of the durians.
Tommy wanted to bring Marco Polo to Geylang after dinner, and kept telling Hannah that she could not come. We came along anyway, all three of us girls. It was a real eye-opener, I've never been to Geylang before. All the girls lined up along the pavement, all made up and dressed up with nowhere to go but one of the many cheap hotals in the area. We walked a distance behind the guys to make it look as if we were not with them, to see who would get approached first. It happened really fast; one of the girls in a black party dress reached out and touched Marco Polo's shoulder, and we started giggling behind them. Congrats were offered when we caught up with them, but now I wonder why - it wasn't as if the girls could afford to choose. A good-looking stranger who pays you for sexual favours is not much different from a repulsive one who pays you for sexual favours, right?
We squeezed through crowded alleys, which were makeshift gambling 'dens' engulfed in Bangladeshi workers and cigarrette smoke. People threw notes onto tables, illuminated by bright plastic table lamps. I didn't get to see much as there were people on all sides of me; it was like being in some kind of giant human blender. We had to hold our bags close to us in case anybody tried to snatch them; it was actually faintly thrilling, having to do this in safe old Singapore. There were people hawking pirated VCDs too, at five dollars each, which I thought was way too expensive. I saw one of the Bangladeshi men hugging another from behind. I heard prices being quoted around me, men leading girls off, others in negotiation. There was this giant sign on one of the buildings which said, "The Love Shop", which I guess was some kind of sex toy shop. I thought the name was rather ironic.
I saw a side of Singapore today I'd never seen before. Seamy, hot, sweaty, dirty and sticky, too much impersonal physical contact. We saw the Indian girls and the China girls and the Indonesian girls. Some of them were really very pretty, pretty enough to be models. We were probably the only girls there, other than those who were eating at the many coffeeshops in the area. The girls ignored us, naturally, but the men stared. I wondered what they thought of us. I guess it was pretty obvious we weren't 'working girls' from the way we huddled together and the way we were dressed!
So that is it, our adventures for today. And what did Marco Polo think about it? With an imaginary mike held under his chin by Yunxuan, he said, "I have a lot of thoughts now but most of them are wrong, so I won't say them." After a while, he said, "Well I do have something else to say." The imaginary mike was whipped out again. "At the end of the day, I still love my girlfriend very much, and she is very beautiful."
Awww....
Shortly after that, we said goodbye and boarded different buses. I missed my Kallang MRT stop (grr!) - I have a tendency to miss stops when I'm unfamiliar with the bus route. But thank God, the bus went to Bugis, where I called my parents to pick me up. (Later I found out that they were almost home when I called and detoured to pick me up, so nice :)) While waiting for them I popped into Mos Burger to grab something to eat; I was hungry after squeezing my way through Geylang and having had nothing for dinner but some fruits and two donuts! I was served by a very sharp and sprightly old man who embarrassed me by telling me I was pointing to the wrong picture when I said I wanted butterfly prawns, and then proceeded to serenade his colleague and the cash register with Fly Me to the Moon.
On the eastern end of the island Sheena was having an adventure of her own with no cash of any form on her and no umbrella in the pouring rain, but I shall leave that story for now...
(Just trying to blog in a more descriptive way. Doing Feature Writing makes me miss writing stories :)) |
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| Friday, August 03, 2007 |
| dreams of the week |
Remember the dream diary that I had to keep for 7 days?
It's finally over and done with! I'm not sure why I found it such a hassle, since I regularly relate my dreams to my friends. I even have written (or rather typed) records in emails and things like that, because I enjoy sharing my dreams quite a lot! But this was different, somehow. Maybe because of the trouble of having to force myself to sit up and write down my dreams, which always take up so much space as they're always very detailed. I got tired of writing it all down and the descriptions got shorter and shorter by the day. I'm afraid that by doing this I've already introduced some error into the study!
Like I said before, this study is not going to be about analysis of dream content, but rather about the senses people experience in their dreams, and the vividness of their dreams. That was partly why I neglected the description segment, which I regret a little now since we had to add up the number of nouns and adjectives - of which I would have a lot more if I had bothered to be more precise and write everything down! It would also have been a more accurate measure of my dream content. But anyways, it was still an interesting experience because now I better appreciate the difficulties that researchers face in gathering data!
There's something that this study doesn't touch on, but which is often a prominent component of my dreams - emotion. I often experience emotions in my dreams, and they always make sense in the context of the dream. They're not always strong emotions; sometimes they're subtle, like in real life. I almost never forget the emotional dreams - I remember that when I was younger (maybe when I was 12) I dreamt that I'd gotten lost and I was very scared and alone, until a mysterious lady in black appeared and led me to safety.
A couple of years ago, I dreamt that this evil spirit wanted to harm me. I experienced what I suppose you can call bone-chilling fear. She looked like a little girl, wearing a white dressing gown, with long hair, red eyes. Ok very stereotypical lah I know...but the look in her eyes! It was as though she was consumed by an overwhelming hatred for me and a desire to harm, even kill, me.
Then there are all those times where I've dreamt of missing my assignment deadline or not being prepared for my exams...haha.
Just this week, I dreamt of a friend I'd not seen for very long and whom I have a few regrets about. I remember the way I felt when I saw this friend in my dream - a bit of sorrow and regret. Bittersweet, almost.
I've had dreams in the past where I've woken up screaming or crying before too, though thank God they never happen anymore.
It's not just negative emotions though. Sometimes in my dreams I feel completely enveloped by a sense of peace and security and warmth. :)
I don't like the dreams I've been having since I've had to keep the dream diary. I suspect the very act of anticipating a dream makes you dream all the more, and I've been dreaming like crazy, all sorts of absurd dreams!
Here's an except:
I dreamt that I had to draw two circles 4.3 cm in diameter. Was trying to do so in a wood-paneled left. Kept trying to measure 4.3 cm using a ruler but something seemed to be wrong with it.
Haha very weird right? But I think I know where this comes from... I've been reading this book called The Parrot's Theorem, which is about an old shopkeeper who receives a library of books on maths from a long-lost friend. He'd never been interested in mathematics, but decided to study some mathematicians to better understand his friend. Soon after, he receives an official letter announcing that a charred body had been found in the burnt down house of his friend. The dead person is assumed to be the friend (I haven't read until the end yet, there is always the possibility that the dead body isn't the friend!) and so he, along with a parrot, a deaf boy, a pair of teenaged twins and their mother (they live together with him but they're not related), embark on a...er, mathematical adventure to solve the mystery.
Omg I sound so much like a blurb. Anyways, the book is full of diagrams and equations and the like. God knows what I'm doing reading such a book, since Maths has traditionally given me headaches instead of pleasure. I must admit I've skipped over many of the parts where they elaborate on certain mathematical principles and problems which I still don't understand now, even though I know I've encountered many of them in my pre-tertiary years - geometry! algebra! trigonometry! curves! differentiation! integration! sine! cosine! logarithmns! imaginary numbers! irrational numbers! I think my eyes glaze over when I see these things, LOL.
But the book is surprisingly good reading. It's not fast-paced or exciting in the traditional mystery novel way, but it's got a hook somewhere. I suppose I'd be able to appreciate it so much if I actually understand the Maths, but still it is interesting to learn about the lives of ancient and contemporary mathematicians. Did you know, for example, that early mathematicians were philosphers and even poets? (Interestingly, Psychology also has its roots in Philosophy!) Also, that Newton was also a mathematician? Ok maybe everyone else knows this but for me Newton has always been the dude who came up with the idea of gravity when an apple fell on his head... and I've always associated his name with Physics!
Yup so the circles and diameters obviously come from the book. Didn't think I'd dream of it though, haha!
Last night, I also had this dream of one of my aunts telling me that I had a male cousin living in Tampa Bay. I know the name 'Tampa Bay' comes from my JRN1903 Reader - I came across it a few times yesterday while reading it. The weird thing was, however, that this 'cousin' of mine is also called... ESTHER. Of all names, really! My aunt was also enthusiastically telling me in my dream that no one was cuter than this cousin of mine. This part doesn't make any sense at all!!!
According to Cece, this means I have a secret desire to be a man.
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| Wednesday, August 01, 2007 |
| moon is in the sky |
Someone called me very very early yesterday morning, right after I had finally persuaded my body to get up from a prone position and get ready for school. I hesitated to pick it up because not only do I not like answering calls from unknown numbers, I sound like a frog (or a man, according to Luke x\) when I've just woken up. But I did anyway, because I thought it might be my school calling to tell me that PRL1001 was cancelled, and I can go back to sleep (oh, joy, joy!).
Me: Hello?
Teenaged-sounding girl (in Chinese): Er, may I know where is Moon?
Me [thinking, "What a name"]: Er, wrong number...
Teenaged-sounding girl: *cuts the line on me*
Me: *stares at my phone in incredulousness - that people actually call themselves Moon; disappointment - dammit, there's still school today; and annoyance - wah lao, you call people so early in the morning and then you cut the line on them, so rude...
After that I thought, I should have given her some crappy answer like, "Moon is in the sky" or "Sorry this is Mars/Venus" or something. LOL!
Which reminds me...a friend of mine told me once that her dad would freak out callers by answering the phone with, "Lee* Mortuary, how may I help you?"
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I was at lunch with Luke, Netty and Halima (who didn't eat with us but who arrived later) when I noticed the words on Luke's t-shirt and wondered why they looked so familiar. He said he'd bought it in Hawaii and I thought maybe it was one of those NUM t-shirts or some other t-shirt with naughty slogans when it struck me... . . . . . . . . . .
One of my Sims has the same shirt!!! It's not exactly the same but it also has a picture of a dog (in Luke's case a bulldog) and the same slogan. Please see Evidence A.
Evidence A
 Everybody, meet Danny Broke, here doing what he does best: Romance. (Eh not sure if that is what Luke does best as well... xP) Danny is a Romance Sim, obviously. I had him wear this shirt (downloaded custom content) because I thought the slogan was funny and extremely appropriate...
 And here is Danny in action at one of the Downtown bowling lanes. The old lady behind them is Mrs. Crumplebottom, the resident grouch, who goes around lecturing and clobbering people with her purse if she sees them in their swimsuits or smooching in public. Strangely enough, she didn't clobber either Danny or his female partner. Danny gets away with everything :D
 Yes, he got married! To an alien, no less...eh actually I didn't really like Danny at the beginning because he was always wanting to fall in love, makeout and woohoo with multiple partners. Yes I know it's not his fault, I was the one who chose the Romance aspiration for him xP Anyway I thought it would be funny to get him married to an alien - the only alien in Pleasantville, as it is...  This ain't their house, it's the town wedding hall. I thought it was quite mean of him to stuff his new wife's face with cake. At first I thought only Romance Sims did this, since they fear getting married, but since then I've witnessed Sims with other aspirations doing the same thing, so maybe it's got to do with playfulness or something...  Danny and his wife in their very colourful kitchen. They always look shocked when they find themselves pregnant! Eh please excuse the extensive amount of exposed alien skin...then again I've already exposed you to an expletive (when used on female humans anyway), haha! Like I said in a previous post, they have this habit of walking around in their underwear. He looks like he's pushing his wife, but he isn't, he was on the phone talking to someone and arguing about something when the baby bump appeared.  Daniel looking all happy and fatherly with his new girl toddler. I was quite impressed with him at this point because he really took care of his baby while his wife went to work (yes he is a house-husband, hahaha). He didn't even complain about it, even though he did invite several of his mistresses over while the wife was away...tsk tsk tsk!  Family time with the Brokes. Mummy watches TV while Daddy pretends to enrich his mind by reading, and baby Aurora (I thought the name appropriate since Mommy came from the skies and all) crawls over to ask one of them to take her to the potty. Nope Danny isn't naked...he's just wearing a tiny pair of briefs which I made him wear because I thought he might like to show off his manliness to his many lady loves...the things I put my Sims through! The baby's thought balloon happened to cover it at the right place too, haha.  And here is lovely Stella, leaving for work as a...bank robber. xP Eh well her lifetime aspiration is to be a Criminal Mastermind after all... And yes, they live in a tiny pink house, with a collection of weeds by the side, of all things.  Here's Mommy and Aurora in matching outfits - so cute! They've got those weird things above their heads because they just became best friends :D  Aurora as a very pretty teen! She's carrying her little bro Aidan. I actually searched on babynames.com for a name that started with 'A' and which sounded exotic and 'unearthly' xP I donno why both of them have alien skin, sometimes aliens have kids which have human skin but alien eyes or pointy ears. Anyway, poor Aurora has got zits (the bump on her chin)!  Aurora leaving for college, clad in her Louis Vuitton underwear, of all things. It's not clear in this pic though, if you click on the pic and see the enlarged version maybe you can see it...it's even got the cute cherry thingy that LV introduced a while back. Maybe her criminal mom - who is not here because she's at work - stole it for her or something, haha. And finally, there's Danny in his tiny briefs and Aidan running out in his PJs to greet her goodbye. They're all in their undies and jammies cos' everyone was sleeping when I decided to make Aurora go to college xP And that's all for the Brokes for now. I was only gonna blog about Luke's t-shirt initally...but came upon these when I went looking for that pic of Danny. Actually I shouldn't be so surprised because other Simmers regularly upload custom clothes modeled after those from Zara, Topshop, even those high fashion brands like Chanel etc. Some of them are really gorgeous too, I wish I had some of the clothes my Sims have! There's even this skirt that looks like one of mine ... Mine is a bit longer (or maybe it's the short legs xP) and I haven't worn it in ages because it's looking old...but the design is the same! And mine is from THIS FASHION lor. Dots. The only reasonable explanation I can think of is that my skirt was a copy of some branded skirt, since the creator of this one is an angmoh... |
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