CJ's epiphany of the day is this...
The rich boys play in their rich playground---
Give 'em ze million-buck fast cars, model-trophy girlfriends, posh beach parties, holidays in Maldives, etc.
The common boys play in their common playground---
Ya regular local pick-up joints, the Honda and Toyotas, Sentosa parties, Zoukout, etc.
BOTTOMLINE IS THEY ALL JUST LOVE TO PLAY.
Twats!
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Of Stocks and "The Shelf"
YEAP... It's official. After 2 ulcers, some zits, SEVERE eyebags, puffy eyes, INTENSE sleep deprivation, drying up hair, non-stop bouts of sneezing, a mild flu, several tissue-pacs, and days of non-exercise later.... It's the weekend..... FINALLY..... *and about time too!*
Oh, and let's not even GO into the tonnes of readings and reports and my 5 seminars in this week alone and one awfully long company prospectus to go thru (it's FRIGGIN 424 pages) and analyze...
PLUS... I have to wake up at 6.30am EVERYDAY. It's fine and dandy if I can sleep by 12 midnight, but I can't!! CJ's body's all screwed up. You try to sleep at 11, lala-land comes at 2. Not exactly my idea of fun...
JZ said she could hear my brains grow. I just see myself drying up, shrivelling away into this wrinkled old lady who lives in a shoe....
A typical morning starts with my horrible mobile playing the irritating Pussycat Dolls song. At first I put nice tunes, but they don't work on me. It JUST HAS to be Pussycat Dolls cos they irritate me enough to get me outta bed.
Then it's tug-of-war time with my bro over the toilet for morning shower, but we've been civil so far. And all the way to to work, I'll be thinking about how tired I am and how I need coffee or green tea really badly...
Don't get me wrong. I ADORE my work. Let me just say that again. A-D-O-R-E.
I don't think i've ever been happier. Thursday was a 8am-10.30pm day and I was still perky and happy after it all. I may be cussing the whole world through the commute in the morning but once I get to my table, all negative feelings are gone.... poofed... Ze team members are nice, smart and driven, bosses are great folks and incredibly patient, I have watermelon juice and coffee to drink every morning.... Overall, life can't get any better.
Well, there were ups and downs, mainly cos I miss Mr J. And that occassional moodswing which accompanies the female procreation ability, but nothing a good bout of crying wouldn't solve... So li'l claire went out to give herself a GOOD cry over nothing in particular, got puffy eyes in the process, and came out of it feeling tonnes better.
Well, today's the ONLY day of this week I can do my SATC marathon, so I'm on Season 6 now. Anytime now, it's gonna end and I'm gonna have to jump.... or watch it all again.
Anyways, Mr J was entertaining me hugely by comparing relationships to finance and drawing really ZANY analogies along the way.
In stocks valuation, 'beta' represents the risk, and higher risk pushes the value down, cos it's undersirable.
So I asked Mr J what my beta was.... (I thought it was quite high, cos I'm so volatile and emo and I've all these baggages and I'm so feminist and critical of males, so the risk for him is high right? Cos anytime, I can crush his ego or something.)
And surprisingly, he said it's just like 1. Turns out he defines 'beta' in a r/s differently. High maintenance girls make for higher 'beta' for him. Oh well.
SATC Season 6 began with an episode on Finance too. Carrie says: "If you picked a bad stock, you just lose your shirt. If you picked a bad r/s, you lose your will to live..."
*so utterly true*
"And if the r/s is good, the stakes are even higher. And after weathering all the ups and downs, you could one day find yourself with nothing."
So why do we keep investing?
Actually, I have the answer to that. You're investing to keep that lil flame of hope and happiness alive. If not, what can you do? Just give up and stop living??
People still fall and love and get married in their 50s or 60s! Love if weird. It'll come at the oddest hours. But some people let their blind pursuit of romance and that tingly-warm-fuzzy feeling lead them away from their loved ones. And then when they realise that they've let someone really great go, they'll come to regret. Sometimes, comfort, acceptance and warmth take precedence over that butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling. CJ learnt this and knows this well enough.
No man? Who cares? Stocks make enough money to get you that POSH apartment called "The Shelf" even if you can't find one. And FYI, "The Shelf" is gonna be BIGGER than The Solitaire. UBER prime property. It'll command 4k psf. hahaha... I just haven't found a place and architect to build it up yet.
Just don't end up that shrivelled ol' woman who lives in a shoe.
Oh, and let's not even GO into the tonnes of readings and reports and my 5 seminars in this week alone and one awfully long company prospectus to go thru (it's FRIGGIN 424 pages) and analyze...
PLUS... I have to wake up at 6.30am EVERYDAY. It's fine and dandy if I can sleep by 12 midnight, but I can't!! CJ's body's all screwed up. You try to sleep at 11, lala-land comes at 2. Not exactly my idea of fun...
JZ said she could hear my brains grow. I just see myself drying up, shrivelling away into this wrinkled old lady who lives in a shoe....
A typical morning starts with my horrible mobile playing the irritating Pussycat Dolls song. At first I put nice tunes, but they don't work on me. It JUST HAS to be Pussycat Dolls cos they irritate me enough to get me outta bed.
Then it's tug-of-war time with my bro over the toilet for morning shower, but we've been civil so far. And all the way to to work, I'll be thinking about how tired I am and how I need coffee or green tea really badly...
Don't get me wrong. I ADORE my work. Let me just say that again. A-D-O-R-E.
I don't think i've ever been happier. Thursday was a 8am-10.30pm day and I was still perky and happy after it all. I may be cussing the whole world through the commute in the morning but once I get to my table, all negative feelings are gone.... poofed... Ze team members are nice, smart and driven, bosses are great folks and incredibly patient, I have watermelon juice and coffee to drink every morning.... Overall, life can't get any better.
Well, there were ups and downs, mainly cos I miss Mr J. And that occassional moodswing which accompanies the female procreation ability, but nothing a good bout of crying wouldn't solve... So li'l claire went out to give herself a GOOD cry over nothing in particular, got puffy eyes in the process, and came out of it feeling tonnes better.
Well, today's the ONLY day of this week I can do my SATC marathon, so I'm on Season 6 now. Anytime now, it's gonna end and I'm gonna have to jump.... or watch it all again.
Anyways, Mr J was entertaining me hugely by comparing relationships to finance and drawing really ZANY analogies along the way.
In stocks valuation, 'beta' represents the risk, and higher risk pushes the value down, cos it's undersirable.
So I asked Mr J what my beta was.... (I thought it was quite high, cos I'm so volatile and emo and I've all these baggages and I'm so feminist and critical of males, so the risk for him is high right? Cos anytime, I can crush his ego or something.)
And surprisingly, he said it's just like 1. Turns out he defines 'beta' in a r/s differently. High maintenance girls make for higher 'beta' for him. Oh well.
SATC Season 6 began with an episode on Finance too. Carrie says: "If you picked a bad stock, you just lose your shirt. If you picked a bad r/s, you lose your will to live..."
*so utterly true*
"And if the r/s is good, the stakes are even higher. And after weathering all the ups and downs, you could one day find yourself with nothing."
So why do we keep investing?
Actually, I have the answer to that. You're investing to keep that lil flame of hope and happiness alive. If not, what can you do? Just give up and stop living??
People still fall and love and get married in their 50s or 60s! Love if weird. It'll come at the oddest hours. But some people let their blind pursuit of romance and that tingly-warm-fuzzy feeling lead them away from their loved ones. And then when they realise that they've let someone really great go, they'll come to regret. Sometimes, comfort, acceptance and warmth take precedence over that butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling. CJ learnt this and knows this well enough.
No man? Who cares? Stocks make enough money to get you that POSH apartment called "The Shelf" even if you can't find one. And FYI, "The Shelf" is gonna be BIGGER than The Solitaire. UBER prime property. It'll command 4k psf. hahaha... I just haven't found a place and architect to build it up yet.
Just don't end up that shrivelled ol' woman who lives in a shoe.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
You Likey? I Likey!
Besides working, yours sincerely here have been having an overdose on SATC. (I'm on Season 5 Disc 1. Have no idea what'll happen when I finish Season 6. Maybe I should just jump off the building. Maybe I'll just watch the damn whole thing again.)
ANYWAYS, there's this episode where Dolce and Gabbana dresses Carrie Bradshaw up for a fashion runway show and she went, "Me no likey!" or "Me LIKEY very much!"
Well, here goes:
Me 'likey likey' my blog skin and virtual pet, Wee Webbit. It's brought me tonnes of joy and smiles to people's faces. *I hope*
Me likey likey very much my new job.... It's really sexy and full of buzz...
Me lovey lovey that one impt dude in my life who's in HK, and whom I feel like dancing with to Moon River a la Carrie and Mr Big when Big left New York to live in Napa.
Me likey likey this rather INSPIRED phrase from SATC:
On the subject of being an eternal optimist: How do you bounce back when reality batters your belief system and love DOES NOT, as promised, conquer all??
So much meaning packed into one teeny sentence...
ANYWAYS, there's this episode where Dolce and Gabbana dresses Carrie Bradshaw up for a fashion runway show and she went, "Me no likey!" or "Me LIKEY very much!"
Well, here goes:
Me 'likey likey' my blog skin and virtual pet, Wee Webbit. It's brought me tonnes of joy and smiles to people's faces. *I hope*
Me likey likey very much my new job.... It's really sexy and full of buzz...
Me lovey lovey that one impt dude in my life who's in HK, and whom I feel like dancing with to Moon River a la Carrie and Mr Big when Big left New York to live in Napa.
Me likey likey this rather INSPIRED phrase from SATC:
On the subject of being an eternal optimist: How do you bounce back when reality batters your belief system and love DOES NOT, as promised, conquer all??
So much meaning packed into one teeny sentence...
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Ze Attack of Ze Frenchphile
Stumbled across this on J's bloggy. and.....
OH. MY. GOSH. This babe just SOOO makes me wanna go back to French and news again. She's DROP DEAD G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S!!! Too beautiful to be reading the news, if you ask me. Then again, it proves she's one brainy babe. And the way she delivers her lines in melliflous French, like pure spring water running over a smooth rock, just makes ANYONE melt in their seat. I know I melted...
Tres tres tres Belle!!
Conclusion: CJ loves Frenchies!!
PS- My mom suddenly became nice and cuddly again... She's even cooking self-made dumplings for me and we're going for a walk together later! Awww....
OH. MY. GOSH. This babe just SOOO makes me wanna go back to French and news again. She's DROP DEAD G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S!!! Too beautiful to be reading the news, if you ask me. Then again, it proves she's one brainy babe. And the way she delivers her lines in melliflous French, like pure spring water running over a smooth rock, just makes ANYONE melt in their seat. I know I melted...
Tres tres tres Belle!!
Conclusion: CJ loves Frenchies!!
PS- My mom suddenly became nice and cuddly again... She's even cooking self-made dumplings for me and we're going for a walk together later! Awww....
Cold War At Home
I absolutely hate being home too much, cos my Empress Dowager of a mom will start acting up. I'm just thankful these will be one of the last few days she'll see much of me for the years to come.
First, she started off being absolutely supportive through my exam period and was so happy and proud that I passed in a jiffy. Things started turning bad when I spent a lil too long watching Ugly Betty and SATC. She'll pop her head in and scream at me for no rhyme or reason.
Case in point, one day she came home with lunch and I didn't even ask for it. And she said the person gave me brinjal by accident and it was meant for her, so I said fine then... I'll pass you the brinjal, no problem with that. She wasn't happy, saying I'll only have 2 sides with my rice and I said it doesn't matter. Then she insisted I tried the brinjal which was all mashed up and disgusting and I said I didn't want to politely. She could have it. She TOTALLY insisted again, and I started getting impatient, saying I never liked brinjal, then she started screaming that I'll eat whatever she asked me to. It was CRAZY!!!
I said I couldn't eat brinjal. Never liked it and I'm 24. I think i've lived long enough to know what I like or what I don't. She absolutely wasn't listening!!! Started screaming in the kitchen that I was this unfilial kid and all... MY GOSH!
Anyhow, I ate a slice just to shut her up. "There, happy?"
She couldn't say anything but heaved with anger while I scooped the remaining brinjal to her lunchbox. Then for the WHOLE FRIGGIN DAY, she gave me that cold shoulder and spoke harshly and curtly whenever I talked to her.
Scenario 2:
Just yesterday afternoon, she asked...correction, ORDERED that I was to help her dye her hair that evening. Asked if I was going out, and I said, yea, I'm going to gym, be back round 11-12ish. She wasn't happy it's so late, so I said, well we could do it now, i'll only be out in the evening, but she said she has students. Fair enough.
That night, I did my yoga class, ran a bit, had a nice steaming session and bath and was feeling rather dandy on the way home with my ipod and book, when she called. At 11.50. She started dyeing her hair without me and wanted me to be home IMMEDIATELY to dye the behinds. And I said, well, I'm on the train and there're 2 more stops to go, so she can expect me back in less than 15 mins, and she slammed down the phone.
When I got back, it was 12.05. BAD NEWS: she's done with her hair.
So I said, who did it for you? Was it my brother? She screamed she did it herself, and that if she'd waited for 10 minutes even, her dye would have dried out.
*cold shoulder as she watches TV*
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, so decided to give me a thorough tongue-lashing.
EVERYTHING came out. I'm unfilial, I don't keep promises, blah blah blah... And I'm like COME ON! I'm only 5 minutes late and I didn't even KNOW you started dyeing your hair. Couldn't you have called me to give some advance warning, saying I gotta be home by XX time to dye the behinds?
Then she screamed that I'm such a bad girl to stay out so late (excuse me, i'm just gymming) and that because of me, she did her behinds and it was blotchy or whatever. Seriously, if she wasn't so hung up on the whole 'natural dye only' thing and only used henna dye, she could've gone to the salon and would've saved everyone a lot of trouble.
Scenario 3:
Lunch time a few days ago. Came back from grocery shopping saying she had to carry everything back herself cos she couldn't find her Easilink card. and she thinks I STOLE IT!?!?! And I'm like, well, i definitely have NOT seen your card and I have my own, why would I take yours? And she's like then who else wouldn've taken it? EXCUSE ME?? there can be so many other people? Why me???? Just cos i stayed at home? And she's REALLY PEEVED. Kept asking me why is it she can't find it.
So I just called my brother and asked if he took it, cos he takes public transport to camp every morning. And he did. And turns out she only has that ONE CARD in her purse, and it was a misunderstanding cos she told him to take from her white bag, but he took from her purse, WHICH made her unable to take a bus and she walked back.
In the end, she found the extra cards and the one my brother's supposed to have taken in her other bags.
Yea, so it's my fault again. For some peculiar reason, I was given the cold shoulder the whole afternoon again.
Scenario 4:
Lunch time. I had a late breakfast, so when she came back with food, I didn't really wanna eat it. After opening the door for her, I ran upstairs to do the unglamourous (ie. pee). She screamed at me saying "Didn't you say you wanna eat?", and I replied, "Hold on, ok? I'm in the loo" And she screamed as if it's my fault "Zao3 bu shang4, wan3 bu shang4, pian1 pian1 zhe4 ge shi2 hou4 shang4" (translation: Why do you have to do it now, and not earlier nor later?)
And I'm just shocked that she even finds fault with answering the call of nature!!
And then there are all the age-old scenarios which everyone knows by now..... how she thinks all clubs/pubs/night spots (even live jazz pubs) are bad places, filled with smoke, drugs and people who prostitute themselves; how she hates me staying out late cos it means i'll be cabbing back with the midnight surcharge; how she's icky about sleepovers; the curfew she's set for me (I'm 24 for heaven's sake!).
She even hates SATC!!! Can't understand why 4 women have seemingly nothing to do in their lives but get together and talk about sex. And she's so afriad I'll become like them, and she'll ask, Am I like them??
So I told her, it's a lot more than that. There're a lot of relationship issues discussed as well, and these are successful career women with character who run their own lives. I don't agree with them all the time especially pertaining to sexual freedom, but there're other stuff which I can relate to, like Mr Big the asshole.
And she'll say, "In my days..... " blah blah blah, which just makes me REALLY feel like rolling my eyes, only I can't do that. I can only appeal to her logic, but she's really emotional...WOMEN!
Correction: Menopausal women are a force to be reckoned with.
Then again, so are PMS-ing women. Hah!
First, she started off being absolutely supportive through my exam period and was so happy and proud that I passed in a jiffy. Things started turning bad when I spent a lil too long watching Ugly Betty and SATC. She'll pop her head in and scream at me for no rhyme or reason.
Case in point, one day she came home with lunch and I didn't even ask for it. And she said the person gave me brinjal by accident and it was meant for her, so I said fine then... I'll pass you the brinjal, no problem with that. She wasn't happy, saying I'll only have 2 sides with my rice and I said it doesn't matter. Then she insisted I tried the brinjal which was all mashed up and disgusting and I said I didn't want to politely. She could have it. She TOTALLY insisted again, and I started getting impatient, saying I never liked brinjal, then she started screaming that I'll eat whatever she asked me to. It was CRAZY!!!
I said I couldn't eat brinjal. Never liked it and I'm 24. I think i've lived long enough to know what I like or what I don't. She absolutely wasn't listening!!! Started screaming in the kitchen that I was this unfilial kid and all... MY GOSH!
Anyhow, I ate a slice just to shut her up. "There, happy?"
She couldn't say anything but heaved with anger while I scooped the remaining brinjal to her lunchbox. Then for the WHOLE FRIGGIN DAY, she gave me that cold shoulder and spoke harshly and curtly whenever I talked to her.
Scenario 2:
Just yesterday afternoon, she asked...correction, ORDERED that I was to help her dye her hair that evening. Asked if I was going out, and I said, yea, I'm going to gym, be back round 11-12ish. She wasn't happy it's so late, so I said, well we could do it now, i'll only be out in the evening, but she said she has students. Fair enough.
That night, I did my yoga class, ran a bit, had a nice steaming session and bath and was feeling rather dandy on the way home with my ipod and book, when she called. At 11.50. She started dyeing her hair without me and wanted me to be home IMMEDIATELY to dye the behinds. And I said, well, I'm on the train and there're 2 more stops to go, so she can expect me back in less than 15 mins, and she slammed down the phone.
When I got back, it was 12.05. BAD NEWS: she's done with her hair.
So I said, who did it for you? Was it my brother? She screamed she did it herself, and that if she'd waited for 10 minutes even, her dye would have dried out.
*cold shoulder as she watches TV*
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, so decided to give me a thorough tongue-lashing.
EVERYTHING came out. I'm unfilial, I don't keep promises, blah blah blah... And I'm like COME ON! I'm only 5 minutes late and I didn't even KNOW you started dyeing your hair. Couldn't you have called me to give some advance warning, saying I gotta be home by XX time to dye the behinds?
Then she screamed that I'm such a bad girl to stay out so late (excuse me, i'm just gymming) and that because of me, she did her behinds and it was blotchy or whatever. Seriously, if she wasn't so hung up on the whole 'natural dye only' thing and only used henna dye, she could've gone to the salon and would've saved everyone a lot of trouble.
Scenario 3:
Lunch time a few days ago. Came back from grocery shopping saying she had to carry everything back herself cos she couldn't find her Easilink card. and she thinks I STOLE IT!?!?! And I'm like, well, i definitely have NOT seen your card and I have my own, why would I take yours? And she's like then who else wouldn've taken it? EXCUSE ME?? there can be so many other people? Why me???? Just cos i stayed at home? And she's REALLY PEEVED. Kept asking me why is it she can't find it.
So I just called my brother and asked if he took it, cos he takes public transport to camp every morning. And he did. And turns out she only has that ONE CARD in her purse, and it was a misunderstanding cos she told him to take from her white bag, but he took from her purse, WHICH made her unable to take a bus and she walked back.
In the end, she found the extra cards and the one my brother's supposed to have taken in her other bags.
Yea, so it's my fault again. For some peculiar reason, I was given the cold shoulder the whole afternoon again.
Scenario 4:
Lunch time. I had a late breakfast, so when she came back with food, I didn't really wanna eat it. After opening the door for her, I ran upstairs to do the unglamourous (ie. pee). She screamed at me saying "Didn't you say you wanna eat?", and I replied, "Hold on, ok? I'm in the loo" And she screamed as if it's my fault "Zao3 bu shang4, wan3 bu shang4, pian1 pian1 zhe4 ge shi2 hou4 shang4" (translation: Why do you have to do it now, and not earlier nor later?)
And I'm just shocked that she even finds fault with answering the call of nature!!
And then there are all the age-old scenarios which everyone knows by now..... how she thinks all clubs/pubs/night spots (even live jazz pubs) are bad places, filled with smoke, drugs and people who prostitute themselves; how she hates me staying out late cos it means i'll be cabbing back with the midnight surcharge; how she's icky about sleepovers; the curfew she's set for me (I'm 24 for heaven's sake!).
She even hates SATC!!! Can't understand why 4 women have seemingly nothing to do in their lives but get together and talk about sex. And she's so afriad I'll become like them, and she'll ask, Am I like them??
So I told her, it's a lot more than that. There're a lot of relationship issues discussed as well, and these are successful career women with character who run their own lives. I don't agree with them all the time especially pertaining to sexual freedom, but there're other stuff which I can relate to, like Mr Big the asshole.
And she'll say, "In my days..... " blah blah blah, which just makes me REALLY feel like rolling my eyes, only I can't do that. I can only appeal to her logic, but she's really emotional...WOMEN!
Correction: Menopausal women are a force to be reckoned with.
Then again, so are PMS-ing women. Hah!
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Inane Blog Things
| How You Are In Love |
 You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time. You tend to take more than give in relationships. You need your space and privacy. You don't like to be smothered. You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change. You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard. |
| You Are 30% Weird |
 Not enough to scare other people... But sometimes you scare yourself. |
| You True Love Will Find You |
 When it comes to love (and life), you totally put yourself out there. It's very easy for you to find love - and for love to find you. The best part is, you're never even actively looking to meet someone. You're just out there so much that love always seems to come your way. |
| Your Drag Queen Name Is: |
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| Your Japanese Name Is... |
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| Guys Like That You're Sensitive |
 And not in that "cry at a drop of a hat" sort of way You just get most guys - even if you're not trying to Guys find it is easy to confide in you and tell you their secrets No wonder you tend to get close quickly in relationships! |
| You Are Low Maintenance |
 Otherwise known as "too good to be true" You're one laid back chica - and men love that! Just remember that no good guy likes a dormat. So if you find your self going along to get along... Stop yourself and put up a little bit of a fight. |
| You Are Rocky Road Ice Cream |
 Unpredictable and wild, you know how to have fun. You're also a trendsetter who takes risks with new things. You know about the latest and greatest - and may have invented it! You are most compatible with vanilla ice cream. |
| Your Ideal Pet is a Bird |
 You're both very smart, very expressive, and very temperamental. You're as likely to bite your bird as it is to bite you. |
| Your Elf Name Is... |
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| You Are Likely a First Born |
 At your darkest moments, you feel guilty. At work and school, you do best when you're researching. When you love someone, you tend to agree with them often. In friendship, you are considerate and compromising. Your ideal careers are: business, research, counseling, promotion, and speaking. You will leave your mark on the world with discoveries, new information, and teaching people to dream. |
| You Are a Kogyaru! |
 If it's cute, you'll wear it. Fake and bake, hair bleach, and bright makeup line your bathroom cabinet. As for clothes - anything that's short and cute ("kawaii!"). You are the prize object of all sorts of men - but you are really looking for a rich foreign guy. He'll find you out hanging out in Shibuya shopping at the 109, text messaging and sending photos over your cellphone. |
| The Movie Of Your Life Is Film Noir |
 So what if you're a little nihilistic at times? Life with meaning is highly over-rated. Your best movie matches: Sin City, L. A. Confidential, Blade Runner |
Monday, March 26, 2007
Runaway Love
Once in a while, you come across movies or music videos with powerful messages which break your heart. This is one of such:
Runaway Love- Mary J. Blige and Ludacris
I HATE violence against women and children. HATE it! Parents should be more responsible. Don't make your kids suffer for your mistakes! Men should think before they act. The consequences of your actions reach far beyond your imagination and those few minutes of pleasure. And assholes whose only motivation in life is to get the next lay, YOU SHOULDN'T BE ALIVE!
You contribute to the sex trade in 3rd world countries, loads of abuse and child paedophilia which you will NEVER BE ABLE TO IMAGINE being inflicted on yourself. Do you have any idea how many missing women there are in the world? From just China alone, there are 44 million missing women.
Ever watched Lilya 4ever?
And here we are, being pissed with Japan for the denial of the 'comfort women' issue. But think about it, isn't it worse to kidnap girls and sexually enslave them FOR A PROFIT? At least the Japanese didn't make commercial gains, though that is not to say that what they did was any less of a crime.
So from this aspect, humanity didn't really evolve since post-WWII days but regressed into greater evil.
Runaway Love- Mary J. Blige and Ludacris
I HATE violence against women and children. HATE it! Parents should be more responsible. Don't make your kids suffer for your mistakes! Men should think before they act. The consequences of your actions reach far beyond your imagination and those few minutes of pleasure. And assholes whose only motivation in life is to get the next lay, YOU SHOULDN'T BE ALIVE!
You contribute to the sex trade in 3rd world countries, loads of abuse and child paedophilia which you will NEVER BE ABLE TO IMAGINE being inflicted on yourself. Do you have any idea how many missing women there are in the world? From just China alone, there are 44 million missing women.
Ever watched Lilya 4ever?
And here we are, being pissed with Japan for the denial of the 'comfort women' issue. But think about it, isn't it worse to kidnap girls and sexually enslave them FOR A PROFIT? At least the Japanese didn't make commercial gains, though that is not to say that what they did was any less of a crime.
So from this aspect, humanity didn't really evolve since post-WWII days but regressed into greater evil.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Child-Rearing and Stargazing
OH MY GOSH!!! I LURRRRRVE UGLY BETTY TO BITS!!!
Along with the many episodes of Sex and the City I've been watching while waiting for new job to start. Thank goodness for sitcoms! Else i'd be bored to tears... Well, actually not. I'm pretty hooked on Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince too. Need to finish it before the last instalment of the Potter series launches...
Mr G's back in town!!! And we went out to celebrate his brothers' birthdays today. Twas quite cool cos I got to play with his baby godson, Baby I, who's SUCH a cute darling...
And he's sucha hyper-kid who climbs here, zooms there, falls EVERYWHERE... l'il ball of a human who fancies himself a star and makes his rounds waving to everyone. And he watches Barney and Friends!!
Playing with Baby I is hardwork, and gives a lil preview to what parenthood will be like. And MAN, I don't even wanna go there. Attended a colleague's baby shower last week and here's her typical day of babysitting...
24 hours is split into 6 cycles of 4 hours each, of which the 1st 5-10 minutes is spent preparing the milk, then the actual feeding of the baby lasts about half an hour. After that you gotta rock the baby and rub his tummy so that he digests the milk and this lasts 50 minutes, then you put the baby to rest- 20 mins. SO FINALLY, you only have about 2 hours left to do your own thing before the next cycle begins.
NB: You have to do it deep into the night, in the dawn, or whatever time it is... else people accuse you of infanticide...
Conclusion? Mothers should be paid higher than investment bankers for the kinda work they put in man... IT'S TOUGH WORK!
Post babyplay, went to Kino and HK Cafe for a while with Mr G. Food was to-die-for!
Caught a play, A Brief Affair With Infinity, written and staged by an ex-classmate, JC, at The Artshouse later in the evening. She did a friggin fantastic monologue for 1 friggin fantastic hour... RESPECT! Loved the wordings and nuances of her movements. I haven't heard such beautiful language in a while and they just blew me away... Got me in touch with my inner theatrephile again and t'was awesome to catch up with CS peeps after a year. Somehow, the buzz I feel with CS peeps and theatre is just SO unique and different from banking. Banking's language is so... functional.... so purposeful, so economical, so matter-of-fact and logical. Theatre's language is so emotive, powerful, ALIVE!!
I think that's the main reason Mr G said I sounded perky afterwards. It's because I heard something 'living' and it fed my soul. Soulfood's what I call it. And boy, am I glad I have such UBER-talented friends!
Sunday's churchy-time with my pretty pink bible *pronounced (Bee-Bleh)*. Then Mr G's sis invited me over to lunch on her excellent cooking. L'il Claire had a BAGUS meal... heehee
Joined E at a jazz jamming session and sang 2 highly-embarassing songs. Yours sincerely here tried to sing the Pussycat Dolls version of 'Sway' and well, I think the most recent artiste these people know of is Lionel Richie, so you can imagine the fiasco that ensued. They got lost, I got lost... but only towards the end. Otherwise, it's an awesome rendition and they were fantastic musicians and I had LOADSA fun! *looking forward to next Sunday already*
S and J quarrelled, so mr tan and I went over to do damage control, but ended up have a Singapore-Franco exchange with S's flatmate, Frenchie. We hatched a cool plan to vote Frenchie into Cl*o's 50 El*g*ble Bachelors next year and sign ourselves up for S*U, that match-making institution, just for fun.
So there it is... Another weekend of la turbulent twenties. Before I leave, here's the IT SONG of the moment by Kelis:
Lil Star
There is nothing special about me
I am just a lil star
If it seems like I'm shining
It's probably a reflection of something you already are
I forget about myself sometime
When there's so many other around
When deep inside you feel the darkest
That is where I can always be found
That is where I can always be found
That is where I can always be found
Just keep trying and trying
It's just a matter of timing
Though the grinding is tiring
Don't let 'em stop you from smiling
Just keep trying and trying
Sooner or later you'll find it
It's surprising how inspiring
It is to see you shining
Cause in the dark of the night you're all i can see
And you sure look like a star to me
There is nothing special about me
I am just a lil star
If you try to reach out an touch me
You'll see that I'm not really that far
Oh, I may not be the brightest
Nor am I the last one you'll see
But as long as you notice, that's just fine with me
Everything's just fine with me
Everything's just fine with me
Just keep trying and trying
It's just a matter of timing
Though the grinding is tiring
Don't let 'em stop you from smiling
Just keep trying and trying
Sooner or later you'll find it
It's surprising how inspiring
It is to see you shining
Cause in the dark of the night you're all i can see
And you sure look like a star to me
There is nothing special about me
I am just a lil star
I've been running and jumping, but barely
Getting, getting over the bar
I plan on being much more than I
Am but that's in due time
But until then I'm guilty,
And being humans my crime
Just Being human that is my crime
Being human that is my crime
*chorus*
Adios!
Along with the many episodes of Sex and the City I've been watching while waiting for new job to start. Thank goodness for sitcoms! Else i'd be bored to tears... Well, actually not. I'm pretty hooked on Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince too. Need to finish it before the last instalment of the Potter series launches...
Mr G's back in town!!! And we went out to celebrate his brothers' birthdays today. Twas quite cool cos I got to play with his baby godson, Baby I, who's SUCH a cute darling...
And he's sucha hyper-kid who climbs here, zooms there, falls EVERYWHERE... l'il ball of a human who fancies himself a star and makes his rounds waving to everyone. And he watches Barney and Friends!!
Playing with Baby I is hardwork, and gives a lil preview to what parenthood will be like. And MAN, I don't even wanna go there. Attended a colleague's baby shower last week and here's her typical day of babysitting...
24 hours is split into 6 cycles of 4 hours each, of which the 1st 5-10 minutes is spent preparing the milk, then the actual feeding of the baby lasts about half an hour. After that you gotta rock the baby and rub his tummy so that he digests the milk and this lasts 50 minutes, then you put the baby to rest- 20 mins. SO FINALLY, you only have about 2 hours left to do your own thing before the next cycle begins.
NB: You have to do it deep into the night, in the dawn, or whatever time it is... else people accuse you of infanticide...
Conclusion? Mothers should be paid higher than investment bankers for the kinda work they put in man... IT'S TOUGH WORK!
Post babyplay, went to Kino and HK Cafe for a while with Mr G. Food was to-die-for!
Caught a play, A Brief Affair With Infinity, written and staged by an ex-classmate, JC, at The Artshouse later in the evening. She did a friggin fantastic monologue for 1 friggin fantastic hour... RESPECT! Loved the wordings and nuances of her movements. I haven't heard such beautiful language in a while and they just blew me away... Got me in touch with my inner theatrephile again and t'was awesome to catch up with CS peeps after a year. Somehow, the buzz I feel with CS peeps and theatre is just SO unique and different from banking. Banking's language is so... functional.... so purposeful, so economical, so matter-of-fact and logical. Theatre's language is so emotive, powerful, ALIVE!!
I think that's the main reason Mr G said I sounded perky afterwards. It's because I heard something 'living' and it fed my soul. Soulfood's what I call it. And boy, am I glad I have such UBER-talented friends!
Sunday's churchy-time with my pretty pink bible *pronounced (Bee-Bleh)*. Then Mr G's sis invited me over to lunch on her excellent cooking. L'il Claire had a BAGUS meal... heehee
Joined E at a jazz jamming session and sang 2 highly-embarassing songs. Yours sincerely here tried to sing the Pussycat Dolls version of 'Sway' and well, I think the most recent artiste these people know of is Lionel Richie, so you can imagine the fiasco that ensued. They got lost, I got lost... but only towards the end. Otherwise, it's an awesome rendition and they were fantastic musicians and I had LOADSA fun! *looking forward to next Sunday already*
S and J quarrelled, so mr tan and I went over to do damage control, but ended up have a Singapore-Franco exchange with S's flatmate, Frenchie. We hatched a cool plan to vote Frenchie into Cl*o's 50 El*g*ble Bachelors next year and sign ourselves up for S*U, that match-making institution, just for fun.
So there it is... Another weekend of la turbulent twenties. Before I leave, here's the IT SONG of the moment by Kelis:
Lil Star
There is nothing special about me
I am just a lil star
If it seems like I'm shining
It's probably a reflection of something you already are
I forget about myself sometime
When there's so many other around
When deep inside you feel the darkest
That is where I can always be found
That is where I can always be found
That is where I can always be found
Just keep trying and trying
It's just a matter of timing
Though the grinding is tiring
Don't let 'em stop you from smiling
Just keep trying and trying
Sooner or later you'll find it
It's surprising how inspiring
It is to see you shining
Cause in the dark of the night you're all i can see
And you sure look like a star to me
There is nothing special about me
I am just a lil star
If you try to reach out an touch me
You'll see that I'm not really that far
Oh, I may not be the brightest
Nor am I the last one you'll see
But as long as you notice, that's just fine with me
Everything's just fine with me
Everything's just fine with me
Just keep trying and trying
It's just a matter of timing
Though the grinding is tiring
Don't let 'em stop you from smiling
Just keep trying and trying
Sooner or later you'll find it
It's surprising how inspiring
It is to see you shining
Cause in the dark of the night you're all i can see
And you sure look like a star to me
There is nothing special about me
I am just a lil star
I've been running and jumping, but barely
Getting, getting over the bar
I plan on being much more than I
Am but that's in due time
But until then I'm guilty,
And being humans my crime
Just Being human that is my crime
Being human that is my crime
*chorus*
Adios!
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Video Backlog
Some comments to make about the newly-resurrected turbulent twenties. The new pic's a glamourous purple/black/white theme and I absolutely ADORE my new virtual pet, Wee Webbit.
In the past few months, yours sincerely dug out some really cool dance videos, starting with Bootylicious BEYONCE. She's beautiful, sweet, sexy, has personality, a kick-ass dancer and an amazing singer. YOU GO GIRL!
Check Up On It
"If you've Got it, Flaunt it, Boy I know you wannit"
Deja Vu
*check out the Sharon Stone impersonation*
Irreplaceable
(this one's for Mr D aka the "BLUB", here's Girrl Power at its greatest)
"To the left, to the left, Everything you own in the box to the left"
The next one's entirely in black and white, but I just LURVE the camera-work and dance moves. JT is singularly the most stylish man I've ever seen... from the Beckhamish shaved head to the monochrome dance suits.
My Love
And this is the live version. It's positively EXPLOSIVE.
His falsetto is horribly out of tune, but who cares when you kick total ass!
In the past few months, yours sincerely dug out some really cool dance videos, starting with Bootylicious BEYONCE. She's beautiful, sweet, sexy, has personality, a kick-ass dancer and an amazing singer. YOU GO GIRL!
Check Up On It
"If you've Got it, Flaunt it, Boy I know you wannit"
Deja Vu
*check out the Sharon Stone impersonation*
Irreplaceable
(this one's for Mr D aka the "BLUB", here's Girrl Power at its greatest)
"To the left, to the left, Everything you own in the box to the left"
The next one's entirely in black and white, but I just LURVE the camera-work and dance moves. JT is singularly the most stylish man I've ever seen... from the Beckhamish shaved head to the monochrome dance suits.
My Love
And this is the live version. It's positively EXPLOSIVE.
His falsetto is horribly out of tune, but who cares when you kick total ass!
Friday, March 16, 2007
Turbulent Twenties Resurrects
COME ON E'ERONE!!
*resounding applause*
*pops the champagne bottle*
Give a HUGE BOTTOMS-UP!!! *cheers!*
Cos turbulent twenties is back in town! Woot Woot! To paint EVERYWHERE pink, and PInk and P-I-N-K.... (that's 3 colours for ya)
More tales of l'il claire's misadventures will be coming round shortly to regale you, but meanwhile, we have to backtrack a bit, cos there's quite a chunk of juicy bits we've missed.
First, I hooked up with the bestest bee yet. The story goes that this bee was smart enough to read my mind and my looks when so many others have failed. After that, he created just enough 'buzz' by hanging around a bit, then flying off for a kickass holiday for a week or 2, just enough to make me uncomfortable, and coming back to execute the grand 'woo' plan (which I TOTALLY figured out, but just played along). And then he leaves again for business, then he's back again, then he's relocated again, and then I fly up or he flies down... Complicated, you say? Well, I think not. In fact, it's FANTABULOUS!!!!
On the workfront, the 1st few quarters of life in the workforce flew by in a jiffy with a particular familial local bank. Life was good and cushy and stable, and I had the best mentor and manager ever. Learnt lots about people and wealth management. And then there was the 'itch' and there 'poof', l'il claire's somewhere else..... For me to know and you to find out.
Meanwhile, I'm absolutely taken with cute underdog UGLY BETTY, cos she totally reminds me of me while I bumble at work and how a pure, sincere heart and being true to yourself can save the day!!! PLUS... hook you up with a cute, to-die-for boss who not only adores you, but posseses a cleft on his chinny-chin-chin. How quaint!
Toodle-oo!
*resounding applause*
*pops the champagne bottle*
Give a HUGE BOTTOMS-UP!!! *cheers!*
Cos turbulent twenties is back in town! Woot Woot! To paint EVERYWHERE pink, and PInk and P-I-N-K.... (that's 3 colours for ya)
More tales of l'il claire's misadventures will be coming round shortly to regale you, but meanwhile, we have to backtrack a bit, cos there's quite a chunk of juicy bits we've missed.
First, I hooked up with the bestest bee yet. The story goes that this bee was smart enough to read my mind and my looks when so many others have failed. After that, he created just enough 'buzz' by hanging around a bit, then flying off for a kickass holiday for a week or 2, just enough to make me uncomfortable, and coming back to execute the grand 'woo' plan (which I TOTALLY figured out, but just played along). And then he leaves again for business, then he's back again, then he's relocated again, and then I fly up or he flies down... Complicated, you say? Well, I think not. In fact, it's FANTABULOUS!!!!
On the workfront, the 1st few quarters of life in the workforce flew by in a jiffy with a particular familial local bank. Life was good and cushy and stable, and I had the best mentor and manager ever. Learnt lots about people and wealth management. And then there was the 'itch' and there 'poof', l'il claire's somewhere else..... For me to know and you to find out.
Meanwhile, I'm absolutely taken with cute underdog UGLY BETTY, cos she totally reminds me of me while I bumble at work and how a pure, sincere heart and being true to yourself can save the day!!! PLUS... hook you up with a cute, to-die-for boss who not only adores you, but posseses a cleft on his chinny-chin-chin. How quaint!
Toodle-oo!
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Ali G In Da House
Not Ali A
Not Ali B
Not Ali C
Not Ali D...
Not Ali E......
Not Ali E-F-F...
But ALI G.
Chek' it, Aiiiight!!! All 10 parts of it here on the Cheapo-Netsurfer's Godsend, YOUTUBE.COM!!
Not Ali B
Not Ali C
Not Ali D...
Not Ali E......
Not Ali E-F-F...
But ALI G.
Chek' it, Aiiiight!!! All 10 parts of it here on the Cheapo-Netsurfer's Godsend, YOUTUBE.COM!!
Bibbity Bobbity Boo
Great! I FINALLY feel the rush to blog again after a LOOONNNG hiatus.
That's cos l'il claire has her attention spread among a few interesting thingeys... First it was the rehearsals which culminated in the TO-DIE-FOR trip to Bali (which I shan't bother blogging cos there's just TOO much to say), then spent the next 3 days missing Bali and looking through the pics and feeling sorry for myself for being back in boring ol' Singapore.
Then it was another wedding thingey with E and S, then I went through the whole music phase when I spent mornings on the piano, afternoons on the violin and evenings at the Esplanade chilling out or score-searching. I was even at the Esplanade thrice in one week.
Then cos mr D's acting up again, I went out lots and social activity became a blur. Through friends, I met this cool female lobbyist who jetsets around the world organizing campaigns for environment-protection, children's welfare, etc. Then through her, we met 2 Harvard docs who're finishing their studies and doing their housemanship. Then we all happily went to sing Karaoke and ended up crooning to mouldy oldies cos the selection's so limited. Oh well.... Singapore!
Then E and I met up with E's friend, this cool French who's really a Russian spy in disguise (I'm kidding). And all 3 of us being jazz lovers hit City Space at Swissotel for some chilling.
Then it was my room revamp phase which in the end didn't amount much. Realised I needed work clothes so I overturned the whole bloody cupboard and separated the 'work-worthy' ones from the non-work clothes. Threw away ALL my Uni and JC texts and notes. FINALLY! *sheesh, I'm such a hoarder! Sec 3 Chemistry notes were still underneath my bed in a box!!*
Spent some nights partying and some days going to church for services and some prayer meetings. This Christian rock band came to SG and took my weekend away, but I thoroughly enjoyed it! They're like SOOOOO cool!!!
Then some days were spent fretting over my career options, which I realised shouldn't even have been an issue to begin with, cos I'm so happy right now. Had to choose between one industry and another and one bank from the other and the decision killed off like 1/4 of my brain cells and caused a MASSIVE zit outbreak and several bad hair days (cos was constantly tearing hair out). Can ya imagine that level of stress? It was like a million issues swimming in my head at every moment threatening to drive me insane. Thank goodness for my dear friends who could give objective views on stuff!
Some evenings again were spent studying with Mr D, who reversed his acting up attitude and became cute and cuddly and loving again. He's such a pig, but such a cute one!
But then, I have a new bee. hee hee...
Then work started and then bam bam bam.... social activity spirals outta control. Lunches with friends at that area, lunches with new colleagues whom I adore and post-work gatherings.
Watched Over the Hedge and She's The Man (I'm too stretched thin for anyting other than comedies). Both were H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S!!! Hammie TOTALLY hams up the show with his caffeine-induced speed and his large teary eyes when he said "I'm not stupid..."
And Amanda Bynes was Abso-f**king-lutely likeable in She's The Man. We went in expecting a tween flick and were rewarded with TONNES more. The premise was a bit on the tall side, but COME ON! Tampons for nose bleeds and being knocked on your nuts by a soccer ball are just TOTAL CLASSICS, I tell ya! And there's the "Eew, girls with asses like mine DO NOT go out with guys with faces like yours." retort which was just WICKED!
Then again, it has to be good. The Bard wrote it after all (originally known as Twelfth Night). PLUS of course there's the Yummylicious Duke, soccer captain of Illyria *droolz*
It's ze horrid weekly Saturday exams which I HAVE to pass ahead, so every hour's spent on mugging now... dammit!
Overall, life can't get any better! Cheers! *clink*
That's cos l'il claire has her attention spread among a few interesting thingeys... First it was the rehearsals which culminated in the TO-DIE-FOR trip to Bali (which I shan't bother blogging cos there's just TOO much to say), then spent the next 3 days missing Bali and looking through the pics and feeling sorry for myself for being back in boring ol' Singapore.
Then it was another wedding thingey with E and S, then I went through the whole music phase when I spent mornings on the piano, afternoons on the violin and evenings at the Esplanade chilling out or score-searching. I was even at the Esplanade thrice in one week.
Then cos mr D's acting up again, I went out lots and social activity became a blur. Through friends, I met this cool female lobbyist who jetsets around the world organizing campaigns for environment-protection, children's welfare, etc. Then through her, we met 2 Harvard docs who're finishing their studies and doing their housemanship. Then we all happily went to sing Karaoke and ended up crooning to mouldy oldies cos the selection's so limited. Oh well.... Singapore!
Then E and I met up with E's friend, this cool French who's really a Russian spy in disguise (I'm kidding). And all 3 of us being jazz lovers hit City Space at Swissotel for some chilling.
Then it was my room revamp phase which in the end didn't amount much. Realised I needed work clothes so I overturned the whole bloody cupboard and separated the 'work-worthy' ones from the non-work clothes. Threw away ALL my Uni and JC texts and notes. FINALLY! *sheesh, I'm such a hoarder! Sec 3 Chemistry notes were still underneath my bed in a box!!*
Spent some nights partying and some days going to church for services and some prayer meetings. This Christian rock band came to SG and took my weekend away, but I thoroughly enjoyed it! They're like SOOOOO cool!!!
Then some days were spent fretting over my career options, which I realised shouldn't even have been an issue to begin with, cos I'm so happy right now. Had to choose between one industry and another and one bank from the other and the decision killed off like 1/4 of my brain cells and caused a MASSIVE zit outbreak and several bad hair days (cos was constantly tearing hair out). Can ya imagine that level of stress? It was like a million issues swimming in my head at every moment threatening to drive me insane. Thank goodness for my dear friends who could give objective views on stuff!
Some evenings again were spent studying with Mr D, who reversed his acting up attitude and became cute and cuddly and loving again. He's such a pig, but such a cute one!
But then, I have a new bee. hee hee...
Then work started and then bam bam bam.... social activity spirals outta control. Lunches with friends at that area, lunches with new colleagues whom I adore and post-work gatherings.
Watched Over the Hedge and She's The Man (I'm too stretched thin for anyting other than comedies). Both were H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S!!! Hammie TOTALLY hams up the show with his caffeine-induced speed and his large teary eyes when he said "I'm not stupid..."
And Amanda Bynes was Abso-f**king-lutely likeable in She's The Man. We went in expecting a tween flick and were rewarded with TONNES more. The premise was a bit on the tall side, but COME ON! Tampons for nose bleeds and being knocked on your nuts by a soccer ball are just TOTAL CLASSICS, I tell ya! And there's the "Eew, girls with asses like mine DO NOT go out with guys with faces like yours." retort which was just WICKED!
Then again, it has to be good. The Bard wrote it after all (originally known as Twelfth Night). PLUS of course there's the Yummylicious Duke, soccer captain of Illyria *droolz*
It's ze horrid weekly Saturday exams which I HAVE to pass ahead, so every hour's spent on mugging now... dammit!
Overall, life can't get any better! Cheers! *clink*
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Some gifts...
J's gift of different-flavoured chocolates from South Africa is WICKED! Love the Rose Geramium flavour and Cafe Latte flavour. Chilli was good mainly cos the dark chocolate was so finger-licking sinful. I still have many more flavours to go thru though. :)
Miss G provided a gift of soulfood today.
Thanks babe. It's an awesome, inspiring video. A really timely message for myself and other fresh graduates.
Steve Jobs Stanford Commencement Speech 2005
Miss G provided a gift of soulfood today.
Thanks babe. It's an awesome, inspiring video. A really timely message for myself and other fresh graduates.
Steve Jobs Stanford Commencement Speech 2005
Saturday, May 06, 2006
It's love.... sweet love...
I'm in love....
With Bach Suite No. 1. It's amazing. Heard G play it on the cello and my jaws dropped. *He was the Saint-Saens Cello competition champion of US after all.*
Besides that, the natural beauties from Jewel of the Palace got me spellbound. Presenting my star finds of the loveliest, smartest, kindest(not all of them), sassy-est ladies from the palace courts:
How lovely! And it's such an awesome show! I've never really caught on the K-wave or any wave for that matter, but this serial just blows me away! Doesn't help that Mom got hooked as well and bought the whole VCD set...
One fine Saturday, mr D blew a neat 320 on tickets to Burn The Floor. And MY GOSH was it a blast!
And this pretty blonde bombshell of a dancer was there for autograph session. She's so PREETTAAYY!!!
Mr D and I both ran into people we were dating some time back at the show. And SURPRISE SURPRISE! They were dating as a couple too!
It's like playing musical chairs. Freaky... The whole thing freaked me out inexplicably. Our world suddenly seemed too small for comfort.
With Bach Suite No. 1. It's amazing. Heard G play it on the cello and my jaws dropped. *He was the Saint-Saens Cello competition champion of US after all.*
Besides that, the natural beauties from Jewel of the Palace got me spellbound. Presenting my star finds of the loveliest, smartest, kindest(not all of them), sassy-est ladies from the palace courts:
How lovely! And it's such an awesome show! I've never really caught on the K-wave or any wave for that matter, but this serial just blows me away! Doesn't help that Mom got hooked as well and bought the whole VCD set...
One fine Saturday, mr D blew a neat 320 on tickets to Burn The Floor. And MY GOSH was it a blast!
And this pretty blonde bombshell of a dancer was there for autograph session. She's so PREETTAAYY!!!
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Mr D and I both ran into people we were dating some time back at the show. And SURPRISE SURPRISE! They were dating as a couple too!
It's like playing musical chairs. Freaky... The whole thing freaked me out inexplicably. Our world suddenly seemed too small for comfort.
That aside, I'm so DYING to take up latin ballroom and brush up salsa now.
Life has been pretty good these days. For one, mr D and I are so very happy. I do miss being single and available at times, especially when I feel like having my bees ask me out, but there's always a tradeoff and I have come to see his worth and his importance to me and I banish these playerism thoughts. Can't have my cake and eat it right? okok, maybe I can, but I choose not to.
Love is always a choice, because passion will only last that long. After that, you need faith to glue the rs, and the conscious decision not to think of others. Love is rational in this way, and the way I see it, only the smart and rational will have lasting, loving relationships, because the overly-sentimental/hopelessly-romantic/falls head over heels at first sight kinda insane psycho will change partners like nobody's business. Case in point, all 'artistic' people with heightened awareness of 'beauty' are all casanovas, or end up being emotional wrecks in volatile/abusive/___ (fill in the blanks) relationships.
So I try to be very rational these days, which is working, really.
On the work-front, my new career's starting soon, and I'm so EXCITED about it. Can't disclose too much, cos we're not sposed to blog about work. All I can say it I've LOTS to learn and the textbooks are DARN thick. But I'll come out of it a better and smarter. :)
My FYP video got rave reviews from everyone, even the profs. My supervisor was happy but she's leaving the school. It's quite sad cos I've really grown quite fond of her. She's like a mother hen fussing over us, her brood.
Anyway, we just had a faculty happy hour at Brewerkz. It's interesting how many beautiful people there are there. You see the aging white population along the Attica stretch an wonder where all the white cuties are... well, they're at Brewerkz stretch! :)
Faculty night was eventful, not only cos it's my 1st time there, but cos my FYP prof is leaving. We're her last group *sob* The whole of my division (broadcast) was down that night to bid farewell. And here we are.... the UBER nice folks of my school... my companions for many a nights in editing and bitching ard about anything under the sun.
The party didn't end after 2 sodas (no beer for me!). J&J, my division seniors wanted to dance a bit so we hopped over to ONS and the band there's AWESOME! Much better than the one at Un*on S*uare. They play the most awesome salsa tracks and it's a shame nobody does salsa in ONS.
Actually, not true. I did see one girl trying to get her bf to salsa with her. She's obviously more experienced and her guy couldn't lead properly. It was funny the way he turned her, twisting her hand and she had that peeved expression on her face! *lol* And they gave up after one song. Wished S&E were there man.... they'll so bring down the house... Then there were a couple of aging whites doing their THANG totally. They're pretty good and sporty dancers!
Bali wedding rehearsal commenced on Friday and I was SO happy to play proper string works and Classical pieces again. Loved ensemble playing and the rich timbre of the quartet... and after such a long hiatus from music and venturing into dance, it's great to be able to play with S,W and KY again.
While playing, I thought about how comfortable it is to play and how nice it would to make this a living! :) the story goes that some years back, when lil CJ was in London on music exchange with the Royal Academy, she sat in during one of the Conductor's masterclass. There were only 5 students to one prof, and they formed a sort of chamber group and each player took turns to conduct. The prof will ask after each attempt on what was good and what didn't work; the musicians gave feedback for their conducting classmate. These people can spend like 5 hours just doing this and it's so interactive that lil CJ and friends though it quite a quaint idea to pursue music professionally. Few years down, she doesn't do it. And her mind is filled with possibilities of "What ifs".
Anyway, I'm just glad for the few musical companions I have in my life. These people are friends for life because we're bound by passion for music! Of course, I'll always adore my dance friends.
mr D brought me to watch Mirrormask. It's a Neil Gaiman film... he writes the most fantastic hilarious stories. Whimsical visuals, cool surreal music and the whole fantasy element made my day! Totally arty-farty! All graphic designers, 3-D artistes and animators and children storybook writers should watch it.
To celebrate J's bday, V gathered a few best mates and we headed down one fine evening to Vansh, this rather famous north-indian restaurant with to-die-for ambience. It's at the ultra-uluated Indoor stadium promenade which looked like Clarky Quay, with it's quaint al fresco riverside dining spots.
The flipside was: it's Vansh's mango week. EVERYTHING WE ORDERED HAD MANGO IN IT.
Of course, it's the Indian Mango, which had this distinctly sweet-sour flavour which wasn't entirely unpleasant. North-Indian cuisine is really VERY flavourful. Every dish was an experience and every mouthful was like analysing a perfume's top notes, middle tones and low notes... pretty cool.
I almost choked on one exceptionally spicy mushroom with mango bits on it though... teared like crazy cos it was so pungent.
So you see the 3 smiley faces with our mango drink lined with salt on the glass rims. :) The mango drink doesn't taste like your regular mango ice blended. It's sweet-sour and very distinctly tropical and fresh. You can almost imagine the ripe mangoes hanging from the trees and curvaceous Indian beauties in flowy saris dancing near it. (okok... so this is very cliche... blame Bollywood.)
And here's J and L with their drinks "Kama Sutra" and "Mango Lassi":
Had an awesome time catching up and celebrating the end of our schooling days. Cheers to our graduation, folks! *chink*
T'was Secret Bible Week on Nat Geo last week. Watched some docus on the Da Vinci code and some other theology-related stuff. It's so controversial because now they're telling us that there're people who healed millions and rose from the dead like Jesus?!?!?!
Nevertheless, these docus are really good and UBER FASCINATING! It actually promotes more religious awareness by making people want to delve into such studies and research, which can't be a bad thing right?
And wouldn't it be cool if one day, I could produce documentaries of such quality and education value? WICKED.
GE2006 came and went. I'm just glad my neighbours didn't become rabbits for the 100M carrot. Period.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Bali Bali Bali
I am going to B-A-L-I!!! WOOHOO!!!
It's an all expenses paid for trip BESIDES getting paid a sum for playing for a wedding gig. Mom's few hundred grands of investing in my music education didn't go to waste after all.
Just did the Zouk's 15th anniversary Cry*tal Ball performance and it was SO drop-dead cool! We were dressed up whimsically with hair and make-up done professionally.
Played the oh-so-boring Eine Kleine, but the DJ threw breakbeats along with it, then a rapper and opera singer joined in, then this bhangara drummer.... and boring Eine Kleine suddenly became the most happening piece on earth! *lol*
Met lotsa models, dancers, drags, show artistes, dressers, hair stylists, etc. The whole show's an amazing spectacle and I would love to have seen it but too bad performers can't really watch. But I have to say that this is the def ZE MOST amazing and COOLest show I've ever done in my life.
Silly cow me forgot to bring the most impt thing of all on such occasions- the digicam. And ergo, no pics. And the pic of us in ST Life doesn't include me, dammit.
Exams are finally over and life is just eat, sleep and play :)
I did everything under "play" category. For starters, there were the bimbo books and beauty mags, then the fine dining with mr D, then karaoke, then partying at MOS, then watched a play... and a movie... *ice age 2 sucks*
Even got hooked onto the Korean show DA CHANG JIN (Jewel in the Palace). The actresses are so naturally beautiful and they've such flawless complexions!
And can you believe that this girl's over 30?? She looks 18!!!
Remembered when the K-wave first hit Singapore. There's this other serial she acted in called Fireworks and she looked like decades older there. How come she's aging backwards? Korean skincare must be light years ahead of for them to look this way man...
Oops, I'm ogling at the wrong gender no? Here's the correct one.
Now I'm not one inclined towards idol-worship of any sort. But recently has rediscovered the charms of this lad while mr D was crooning his songs. He can croon to melt any heart.... I mean the lad. To mr D's credit, mr D's almost there...
This dude's an ABC, plays piano and violin *swoon*, has a Master of Arts in Music, sings like an angel and LOOKS like one too. HE IS SO CUTE!!! *melts*
Found his looks familiar, but I can't put my finger on who he looks like but I was quite sure I knew someone who looked like him. And then EUREKA! I got it! He looks like Commando Bee!!! Rather the other way round, and commando bee ain't as cute as he, but it doesn't matter. Bottomline is they look alike.
Life is so amusing...
Or rather, the post-exams inimitable boredom has killed my sanity and I now find everything amusing :)
It's an all expenses paid for trip BESIDES getting paid a sum for playing for a wedding gig. Mom's few hundred grands of investing in my music education didn't go to waste after all.
Just did the Zouk's 15th anniversary Cry*tal Ball performance and it was SO drop-dead cool! We were dressed up whimsically with hair and make-up done professionally.
Played the oh-so-boring Eine Kleine, but the DJ threw breakbeats along with it, then a rapper and opera singer joined in, then this bhangara drummer.... and boring Eine Kleine suddenly became the most happening piece on earth! *lol*
Met lotsa models, dancers, drags, show artistes, dressers, hair stylists, etc. The whole show's an amazing spectacle and I would love to have seen it but too bad performers can't really watch. But I have to say that this is the def ZE MOST amazing and COOLest show I've ever done in my life.
Silly cow me forgot to bring the most impt thing of all on such occasions- the digicam. And ergo, no pics. And the pic of us in ST Life doesn't include me, dammit.
Exams are finally over and life is just eat, sleep and play :)
I did everything under "play" category. For starters, there were the bimbo books and beauty mags, then the fine dining with mr D, then karaoke, then partying at MOS, then watched a play... and a movie... *ice age 2 sucks*
Even got hooked onto the Korean show DA CHANG JIN (Jewel in the Palace). The actresses are so naturally beautiful and they've such flawless complexions!
And can you believe that this girl's over 30?? She looks 18!!!Remembered when the K-wave first hit Singapore. There's this other serial she acted in called Fireworks and she looked like decades older there. How come she's aging backwards? Korean skincare must be light years ahead of for them to look this way man...
Oops, I'm ogling at the wrong gender no? Here's the correct one.
Now I'm not one inclined towards idol-worship of any sort. But recently has rediscovered the charms of this lad while mr D was crooning his songs. He can croon to melt any heart.... I mean the lad. To mr D's credit, mr D's almost there...
This dude's an ABC, plays piano and violin *swoon*, has a Master of Arts in Music, sings like an angel and LOOKS like one too. HE IS SO CUTE!!! *melts*
Found his looks familiar, but I can't put my finger on who he looks like but I was quite sure I knew someone who looked like him. And then EUREKA! I got it! He looks like Commando Bee!!! Rather the other way round, and commando bee ain't as cute as he, but it doesn't matter. Bottomline is they look alike.
Life is so amusing...
Or rather, the post-exams inimitable boredom has killed my sanity and I now find everything amusing :)
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
ALL JUNKED UP
I'm finally coming round to the end of my Uni days... kinda sad. I do like it lots. In fact, even in my worse days, I liked it. Looking back now I actually think I loved every one of my 4 years there. Not the school itself. I HATE the location... but the environment, the stuff I did, the people and the life lessons.
Most importantly the people and life lessons, for what use is that piece of certificate to me other than landing my 1st job?
I loved and lost, then loved again in these grounds. The canteens, the stairways, the corridors, the lifts, the slope down Nany*ng Hill, the pool, the track, the dance studios.... every single part of it is so deeply etched in my memory.
And of course dear S*I, the building in blue itself. I have a love-hate relationship with it man.... I hate the MMLab for its smell, for its memory of night after night of editing... I love the vending machine. I hate the toilet.... (it's not dirty. I just don't like it).... I love the Benches and resource centre where you can watch free DVDs of the most interesting artsy films. I love the audio and DJ suites for their homely feel. I'm SO at home with audio. I hate the broadcast prac room for its paint smell and its sub-zero temperature.
I loved the profs. Even the most boring ones are likeable in their own lil way.
Had FYP moderation yest and today's the screening of the 12 short films everyone did.
Realised I haven't blogged in eons and I mean like...... EEEOOONNNSSS... But anyway, life as usual has been turbulent. Lotsa ups and downs, but I'm happy to announce that it's 90% UP, which is HEY! THAT'S AWESOME! Unprecedented in fact.
The main reason is......... *drumrolls*....... I've been getting wooed. Lots. No, no more bees in picture. They're gone cos the flowering period is over. Now's the harvest period for the fruits of my labour.... which is why I'm so happy.
1st harvest was Mr D. Now the story goes that love comes when you least expect it. I was just busying ard with my life of school, projects and some parties when Mr D came knock-knocking and reappeared. Mr D has been exceptionally nice. So nice sometimes I can't believe it. To cut the long story short, he stopped letting me down.
He even woed me with a nice V-day dinner at a certain 5 star hotel. I was so happy I teared a bit. Ergo the reddish eyes.
And this is the most amazing and biggest tiramisu I've had in my entire life. And that sweetness seeped into my heart.
Then came the movies, the dinners, the dancing and the occasional zany stuff we do like pop down to shop at Mustafa at 2am in the morning, pretending to be students of SMU and touring their grounds on another day (their gym's WICKED).... and we are happy again.
I can't say he wasn't a bastard then, but he is sincere now. And through my FYP crunch time when I perpetually needed help, he was there despite work and all. And he drove the bees away and I'm not any sorry for it.
So I guess I've joined the ranks of the attached again. He really knows me best. My movie tastes, my music tastes, my dance tastes... He even anticipates my quips to his comments before I say them.
And that's great cos then I don't have to talk so much like I do with other guys. I can RELAX!
Career-wise, my efforts in starting early are paying off too. Landed interviews with every job I've applied for though I didn't ace all of them. Walked into the 1st few looking like a zombie from 28 Days. Blame it on FYP.
But anyway, 4 interviews, 2 rejection letters, tonnes and tonnes of concealer for my eyebags later, I got a job offer on my 4th interview!! I'm happy with it but still shopping around abit... just in case.
You see, I'm still torn between bread and butter and pursuing what I really wanna do. But if.... just if, I can find the shortcut to bypass the bread and butter stage, I can just go directly to what I really wanna do. Right?
Sorry that sounded so cryptic. I just don't wanna pay my ass off for education loans should I decide to pursue higher learning.
I've come to think that THIS is the quarter-life crises. THIS is the crossroad. Where can I go from here? Everything's hanging in the air and everything's uncertain. Which steps should I take to achieve my goals? And can I bypass them to achieve more in less time?
But the point is, I'm so afriad to take those steps... because one wrong step and you'll be cast out from the SG system. That's how SG society works. Oh well...
Turbulent twenties is such because of this. But I like the thrill of it sometimes. It's precisely because you have the choice that makes life so fun, so powerful. Imagine being born rich and destined to take over family business and have heaps of expectations on you. Yes, you do own power, but you've no control of your destiny. And because I have this choice, life is that much richer.
This word 'DESTINY' has been haunting me. Recently started following Jasmine to church and it's been great for my soul. Wouldn't say I'm into the whole religion business yet, but the life lessons are so profound and empowering you just keep wanting to go back. And they talked about destiny and how we should all strive to be in positions of influence.
What does it take to be in positions of influence? I don't think the bread and butter job will give me that. I need to be in media or politics to have that. Mr D very smartly pointed out that to get to positions of influence, you need tonnes of experience, a total understanding of the working world and for people to respect you for all that. So how is a fresh grad able to achieve that kinda position just like that? So I should just start out whereever I can and be the best in that field and many doors will open from there.
I kind of agree. But I'm just worried that after being in 'bread and butter' for too long, I can't go back to media anymore. Then i'll be really upset.
Okay, I think I've rambled on enough.
What else happened?
Oh, I acted in 2 plays for friends doing directing. Grew quite close to theatre peeps during this time... It's so comfortable being with them. No expectation, great humour, common ideas, we talk crap everyday and pass them off as artistic 'theatrical' stuff. I love it.
Went through some really hilarious moments putting up stuff and preparing presentations, especially staging A's "Les Liaisons Dangerouses", wayang kulit style, complete with shadows, red lighting and miles and miles of sleeves for dramatic effect. MAN! I SO had a kick swishing those cloth around like some Russian gymnast with her ribbon.
Then in another staging, they projected "Deep Throat"(one of the 1st few porn movies ever made) in the background while people acted. And it was so graphic and gross that even the guy next to me said "EEEW"...... Hilarious. But that's modern theatre for you. Lotsa sexed up beings who're homos and violent homos at that. It's crazy.
Went down to support this junior of mine who's gonna be a GREAT singing sensation one day. She's so small but SO POWERFUL! And so full of zest and energy that I think i'll burn out within 2 days if I were her. PLUS she looks like Ja*me Teo. There is she, the girl next to me in white stripe shirt.
Discovered more nooks an crannies to chill out in SG.
1) Minds cafe--- I'm a boardgame-phile. I can spend 6 hours there. So sue me!
2) Hark Music Cafe--- Where ze junior croons at to a live band. You get nice ambience and some rather delicious-looking food. And I meant "looking" only. Haven't actually tried them.
3) Altivo--- Great place with amazing view, but they should REALLY replace the radio station with Lush instead of Class.
Hmm.... had some great parties recently with Funky T's gigs and mr T in CL*O eligible bachelor. then miss goondu got into MSU finals so all's grand.
Weekends are mostly spent with shal, john, jas and co chilling out, catching up on life and dance, church, dating mr D, studying a bit. It's a nice predictable pattern which I'm content with again. It's great to have this core group of friends around me.
Mom gave me a rose quartz crystal bracelet from Taiwan to help in emotional healing and stability and for better relationships with people in general. I guess it's working. Everything seems so much more stable.
My Buddhist nun aunt came visiting and she's such a jolly, cute roly poly nun. Bought me this pseudo-Vietnamese top that I'll never be caught dead in, but which she thinks is perfect for me. Oh well, I love her all the same.
Dad got posted to Shenzhen. Won't be back till 4 months later, and Mom has recently commented that on days when my bro and I are both out, she feels sorta empty. I call it the "empty nesters syndrome".
Dad writes back to the family via email using pretty broken English. But I'm pretty touched by this. Reason being when at home, he says a a maximum of perhaps 2 sentences each to my bro and I everyday. He's a man of few words, I think. Taciturn. Plus being away for business during our growing years made him slightly removed.
It's funny how distance can enhance our communication. The emails reveal so much more about our father than his actual physical presence at home. Oh, the power of words!
Bro's entering army soon. Damn, I'm gonna miss the horrid boy.
On another note, I've watched so many great movies recently for Film module and outside. Titles to recommend include:
- Suzhou River
- Les Poupees Russes (sequel to Spanish Apartments)
- Kabhie Kushi Kabhie Gham
- Beautiful Boxer
-V for Vendetta
I didn't like "Rent" but hope "Take the Lead" will be good.
Bought this to-die-for album by Serg*o M*endes. He rocks.
It's Mr D's bday soon. What should I do??
Blah Blah Blah... it's a damn long post. But this old girl hasn't written in a while. You gotta forgive her.
Most importantly the people and life lessons, for what use is that piece of certificate to me other than landing my 1st job?
I loved and lost, then loved again in these grounds. The canteens, the stairways, the corridors, the lifts, the slope down Nany*ng Hill, the pool, the track, the dance studios.... every single part of it is so deeply etched in my memory.
And of course dear S*I, the building in blue itself. I have a love-hate relationship with it man.... I hate the MMLab for its smell, for its memory of night after night of editing... I love the vending machine. I hate the toilet.... (it's not dirty. I just don't like it).... I love the Benches and resource centre where you can watch free DVDs of the most interesting artsy films. I love the audio and DJ suites for their homely feel. I'm SO at home with audio. I hate the broadcast prac room for its paint smell and its sub-zero temperature.
I loved the profs. Even the most boring ones are likeable in their own lil way.
Had FYP moderation yest and today's the screening of the 12 short films everyone did.
Realised I haven't blogged in eons and I mean like...... EEEOOONNNSSS... But anyway, life as usual has been turbulent. Lotsa ups and downs, but I'm happy to announce that it's 90% UP, which is HEY! THAT'S AWESOME! Unprecedented in fact.
The main reason is......... *drumrolls*....... I've been getting wooed. Lots. No, no more bees in picture. They're gone cos the flowering period is over. Now's the harvest period for the fruits of my labour.... which is why I'm so happy.
1st harvest was Mr D. Now the story goes that love comes when you least expect it. I was just busying ard with my life of school, projects and some parties when Mr D came knock-knocking and reappeared. Mr D has been exceptionally nice. So nice sometimes I can't believe it. To cut the long story short, he stopped letting me down.
He even woed me with a nice V-day dinner at a certain 5 star hotel. I was so happy I teared a bit. Ergo the reddish eyes.And this is the most amazing and biggest tiramisu I've had in my entire life. And that sweetness seeped into my heart.
Then came the movies, the dinners, the dancing and the occasional zany stuff we do like pop down to shop at Mustafa at 2am in the morning, pretending to be students of SMU and touring their grounds on another day (their gym's WICKED).... and we are happy again.
I can't say he wasn't a bastard then, but he is sincere now. And through my FYP crunch time when I perpetually needed help, he was there despite work and all. And he drove the bees away and I'm not any sorry for it.
So I guess I've joined the ranks of the attached again. He really knows me best. My movie tastes, my music tastes, my dance tastes... He even anticipates my quips to his comments before I say them.
And that's great cos then I don't have to talk so much like I do with other guys. I can RELAX!
Career-wise, my efforts in starting early are paying off too. Landed interviews with every job I've applied for though I didn't ace all of them. Walked into the 1st few looking like a zombie from 28 Days. Blame it on FYP.
But anyway, 4 interviews, 2 rejection letters, tonnes and tonnes of concealer for my eyebags later, I got a job offer on my 4th interview!! I'm happy with it but still shopping around abit... just in case.
You see, I'm still torn between bread and butter and pursuing what I really wanna do. But if.... just if, I can find the shortcut to bypass the bread and butter stage, I can just go directly to what I really wanna do. Right?
Sorry that sounded so cryptic. I just don't wanna pay my ass off for education loans should I decide to pursue higher learning.
I've come to think that THIS is the quarter-life crises. THIS is the crossroad. Where can I go from here? Everything's hanging in the air and everything's uncertain. Which steps should I take to achieve my goals? And can I bypass them to achieve more in less time?
But the point is, I'm so afriad to take those steps... because one wrong step and you'll be cast out from the SG system. That's how SG society works. Oh well...
Turbulent twenties is such because of this. But I like the thrill of it sometimes. It's precisely because you have the choice that makes life so fun, so powerful. Imagine being born rich and destined to take over family business and have heaps of expectations on you. Yes, you do own power, but you've no control of your destiny. And because I have this choice, life is that much richer.
This word 'DESTINY' has been haunting me. Recently started following Jasmine to church and it's been great for my soul. Wouldn't say I'm into the whole religion business yet, but the life lessons are so profound and empowering you just keep wanting to go back. And they talked about destiny and how we should all strive to be in positions of influence.
What does it take to be in positions of influence? I don't think the bread and butter job will give me that. I need to be in media or politics to have that. Mr D very smartly pointed out that to get to positions of influence, you need tonnes of experience, a total understanding of the working world and for people to respect you for all that. So how is a fresh grad able to achieve that kinda position just like that? So I should just start out whereever I can and be the best in that field and many doors will open from there.
I kind of agree. But I'm just worried that after being in 'bread and butter' for too long, I can't go back to media anymore. Then i'll be really upset.
Okay, I think I've rambled on enough.
What else happened?
Oh, I acted in 2 plays for friends doing directing. Grew quite close to theatre peeps during this time... It's so comfortable being with them. No expectation, great humour, common ideas, we talk crap everyday and pass them off as artistic 'theatrical' stuff. I love it.
Went through some really hilarious moments putting up stuff and preparing presentations, especially staging A's "Les Liaisons Dangerouses", wayang kulit style, complete with shadows, red lighting and miles and miles of sleeves for dramatic effect. MAN! I SO had a kick swishing those cloth around like some Russian gymnast with her ribbon.
Then in another staging, they projected "Deep Throat"(one of the 1st few porn movies ever made) in the background while people acted. And it was so graphic and gross that even the guy next to me said "EEEW"...... Hilarious. But that's modern theatre for you. Lotsa sexed up beings who're homos and violent homos at that. It's crazy.
Went down to support this junior of mine who's gonna be a GREAT singing sensation one day. She's so small but SO POWERFUL! And so full of zest and energy that I think i'll burn out within 2 days if I were her. PLUS she looks like Ja*me Teo. There is she, the girl next to me in white stripe shirt.
Discovered more nooks an crannies to chill out in SG.
1) Minds cafe--- I'm a boardgame-phile. I can spend 6 hours there. So sue me!
2) Hark Music Cafe--- Where ze junior croons at to a live band. You get nice ambience and some rather delicious-looking food. And I meant "looking" only. Haven't actually tried them.
3) Altivo--- Great place with amazing view, but they should REALLY replace the radio station with Lush instead of Class.
Hmm.... had some great parties recently with Funky T's gigs and mr T in CL*O eligible bachelor. then miss goondu got into MSU finals so all's grand.
Weekends are mostly spent with shal, john, jas and co chilling out, catching up on life and dance, church, dating mr D, studying a bit. It's a nice predictable pattern which I'm content with again. It's great to have this core group of friends around me.
Mom gave me a rose quartz crystal bracelet from Taiwan to help in emotional healing and stability and for better relationships with people in general. I guess it's working. Everything seems so much more stable.
My Buddhist nun aunt came visiting and she's such a jolly, cute roly poly nun. Bought me this pseudo-Vietnamese top that I'll never be caught dead in, but which she thinks is perfect for me. Oh well, I love her all the same.
Dad got posted to Shenzhen. Won't be back till 4 months later, and Mom has recently commented that on days when my bro and I are both out, she feels sorta empty. I call it the "empty nesters syndrome".
Dad writes back to the family via email using pretty broken English. But I'm pretty touched by this. Reason being when at home, he says a a maximum of perhaps 2 sentences each to my bro and I everyday. He's a man of few words, I think. Taciturn. Plus being away for business during our growing years made him slightly removed.
It's funny how distance can enhance our communication. The emails reveal so much more about our father than his actual physical presence at home. Oh, the power of words!
Bro's entering army soon. Damn, I'm gonna miss the horrid boy.
On another note, I've watched so many great movies recently for Film module and outside. Titles to recommend include:
- Suzhou River
- Les Poupees Russes (sequel to Spanish Apartments)
- Kabhie Kushi Kabhie Gham
- Beautiful Boxer
-V for Vendetta
I didn't like "Rent" but hope "Take the Lead" will be good.
Bought this to-die-for album by Serg*o M*endes. He rocks.
It's Mr D's bday soon. What should I do??
Blah Blah Blah... it's a damn long post. But this old girl hasn't written in a while. You gotta forgive her.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
The BIG Twenty-Three (+ some CNY)
I've been so blardy caught up being busy with FYP and being upset with BLUB that I haven't had a chance to properly blog my great CNY and birthday periods.
Post C*ccolatte party that night, BLUB and I had a MAJOR fallout. And I mean MAJOR!!! Can't be bothered with details but let's just say he was a TOTAL ASS and I got too emotional and wasn't too nice either. Sigh... I hate it when things spiral out of control...
Thank goodness E and S came over for a jam session at my place. We did violin-violin-piano combis and lotsa other stuff. Think this is my most musical CNY ever. Cos on CNY eve, I was at E's place jamming and even did some singing. Ergo the hang ups over Phantom sad tunes. PLUS, my dahling bro and I did a mini-concert at home for our parents post-reunion dinner. Music does regulate one's sanity and I have to say this... GAWD I LOVE MY MUSIC!!!
I love playing Debussy's Clair de Lune when I'm down or pensive *yesh! It has my name in it! wow* My favourite bang-it-out-loud-cos-I'm-damn-pissed music is Beethoven's Pathetique and Chopin's Revolutionary Etude. And my all time fave violin duet piece remains Bach Double violin Concerto. And when I'm feeling extremely virtuosic, Tchaikovsky's 2nd movement... (I can't handle first... yet)
This CNY was a season of cartoons. Caught The Incredibles and Howl's Moving Castle on dvd. For 4 hours I escaped into a fantasy world of Howl's where magic and love abounds. I love those magical fantasy stuff.... and the awesome music... just makes me sigh and melt in my seat.
I just HAD to get a life out of BLUB and Shal invited me over to dine at her pad. Couldn't have been better, I say, and I was SO grateful for the get-together which really healed my heartaches. V, a doc-to-be from my primary school class, tagged along and we all chilled at Shal's place while J cooked. *t'was sposed to be a cookout but us being non-cooks, the former-chef had to take over* And J was such a AWESOME COOK!!!
C'mon... He used to be a chef at a bistro and he could whip up the WHOLE MENU.... everything from pasta, main courses to desserts. RESPECT.
Being the NEAR-hopeless cook I am *I can do a mean pasta... only*, the only dish I learnt was how to cook brown rice with salt, butter, garlic and water. Oopsy... heehee
Anyway, we had a party of 6 that night- Shal and J, the 2 Vs and W, who had that kick-ass wedding at The Legends some time ago. Such an interesting person! I love it when people from different backgrounds come together. The exchanges flying across everywhere were just so amusing.
And the spread was this...
Lemongrass chicken, Green curry with vegetable and shitake mushrooms stir-fried with mushrooms.
Plus scrumptious brown rice washed down with coke and green tea, with awesome company to boot. More of Shal's enthrallling tales perfected the equation for a perfect evening.
And I was HAPPY AGAIN!!!
School resumed and life spiralled into business once more. We had our last outdoor kopitiam shoot finally and that spelt the end of most of our troubles. Note that it's MOST not ALL. I still have plenty of editing to do. Predict lotsa late nights staying over in school but at least it's on the comp, without massive equipment or props nor actors.
By and by, the last studio shoot and pick ups were done as well and now there's only the editing suite left. WHEEE!!!!
Watched "Curs*ve" at Espl*nade on Friday for part of my Contemp Drama module . It's WEIRD.... but I kinda like the whole highbrow-ness artsy feel of it and the zen-ist concepts in lighting and costumes. But like all dance performance, it got repetitive after a while and I dozed off. Of course the late night before didn't help.
My celeb pal JP walked in a shop later and the lady went "Oh gosh! You look like BWS!!! (JP's chinese name) Has anybody ever told you that?" To which JP gave a TOTALLY non-plussed reply, "Really ah? Many people think so too."
It's HILARIOUS!!! Because JP IS BWS!
Went for drinks at Cali Bistro later. I really like this bunch. As much as I like the Playwriting bunch in fact. It's funny how we bond so darn well. Perhaps the small numbers helps. Presenting the UBER nice folks
of my theatre class...
L-R:
Lydia- the Energizer bunny
Xuying- the feminine girly girl
Yixin- the intellectual
JP- the uber undergrad
lil claire- moi
Ashley- the spunky babe
Colin- the band singer
Gavin- the dude always editing BJ in front of me in multimedia lab.
PAUL- our prof
That night Shal and J brought me to Villa Bali for the 1st time. And it's GORGEOUS!! Lovely setting, ambience and music. It's so so so romantic! Sigh...
Then came my birthday, which was quite a blast (AND DAMN HAPPENING) if I may say so myself... *blush*
Had a ball of a time partying at L*quid R*om to DJ K*flow. Reunited the Coco dance gang for the event, so my guest list came up to 15 people and we had such a TOTAL KNOCKOUT TIME dancing!!! As usual, E and TU got challenged by Bboys and there were dance battles aplenty. Plus, some of the winning Funka team members were there... THEY RAWK! Small girls with such explosive power and groove! I'm impressed...
mr tan came late late late!! But thank goodnes he caught part of the battling action. It's like those amazing live performances people pay for to watch. T'were some REALLY MEAN MOVES there man!!!! Especially this hot girl with uber short skirt who suddenly split on the ground and after a few heaves slid effortlessly up again.... * like MY OH MY!*
BLUB didn't engage in any monkey business that night so I was okay with him... :)
Anyway, to commemorate me turning a BIG 2-3, here are some pics of the wild night out:
3 Fleurs
Jas, Jis and I
5 Fleurs
Jis, Moi, Nic, Shal and Jas
The Quintessential Hiphop Crew Pic
clockwise: TU, mr tan, Moi, Jis, Shal, Jas
The next day I joined M at our JC class outing. It's steamboat every year and it's always around CNY season. Anyway, twas glad to catch up with old buddies. Steamboat at Bugis was blah, but we tried sheesha at Arab street afterwards. And I think I've just discovered another great chillout spot in that hippy enclave! The 2nd storey of that sheesha place is all woody and yellow lighting and nice contemp pictures. And they serve some great hot chocolate!
Now that I've seen these quaint lil chillout spots, over-hyped spots like Lo*f, All*y B*r and the horribly overcrowded B*l*clava really pale in comparison. I like my chillout spots to be
1) non-smokey
2) air-conditioned and indoors
3) with not too loud but still great music. (acid/fusion/lounge jazz does it nicely)
4) people there DO NOT engage in picking up activities
5) have a large selection of non-alcoholic drinks and some finger food
6) not too popular with the masses (rule of thumb: the more boho/hippy/chichi the better)
7) have plush cushiony seats with pillows for me to throw/hug/whatever
8) nice decor, lighting, ambience
Back to sheesha. The contraption looked horrid, so I didn't dare try. And I really didn't want to smoke anyway. And I saw one classmates choke really badly which totally put me off that little adventure.
2 hours later and several phonecalls later, I was on the car on way home with Shal, Jas and J.
Shal and J said they're going to Hougang to pass a friend named Mary something. I needed to get my digicam back from Shal so had to see her anyway. They gave me a ride home.
Jas, on the other hand, bumped into Shal at Borders. She asked me out to chill initially since her parents were at late night movies and she doesn't have the keys to get home. So she joined the ride all the way to Hougang too.
So anyway, I really wanted to meet Mary, Shal's friend. Especially since they said she lived only a block away from me. But oh well, Mary wasn't having a party so it's not nice to see her until she gives permissions for me to come down to see her.
I got home. Shal called for me to come down cos she's got something interesting to show me. So I got down and I thought Mary had an interesting pet or something. But John covered my eyes and I knew it..... I'VE BEEN DUPED!!!!
SO commenced my very amazing, ultra surprising birthday party!! At the VOID DECK of my block.
Ed was there all along and he was sleeping in his car. Ergo the red eyes and nose. Jas came to Hougang from CCK all the way for me!!!
And they planned it all for me!!
I'm honoured. Truely! Deeply!
It was so well-planned they even had a chopper nice hidden in J's car for me to cut the durian rolls with.
So we had 3 durian rolls for cake. And some tealight candles as candles.... I LOVE IT ALL!!!!
Then we called the other birthday boy F concurrently to bug him. Turns out he's WORKING! *oh the blasphemy!* So I did some small pep-up talk first and initial Bday wishes. Then when I said goodbye, Ed's call came thru, then Shal then John then Jas.... until everyone made our rounds. Hee... Was SUCH great fun... cos he SO didn't GODDAMN expect it! MUAHAHAHA...
I couldn't stop laughing at the whole joke and this is prolly one of the best birthdays I've had. Simply because I didn't expect anything, but received so much!
Here's a BIG HUG and thank you to:
Faz: for the CD you knew I wanted... And MAN! I'm impressed with your wrapping and decorative skills! Not bad! Not bad at all...
mr D and friends: for being such sports and being there for my Bday party. To his credit, mr D even offered to open a bottle so we could have a table. But TU could get lotsa us in free anyway and we'll be dancing so we scrapped the table idea.
Jis: for the lovely pair of black earrings
Jas, Shal, Ed, John: For giving me the best surprise in my life.... uhm... maybe not life la.... but in the past 2 yrs. For planning the awesome party (it's small but really endearing)! For being there to dance at the Bday outing and being such awesome sports...
Jas: thanks for the uplifting card and being there at Liquid despite your fatigue and bad ankle
Shal: thanks for the cute pink sweater. I love it to bits. Shall try the new hiphop look next time....
John: for providing logistics... it's a lot of work .... and petrol.
TU: for being such a sport too and getting us in to Liquid free
PL and Joyce from church: for the meanigful and uplifting gifts.
mr D: for the dinner and 2 great books you got me
Fiona: for this FANTABULOUS KIT!!! I'm SO gonna use it sometimes....
*FYI it says "How to turn your Ex-boyfriend into a Toad kit*
Plenty useful for me.
It also says "The ultimate spell kit for love, wealth, beauty and revenge."
WOW WEE!!!
I'm a muggle no more cos now I KNOW MAGIC! And I own a spell book :) YAY!!!!! FINALLY!!
Everyone else who's wished me well thru calls/emails/ msges/ msns: thanks for the kind thoughts...
I'm a blessed girl because of you all.... :)
Post C*ccolatte party that night, BLUB and I had a MAJOR fallout. And I mean MAJOR!!! Can't be bothered with details but let's just say he was a TOTAL ASS and I got too emotional and wasn't too nice either. Sigh... I hate it when things spiral out of control...
Thank goodness E and S came over for a jam session at my place. We did violin-violin-piano combis and lotsa other stuff. Think this is my most musical CNY ever. Cos on CNY eve, I was at E's place jamming and even did some singing. Ergo the hang ups over Phantom sad tunes. PLUS, my dahling bro and I did a mini-concert at home for our parents post-reunion dinner. Music does regulate one's sanity and I have to say this... GAWD I LOVE MY MUSIC!!!
I love playing Debussy's Clair de Lune when I'm down or pensive *yesh! It has my name in it! wow* My favourite bang-it-out-loud-cos-I'm-damn-pissed music is Beethoven's Pathetique and Chopin's Revolutionary Etude. And my all time fave violin duet piece remains Bach Double violin Concerto. And when I'm feeling extremely virtuosic, Tchaikovsky's 2nd movement... (I can't handle first... yet)
This CNY was a season of cartoons. Caught The Incredibles and Howl's Moving Castle on dvd. For 4 hours I escaped into a fantasy world of Howl's where magic and love abounds. I love those magical fantasy stuff.... and the awesome music... just makes me sigh and melt in my seat.
I just HAD to get a life out of BLUB and Shal invited me over to dine at her pad. Couldn't have been better, I say, and I was SO grateful for the get-together which really healed my heartaches. V, a doc-to-be from my primary school class, tagged along and we all chilled at Shal's place while J cooked. *t'was sposed to be a cookout but us being non-cooks, the former-chef had to take over* And J was such a AWESOME COOK!!!
C'mon... He used to be a chef at a bistro and he could whip up the WHOLE MENU.... everything from pasta, main courses to desserts. RESPECT.
Being the NEAR-hopeless cook I am *I can do a mean pasta... only*, the only dish I learnt was how to cook brown rice with salt, butter, garlic and water. Oopsy... heehee
Anyway, we had a party of 6 that night- Shal and J, the 2 Vs and W, who had that kick-ass wedding at The Legends some time ago. Such an interesting person! I love it when people from different backgrounds come together. The exchanges flying across everywhere were just so amusing.
And the spread was this...
Lemongrass chicken, Green curry with vegetable and shitake mushrooms stir-fried with mushrooms.
Plus scrumptious brown rice washed down with coke and green tea, with awesome company to boot. More of Shal's enthrallling tales perfected the equation for a perfect evening.
And I was HAPPY AGAIN!!!
School resumed and life spiralled into business once more. We had our last outdoor kopitiam shoot finally and that spelt the end of most of our troubles. Note that it's MOST not ALL. I still have plenty of editing to do. Predict lotsa late nights staying over in school but at least it's on the comp, without massive equipment or props nor actors.
By and by, the last studio shoot and pick ups were done as well and now there's only the editing suite left. WHEEE!!!!
Watched "Curs*ve" at Espl*nade on Friday for part of my Contemp Drama module . It's WEIRD.... but I kinda like the whole highbrow-ness artsy feel of it and the zen-ist concepts in lighting and costumes. But like all dance performance, it got repetitive after a while and I dozed off. Of course the late night before didn't help.
My celeb pal JP walked in a shop later and the lady went "Oh gosh! You look like BWS!!! (JP's chinese name) Has anybody ever told you that?" To which JP gave a TOTALLY non-plussed reply, "Really ah? Many people think so too."
It's HILARIOUS!!! Because JP IS BWS!
Went for drinks at Cali Bistro later. I really like this bunch. As much as I like the Playwriting bunch in fact. It's funny how we bond so darn well. Perhaps the small numbers helps. Presenting the UBER nice folks
of my theatre class...L-R:
Lydia- the Energizer bunny
Xuying- the feminine girly girl
Yixin- the intellectual
JP- the uber undergrad
lil claire- moi
Ashley- the spunky babe
Colin- the band singer
Gavin- the dude always editing BJ in front of me in multimedia lab.
PAUL- our prof
That night Shal and J brought me to Villa Bali for the 1st time. And it's GORGEOUS!! Lovely setting, ambience and music. It's so so so romantic! Sigh...
Then came my birthday, which was quite a blast (AND DAMN HAPPENING) if I may say so myself... *blush*
Had a ball of a time partying at L*quid R*om to DJ K*flow. Reunited the Coco dance gang for the event, so my guest list came up to 15 people and we had such a TOTAL KNOCKOUT TIME dancing!!! As usual, E and TU got challenged by Bboys and there were dance battles aplenty. Plus, some of the winning Funka team members were there... THEY RAWK! Small girls with such explosive power and groove! I'm impressed...
mr tan came late late late!! But thank goodnes he caught part of the battling action. It's like those amazing live performances people pay for to watch. T'were some REALLY MEAN MOVES there man!!!! Especially this hot girl with uber short skirt who suddenly split on the ground and after a few heaves slid effortlessly up again.... * like MY OH MY!*
BLUB didn't engage in any monkey business that night so I was okay with him... :)
Anyway, to commemorate me turning a BIG 2-3, here are some pics of the wild night out:
3 Fleurs
Jas, Jis and I
5 Fleurs
Jis, Moi, Nic, Shal and Jas
The Quintessential Hiphop Crew Picclockwise: TU, mr tan, Moi, Jis, Shal, Jas
The next day I joined M at our JC class outing. It's steamboat every year and it's always around CNY season. Anyway, twas glad to catch up with old buddies. Steamboat at Bugis was blah, but we tried sheesha at Arab street afterwards. And I think I've just discovered another great chillout spot in that hippy enclave! The 2nd storey of that sheesha place is all woody and yellow lighting and nice contemp pictures. And they serve some great hot chocolate!
Now that I've seen these quaint lil chillout spots, over-hyped spots like Lo*f, All*y B*r and the horribly overcrowded B*l*clava really pale in comparison. I like my chillout spots to be
1) non-smokey
2) air-conditioned and indoors
3) with not too loud but still great music. (acid/fusion/lounge jazz does it nicely)
4) people there DO NOT engage in picking up activities
5) have a large selection of non-alcoholic drinks and some finger food
6) not too popular with the masses (rule of thumb: the more boho/hippy/chichi the better)
7) have plush cushiony seats with pillows for me to throw/hug/whatever
8) nice decor, lighting, ambience
Back to sheesha. The contraption looked horrid, so I didn't dare try. And I really didn't want to smoke anyway. And I saw one classmates choke really badly which totally put me off that little adventure.
2 hours later and several phonecalls later, I was on the car on way home with Shal, Jas and J.
Shal and J said they're going to Hougang to pass a friend named Mary something. I needed to get my digicam back from Shal so had to see her anyway. They gave me a ride home.
Jas, on the other hand, bumped into Shal at Borders. She asked me out to chill initially since her parents were at late night movies and she doesn't have the keys to get home. So she joined the ride all the way to Hougang too.
So anyway, I really wanted to meet Mary, Shal's friend. Especially since they said she lived only a block away from me. But oh well, Mary wasn't having a party so it's not nice to see her until she gives permissions for me to come down to see her.
I got home. Shal called for me to come down cos she's got something interesting to show me. So I got down and I thought Mary had an interesting pet or something. But John covered my eyes and I knew it..... I'VE BEEN DUPED!!!!
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SO commenced my very amazing, ultra surprising birthday party!! At the VOID DECK of my block.
Ed was there all along and he was sleeping in his car. Ergo the red eyes and nose. Jas came to Hougang from CCK all the way for me!!!
And they planned it all for me!!
I'm honoured. Truely! Deeply!
It was so well-planned they even had a chopper nice hidden in J's car for me to cut the durian rolls with.
So we had 3 durian rolls for cake. And some tealight candles as candles.... I LOVE IT ALL!!!!
Then we called the other birthday boy F concurrently to bug him. Turns out he's WORKING! *oh the blasphemy!* So I did some small pep-up talk first and initial Bday wishes. Then when I said goodbye, Ed's call came thru, then Shal then John then Jas.... until everyone made our rounds. Hee... Was SUCH great fun... cos he SO didn't GODDAMN expect it! MUAHAHAHA...
I couldn't stop laughing at the whole joke and this is prolly one of the best birthdays I've had. Simply because I didn't expect anything, but received so much!
Here's a BIG HUG and thank you to:
Faz: for the CD you knew I wanted... And MAN! I'm impressed with your wrapping and decorative skills! Not bad! Not bad at all...
mr D and friends: for being such sports and being there for my Bday party. To his credit, mr D even offered to open a bottle so we could have a table. But TU could get lotsa us in free anyway and we'll be dancing so we scrapped the table idea.
Jis: for the lovely pair of black earrings
Jas, Shal, Ed, John: For giving me the best surprise in my life.... uhm... maybe not life la.... but in the past 2 yrs. For planning the awesome party (it's small but really endearing)! For being there to dance at the Bday outing and being such awesome sports...
Jas: thanks for the uplifting card and being there at Liquid despite your fatigue and bad ankle
Shal: thanks for the cute pink sweater. I love it to bits. Shall try the new hiphop look next time....
John: for providing logistics... it's a lot of work .... and petrol.
TU: for being such a sport too and getting us in to Liquid free
PL and Joyce from church: for the meanigful and uplifting gifts.
mr D: for the dinner and 2 great books you got me
Fiona: for this FANTABULOUS KIT!!! I'm SO gonna use it sometimes....
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*FYI it says "How to turn your Ex-boyfriend into a Toad kit*
Plenty useful for me.
It also says "The ultimate spell kit for love, wealth, beauty and revenge."
WOW WEE!!!
I'm a muggle no more cos now I KNOW MAGIC! And I own a spell book :) YAY!!!!! FINALLY!!
Everyone else who's wished me well thru calls/emails/ msges/ msns: thanks for the kind thoughts...
I'm a blessed girl because of you all.... :)
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Phantom Revisited
I've no doubts why Phantom of the Opera is the longest running musical. It's the "Titanic" of today, except with a lot better music.
Even now, a year after I last wrote about it, the songs still resonate so deeply within me. The music soars and dips and speaks of love and passion. I'm still moved to tears at every hearing. So imagine my eyes now that I've gotten the mp3 versions.
Bloody hell!
These are my top 3 fave songs from Phantom:
Past The Point Of No Return
Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again
All I Ask Of You
Even now, a year after I last wrote about it, the songs still resonate so deeply within me. The music soars and dips and speaks of love and passion. I'm still moved to tears at every hearing. So imagine my eyes now that I've gotten the mp3 versions.
Bloody hell!
These are my top 3 fave songs from Phantom:
Past The Point Of No Return
Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again
All I Ask Of You
Monday, January 30, 2006
The BLUB has landed...and RETURNED...
Doggy dog will survive the woof woof year again...
Cos I've just been to the MOST AWESOME PARTY of 2006!! DJ Funky T spun at Cocc*l*atte and SOOO many dancers came and it was like GREAT with a capital G.
I hereby conclude that awesome clubbing needs no eye candy nor good crowd nor chichi location nor even a very good soundsystem. All it requires is good music and SUPERB company. In this case, it'e ze dancers.
We popped out booties, laughed like hyenas, did dance battles a la "You Got Served" style, popped more booties on the platform and totally RAWKED the place. And the funny thing was it was mainly just US with a few Bboys at the corner doing their thang. It's like we booked the place. LOADS of space for freestyling and that's always good when you get so many kickass hiphoppers in a SINGLE location. Think there were at least 15 of us...
Hell, that was ONE heck of a happening party man!
And fool mr D was to miss it! He clubbed with the korean chick yesterday despite my reasoning that THIS is the party to go for, but he insisted on Liquid Rooming. But K*flow was spinning at MOS on Monday and we've invites for that, so I don't understand what's his fixation with Sat Liquid Ro*m. I think it's more the Korean babe which is the factor.
Whatever. He let me down THE WHOLE FRIGGIN DAY! Said the whole day was mine but we only spent 2 hours together. Didn't make it at 10pm cos he claimed he was singing KTV, then said he'll be there at 12.... then became 1am... then after multiple calls, I finally concluded that he just wasn't going to come even though HE SWORE HIS HEART AND HOPED TO DIE.
That's kinda scary. Cos that means he's gonna die soon. Oh well... moral of story is: Don't swear and then break promise. Carpeesh?
I wouldn't have been as mad if he didn't promise he'll be there, or if he at least called to explain and tell me he ain't coming. But NO! He just kept quiet, totally MIAed and that's it.
And the worst thing was his good friend was there. At least for me I knew everyone there, so I could still have fun, but his friend knows only me and I think he was qute left out, specially among the dancers. Was waiting for BLUB to come to alleviate the poor friend's boredom, but he never made it.
So BLUB not ONLY stood me up, but worse... he stood his friend up.
Now what does this tell about character?
Nevermind though, cos he missed out lots. *gasp* Funky T's music! And so many hiphoppers and Bboys doing a standoff! I was SOOO glad I didn't let his non-appearance affect my party mood.
The fact that Mini Bee came with 3 rather fetching friends in tow helped. I later learnt 3 of them were all my school dance society's seniors. Like the pioneer batch (cos they're 30)... And twas cool cos it's like MJ past and present batches all gathered there to support DA MAN!
And throughout, Chicago Bee kept messaging. He wanted to join me but he doesn't want to come alone and the bunch of people he's with didn't wanna dance. So post party, we all met up for supper at our fave haunt. Shal enthralled everyone with her hyperactive antics when half the table fell into screensaver modes.
All in all, I had a brilliant night out! Plus met 2 bees in one night. Not bad....
Eat your heart out, BLUB!!
Cos I've just been to the MOST AWESOME PARTY of 2006!! DJ Funky T spun at Cocc*l*atte and SOOO many dancers came and it was like GREAT with a capital G.
I hereby conclude that awesome clubbing needs no eye candy nor good crowd nor chichi location nor even a very good soundsystem. All it requires is good music and SUPERB company. In this case, it'e ze dancers.
We popped out booties, laughed like hyenas, did dance battles a la "You Got Served" style, popped more booties on the platform and totally RAWKED the place. And the funny thing was it was mainly just US with a few Bboys at the corner doing their thang. It's like we booked the place. LOADS of space for freestyling and that's always good when you get so many kickass hiphoppers in a SINGLE location. Think there were at least 15 of us...
Hell, that was ONE heck of a happening party man!
And fool mr D was to miss it! He clubbed with the korean chick yesterday despite my reasoning that THIS is the party to go for, but he insisted on Liquid Rooming. But K*flow was spinning at MOS on Monday and we've invites for that, so I don't understand what's his fixation with Sat Liquid Ro*m. I think it's more the Korean babe which is the factor.
Whatever. He let me down THE WHOLE FRIGGIN DAY! Said the whole day was mine but we only spent 2 hours together. Didn't make it at 10pm cos he claimed he was singing KTV, then said he'll be there at 12.... then became 1am... then after multiple calls, I finally concluded that he just wasn't going to come even though HE SWORE HIS HEART AND HOPED TO DIE.
That's kinda scary. Cos that means he's gonna die soon. Oh well... moral of story is: Don't swear and then break promise. Carpeesh?
I wouldn't have been as mad if he didn't promise he'll be there, or if he at least called to explain and tell me he ain't coming. But NO! He just kept quiet, totally MIAed and that's it.
And the worst thing was his good friend was there. At least for me I knew everyone there, so I could still have fun, but his friend knows only me and I think he was qute left out, specially among the dancers. Was waiting for BLUB to come to alleviate the poor friend's boredom, but he never made it.
So BLUB not ONLY stood me up, but worse... he stood his friend up.
Now what does this tell about character?
Nevermind though, cos he missed out lots. *gasp* Funky T's music! And so many hiphoppers and Bboys doing a standoff! I was SOOO glad I didn't let his non-appearance affect my party mood.
The fact that Mini Bee came with 3 rather fetching friends in tow helped. I later learnt 3 of them were all my school dance society's seniors. Like the pioneer batch (cos they're 30)... And twas cool cos it's like MJ past and present batches all gathered there to support DA MAN!
And throughout, Chicago Bee kept messaging. He wanted to join me but he doesn't want to come alone and the bunch of people he's with didn't wanna dance. So post party, we all met up for supper at our fave haunt. Shal enthralled everyone with her hyperactive antics when half the table fell into screensaver modes.
All in all, I had a brilliant night out! Plus met 2 bees in one night. Not bad....
Eat your heart out, BLUB!!
Sunday, January 29, 2006
My Skin Thickened...
And I've taken a cue from mr tan and happie ostrich and created a wishlist for my coming Bday.
For my Bday, I would like SOME MORE BEES!!! They've all been killed by some weird potent insecticide by the name of stress, lack of time and mr D. Potential bees can check out tagboard to apply. Deadline is before Valentine's Day 2006.
Non-bees can check in here
CHEERS and HAPPY WOOF WOOF YEAR! *smiles*
For my Bday, I would like SOME MORE BEES!!! They've all been killed by some weird potent insecticide by the name of stress, lack of time and mr D. Potential bees can check out tagboard to apply. Deadline is before Valentine's Day 2006.
Non-bees can check in here
CHEERS and HAPPY WOOF WOOF YEAR! *smiles*
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