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life is a process.. we are a process.. everything is part of a process..

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A Piece of Me

Name : Ðelphine Tan
D.O.B : Class of 84, 26th November
Currently : Being a free man cum maid at home
Alumni of Swinburne Uni, Nanyang Poly, St Francis, JSS & Merlimau

Love to cook Hate maths
Love to eat

Hate perfumes

Love to play Hate smokes
Love to design Hate roaches
Love life Hate lizards
Love friends  
Love my family  

Monday, January 25

ah... chinese new year.. what a love-hate relationship we have between us.. the fact that i get to eat more goodies, at the same time i have to slogged my mind out getting them done makes me love and hate it..

i dreamed a dream of pineapple tarts a couple of nights ago.. and it stay struck in my mind ever since..

we made pineapple tarts over the weekend.. how many pineapple tarts can 4kg of flour yield, i do not know.. though i do know i must have seen hundreds of them n ate at least a dozen of spoils.. but we ran out of pastry and had about 50 odd pineapple balls as leftovers.. my mamma chuck them into the fridge, hoping to get them done at a later date..

that night i had one hell of a dream.. i dreamt that my mamma bought more pineapples home and started making pineapple tarts again.. makes me feel that i slept and fell into the pineapples' version of hell.. argh.. revenge of the pineapples.. hahaha.. what a dream.. roar..

anyway.. i had mamma's confirmation that she isn't gonna make them anymore.. alas.. but there's still plenty of food to dream of.. who knows, i might dream of popcorns melting me in the pan or cookies baking me in the oven in the days to come..

Ðelphine @ 23:57

Monday, August 17

hahaha.. i have always love david letterman's top ten list.. here's one..

Ðelphine @ 10:36

Thursday, August 13

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother what will I be
Will I be pretty will I be rich
Here's what she said to me

Que Sera Sera
Whatever will be will be
The future's not ours to see
Que Sera Sera
What will be will be......

hahaha... all of the sudden.. i felt like listening to this song.. some crossroad i am at~ roar~

Ðelphine @ 14:03

Life is a process. We are a process. The universe is a process....

how true...

Ðelphine @ 01:17

Up & Away

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