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I hadn’t intended to blog about the annual Bournemouth Beer Festival at all because I had agreed to go to it in a moment of distraction (while I was busy writing an essay or something). Beer isn’t my thing. In fact, drinking isn’t my thing. I don’t mean just alcohol. I mean the act of ...
I was eating hot cross buns for breakfast today, so I sang the hot cross bun song to Piers, who was eating toast and bacon. “Hot cross buns! Hot cross buns! One a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns!” I sang. He stopped eating his toast and bacon and gaped at me. ...
It’s been about three weeks since I recovered from chicken pox and I’m still catching up on school work while new ones keep pouring in relentlessly. Last week, one of our lecturers assigned us yet another essay to our utmost horror, which we made sure to express very visibly on our faces. She took one ...
Piers pointed out to me today something funny that he saw on his Facebook feed. There were my status updates where I stressing about my essay, griping about not having much time left to finish it. And then, on the same page, it also showed that I was watching Prison Break on Netflix. ...
Yes, the unbelievable has happened. I have contracted chicken pox. To get it at this stage of my life! Even Piers is laughing at me saying I’m so cute-obsessed that even the diseases I get have to be cute. What rubbish? There is nothing cute about chicken pox, I told him, for it is the ...
I was wrong about the pace of study at the Montessori College being comfortable. It very soon turned uncomfortable and then — avalanche! I have been feeling snowed under for the last couple of weeks but I’m hoping to get used to the pace soon. I’m enjoying it, though. At the moment, for practical classes, ...
Piers tried to pay me a compliment the other day. “Your skin is so smooth,” he said. I was about to modestly protest when he added, “Like a pumpkin.” “What?” I said. “No, wait,” he said thoughtfully, “Pumpkins aren’t very smooth, are they?” “No, they’re not.” “Okay,” he …
You know how, in relationships, you reach a point where you run out of things to talk about? Piers and I got to that stage a few months back. We gradually replaced our bonding sessions with TV. Lots of TV. I was starting to get addicted, too, because England has no end of interesting, crazy ...
I know people are expecting to read about my experiences as a wannabe nursery teacher but, really, at this point of time, it’s just lectures and lots of reading. The good news is that we start going on job placements in about two and a half months’ time so I might have more stories to ...
Today, I taught two classmates how to unroll and roll up a mat*. It went reasonably well. I’m sure they were very impressed by how I patiently paused at every step of the process to make sure they understood, and to covertly whisper to them, “Erm… What’s next?” I’m sure I’ll be a brilliant teacher ...
Today, I taught two classmates how to unroll and roll up a mat*. It went reasonably well. I’m sure they were very impressed by how I patiently paused at every step of the process to make sure they understood, and to covertly whisper to them, “Erm… What’s next?” I’m sure I’ll be a brilliant teacher ...
I got told off this morning. All because Edgeworld, a game I’m playing on Facebook, sneakily told all my friends that I’m playing it. A lot of Facebook games do that, in fact. You can’t even log in to Facebook these days without everyone immediately knowing that you’re at the moment skiving off instead of ...
I am at the moment dog sitting Basil in Piers’ parents’ house, which I thought is a great setting for starting my blog going again. I’m on a plush sofa. I have in front of me my laptop, a crackling fire and a sleepy dog snoring in his bed. Perfect. The TV is ...
I just received a phone call with an invitation to attend a Dior christmas party (presumably because I’m a Dior member and not because I’m a blogger.) I was first told the date of the party, then a list of highlights, including makeup and fashion shows, food and drinks, limited edition products on sale, and ...
I have a problem: The English can’t pronounce my name. You see, my official name (Shen Qiaoyun) is written in hanyu pinyin, which is the English phonetic representation of Mandarin. So the English would read it as Kiao Yoon because Q is supposed to be a hard K sound in English. Some of them even ...
I’m back! But I probably have only one reader left because everyone else must have been scared off by the scary anti-virus warnings on my blog. (Piers is hard to scare.) The viruses (malignant codes) are gone now. Lionel from Ripplewerkz scared them off for me. Yay. On the bright side, no readers means I ...
I was looking through my old photos cos I’m going to chop off a lot of hair on Thursday and need to check what hairstyles I look okay or horrible in. While flipping through my folders, I found some holiday photos of me and Nanny Wen wearing each other’s clothes. It was hilarious. We generally ...
I’ve been wanting to blog about Oxford because it’s such a beautiful, awe-inspiring city. But I have too many photos of it and it’s tiresome looking through hundreds of photos to pick the best for the blog. So I thought I’d start off with just some photos of our hotel because it’s a smaller, more ...
Just thought I should pop in to say that I’m stil alive and kicking and gaming too much for my own good. (I do have to assert for the record that the right games promote mental acuity, so there is something to be said for gaming too much.) Well, the thing is, once in a ...
Piers just bought a chilli plant of all things. We were at Sainsbury’s shopping for our dinner when he saw them for sale and got all excited. Piers likes eating spicy food. His tolerance level is about on par with the average Singaporean, which is quite remarkable for an ang moh. Anyway, our ...
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