Haagan Daz (Cheap!)
Handsome
Preparing for take-off
RUN! 
And UP!
What did they say about paramount view? No kidding.
Dinner on the first evening when purse was still filled with money
Bitchy People without food: Ready to kill
These are the photos to the second part of Day 1. I blog according to days so that memories will not come as being too abstract for me in the future. For those who can't wait to see how ugly I look because ugly photos of me are not censored, you can check out Drama Car aka Betrayal Rightie's website. http://metamorphosis02.blogspot.com/
Jacqueline
12:00 AM
I can't post the photos taken from Car's atas camera!
Argh! - Sulky Jacq.
Jacqueline
11:38 PM
It was too long. We were too lazy. Words can't capture the wonderful time we had. Neither can pictures. You just have to make do with these.
The Abstract
Day 1
More on Parasailing. To be continued...
Jacqueline
10:20 AM
Auguries of Innocence
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill'd with doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his Master's Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse misus'd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear.
A Skylark wounded in the wing,
A Cherubim does cease to sing.
The Game Cock clipp'd and arm'd for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright.
Every Wolf's & Lion's howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here & there,
Keeps the Human Soul from Care.
The Lamb misus'd breeds public strife
And yet forgives the Butcher's Knife.
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that won't believe.
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belov'd by Men.
He who the Ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by Woman lov'd.
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spider's enmity.
He who torments the Chafer's sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night.
The Caterpillar on the Leaf
Repeats to thee thy Mother's grief.
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly,
For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar.
The Beggar's Dog & Widow's Cat,
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat.
The Gnat that sings his Summer's song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue.
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envy's Foot.
The poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artist's Jealousy.
The Prince's Robes & Beggars' Rags
Are Toadstools on the Miser's Bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for Joy & Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro' the World we safely go.
Joy & Woe are woven fine,
A Clothing for the Soul divine;
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The Babe is more than swaddling Bands;
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made, & born were hands,
Every Farmer Understands.
Every Tear from Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity.
This is caught by Females bright
And return'd to its own delight.
The Bleat, the Bark, Bellow & Roar
Are Waves that Beat on Heaven's Shore.
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of death.
The Beggar's Rags, fluttering in Air,
Does to Rags the Heavens tear.
The Soldier arm'd with Sword & Gun,
Palsied strikes the Summer's Sun.
The poor Man's Farthing is worth more
Than all the Gold on Afric's Shore.
One Mite wrung from the Labrer's hands
Shall buy & sell the Miser's lands:
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole Nation sell & buy.
He who mocks the Infant's Faith
Shall be mock'd in Age & Death.
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotting Grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the Infant's faith
Triumph's over Hell & Death.
The Child's Toys & the Old Man's Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons.
The Questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to Reply.
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out.
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Caesar's Laurel Crown.
Nought can deform the Human Race
Like the Armour's iron brace.
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow.
A Riddle or the Cricket's Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply.
The Emmet's Inch & Eagle's Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile.
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you Please.
If the Sun & Moon should doubt
They'd immediately Go out.
To be in a Passion you Good may do,
But no Good if a Passion is in you.
The Whore & Gambler, by the State
Licenc'd, build that Nation's Fate.
The Harlot's cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old England's winding Sheet.
The Winner's Shout, the Loser's Curse,
Dance before dead England's Hearse.
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet Delight.
Some are Born to sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro' the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day.
William Blake
Jacqueline
9:46 AM
I am physically back from my heaven- Phuket. Now I know where to escape when I need a break. Phuket is a wonderful place. The men are nice when they don't ask you for tuk-tuk. Even then, they are still nice. I secretly think that even if tsunami came, it would be worthed it.
Service with heart, when will Singaporeans ever learn that? I exceptionally love island hopping with the really fun-loving people. They do their job everyday yet they make every single tourist feel special. They went all the way just to make you smile. Every half an hour they asked if you feel happy as if the world revolved around your happiness. As long as you are happy, nothing else matters. That's very touching. Forget about bootlicking and ego boosting, they are sincere.
Canoeing, Thai-massage, Parasailing, island hoping, cave exploring, shopping, Big-C, swim... I have done them all. Should have gone to Tiger though. Damn, 4-days trip is just too short for me. I reckon 2 weeks would be perfect. Then I will go island hopping 2 times, parasailed three times without landing in the water and with an instructor, swim everday, drink more Tom-Yum Goong...
Sob, I miss Phuket! I even miss the feeling of rejecting the Tuk-tuk drivers. Well, at least my soul is still there.
Been to heaven Back to Hell
Jacqueline
11:49 AM
The world's unheathiest exercise is Taiji Quan. - Jacq said so
Jacqueline
10:15 AM
These few days have been amazingly shocking. I got out more often and realised that in my three years living the life of a hermit, I have lost out a lot in life.
I took the world from where it ended three years ago and every discovery and realisation now comes as a shock to me. Enough said, the bottomline is, I am shocked almost everyday. So shocked that I miss the life of being a hermit.
If one decide to live the life of a monk, if one decide to enter the world of Zen, they should never come out of it. The change in people seemed sudden and unpredictable. Oh, what a disappointment. Then again, what's new?
Jacqueline
11:51 AM
The little darling... My mum's friend's grandson. Why is the baby so cute?!
why? why so cute?
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Why? Why so cute?
Jacqueline
12:45 AM
We live in a selfish world. How many times must I blog about that? We live in a heartless world. How many times must I exclaim in dismay about that? I am just so sick of all these nonsense. If everything that you want to ignore be easily ignored by you. Disappointement one after another. I hate the 'thats life', the 'ren bu wei ji tian zhu di mie' excuses. EXCUSES.
Sometimes I just can't seem to get out of that teenager "I-want-to-die-cos-the-world-hates-me-and-I-hate-the-world" mode.
Sometimes, I still hate the world.
Jacqueline
8:49 AM
The pace of life for these few days has been pretty catchy. It feels like holiday has just begun, which is ironic in a way since school starts the day after tomorrow. My social life has just opened up after zipping myself up for exams. I went to meet Wee and Bey with Flo for lunch yesterday at Marina Square. Zara's one day old sale led to some chaotic incident, realisation of a scraped chin, fat thighs, fat arm (whats new) and more.
Wee and her TGIF @ Yoshi
We went to that absolutely wonderful AZABU SABO for dessert after a few furious grabbings at Zara, Dorothy Perks and Miss Self. Azabu Sabo is a wonderful place to chill. Great ambience and amazing dessert.
My ice-cream with black sesame paste on sweet potato!
That was when Flo and Bey got possessed. My entertainers.
Green tea in intricate-looking cups! I am sick of ice water. (Things were still normal at the start)
Normal? Think again.
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Jiao bei 'jiu'
Then the dessert came...
Notice: The eyes were already a little dazy.
Enough said. Pictures speak thousand words.
Rapping to Japanese folk song. That is what sugar does to people.
After MORE shopping, Flo had her dinner at Carls JR. We chose the table tall table with tall chairs so that we could dangle our legs. And we had more madness.
The burger the size of her face and the drink that is taller than half her upper body!
Drinking from bucket.
The satisfied look.
Guess who? (Ok, that was Flo's idea ok, not me)
Flo had a revenge in a way. Justice prevails.
Welcome back, Bey.
(Just when we thought she has toned down a little, I spotted that spider-looking accessory)
Jacqueline
7:41 AM
