Visitors

Pat took this picture of me at Plaza Sing

I a writing this entry on m new netbook, which I purchased in the nick of time, as the spacebar and and 'B' button had just given out on my other computer. I need to take my old one to Sim Lim Square and find a repairman as soon as possible. I purchased my netbook from the Song Brothers, where I was once again mistaken for a student. It really is too bad I can't benefit from student deals.

I have been meeting up with a steady stream of people these past few days. I celebrated Christmas with the Byrds, watched The Hobbit with friends from school, made Shirley Temples with the illustrious Rebel Shang, saw Jana Tan and Samuel, of whom the latter came bearing gifts from Sweden, and today I met up with Pat at Plaza Singapura. We went to the Soup Spoon for Simon and Garfunkel Chicken Ragout and played Tekken and Street Fighter at the arcade, which proved to be a successful lead-up to the video game inspired movie Wreck-It Ralph. (I rule at Tekken.) Tomorrow, my old friend Lauren McKnight is coming and I have to make sure to swap the deck and tidy up the place before she arrives. I haven't seen her in years.

Skyping with My Sister

I am always generally amused by my sister as she is very entertaining to watch. She has an easy sort of charm about her, which translates well across cyberspace, and we talk about everything under the sun.

  Sofia cutting her bangs in the bathroom. Me assembling an IKEA lamp.

 Sofia cleaning off makeup or crying into a handkerchief at the end of Extreme Home Makeover.

I don't know.

Sticking things to our foreheads.

Ah, there are so many productive things to do in life and so little time to do them.

O Lights

I know I'm biased, but I think my Christmas tree looks like it's been plucked from a fairytale. 

I just enjoy looking at the lights in the dark and stillness of the room.

Winter Green

I was thinking about the differences between seasonal eating here and in Sweden. During the cold, dark winter months in the North, we eat stodgier food, something with a bit more substance to it. And many sweet things. Salads and greens are mostly left for spring and summer, when fresh produce can be taken directly from the countryside (there's nothing like crisp Swedish cucumber) and not flown in from a warmer climate. I, however, live in the tropics and am completely unbothered by changing seasons--its always warm and humid and sometimes wet--and therefore I eat greens to my heart's content.

This salad I've been partial to these past few days contains lettuce, avocado, alfala sprouts, roast chicken, red onion, feta cheese, and yellow plum tomatoes, gently devoured with a balsamic cream dressing.

Care for a light?

Most of the things in my flat are secondhand. The sofa I found on Singapore's Gumtree site, the bookshelves and side tables at Salvation Army--I like a good bargain, you see, but what I like even more is things free of charge: thus far I have collected a carved, high-backed chair, a little wooden box for holding jewelry, a tellie stand, and a coffee table.

None of them, however, have as much character as my monkey candelabra. It was sitting in the free pile in the Parent Teacher Fellowship cottage at school, obviously too ugly and strange to be seriously considered for adoption. Its brass eyes stared dolefully at the people who came and went through the doors. I stopped at the sight of it, not sure it was something I was looking for--but then I checked myself. When would I again find a golden monkey candleholder? Never! That's when. I took it, despite some eyebrows raised in my general direction, and after a good go-around with the gold spray paint used for my side tables, it is now a fine addition to my living room.

Despite its exotic look, it was made in America--see, it says so on the bottom, Dad--and not, I might add, as some sort of shrine to Hanuman. If anything, I think it has a sort of "Monkey's Paw" feel to it, striking in its own way, but slightly grotesque and too peculiar to be quite comforting.

Julfint, or Christmas Finery

This is a picture of my tidy living room, all gussied up for Christmas. My living room was already thematically blue and white and red, so all I really needed to do was roll out the red Christmas runner my mother gave me and put up the Christmas tree. Because of the size of the tree, the room looked cramped at first, until I shifted the entire sofa to the left and put it at an angle. Even then I had no room for my side table so I tucked it behind the sofa in the corner space and put my miniature palm on top. I am so pleased with the arrangement I think I'll keep it for a while.

I was given a poinsettia at the Christmas party a few weeks back, and it makes my table so much cheerier. Poinsettias always remind me of my mother and her careful instructions regarding their care. Last year she told me how sensitive they were to temperature changes. If you bought one from the plant nursery and carried it out into the cold to the car, that short trip had doomed it to a short life before it had even begun. She's killed enough to know. 

I brought this beautiful, white, antique cloth from Sweden, and I wanted to put it into a place of honour this season. However, I also had a red runner on hand, which also needed a home--and not willing to relinquish either, I thought "Why choose?" and used them both. I like the geometrical design of this the-more-the-merrier concept.

My First Tree

I have bought my very first, very own Christmas tree! You must realize this is a momentous occasion as there will never come another first such as this. My tree is a beauty. She stands seven feet tall and comes bedecked in pine cones, perhaps to make her plastic needles seem a bit more real. She dropped a few of them when I was setting her up, but I imagine it's just nerves getting the better of her. Now that she has had some time to settle down, she stands quietly in her corner, with little else but lights woven through her green tresses. She's a natural beauty--doesn't need much to look stunning--a good thing, seeing as my decorations are running low. She is from the Salvation Army, where I also plundered the Christmas section for tinsel. 

The Rebel Shang knitted me this gnome! She made his sweater gray and his trousers brown just so he would look like a Swedish tomte. He is the sweetest thing and now lives among the branches of the tree, the rest of which will be decorated tomorrow. Reb is coming over to  help, and I am going to show her how to make havreflarn. We might even have time for banana bread, which isn't terribly Christmasy but always delicious.

I haven't yet hung much in the tree, but I've placed my Christmas postcards among her green branches. I find they not only make beautiful decorations, but also remind me of the many wonderful people in my life. Some of my favorites from my students read, "Merry Christmas! I hope to see you next semester." (Where do you think I'm going, Bailey?) and "Merry Christmas! This is not a bribe, but I really do need an A." (Oh, Lucas, you of all people need not resort to such underhanded gestures, but still, I admire your creative thinking.)