[goodtimes] dr. seuss prescribes

kris kringle // dec ’10

frame: ikea
postcard: gogo rama
quote: dr. seuss
old-school dymo label-maker: can’t remember which stationery shop

[goodtimes] colour pop moves

In outerspace, Nabby‘s a ADHD starfish, Erfen’s a pure geek robot and I’m a failed colour-ninja.

Ah, Listerine days, you were fun.

[goodtimes] a melly x’mas, bhohoho

In 2009, there was 1. In 2010, there were 3.  How I wish there was a 300% increase every year! So that I could look seriously into organising an elves union and rearing reindeers. Kind of thrilling, all those pointy hats and countless hot-chocolate mugs one can demand.

We had it at Bho & Melly ‘s, thus the title*. Their place is always lovely to visit and is always spotless. My mother would like them very, very much.

* Courtesy of Nabs

Joyce makes the best shepard’s pie

Secret santa was Nabs which meant: HAPPY TIMES! Everything she got for me was freakily spot-on. Like she rented a room inside my mind where my wants reside too. Stay there as long as you want, Nabs.

Full set of photos here

Remember me when I am dead

Keith Douglas’s poem strangely makes me wonder about eulogies. And whether being able to sum up somebody’s life in several sentences is a good or bad thing. Does it mean they were consistent in their values/the way they led their lives, or were they too boring?

The thought of distilling anybody’s life down to a paragraph breaks me out in cold sweat. I was always quite terrible at the 100-word summary in secondary school comprehensions anyway. Hmm. I suppose I shouldn’t prepare my own eulogy in that case. My (currently non-existent, and possibly improbable) grandchildren might never finish reading it out. It’d be the mid-21st century version of “The Never-Ending Story“.

(I wonder if they’d be interested in the fact I reaaaallllly liked bagels+cream cheese for breakfast. And brunch. And tea.)

(Sadly but mostly likely, no huh?)

Okay. Reason #329981 on the WHY YOU NEED GOOD FAMILY + FRIENDS list : To write a meaningful, honest, funny, refreshing, but short eulogy on the (ave.) 80 years that you lived.

Ahhhh,  no pressure at all.

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As for the photos, Squid, Nabs and I found a lonely bench at ACM after we went to the loo, and we decided to cheer it up. So we cheered the bench, and the bench cheered us.