In a glance, Nendoroid Petit, also known as “Nendoroid Puchi” is merely a smaller version of Nendoroid. Is that all? Well, we’re going to have a in-depth deeper view about Petits, including their characteristics and differences with normal Nendoroids.
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I think I really need to think about this when my boyfriend goes to NS 🙂
I strangely have very vivid memories of my childhood, which started around the age of 4 though they are mostly images of certain pages of books
e.g. The Kingfisher Encyclopedia that I read to bits even though I couldn’t even lift it up (I remember I still wore diapers- I was potty-trained late- and I’d feel it squish uncomfortably as I tried to pick it up), the original Hans Christian Anderson and Grimms’ Fairy Tales that I didn’t fully understand till I was 10 because damn, some stories were so… ummm… For the lack of a better word? Weird.
There were stories where grasshoppers married princesses and water droplets travelling the world and even though I drew up on fairytale my little brain couldn’t understand it all.
I also remember rooting through my mum’s bookshelf and attempting to read Lord of the Rings (gave up, it was too hard), or getting really bored with her art books, like the complete works of Michelangelo or a particularly boring Baroque architecture book, but I loved Jurassic Park even though it was too hard for me.
Then when I was 6- my mum bought HARRY POTTER! I loved it so much I read each book more than fifty times. It started my love for fantasy books, and I remember my brother and I would traipse into Borders every Saturday after lunch and sit there for 4-5 hours (I wonder what my parents did), then beg our parents to buy books, and go home and read some more. That was our routine for 8 years 😅
During the holidays we’d go to Centrepoint or Citylink mall (there was a bookstore next to the now-defunct HMV), eat a bagel with cheese, and spend 3-4 hours of pure bliss reading, then grab groceries at an organic store we frequented. (the uncle always gave us yummy rice biscuits)
Looking back I think I had the most unhealthy obsession with books, they were my whole life (other than catching butterflies and random insects downstairs) and I remember them most vividly.
When I pick up an old book and turn to a certain page, memories come flooding back. I can almost see myself reading on the bench at home, feeling the warm sunlight on my face… and then I experience some sort of inexplicable joy.
The sunshine is warm like the heat of candles that we’d light at every circle time at home.
It’s gentle, like the first rays of sunshine are, and we’d grab towels and lie in a comfortable row, basking in the sun in our training pants and my mum in her swimsuit (she insists we get our daily dose of Vitamin D)
It’s familiar, and we spend hours under it chasing after butterflies with nets and plastic bags and rolling around on grassy hills as my mum watches from the window upstairs.
When we get home, there’s freshly baked bread for us, and we’d show off our (mostly half-dead) catches of the day.
We’d pile in the bathtub, my siblings and I, and add every possible soap to the filled bath to make bubbles. We’d try to concoct weird potions and dare each other to drink it (we loved Roald Dahl’s book ‘George’s marvellous medicine’ or whatever it was called). My mum would come in after half an hour or so, find us all pruney, with water all over the floor, and all the soap and toothpaste in the bathtub. She’d scold us, then sit down on a stool beside the bathtub and float little plastic cups, and she’d show us the ‘magic trick’ where plunging an empty cup facing down would not make the inside wet at all, but the moment we grabbed at it, the thing would tilt and fill with water.
I also found out the hard way that letting go of the cup like that would cause it to shoot right up (air pressure) and hit the unlucky person on the chin, hard.
*Some statements have been rephrased for clarity, he largely speaks Singlish and a mix of Chinese.
To my mum and me:
“You know, there’s this teacher in my class that keeps saying ‘must check your work’.”
//pause//
“I think he should be really good at checkers.”
Me: “What has that got to do with checkers?!”
“My eyes are more powerful, because my power (degree) is higher.”
(600 degrees, he has bad myopia even though he’s only 9)
Him: “There’s this guy in my class with blue eyes! Do you think everything looks more blue to him? Like maybe the sky will look more blue?”
Me: “Then is everything black to you, even in the day?”
Him: “Oh ya hor.”
In a way, you can feel his childish innocence in the things he says, and I really want him to keep that forever.
I visited the largest floating book fair in the world yesterday!
Logos Hope was this enormous ship, and (I quote from the website at this point)
it is a non-profit venture that is crewed and staffed by 400 volunteers from over 45 countries!!
It first launched in 1970, and it has since welcomed 40 million visitors.
I swore to learn Japanese ten years ago, and I’ve not started (whoops). Did I mention I’m a huge procrastinator? So why am I saying this?
Well I made my first step in learning Japanese by picking up a small pocket Japanese-English dictionary (really small, the size of my palm. No kidding) and a Japanese language easy guidebook. I’m going to make my ex-classmate give me lessons too, cos he teaches at the MOE Language centre and his Japanese is zai (awesome)
I also picked up a modern calligraphy beginner guide, but I can’t really do much with it without the proper pen, ink and guidesheets. So I’m taking up a modern calligraphy course this month, on the 22nd. I’ve been searching for classes FOREVER, and finally there was one set up by Katrina Alana. I subscribed to their newsletter after seeing they held one previously, and I really can’t wait!
I don’t have much time to gush about it now, with my exams and all, but Vine is getting to be a major distraction. It is too funny gosh.
Best of Vines concisely gets you the best, if you’re in a hurry and have no time to explore!
Terrible haze in Singapore…
I’m plain tired out and grumpy about sitting in a stuffy room all day.
My throat hurts, my head hurts, my eyes hurt.
I want to eat ice-cream but I don’t want to go out and buy some because I’d die in the haze.
What?
You don’t know what’s going on?
Google ‘Singapore haze‘.
If you want to see examples of human stupidity, google ‘indonesia response to singapore haze‘.
Guaranteed facepalm moment.
To all you Fairy Tail fans, here’s a meme for you.
Credits to mangareader.net (now you know where I get my daily dose of manga!) and Memecenter.
FLEA MARKET!!!!
Chinatown on 18-19 June!!
It was recommended by Bong Qiuqiu! (See the video here if it doesn’t load below)
I think most of her picks are quite ugly though, hahaha! And I can’t stand her cheapo-ness omg I thought Xiaxue was cheapo enough, but this takes the cake! (no offense to either one, I love Xiaxue hahaha). I quite admire her ability to get discounts ._. *envious*
See Ilovechinatown for more details. You’ll have to join the group though.
11am – 6pm each day, if I’m not wrong!
I’m gonna bring 50 bucks and hopefully make away with at least 15 items~
Many items are brand new or just worn once! I’m soooooo going! Pushing away all my plans for one of the two days…. definitely going!
See you guys there! Which day do you think I should go for?
Or… both? 🙂
Well, here’s a series of pictures- of me trying out jump shots (with the aid of a leaf). No editing or anything, just plain ‘ol jump shots. Technically this is cheating but whatever! You can see how the process went…
The 3rd picture is the full jump.
And he thinks he can do better!
Hmmm. I think my jumps are waaaay more elegant. I was jumping in wedges too!
He’s pretty much more well-built nowadays (these were taken over a year ago), perhaps I could get him to do a handstand or something or a crazy ninja move…
Possibilities, possibilities!
Life is too Short to be Unhappy 
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