samedi, janvier 31, 2004
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vendredi, janvier 30, 2004 I am finding the trouble with me is that I want to do everything! Life is just so full of stuff to do that I find myself often wide-eyed with wonder - the sheer panorama, the buffet spread of activities to do... what's going down, man? For those who have been asking me "what's up?"... :Actually... Love 
Space 21, above Mox Bar, at Tanjong Pagar Rd. Behind Fairfield Methodist Church Tix@$10/12, buy at door [STAGES] - Not too sure if I'm performing in this or not, but probably not, unless I misunderstand something... I'm doing graphic design and a little but of publicity for this event. Workplace stuff Piano Concerto University Cultural Centre Hall Tix from SISTIC [Cons] - I'm doing ticketing and mainly handling box-office for this event. As well as being a morale-booster - "Hey, you guys sounded really good!" Poetry In The Flesh II 
Siglap South Community Centre Tix at $10-12, buy at door [STAGES] - Performing for this one, though in a small capacity because I want to concentrate on marketing this properly. I'm already a few days behind schedule. Yet-unnamed-production NUS LT 13 Free admission [Campus Crusade for Christ NUS] - Directing a play/musical Workplace stuff Singapore Art Museum Tickets at $15 and $10 (students) from SISTIC. [Cons] - No idea what I'm doing for this. Yet. Workplace stuff Violin Concerto University Cultural Centre Hall Tix from SISTIC [Cons] - No work on this yet, but I'm sure something will come up. [What's up with me?] |
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Ooh... met many fun people today. First, Estee's cousin, who has a chinese name and I can't for the life of me remember what it was. Then, the legendary Hwee Yee, in the flesh, with her brother (again, forgot the name). Then Mr and Mrs Eileen-Adrian Tan, a couple married happily ever 2.5 years. Then Yen/Yan?, Estee's roommate, plus Jeff and Evan. Did I miss out anyone? Probably...
Have been trying to download pictures off my phone into my work computer, but the USB infrared thingy/Dongle isnt' working very well, and I have yet to make a successful transfer of anything between the pc and the computer. I'm sure everyone would like to see pictures of Evan doing push-ups on the bar floor.   Evan doing his six-thousandth-and twenty-fifth push-up.  stee and me! [Night of macho posturing] |
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Ever since I mentioned Zadie Smith's White Teeth on here, there seems to be an increase in the probability of two ads appearing at the top of my page: White Teeth in 4 Days and Hollywood Whitening. Talk about marketing.
[as for the book: Adeline brought it to church last week to pass to me, and I (terribly disgusted with myself), left it there. We got it back though.] [White teeth?] |
mercredi, janvier 28, 2004
[Good Bye Fujitsu!] |
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mardi, janvier 27, 2004 One of the Worst Things That Can Happen To Me has Happened. My harddisk crashed. Or rather, the OS refuses to boot up. According to my diagnosis (as learnt from this page), the computer itself is okay, nothing fried or anything, but (I think that) boot.ini cannot be found or something. It's all very depressing, made even more so by the weather. I'm quite upset. :~( [The Worst Thing] |
samedi, janvier 24, 2004 Ooh! Everyone should read Estee-gotten-from-Mark's test! Had a fun but sticky time with Estee and Mayee yesterday. I don't know what madness prevailed upon me to suggest that we go to the River Hongbao, I thought all I wanted was a chat over coffee! Sorry guys, guess I don't know myself very well. Anyway, upon hearing that I had finished Neverwhere, Mayee prevailed upon me to read White Teeth by Zadie Smith, so I'm blogging it here in case I forget. White Teeth by Zadie Smith. Forever entombed in these hallowed archives of Blogspot. Hmm. Maybe my mom would like to read it too. (She's a dentist.) [Test!] |
vendredi, janvier 23, 2004 Christian music that doesn't suck like an old Hoover Are you cynical as me? (Well, okay, I'm not exactly the poster-girl for cynicism, but still, there's enough inside here to go around at least once...) Christian Music that (apparently) doesn't suck like an old Hoover - Cliquez-ici![Christian music that doesn't suck like an old Hoover] |
jeudi, janvier 22, 2004 
Me and my brother were fooling around with his new digital camera, his bible, and my necklace. [Holy Cow!] |
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Apparently there's an mp3 going around called The March of the Sinister Ducks. I am determined to get a hold of it. Anyone who has it, please email it to me.
Addendum - you can download it LEGALLY here. (The maker gave permission to release the track on the net, and said - "The world must be warned about those ducks," he said. "It's all true.") Fuzz, I have a strange feeling you will like this. Hoot! Lyrics: Nasty and small: undeserving of life. Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack. They'll sneer at your hairstyle and sleep with your wife. Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack. Dressed in plaid jackets and horrible shoes, Getting divorces and turning to booze. Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack. Ducks. Ducks. Quack-quack. Quack-quack. [march of the sinister ducks] |
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mercredi, janvier 21, 2004 Happy Birthday Kris, and Happy New Year everyone!   Here's Kris getting her super-duper-(as-usual-what-can-you-expect)-late birthday-Christmas present from me and Ron - Mango black pants with good leg/butt-grabbing abilities and pocketses! Nice pocketsessss! The pants made her into such a diva - check out her adoring newly-made fan bowing down in homage. Or was she paying obesiance to the pants, and not Kris... ? Today was also quite a fun day at the Con - thank God truly for some of the colleagues I have, who are really quite fun, and who make working fun. We decided that we wanted to take pictures today, just for fun and to get into the spirit of things, so we told students to dress nicely today, and here we are all decked out... student pictures are in someone's camera, these are only my phone photos. [pictures removed]
And I just got dissed for applying for masters by my relatives ("Wah, you want to study some more? Study so much for what, no need one lah...etc etc"), dissed for working in NUS ("Why you work there?" in a derisive tone), dissed for not bringing a boyfriend of marriagable age to the reunion table (you really don't want to hear the comments on this one, but I think some of you should know what I'm talking about) because my cousin of the same age brought her boyfriend whom she's been dating for the past 5 years... this after being dissed for staying in Singapore and going to NUS, and not being smart enough to get a scholarship with some civil service stat board. It's the year of the monkey, and I guess my monkey's really on their back. [Happy Birthday Kris, and Happy New Year everyone!] |
mardi, janvier 20, 2004  You are a PHOENIX in your soul and your wings make a statement. [Claim Your Wings] |
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In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question "What kind of man are you looking for?"
She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking "Do you really want to know?" Reluctantly, he said "Yes." She began to expound... "As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man...or woman for that matter. I am in the position to ask, "What can you bring to the table?" The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money. She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money. "I need something more. I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life." He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain. She said "I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded man. I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster. I need a man who is striving for perfection financially because I don't need a financial burden. I am looking for someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded. I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive ..he just has to be worthy. God made woman to be a help mate for man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself." When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said, "You are asking a lot." She replied, "I'm worth a lot." [To the girls.] |
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Life is sexually transmitted.
[To Amanda] |
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Sudden email from Issac via David:
Dear all brothers/sisters-in-Christ of TRBC, Some of you may have already known that Rev. Chang met with an industrial accident in church this afternoon. His left hand last 3 fingers were crushed by the fallen gate and was admitted to TTSH. He'll be undergoing an urgent operation tonight to fix up the injured fingers (bones/nerve/veins etc...). Perhaps the operation is going to be quite tedious..... Please pray for Rev. Chang's operation and ask God to bless the surgeon with wisdom while he is attending to him.. Also, pray that Rev. Chang has a peaceful soul as he commits the operation to the medical team. Also, pray that his hyper-tension (high-blood pressure) be in-control during this stressful period he is undergoing..... Also, pray for Mrs. Sarah Chang as she needs to take care of Docas (Ping) & Titus (GuangRong) while attending to the needs of Rev. Chang in hospital. Pray for their 2 children as they may be emotionally very stirred by Rev. Chang's accident.... Let us commit Rev. Chang & his family in God's hand..... Your prayers are important! In Him, Isaac (for further updates/details, you may want to contact our church office or our church leaders/pastors...) [Pastor Chang] |
dimanche, janvier 18, 2004 Not too bad, about 30-odd (odd) people showed up - a pretty good turn out, considering the venue was Siglap South Community Centre. Check out some rehearsal pics: 
 
 
 
Hey, my phone-camera pictures turned out quite passable! Hur, technology might actually excite me again one day... Anyway. We had a blast, it was pretty fun. We had a last-minute installation poem at the end too, with water and live fish. Very cool stuff. Question is - was it cool and fun enough for me to perform again in February? Food for thought. [Report: Poetry In The Flesh] |
vendredi, janvier 16, 2004  In conjunction with the first Singapore International Poetry Festival, WORDFEAST, there's this little theatre company putting up a programme called POETRY IN THE FLESH at the super ulu Siglap SOUTH Community Centre (not Siglap CC, Siglap SOUTH CC please.) Yep, I'm performing. (Why you think I announce so late?) Let's skip words - just screw me, do me, ram it through me until i forget my name. No procrastination. Funny, poignant, sexy and unpredictable - STAGES has been bringing poetry to throbbing life through performance for years, and for Wordfeast 2004, we are proud to collect our favorite pieces plus some new works into an all-new performance of the word made flesh. Dead fish, maggi noodles, rainbow flags and army drill - all become accessories to the word in this lively, provocative romp through Singaporean poetry. an invasion you wanted a violation we need Featuring new stagings of text from past shows such as Cybercum (Perth), Toy Factory's White Sails Over Blue Blue Sea and Action Theatre's Poetry In Action 2 (where the team was nominated for Best Ensemble in the 2002 Life! Theatre Awards). just someone to love me forever and never let me go, and to give meaning to my life. First-timers welcome. Poems featured include works by Gui Wei Hsin, Alfian Sa'at, Paul Tan, Leong Liew Geok, Jonathan Lim, Ng Yi Sheng, Cyril Wong and others.  When : 16 January (Friday) 7pm Where : assorted venues within Siglap South Community Centre, 6 Palm Road. (meeting point in front of the CC office) Tel : 62411925 Tickets : Pay-as-you-want at the door (careful hor, it's not Siglap CC, it's Siglap SOUTH CC!) Readme.text enclosed Toolbar hidden Help dialog box deactivated This show is actually a preview of another larger poetry festival we'll be having at the end of February. Will announce more, and earlier when the time draws nearer, then people can think about coming to support support :) It's been quite exciting so far, and not too shoddy! I'm doing Leong Liew Geok's "Farewell to Sumana" as my main; the rest are ensemble pieces. [Poetry in the Flesh (Part I)] |
mercredi, janvier 14, 2004 One of the poems I'm performing this Friday Urban Rememberance [Gui Wei Hsin]the city remembers you for me I gently caress the passing day to recollect a memory by morning light I pour coffee in the mug you bought for my birthday the city remembers you for me your sunny weekend shopping spree makes me reflect in shop displays to recollect a memory at dinner on your evenings free you smiled so softly in the way the city remembers you for me I find faded late night movie stubs, and tck them carefully away to recollect a memory as time erases what I see of you in flickering brevity, may the city remember you for me to recollect a memory. [One of the poems I'm performing this Friday] |
mardi, janvier 13, 2004 The trend of meeting old friends/acquaintances continues.First, Joshua from AJC, at Tiong Bahru. Then Johanna from AJC, beside my church. Then a couple of days ago, Aiwen/Wendy from St Nicks, who apparently has been Shao's friend like, forever, at Robertson Walk. And then the very next day, Aiwen/Wendy again, with Ailing at Wisma's Coffeeclub. I hope this keeps up. It's so pleasant to get re-acquainted, and very exciting to see how everyone is doing. [Friend-spotting] |
dimanche, janvier 11, 2004 I'm quite tired, and I know I should sleep because there's church tomorrow, and it's a full week of rehearsals for Poetry In The Flesh (Pt I) next week, plus french, but I'd better write about luna-id's The Lover and The Dumb Waiter before everything goes clean out of my mind.First things first: should you watch it? Is it worth the $30 bucks? Is it worth risking getting caught for asking your school-going friend to buy you a ticket at $22? Yes, yes and yes. I really enjoyed this production - mainly because it was Pinter - but I was pleasantly surprised that luna-id hadn't butchered the script, nor given the set a more modern interpretation. Although they did promise pure Pinter, but you know cynical me, I didn't really believe them, so I watched without any expectations. Apparently that's the way to go.  The first thing that strikes you when the curtains go up and the stage lights on, is the sheer amount of stuff that's on stage. They had these 1m wide wooden partitions which looked like ladders reaching all the way to the top of the stage. They had a queen-sized bed, with a real mattress. A couch. A coffee table. A vanity table with mirror. Two cabinets. A door. And many, many metres of folds of cloth, which served as curtains and partitioning room walls. Suddenly, Tan Kheng Hua bustles in, and starts fussing with the newspapers. (Real-life) Husband Lim Yu-Beng walks in, and he starts fussing about with his coat and tie. Kheng Hua pours coffee into the mugs, and then walks over to the sofa, and bends over to neatly lay a bunch of magazines on the coffee-table, giving the audience a down-her-blouse peek. All this done in 5 minutes of silence, the audience wondering: "When is whatever, if anything, happening?" There begins the mindf**k that is The Lover. For those who don't know, The Lover is about a husband and a wife. The husband knows the wife has a lover, and the wife knows the husband has a mistress. The twist: the husband is the lover, and the wife is the mistress. Fun huh? Make-believe and fantasy games made weirdly voyeuristic, because what's to say that Yu-Beng and Kheng Hua don't play these games at home? The interval allowed for a set-change - or rather, a set-reconfiguration for The Dumb Waiter. Elegant English apartment transformed into a dingy basement drippy-looking place, with all the stuff that was in the apartment strewn around like debris. Not too bad a change, except that the props, especially the wooden ladder-like partitions, spoke too loudly over the action in The Dumb Waiter. It got a little distracting, and made the actors look a little cramped: because of the ladder-partitions and the other strewn stuff, they were limited to moving around on three little islands of space between the beds, the toilet, and the dumb waiter. Perhaps a little more space (just a little more) would have been nice. However, I have to say that the partitions created an opportunity for the lighting designer to play about with very interesting shadows. Lots of eerily-coloured lighting from off-centre, and lots of shadow-play and light movement (used often to show the passing of time) gave the production just that little twist more. Rather unfortunately, the dumb waiter itself also could have been positioned a little better - if you were sitting facing stage right, the dumb waiter would be hidden from your view because it was placed at a 90deg angle to the audience, effectively preventing about half the audience from seeing it. Other than my bugbears with the rather cluttered set, the production was really great - Lim Yu Beng, Tan Kheng Hua and Gerald Chew: fantastic stuff. I especially take my hat off to Yu Beng for memorising all those lines - two Pinter plays! That's some personal achievement. And an unadapted script! Hip-hip-hooray! Some other random thoughts: - The box labelled "boxing gloves" sitting behind Gerald Chew in The Dumb Waiter was a little distracting. - What's with Kheng Hua and Yu-Beng lighting up half a pack of cigarettes in The Lover? Kheng Hua doesn't even look like she's really enjoying the smoke. (Shao was traumatised by the sheer decadent waste of cigarettes.) - The man in front of me had a really large head, which blocked my view of centre-stage, resulting in me TOTALLY MISSING the part where Lim Yu-Beng and Gerald Chew shift from being bumbling idiots to trained, professional killers. Whoever this man is, I hope he gets seats where he doesn't block views the next time, or something. - HOW IN THE WORLD DID THEY GET SO MANY SPONSORS?!? Their pre-show "please turn off your handphones and pagers" was recited was a long litany of people they had to thank, including: Official TV Station: Arts Central Official Restaurant: Coq n Bull Official Hair Salon: Action Hair Salon Official Suits: National Tailor Official Magazine: IS Mag Official Make-up: Cosmoprof Official Printer: Print at Work Official Photography: Cactus Studio Official Ticketing Agent: Sistic Official Stunts and Effects: The Stunt Production Singapore The last time I heard so many "official"s mentioned was... never! I've never heard so many "official"s before! - Ooh, the programme is printed in two-colour: black and pink. Save on cost, looks nice. That's about it. My verdict: go watch it! It's been treated with L'oreal: it's worth it. [The Lover and The Dumb Waiter] |
mercredi, janvier 07, 2004 The ASU today resonates with such a bittersweet blend of ego and shame."I have done that,' says my memory. 'I cannot have done that' - says my pride, and remains adamant. At last - memory yields." Friedrich Nietzsche [The Sentence Uttered Today] |
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Woah-hey, you've got to be kidding me... [Woah-hey, you've got to be kidding me...] |
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Almost every start of year since the year I started using them, I've been faced with a singular problem - how do you pick out a year planner for the year? Do you use the one your workplace gave you, and risk facing (in my case), a daily planner that screams ORANGE and blue in your face everytime you pick it up, or should you use the one your insurance agent gave you - you know, THAT boring one. Or should you wait for your Sunday School teacher to perform her yearly ritual of giving nice Christian-themed planners? Except that she usually gives them out for Christmas, and she didn't this year (what happened, you wonder.)
Every year, I would take a planner and start using it, writing notes and dates in them. However, I would get past about two weeks on that planner, and then a new one would come along, given by someone else; smaller, sleeker, prettier, more meaningful - and then I would transfer all my scribblings to the new one, leaving the old one to rot in some corner of the house, which is a total waste of a perfectly good calendar. But I think I've figured out how to solve this problem. The solution is to not write your name and personal details in the diary's detail page. It's true! Every planner that I started got dumped in a corner after I switched planner. But last year, I didn't bother writing my name in the planner because I figured I would come across something better... but I didn't, and I used that planner for the entire year. So I think the solution is to pretend that you aren't really using the planner, so the planner lets its guard down... after about 2 months or so of stalking your prey, you pounce upon it and fill in that first page (name, contact, blood group, in-case-of-emergency numbers) and declare yourself the owner of that planner. Yay! [Planning to plan] |
dimanche, janvier 04, 2004 A Very Disgruntled Singaporean Someone sent me this last year, but I didn't get a chance to read it until a couple of days ago - this is one very far-from-happy Singaporean!I draw 1700 dollars a month with no increment for the last 3 years. My mum draws 500 dollars a month. We have long working hours, and rarely get to see each other. After CPF 20% cut and other taxes, we can barely make it through the end of the month. [A Very Disgruntled Singaporean] |
vendredi, janvier 02, 2004 1. What did you do in 2003 that you'd never done before?I wrote a thesis, graduated with honours, went to Europe*, got my first temp job, worked at Tanjong Pagar, got my first permanent job, first paycheck, discovered just exactly where Mohd Sultan Rd is, visited DBS Arts Centre, got a pet (a few pets! my fish!), bought a fish filter, used a lanyard, bought my first pack of 100 CD-Rs (previously only bought max of 50), bought (and bought and bought) Neil Gaiman books, got a flu jab, got one of my essays published in a journal, invested... * Hung around cute ang moh guys long enough that they actually knew my name, drank beer, tried schnapps, went up the Swiss Alps, visited Venice, saw (NOT PARTICIPATED) in a wet t-shirt competition, tried and LOVED escargot, visited the Rhine River and Rhine Falls, went to an international conference, visited the place where Name Of The Rose was set - that Benedictine monk library, smelt marijuana, saw the Eiffel Tower, bought French perfume, nearly got mugged... SO MANY THINGS! 2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I don't make new years resolutions. 3. Did anyone close to you give birth? Uh... thinking... nope. 4. Did anyone close to you die? Yes and yes. My maternal grandmother passed away a couple of months back. I don't really miss her because I never really knew her; she was in Malaysia all the time, and she spoke only hokkien, and by the time I managed to learn some passable hokkien was the time when she started to go senile from dementia. From what my mother tells me, I think I would have liked to meet her when she was my age. She apparently had quite the fighting spirit. The second was not exactly what you would call very close, but she was important to me all the same. Her name was Miss Hamimah, and she was my literature/GP/form teacher during my first 3 months in NYJC. She was one of the best teachers I've ever had - she was kind without being soft, and sharp without being cutting. I remember she gave each of the students in my class a blue-coloured 20 cent notebook, and she would encourage us to write anything we wanted inside. The books would be collected every Friday, and would be returned to us on Monday, always with a little scribbling inside - not a lot, she never wrote a lot, but the few words she did pen were personal, and always heartfelt. She passed away in an unfortunate accident in Australia while studying for her Masters in Higher Education. 5. What countries did you visit? Ooh! England, The Netherlands, Germany, Austria, ITALY!, Switzerland, FRANCE!, and of course, Malaysia. 6. What would you like to have in 2004 that you lacked in 2003? Diplomacy. Tact. Political savviness. And of course, WORLD PEACE! :) 7. What date from 2003 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? The day that the US unilaterally decided to act on Iraq, because it was so irrational (they were looking for Osama, how did they shift to Saddam Hussein?). The utter lack of political will that the checks and balances were SUPPOSED to have in play was shocking. 8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? That I didn't kill myself or die. 9. What was your biggest failure? That I didn't kill myself or die. 10. Did you suffer illness or injury? Nope. Nothing major anyway. 11. What was the best thing you bought? Many things! Zara pants. My Contiki Europe tour. Very funky underwear. My Nokia 6220 (Christmas present from my mom, but I think it still counts lah.) 12. Whose behaviour merited celebration? Mine, for not killing myself. My brother, for rising above grunts-language this year. 13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed? No comment. George Bush? Appalled yes, depressed no. 14. Where did most of your money go? Food, transport, Europe. 15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? Flying to Europe FOR FREE ON SWISSAIR. It's like one of those good-better-best things. Good - Going to Europe. Better - Flying there FREE. Best - Flying there FREE ON SWISSAIR. (the only thing better would be "flying to Europe free on first class" :) ) 16. What song will always remind you of 2003? Busted - Year 3000. Heh. None, actually. They were all pretty forgettable. 17. Compared to this time last year, are you i. happier or sadder? None. Number. ii. thinner or fatter? About the same. iii. richer or poorer? Richer. Marginally. 18. What do you wish you'd done more of? Making more friends, getting involved again in the theatre scene earlier. 19. What do you wish you'd done less of? Same as Kris - being such a b*tch. 20. How did you spend Christmas? By myself. At home. THERE IS NO Q21. Because there is no spoon. 22. Did you fall in love in 2003? No. 23. How many one night stands? None. (darn.) 24. What was your favourite TV programme? Toss up between The West Wing and Gilmore Girls. 25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? No, not really. I think. 26. What was the best book you read? Toss up between: About A Boy by Nick Hornby Sandman series by Neil Gaiman The Purpose-Driven Life by Rick Warren 27. What was your greatest musical discovery? Don Richmond... uh... I know, uncool cos it's pop and it's local... uh... Corrine May... another local... Michelle Branch. Pink! I KNOW! Scrap all the above, this girl's the BEST: Jennifer Knapp's Kansas. Gorgeously poetic lyrics, great guitar, lovely voice. What more could you ask of her? BUY THE ALBUM. 28. What did you want and get? Neil Gaiman's Sandman series. Most of them, anyway. Zara pants. Funky underwear! Oh, and a job. 29. What did you want and not get? Not much. Nothing, really. 30. What was your favourite film of this year? Uh... was Spiderman this year? Heh. Jeux d'Enfants (Love Me If You Dare). FANTASTIC show, weird and wacky and French at the same time. Bizarre love story, with a twist of lemon. Yummy. 31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? I don't recall, and 23. 32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? Getting a job which paid me loads for doing what I like doing whenever I want to. I think that would make my LIFE immeasurably more satisfying. 33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2003? Shirt and pants, baby. Shirt and pants. 34. What kept you sane? My friends and family. And the thought that it would be such a pity to go insane at this point in my life. 35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Mr. Darcy, from the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice! Always! 36. What political issue stirred you the most? Again, the bloody unilateralist move by the USA to wage war. "I smell blood and an era of prominent madmen", I quoted W.H. Auden about a year ago. 37. Who did you miss? My friends. A lot. 38. Who was the best new person you met? Mark P. because he's absolutely brilliant. In Imperial College, London studying Medicine on a MUSIC scholarship. Brilliant or what? 39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2003. Never ask God for something that you aren't prepared to receive. Never ever. EVER. 40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. Same as Kris: NO SUCH THING John Mayer I just found out there's no such thing as the real world - just a lie you've got to rise above. and IF GOD IS A DJ Pink If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor you get what you're given, it's all how you use it So open your mouth and stick out your tongue, you might as well let go, you can't take back what you've done I seriously encourage everyone to do this evaluation form. If anything, just do the first question, and then think that hey, your life wasn't that bad, was it? [Evaluation form: 2003] |
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friends rediscovered, friends uncovered Friends RediscoveredI seem to have a knack of finding friends by my car. The other night after the penultimate run of Chestnuts, I was around Tiong Bahru, leaving after eating supper. My friend Jo walked me to my car, since it was quite far away, and it was 12:30 in the morning, and as he was giving me directions, I suddenly heard "xxx (my name)?" from the ah-beng car beside me. I turned to look at the ah-beng, and it was my JC classmate, Joshua, whom I hadn't seen since we graduated in 1998. So we talked for a spell, catching up and stuff - he's in SMU doing business or accounting now, in his 3rd year, doing attachments here and there. We ended the evening with him lead-driving and showing me where the CTE was. Another car-friend today was Johanna! I parked the car in a place where I never parked before, a road just before my church, and as I was leaving after prayer meeting, I saw a vaguely familiar face walking towards me - Johanna. She stays in that road that I was parked in, which means that I've been very geographically close to her most of the Sundays of my life. Friends Uncovered Last night, I had an icq conversation with someone whom I didn't expect to care, but she did, and very much. Thank you. It's the first pleasant surprise of 2004, you. [friends rediscovered, friends uncovered] |
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My first post of 2004 got eaten up by Blogger. I hope this isn't a bad omen.
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