~quirkyditz~

The No-Discipline Girl

2008-06-08T21:43:00.003+08:00

I really, really, really should stop gorging myself. That kinda over- bloated feeling is so sickly - I hate it! But I always realise I'm too full only when it's too late, bleah.

Haven't been striking anything off my To-Do List for quite a while either. Mmmm, bad sign that is. Come to think of it, I need to find that little scrap of paper. Now, where did I leave it ...

And after one whole year of staunchly practising yoga every week for an entire year, I've finally broken the spell. Need to start putting in my one hour of weekly exercise again. One pathetic hour? Yes, nothing to brag about I know. But better than zero-input, haha! I'm gonna get geared up for next week! Yoga? Swimming? Gym? We'll see :)

Of Plants & Pets

2008-03-09T16:21:00.004+08:00

The basil plant which arrived at the office a while back is not in a pretty shape. It's kind of ... ... floppy. And it's partly my fault. But I don't even rejuvenate myself with the scientifically recommended amount of water each day, so what more a plant right?

Not that I have had much luck with rearing plants and animals to begin with. Remember my poor cactus?

To add to the death toll, there was the turtle that mysteriously died the very next day we brought it into our home. And how can I forget the silly fish which decided to leap out of the tank in the middle of the night? I'm not sure why it did what it did. Perhaps it was depressed and felt that suicide was its only way out, maybe it had to quell its thrill-seeking tendencies, or it could be that it just wasn't very bright.

Whatever it is, I think I should stay away from all things that photosynthesise, and while I'm at that, critters too.

Gone Before You Know It

2008-01-22T00:50:00.000+08:00

Considering that we're 3 weeks into the new year, I know it's a little late and perhaps even out of point to be thinking about this. But I suddenly realised that I can't pinpoint my ultimate highlight and lowdown of 2007. And it's kind of disturbing.

A less than forgettable year is a good waste of 365 days. A sign of mediocrity. And a terrible way to lead your life, don't you think?

Being in my line of work, we're always 'living in the future,' about one to two months ahead of time. A publication slated to hit the stands in March would have already been in the works since January/ February. So weirdly enough, it already feels like March has descended upon me - and that's a good quarter of the year gone.

*freaks out*

Techy Geek Talk

2007-12-20T00:00:00.000+08:00

If you were to place me on Rogers' Innovation Adoption Curve, I'd probably fall somewhere in the middle, around the ranges of the early/ late majority. I'm definitely not an innovator. But neither am I a technological laggard.

I never caught on to the pager syndrome in secondary school. The only reason why I ditched ICQ was because everyone else migrated to MSN Messenger and there was virtually no one online my ICQ list. My current handphone is old, battered and integrated with a very sad VGA camera (it's lousier than 1.3 mega-pixel format). As for my Facebook account, it was only activated very recently.

My latest technological find? The Web-based aggregator!! The beauty of RSS and Atom feeds ... how come no one ever told me about these wonders?

Disarray

2007-12-03T20:43:00.000+08:00

You would think that come year end, things would just dwadle to a lull in the office. Instead, it's a total frenzy. Feel like I'm one of those silly 'lil rodents scuttling on hamster wheel. Seem to be busy with loads but having minimal progress.

Doesn't help that my workspace is taking on a junk-yardish look. The Himalayan high stack of press releases have tonnes of old news that are too last season to be published.

Realised that I haven't watered my cactus in like two months either. That poor prickly thing has been so neglected it's fading to a pallid yellow. That's pretty sad considering it was originally a flaming pop of crimson.

Chin up - time to get my act together!

It's Been A Long Time

2007-12-02T23:21:00.000+08:00

Just when I really felt like blogging, I couldn't even remember the password to this blog ... for a good twenty minutes too.

My grey matter must be depleting as fast as the ozone layer.

If I were a Simpson ...

2007-08-02T23:24:00.000+08:00

Spaz

2007-06-06T21:45:00.000+08:00

*cellphone rings*

Eyes glued onto the computer screen, i accept the call and mutter,
"hullo, {insert name of company that I'm working for}."

!??!?#*&$#&^%?!?! Yeah, I know. My exact thoughts too.

The call was received on a cellphone ... not any cellphone either, but mine, MINE!!!

A Few Words Too Many

2007-05-21T00:19:00.000+08:00

Really, sometimes I should just watch my mouth.

So please smack me on the head the next time I say something really dumb.

No wait! If you could actually sock me on the head before verbal diarrhoea escapes, that'll be even better.

Wowza Illustrations

2007-04-19T21:40:00.000+08:00

Thanks to hyperlinks, I could spend hours trawling the Web. Surfing in and out of sites searching for the most brainless but beautiful things - art/ design, funky accessories, quirky homeware stuff, fashion, decor - whatever. Basically it's a waste of time but oh-so-addictive.

Anyway, I've just chanced upon some really gorgeous art by illustrator, Stina Persson. She usually uses watercolour, ink and gouche for her art, so it has this fluid but craggy look - very edgy-chic, I like!

Check out some of Stina's work:

5, 4, 3, 2 ... 1

2007-03-26T23:01:00.000+08:00

It's only Monday and already looking forward to the weekend.

Four days till Friday - let's get goin'!

Heating It Up

2007-03-25T16:38:00.000+08:00

"I want you to buuuurrrn. Burn for me, baby." - That's what Tina Arena croons. It’s probably the Sun’s favourite tune of the moment too.

This 'lil red dot of ours is a FURNACE!! And one that is turned up to the highest notch, mind you. Now I know what it feels like for a suckling pig to be roasting over a charcoal fire.

Desperate thoughts of getting one of those tiny battery-operated handheld fans even crossed my mind. That's the only way to have cool air whirling in my face anytime, anywhere.

Global warming is definitely screwing up our weather.

Oh My Gawd

2007-02-03T18:27:00.000+08:00

OMG1: My valiant attempt to concoct a self-made tomato speghetti sauce turned out very wrong. Chinese-tasting speghetti, anyone? Then again, fusion cuisine is very 'in' at the moment ya know.

OMG2: Although I don't fall under the hyper Duracell Bunny specie, the last time I slept around 10+pm was probably when I was in primary school. What's wrong with me? :/

OMG3: My ear piercing has started bleeding. Not buckets of blood, but still ... gross! I hope it's not some darned infection.

OMG4: While crusing down the highway, some huge-ass red plastic chair flew off the back of a truck and started careening towards my car. Thank goodness I wasn't tailgating.

OMG5: I actually posted here again. We'll see how long this lasts.

This thing called time

2006-10-14T00:01:00.000+08:00

Let's just say ... sometimes, 24/7 just ain't enough.

Phooey.

Rock On

2006-08-03T01:20:00.000+08:00

Some of the best performances on Rockstar Supernova so far (at least in my opinion). I only pick the good stuff. Trust my taste :) These videos, you must view.

Ryan Star - Losing my Religion
The absolute best! My gawwwd, his voice just gives me the chills - in a good way, of course. Such a captivating performance. It's so intense, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen. And did you notice his smoky features? Think I contributed to about a hundred clicks of this on youtube. I'm totally smitten.

Josh Logan - Santeria
This guy's a mix of blues, soul, country, reggae. I have no idea how he will fit into the Supernova. But I love this song. He pulled it off man - funky!

Dilana - Lithium
This girl is fierce! How does she command such energy just by standing still? Beats me. This rendition's gonna give Nirvana a run for their money. Some might find the spasm-y movements near the ending a little overboard. But come on! You're watching Rockstar Supernova ... not American Idol.

Storm Large - Pinball Wizard
Strong vocals. Pretty. And I'd say her dress sense is rockstar chic and far from rockstar trashy. I like. And don't you think her name just screams rocker?

Do you see what I see

2006-07-14T20:02:00.000+08:00

Is it a huge fluff of cotton candy?
A sticky sweetness that melts in your mouth a tad too quickly.
Leaving you craving for more.

Is it a storm brewing in the distance?
About to mercilessly unleash a downpour of rain on you.
Leaving you drenched in the cold.

Or it could be something else altogether.

Let's do the shuffle

2006-06-04T17:40:00.000+08:00

Stole this from Beth's blog (hope ya don't mind! Well, even if you do ... too bad, haha.). Since my playlist is on nearly all the time, I decided to do this.

Put your music player on 'shuffle' mode and take down the names of the first 15 songs you hear as answers to these 15 questions.

How does the world see me?
Bent - Matchbox 20 (but i don't have osteoporosis. i do however, have mild scoliosis.)

Will I have a happy life?
Have A Nice Day - Stereophonics (just for a day? *wail*)

What do my friends think of me?
Mad World - Gary Jules (now I'm offended!)

Do people secretly lust after me?
Fall to Pieces - Avril Lavigne (oooh, they fall to pieces lusting after me? :D cool.)

How can I make myself happy?
The Show Must Go On - Queen (uh-huh.)

What should I do with my life?
Truly Madly Deeply - Savage Garden (according to the answer to question 3, I'm already living life madly, so this shouldn't be too difficult to attain.)

Will I ever have children?
I Dare You - Shinedown (is this a threat? haha!)

What is some good advice for me?
Lose Myself - JC Chasez (hello, some good advice please.)

How will I be remembered?
Inside of Love - Nada Surf (whatever this means.)

What is my signature dance song?
Stop Crying Your Heart Out - Oasis (eh, why so deperssing?)

What do I think my current theme song is?
Spin - Lifehouse (wheeee! I'm getting dizzy.)

What does everybody think my curernt theme song is?
Misread - King of Convenience

What song will be played at my funeral?
No More Drama - Mary J. Blige (wahaha, omg! how apt.)

What type of men/ women do I like?
Supermodels - Kendall Payne (ooh, doesn't everyone?)

What is my day going to be like?
Landslide - Dixie Chicks (oh dear.)

Tagging: you. yeah, you!

Cartoon

2006-05-10T00:38:00.000+08:00

Check out this flash game where you can create your own South Park character. It's quite fun. Kinda reminds me of playing paperdoll dress-up as a kid.

Anyway, this is the one that I made. Is it cute or what?

Get your creative juices flowing and make one too!

Potty thoughts of a potty person

2006-04-26T00:31:00.000+08:00

It's disturbing when you 're staring into space and you suddenly wonder, "what year is it? 2005? Or 2006?" What's worse is when you figure out that the only way to dispel this question, is to check the calendar.

Then there's this issue about seeing things. You know, you stare so hard at a grape-shaped gummy sweet and think: "Hey, it looks like a really deformed bear." And the next bizarre thing that comes to your mind, is that you're munching on a gummy-bear.

A defective memory and illogical thoughts ... the aftermath of dwelling in the same zone as other anxiety-driven, frantically-mugging fellow students I suppose.

Also, what's with the playlist getting all Christmassy? On shuffle mode and it can churn out 4 Christmas carols in a day, with 2 of them played back to back too. How ridiculous.

It's more than that

2006-03-23T23:10:00.000+08:00

Stress is characterised by increased heart rate, a rise in blood pressure, muscular tension, irritability and depression.

However, Dictionary.com doesn't mention that stress also causes severe indulgence and an overworked digestive system.
Stomach, say hello to carrot cake, raspberry-chocolate meringue, chocolate pistachio cake, instant noodles, Waffles Crisp, chestnut cake and sago dessert.

Neither does it state that stress makes one instinctively feel like painting nails.
I'm done painting all 20 of mine and I've no more left! Let me help you with yours. I'll bring the polish, I'll even let you choose the colour!

Nor does it let on that stress can damage one's taste in music till one proclaims liking an electronic trance number.
I'll let you listen to the song. You can laugh hysterically at my dreadful taste. Or turn ghastly pale and screech in utmost horror, "Have you totally lost it?" Either way, I won't hear you, because my mind registers only the strains of the synthetic, repetitive tune and the thup-thumping beats.

Today, I learnt that ...

2006-03-11T00:26:00.000+08:00

... chai tea looks harmless but tastes lethal. A shout out to whoever invented it, "This
should not be on any beverage list! It's toxic!"

... people-watching is a great way to kill time and Cobweb-Lady gets the Worst-Dressed
Award.

... little imps from the past can come back to haunt you in the places you least expect
them to.

What did you learn today?

Itchy-feet

2006-02-20T01:23:00.000+08:00

Up above, wispy white strokes were scrawled across the blue canvas. Against this backdrop was a highway which seemed to stretch on forever and street lamps that stood tall. The sight I caught a glimpse of this morning looked uncannily like this:

Except that today, there wasn't any signboard pointing me to Darling Harbour. :(

House-warming

2006-01-23T23:33:00.000+08:00

Hallo one and all. Welcome to me spanking new abode! As you can see, i brought along my old junky contents from my previous home.

But the decorations are a different matter altogether - just look at the new coat of paint and lovely flowers hanging on the wall. Darn nice huh!

I don't deserve any credit for the design though. All I did was cut and paste ready-coded templates, hehe.

Being bratty

2006-01-12T19:55:00.000+08:00

You scream. You whine. You scowl. You kick up a huge fuss. You complain incessantly. You're tempted to start pounding your fists on the table. You yell. You sulk. You rake up a fit.

You get your way eventually. But then this thing starts biting and gnawing, eating you away. Your conscience is chewed down till it's a frayed and mangled mess. This thing, I think it's called guilt.

Day 1

2006-01-10T02:45:00.000+08:00

First day of school and I'm up to my silly antics again. I arrived at the computer lab an hour too early, phooey! I mucked around for another 30 minutes after the time class was supposed to start, only to discover that due to unforseen circumstances, class was cancelled. Double phooey.

But actually I was quite (ok, understatement!) pleased with the cancellation and my mood got even better after collecting our project from the printer's. Wheee, I'm so happy with the outcome of our designs! What a pretty work of art, with an outflow of creativity and heart put into it :) We girls deserve a pat on our back. And I can't stop obsessing and flipping through it. Well, at least I know I'm not the only one, haha.

Just some kindly advice to all: running to catch a bus after wolfing down 10 meat balls, french fries, daim cake and chicken wing will make you feel like puking. Eesh.

Hum-drum

2006-01-09T01:52:00.000+08:00

Minus the crummy wet-weather and hideously grotesque christmas decorations which adorned Orchard Road, December was good while it lasted: with truckloads of feasting (and i'm talking cement-truck sized), endless singing, a string of late-night gun-bounding, wacky photo-taking sessions, crazy company and peals of laughter.

But in 11 hours, 10 minutes and 55 seconds, my first class of 2006 commences. It's back to the hum-drum of school routine. Boo :(

Animals and such

2006-01-07T16:13:00.000+08:00

It's been a while. Actually to be more accurate, it's been yonks since the last post. Now it's no longer 2005 but 2006.

Seems wrong that there aren't any posts to conclude the previous year, nor to welcome the new one. But there are absolutely legitimate reasons for it. Besides being a bag of lazy bones, I have the memory of a 90 year-old lady. That means I'd fail to recap 2005 properly, so I shan't bother. It's also because I'm kind enough not to make you read through an entire list of my 'thou shall nots' of 2006. Oh fine … the truth is, I don't do new year resolutions ok?

So anyway, I realise with utmost horror that the December break, which is my last official holiday as a student, has zipped by me unknowingly. Soon, I'd just be another of those lil rats scampering around the circuit, desperately trying to dodge those cruel mousetraps which threaten to snap at my tail, while I attempt to scurry up the corporate ladder, collecting cheese for storage and to prevent myself from starvation.

Ack ack ack. But for the next 5 months, I shall just be a worm. A book worm. Time to start nerding.

Mugging - information overload

2005-11-20T02:53:00.000+08:00

Stuck in the torture chamber.

The evil perpetrators pour loads of water into you mouth. Bucket after bucket - persistently, without mercy.

"Stop," you protest, choking on your words, spluttering water into the air as gurgling noises escape from your mouth. But the torrent of water doesn't cease.

Soon, water's dribbling out of your nose, spilling out at the sides of your eyes, spraying out of your ears and spewing out of your mouth like a geyser.

The gallons of water make you so bloated. You eventually turn blue in the face and pass out, or burst and explode into bits. Either way, it's an ugly ending.

Brilliant discovery

2005-11-06T23:48:00.000+08:00

Seldom a day passes without me having to log into my school intranet website: to check for new announcements, to download notes and tutorials from the bins, to clear the junk in my emails ... Logging in basically means more work to be completed.

Anyway, it's only after two and a half darn-long years that I made a brilliant discovery.

Now, I know what IVLE aka my school's intratnet website means. Do you guys see it? The answer is staring right at you. Well, not directly, but in a jumble.

Confused already? Let me enlighten you. IVLE is an anagram for - VILE!
But ... that's not the end of the story, not only is the IVLE vile. It is also - EVIL.
So my mathematical formula is IVLE = VILE = EVIL

Now, who dares say I'm not good at math huh.

Ain't I a genius? :)

Life of a uni student

2005-10-25T01:20:00.000+08:00

I'm swamped with assignments.

I hate school.

My sleeping pattern is screwed up.

Save me.

I'm weird and so are you

2005-10-07T19:21:00.000+08:00

A game of tag and now 3za announces that I'm It. What's It gotta do, gotta do?

Reveal 5 Quirky Traits:

#1. I pick all the bean sprouts off my plate. And when I say all, I mean every single strand of it. I'm sure some of you can attest to this.

#2. Sometimes when I start laughing, I can't stop and I just continue laughing for no reason. Yea, it's just one of those psychotic moments. Don't mind me.

#3. I place my bolster on the outer-corner of my bed. It's my protective shield from the ghostly creatures that gimme goose-bumps.

#4. If I'm stressed, or if I'm desperately trying to avoid getting down to work, I'd paint my nails. Green nails one day and black nails the next day ... now you know what's going on huh.

#5. When I doze off on planes, I clench my jaws so tight that when I wake up, my teeth hurt so bad. Feels as if they are all gonna fall out ... ouch.

See? I'm not that much of a freakazoid.

Anyway, I have no idea how to link people. So whoever comes across this and has a blog, you're automatically tagged. Go, now you're It!

BnJ

2005-09-25T20:15:00.000+08:00

Rejoice! For a Ben and Jerry's scoop shop will be set up in Suntec soon.

There's no need to travel all the way to the Mandai Zoo to visit the scoop shop. Not that I have done so. I'm not that fanatical.

We'll no longer be limited to the few miserably tub flavours that are offered at supermarkets. 18 flavours at the outlet - aren't we gonna be spoilt for choice.

Man ... I can't wait.

I hope the prices are reasonably though. Keeping my fingers crossed.

Now I'm just waiting for Krispy Kreme to come to town. Someone, anyone - get a franchise for this in SG!

Temptations abound

2005-09-19T20:12:00.000+08:00

Operation Kill My Voice has begun. Right after September Reverie, I started attacking all the sinfully delicious food: fried calamarie, breaded-mushrooms, chicken cutlet ... boy, they sure tasted good. Mmmmm ... peanut-butter straight from the jar and MnMs are absolutely delightful too. :)

Besides stuffing my face endlessly, I've been whiling away my mid-term break, which lasts a mere 5 days. Truth be told, it isn't even 5 days, cos according to the academic calendar, the break starts on Sunday. Like hello! All sunday's are officially off-school days anyway. Argh, cheap cheats.

Come to think of it, I didn't totally slack my day away. I headed to the gym. I was pretty proud of myself as I saw the treadmill's calorie-meter jump higher and higher. So I left the gym feeling all pleased with myself that I burned so many calories. Then I caught sight of this large box with lights emanating from it and the box was filled with packets of yummy goodies. Indeed, I just stumbled across - a vending machine. Since I worked so hard, the thought of wanting to treat myself with a harmless pack of crackers natually popped into my mind. So I did just that.

Unfortunately, my bingeing spree didn't just stop there. After I got home, I downed a cup of milo, a bottle of vitagen and chunks of bread with generously thick spreads of butter.

Perhaps I shouldn't bother working out after all huh? What do ya think?

Hey, I think I smell a whiff of dinner. Time to ciao!

I'm Superwoman, who are you?

2005-09-17T17:53:00.000+08:00

Full-steam ahead! I can't believe how much I did within that time frame. I'm surprised I didn't zonk out in the midst of it. Really, I deserve a pat on my back. Let me give you a run-down on my crazy schedule.

Thursday
6pm to 10-ish pm: full dress rehearsal for concert and conducted a telephone interview in the midst.
10-ish to 11-ish: travelled home with a spaced-out look.
11-ish to 12am: ate (supper, not dinner ... not to worry, I'd never starve myself.), washed up, settled down.

Friday
12am to 7am: started writing a film essay, a profile (based on the interview), a reaction paper and an english assignment (all due on friday ... I'm sooo damn dead.)
7am to 9.30am: the film essay's done. 1 down, 3 to go. slumber land called out to me.
9.30am to 10.30 am: what!?!? 2 and a half hours of sleep only? had to dragged my half-awake self off the bed. forget the 10am lecture, I'm giving that a miss.
10.30am to 12pm: finished up my english assignment on my bus journey to school.
12pm to 1.15pm: completed my reaction paper.
1.15pm - 2pm: a break at last, it's lunch time.
2pm - 4pm: lecture ... yawns.
4pm to 4-ish pm: I'm done with the profile too.
4-ish pm to 5pm: had an icky dinner at the canteen, blea. ecstatic that I completed my work and managed to dodge the clutches of the grim reaper.
5pm to 7.30pm: concert preparation and sound-check.
7.30pm to 9-ish pm: blowing everyone away with September Reverie.
9-ish pm- to 10-ish pm: photo-taking, post concert clear-up.

Friday to Saturday
10-ish pm to 1-ish am: gave in to temptation and went for supper at Swensen's.
1-ish am to 3-ish am: still feeling hyper. What's wrong with me?
3-ish am: Zzzzzzzzzz

Yup, that's me alright. I'm Superwoman ... woo hoo!

Can ya see me?

2005-09-07T20:51:00.000+08:00

Hey heyy!! *jumps around and waves hands in the air* How's everyone doin'? Good, good?

Yesterday Herli asked how come I don't update this page anymore so ... for the benefit everone else who's wondering. Well, reason is - school's keeping me busy. So yea ... no time. :( I'd rather be writing nonsensical stuff on this blog than be plagued with school work any day. Maybe I'll post during the weekend.

For now, I'll leave you guys with a quote. It's from a poem I read in Lit class during my JC days. It consists of only 5 words, so short and simple, yet so true.

Constancy lives in realms above. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Back to school

2005-08-18T17:57:00.000+08:00

How awful. The new semester has started. I've got a crap-load of readings that are pleading to be picked up and thumbed through. There are notes floating around cyberspace and I have yet to print them. I've even sent in my very first piece of work to my lecturer. Looks like tutorials don't have to begin proper for my life to be miserable huh.

It's only week 2. Where's my enthusiasm? Where, where?! I was all revved up and ready to be a model student this semester k. I was dying to get into my intellectual groove. But it seems like my zeal for intellectual pursuits has er ... waned (actually it's more like, all but disappeared, haha!).

Anyway, I've finally gotten my modules settled. Congrats to me, I even managed to get a place in this module that I appealed for. Ah, this is proof that the little appeal button on the CORS webpage is not just for show, it actually works. However, it should be seriously noted that appeals may leave you bankrupt. So now, I hereby announce that i'm officially filing for bankruptcy. The points in my account have been totally wiped out. Zero points, nada, zero, zilch ... you get the drift. At least it's not a negative value.

Sad to say, my pockets are facing the same problem too - getting very empty. Textbooks cost a freakin' bomb! Why do I pay so much for something I don't even wanna read? Blargh. To top it off, the the book shop is packed to the brim with eager-beaver students, the queues are snaking, inventory is down so the textbook you're left with is an extremely over-priced hard-cover version and the shop assistant is so damn bored that he starts replying you in a smart-alecky way, thinking that he's being witty (but of course in your opinion, he's just being incredibly annoying).

Welcome to the new uni semester.

What's that?

2005-08-13T21:15:00.000+08:00

3-D ads/ campaigns on buses are all the rage these days. Remember what ComfortDelgro's publicity stunt to create awareness for Moove Media brought us? Right, cow tails (orange, pink, blue) attached to buses. Then along came the 'gong xi fa cai' fortune god hats and santa claus hats as bus decorations on (not in) the buses.

Guess what's the latest thing that has made its appearance on our buses these days? I'm not quite sure what it is either, cos I only caught a glimpse of it as the bus zoomed past. But from what I gathered, it's a blue creature with arms and legs, perched happily on the bus. It looks quite like paint or water droplet. Anyway, I don't think Blue Creature is gonna be a hit with the crowds. Not with it being 7th month and all now. I can just imagine people freaking out as they see buses with Blue Creature zip by at night.

His/ her train of thoughts might run this way:
What's that?!?!?
A suicidal person? ... Hope not ...
*twilight zone music starts playing*
Damn, or was that - a thing? From ... another dimension?
Oh maaan, I don't want powers like the kid in Sixth Sense~

Chill guys, it's just the Blue Creature!

Boogey time

2005-07-23T03:40:00.000+08:00

I watched 'Honey' over the weekend. The movie's about a hip-hop dancer/ choreographer aspiring to make it big. Since it's a movie, all the characters groove with style, including the 'lil kids.

What a contrast compared to me. I can't dance for nuts. Dancing in a club is still somewhat manageable: throw your hands up in the air, flick your hair, head-bang like a rock star, bring on the 80's retro dance steps, bop around on the same spot. At the most I'll just look crazy, but it's ok cos

1) everyone else looks equally mad
2) they are too busy dishing out their own wacky moves to laugh at my insanity
3) the multi-coloured, blinding disco lights are flashing so fast that no one can see clearly anyway.

But throw me choreographed dance moves and my psycho-motor problems come into play. This reminds me of my hip-hop dance classes ... man, what a flop. I'm sure the teacher thought I was a hopeless case, especially since he's is a real pro who has performed with the likes of christina aguilera and toured with janet jackson on her 'velvet rope' concert. I wanna dance like him too! Ok, I shan't be so greedy, I'd be satisfied if I can dance HALF as well as he does.

Back to the movie. I thought that the dance scenes in 'Honey' were a lilttle disappointing. Those in 'Centre Stage' were tonnes better. Bummer.

Floating along

2005-07-13T19:15:00.000+08:00

Camp's over. And since we're done with the competition, practices aren't so intense. Also, I'm on driving lesson hiatus. Suddenly, the holidays seem a 'lil too quiet for my liking. But the later part of this week shall be busier. So I shall just relax and enjoy the "me-time" for now.

Against all odds

2005-07-03T23:55:00.000+08:00

I haven't been writing much.

The Muses have abandoned me and I am left with nothing but a tiny puddle of inspiration that is drying up fast. Words come in dribs and drabs and they don't flow. Forming sentences is an uphill battle. Senseless, half-formed ideas take on a hazy shape and cannot be grasped.

Moreover, Mother Technology (Mother Nature's cousin) obviously has something against me. First I couldn't log into my account. Then while in the midst of writing an entry, it got wiped out. Not once, but twice.

Blargh :(

Wriggle ... wriggle ... splat!

2005-06-19T14:23:00.000+08:00

Some of them are grey. Others are black. And there are even pink ones. They come in all sizes too - small, medium, large, extra-large. They all share a common trait though - they are gross! These icky, squirmy things called lizards, urgh, they really bug me.

I remember on one occasion, the bugger actually had the audacity to crawl across my foot. Excuse me ... I think you just violated my personal space, Lizzie.

Another thing that gets to me is the way Lizzie sits calmly on the wall, watching my every move with it's beady black eyes. It's highly disturbing. Hey Lizzie, hasn't your mama ever told ya that it's rude to stare? *shudders* You better get outta my way, or you'll share the same fate as your little black friend who just cornered me in the bathroom - squashed into bits and floating in the toilet bowl before journeying down the dark sewers.

I'll be away at camp for the next week. So no updates till then. Hope that the camp accomodation won't be a playground for Lizzie and co. Keeping my fingers crossed.

All because of you

2005-06-06T02:12:00.000+08:00

Every now and then, people need a 'lil pressure. It keeps them on their toes. Forces them to be on their best behaviour. I am no exception.

So, many thanks to those who came over to my place for practice. Without you all, my room wouldn't be as neat as it is now. No more grey dust-balls speckle the floor. Knick-knacks are tucked away in their proper places. Piles of books and random pieces of paper are stacked in an orderly fashion, such that the table-top is no longer obscured. Clothes strewn on the chair are a thing of the past.

You guys deserve the credit. Once again, I solemnly thank you.

Going down under

2005-05-29T22:23:00.000+08:00

There was so much to see, yet so little time. Sydney's a fantastic holiday destination. These are a few reasons why.

1. Bondi Beach: Although we spent most of our time galivanting the city, what really blew me away was the one day spent at Bondi Beach. The atmosphere was an impeccable mix of liveliness and leisure - people were walking their dogs or sprawled on the beach sun-tanning and surfer dudes were riding the crashing waves with style. But what made Bondi Beach picture-perfect was the deep, clear-blue sea and the fine (literally and metaphorically) sand. Walking on the cooling bed of sand, my feet would sink into this soft, beige cushion with every step taken. So, keeping balance was a mighty huge challenge.

2. The food: So ya think Singapore is a food haven? I declare cosmopolitan Sydney on par, if not, surpassing us in this arena. We were so spoilt for choice. Fresh seafood from the Sydney Fish Market, traditional dim sum in Chinatown, sloppy joe himalayan-style, turkish kebabs, home-made chocolates and jams, smooth gelato, beef pie from Cafe de Wheels ... the list of gastronomical delights go on.

3. The weather: Goodbye sweltering heat and unbearable humidity. Welcome chilly morning breeze and warm sunshine.

4. The flea markets: Paddington, Bondi, The Rocks! It was such a thrill visiting these flea markets. Here, designers and artists sell their hand-crafted accessories, one-of-a-kind clothes and unique art pieces. The most awesome thing was watching this artist, Darren Germaine create his art work on the spot (wah, this guy is lucky, getting free publicity here) at The Rocks. He took about fifteen minutes to make a piece of spray paint art and the results are simply amazing! I was so utterly marvelled that I bought one home.

5. The architecture: Apart from the skyscrapers that mark the economic prosperity of this city, there were also contemporary architectural wonders like the Sydney Tower and the Sydney Opera House. Furthermore, the fancy clock-towers with intricate engravings and quaint churches lent an archaic touch to the streets, reminding us that this is a place rich in history.

6. The people: Lucky for us, people there speak english, so we could stop anyone on the street for directions. Also, the sales people were so friendly! They'd greet us with a cheery smile or an animated "hello" and if you made a purchase, there would be a hearty word of "thank-you, have a nice day". What great service!

However, Sydney is not without flaw. My main complaint is that most shops close at an ungodly, early hour. By 6pm, the city is transformed into a ghost town. Only eateries, pubs and super markets are opened. It certainly didn't help that the winter sky became a dark blanket by about 5pm.

Minor laments aside, the vacation was truly revelling. I'd also have to give credit to the good company I had, right Aud?

Still here

2005-05-26T19:30:00.000+08:00

Ack! 'Tis been a long while since I've updated. Actually, I'm too lazy to even continue writing now, since my brain has degenerated into the holiday-mode. I'll get down to writing soon.

For now, enjoy this quote."Do not take life so seriously. You will never get out of it alive." - Elbert Hubbard

Happenings

2005-05-15T23:08:00.000+08:00

What's the best thing about being a uni student? The three month break! Thus far, the past ten days haven been relatively eventful. If I had to vegetate at home, I'd turn wilt into a lump of limp cabbage in no time. So what has been keeping me up and about?

Driving - I'm sure everyone's sick of listening to me gripe about how I have zero knack for driving. I'm also pretty certain my instructor's heart skips a beat everytime he thinks of me. I feel really sorry for terrorising him. And he happens to be such a nice fellow too. Not to worry though, I think I'm slowly getting the hang of it.

Visiting the library - Yes, I'm geeky even during the hols. Isn't that something to be proud of? Gonna try to plough through a Virgina Woolf novel. Wonder if I'll even get through the first page.

Wala Wala - live music! Thanks to Gay for the superb recommendation. Wednesday night's band is da bomb! They totally rock! Those guys are talented, funny and friendly, ahhh! Right, I'll quit gushing.

Exercising - Kudos to me for getting my lazy ass off the couch. I swam a whopping twenty laps and did twenty push-ups. Watch my muscles grow.

Eating out - Needless to say, energy replenishment is necessary after those strenuous exercises. New-found treasures include Bedok Corner's roti john and Crystal Jade's prawn noodles. Excuse me while I drool.

Shopping - Financial status: outflow of moolah. Bought a skirt I really wanted at a 50% discount, what a steal. Also found nifty gifts for the May babies, yaye!

I love the holidays, don't ya?

Cinderella and her biological mum

2005-05-11T02:53:00.000+08:00

Did Green Day do a remix of Boulevard of Broken Dreams with extra humming noises in the background? Nooo, they didn't. It was just my mum singing, or rather, attempting to sing along with them. I nearly fell off my bed. Mothers and Green Day just don't go together hand in hand.

"You know this song?" I asked incredulously.
"Ya, you always listen to it." She replied, unperturbed by my challenge.

Right ... no offense, mum. But I bet you can't differentiate one "noisy" song from the next. :p Nonetheless I was pretty amused.

Speaking of mummy dearest, as a Mother's Day treat, I morphed into Cinderella and got all down and dirty just for her - scrubbing the greasy dishes till they were sparkling clean and mopping the kitchen floor to the point that I could see my reflection in it.

And like all other fairy tales, the ending was a happy one - wrapping up the day with a rich and creamy slice of chocolate cake was way better than finding the missing glass slipper.

Boxed-up: timetables and me

2005-04-30T20:05:00.000+08:00

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother drawing up a study timetable for my exams. Do I strictly adhere to it? Uh-uh, not me.

In the past it used to be more of a scare tactic. I'd look at the timetable and it'll scream "You're lagging behind! These chapters were supposed to be covered five freakin' days ago! But look, they're all untouched!" Sad to say, the not so trusty timetable is even failing in this aspect. Realising that I'm studying at snail's pace is no longer intimidating.

Now, it merely serves as a painful reminder that there are oh-so-many-more-days before my last paper ... yup, this girl is getting restless.

Not today

2005-04-26T02:22:00.000+08:00

"Come out to play." the sun beckons, sending his warm rays into my room.

"I can't. There's work to be done." I mutter in irritation.

"Oh, come on." He cajoles. "You're wasting your youth mulling over those stacks of papers." He continues showering generous doses of sunshine, refusing to budge, like an indolent child.

Back turned towards him, I feign ignorance.

His patience wears thin.

Sulking, he abandons me to dance among his fluffy white friends instead. For now, they make better companions.

"Just give me ten more days." I think, smiling to myself.

What time is it?

2005-04-18T20:46:00.000+08:00

This is last week's news ... I don't often head for lectures early. So I was really pleased that I was in campus by 2.40pm for a lecture that starts at 4pm. And being the studious person that I am (Hey, I saw that k. Quit rolling your eyes.) I decided to head straight to the lecture hall to enjoy the air-condition and do some readings.

I was just about to walk in when I realised that the lecture hall was occupied. Well, being the busybody that I am, I decided to peek in to see what lecture it was. Then ... I saw this familiar head. Looks like someone from my tutorial.

Then ... i heard this familiar voice. Sounds like my lecturer. Yea, you see where this is going huh. Well, I certainly didn't. The thought that my lecturer must have shifted the lecture time even flitted across my mind. It was only when I plomped myself on a seat that it struck me - I got my lecture timing mixed up. Can you believe it? After going for this 2pm lecture for an entire semester, I could actually think that it starts at 4pm for the very last lecture? :\ The best (or worse) thing was that I actually got to hitch a ride to school that day, so I ought to have been on time. The ironies of life.

Sigh, mixed up the timing for my driving lessons too. I ended up being way too early. Better early than late you say? I agree. But I didn't particularly enjoy inhaling second hand smoke, the thick oily smell of food cooking and the stinky exhaust fumes at driving centre's canteen. Gag.

Signs of ageing

2005-04-12T01:36:00.000+08:00

Apart from the usual clues like the strands of white hair (only a strand or two) and laugh lines (euphemism for wrinkles) that appear, there are other little signs that remind me that I'm getting older, unfortunately i don't feel much wiser.

For starters, the all-time favourite question will pop up in virtually any conversation, "so, what do you intend to work as when you graduate?" I'm not aversive to this question at all. In fact, it's quite an interesting topic to discuss. But if you reply with a "gosh, I have absolutely no idea", you're in for a few standard reactions.

If you're conversing with someone pretty much older than you, get ready for the 'furrowed browed frown' that is sometimes pepperd with a 'tsk tsk' sound. An alternative reaction would be 'mouth agape' look that is accompanied with a gasp so loud that you'd wonder if you've just committed the most heinous crime ever. Well, there are just way too many things I wanna pursue and I just can't make up my mind, that's all. It's not like I'm ambition-less (is there such a word?).

If the person you're talking too is someone your own age, the response might be in the form of 'The Understanding Nod' or 'The Squeal Of Delight'. Basically, the nod and the squeal are different degrees of expressing the same meaning, which is 'hey, i'm in the same boat as you too.'

Second sign of ageing is that my taste of music has mellowed, a little. I'm tuning in more often to Class95. But well ... at least I haven't become all old-fogey and listen only to Gold 90FM, haha. Gold definitely plays nice oldies but if I tune into it ALL the time, that's just weird.

Thirdly ... thirdly ... hmmm, I can't remember, what's the last point I wanted to make. I guess this in itself is an indication of ageing huh - the occasional bouts of amnesia.

In denial

2005-04-08T13:08:00.000+08:00

My piano is kooky. Everytime the exams are about to roll by, it seems to emit a sort of magnetic force so powerful, that I'd sweep off the thin layer of dust that has gathered on it, plant myself onto chair and start tinkling away for as long as like half an hour. Granted, half an hour isn't all that long. But compared to my usual five minutes, I think it's quite out of the norm.

It's not a deliberate attempt to lay off my readings, really! :p

So why this phenomena?

Bobbin' around

2005-03-29T01:57:00.000+08:00

The weekend was pretty good. Not in a fantastically wonderful and woo-hoo kinda way. But it was more of a yaye-at-least-im-not-pulling-my hair-out-or-banging-my-head-against-the-wall sorta manner. Felt a little more relaxed and at ease. The only major bummer was having to go back to school on a saturday. Bah!

Surprisingly, I've been in quite a good mood. In fact, the holiday mood is setting in - not! Just a little. It's Bob Marley's reggae music i tell ya. Listening to it makes me feel like I'm chillin' out at some exotic beach. Come on, everyone, sing: "Everything's gonna be alright. Everything's gonna be alright. No woman no cry. No woman no cry."

Ok ... enough crooning for now, I better hit the sack. My eyebags are getting worse. I'll end with a piece of trivia: Do you know that some people actually go under the knife to get the eyebags (dead tissues and fat deposits) removed? Like how gross is that!

Boo boo 8

2005-03-24T23:09:00.000+08:00

I just realised tt Booboo 8 exists. i lost my cash card too. *weep* Must have left it in the printing room. :(

Boo boo

2005-03-24T01:46:00.000+08:00

What a day, what a day! Seriously, projects and assignments and essays are like the Dementors of Harry Potter - they suck the life outta you. Don't ask me how many I've completed and how many more are undone.

Anyway, my day started off really early. I was supposed to wake up at 6am to tie up the loose ends of the essay. But i was way too zonked out. So I only managed to crawl outta bed at 7am. And apparently, the "loose ends" of the essay were all jumbled up and in one huge mess. So I only had the final copy completed at 12pm! And ... horror of horrors - the essay had to be nestled safely in my lecturer's pigeon hole by 1pm.

You know, when you're totally frantic, things just have a way of going all wrong. So here comes the first of the many boo-boos that occured along the way:

Booboo 1: While waiting for the lift I realised I left my pencil case at home. Thinking that my thumbdrive was in there I headed back to my place.

Booboo 2: My thumbdrive was actually in my bag already.Lucky for me, I managed to hail a cab immediately. So in the cab I was proof-reading my essay and along came:

Booboo 3: Fatal gramatical errors in my conclusion. I'd have to reprint the page.

Booboo 4: I stapled the pages in the wrong order and didn't have a stapler on hand.Well, I managed to reach campus pretty quickly ... then -

Booboo 5: I told the cab driver to turn left when he was supposed to turn right. Thank goodness he didn't follow my instructions. Cos he had the sense to realise I was uttering nonsense when my words didn't correspond with my hand gestures. I bounded up to the clubroom to dump my belongings and then rushed out to the printers to make the changes and reprint the page. And then I was struck by -

Booboo 6: I left my thumbdrive in my bag, which was in the clubroom. (again!?! yes, my exact sentiments) Of course I got my the essay chucked into the pigeon hole on time. But not without facing the last of the Booboos.

Booboo 7: A stapler that refused to work :And so, that's the end of my Booboo day.

The walking dead

2005-03-12T14:50:00.000+08:00

By popular demand, I'm back. This entry is just gonna be long enough to let you know that life is currently crap but I'm surviving. Ok, it's not all that crappy. I'm just kinda tired.

Really, my brain ain't functioning well enough for me to write coherently. It's that time of the semester again. Deadlines are looming at every corner you turn. Depressing. Just a few more weeks and the zombie-like figures will start roaming NUS. *does the zombie-hop*

In line with such dismal spirit (pardon the pun), I shall leave you with a dejecting quote by nothing less, but an anhedonist. It's from the movie Annie Hall.

Person A: "Boy, the food at this place is really terrible."
Person B: "Yea, and such small portions."
Alvy (the anhedonist): That's essentially how I feel about life."

When a door closes

2005-02-28T22:34:00.000+08:00

When a door closes ... three things can happen.

Firstly, you may be left behind. The second possibility is that you get/ nearly get clipped in between those menacing jaws. Lastly, as the cliche goes - another door will open.

Today, a very unfortunate me had the luck to be a victim of the first two scenarios.

Peak hour at the MRT is insane! That's where the doors closed right smack in my face, leaving me standing at the platform all alone and forlorn. But pretty relieved cos I wasn't as unlucky as the aunty a few steps in front of me. She managed to enter just in the nick of time, but got SQUASHED by the evil doors in the process. "Soooo unglam", I thought. But I was obviously gloating way too soon. Cos just as I was about to step into the lift at my apartment's lobby, those cursed doors suddenly started closing in on me too. Bleurgh. So I was caught doing one of those flinches with a twisted "oh my gawd, my bones are gonna turn into powder" expression on my face.

To top it all off, it's the first day of school after the break and I feel totally tired and bummed. What a wonderful start.

Like a stuffed turkey

2005-02-25T13:32:00.000+08:00

Looking back on the month of February, I realised how come my tummy has been extremely satisfied and of course, burgeoning.

1. Marmalade Pantry
2. Spizza
3. NYDC
4. Thai Express
5. Crystal Jade La Mien Place
6. Marina Bay BBQ/ Steamboat
7. Munchie Monkeys
8. Coffee Club

To nurse my pocket, I shall live off white bread and water for the month of March (yea ... rite).

Anyhoo, bye bye Ladida! Come back soon k? *waves madly*

Coffee shops are high tech too

2005-02-18T19:42:00.000+08:00

A few of the ah-peks were garrulously bantering across bottles of Tiger beer in their dialects. Some of the others were perched on their red plastic chairs drinking their kopi, while the remaining lot of them were gathered around this box-like chunk of plastic/metal/glass. A contemporary art installation sitting in the midst of the coffee shop? Of course not.

What's this mysterious object? A television. Now, before all you people out there start rolling your eyes and muttering "Big deal". Let me tell ya, this TV I'm talking about is huge! Humongous. Gargantuan. It's like the Mother-Of-All-TVs kinda thing. This coffee shop must be making big bucks to be able to afford such luxury!

Compared to their TV, mine looks like it just popped out of some third-world country. It's probably one-tenth the size of Mother-Of-All TVs. And while Mother-Of-All TVs is a brilliant coat of silver, my humble TV is a sad shade of black with little scratch marks. What's more, Mother-Of-All TVs is flat-screened. Uber cool.

Hey, it's seven-fifty. That gives me ten minutes to head to that high-tech coffee shop to enjoy my eight pm TV programme on the big screen. Gotta go!

Sufferin' the repercussions

2005-02-13T18:47:00.000+08:00

With every action comes a consequence. Looks like i'm paying for my actions now.

Down with a flu, hacking cough, sore throat and a heavy head, i'm at my most pathetic. Even the my room reflects the state i'm in. There's a mountainous but still growing pile of white tissues in my bin and mean little cough germs floating around my room.

Initially I thought the headache and feeling that my eyes were about to pop was due to staring at the computer screen for too long. Then i started feeling kinda warm. Fever maybe? Tried searching for the trusty thermometer. But apparently thermometers take leave and go off to some mysterious location to enjoy the 15 days of CNY as well. Thermometer thermometer, wherefore art thou?

Anyway, so what's the cure? Pooh pooh to homemade chicken soup and powdery pills. It's more CNY snacks for me. Don't you go 'tsk tsk', I'm talking about the rich in vitamin C mandarin orange.

Cock-a-doodle-doo

2005-02-10T01:14:00.000+08:00

As a kid I absolutely adored Chinese New Year. It's the time of the year where i got to:

1. wear pretty new clothes
2. collect red packets
3. stuff myself silly with the various goodies.

Then how come i don't feel as geared up for the festive season as i used to? A few possible reasons:

1. i don't really have new clothes this time round
2. as an overgrown kid i realise it's an exchange and not collection of red packets
3. i am haunted by the fact that gorging myself with new year goodies may be the cause of a heart-attack/ stroke/ diabetes or any other life-threatening disease down the road

Sigh. Actually, i just feeling grouchy and sore that there's work piling up while i play mahjong. Yea that's what is buggin' me. Argh argh. :/ Under normal circumstances, i still love CNY.

Digressing to happier thoughts, i wanna thank everyone who squeezed out their precious time to celebrate my birthday. Thank ya all sooo much! Those who didn't manage to ... don't fret, i still love ya all. Hehe. And the gifts are just swell! *beams*

It's all about IT

2005-02-05T02:50:00.000+08:00

For those well acquainted with me, you'll know that im not exactly the most IT-savvy person in the world. For those who aren't, well ... you probably figured that out already, i mean, just look at this blog's layout. Yes yes, i didn't even construct it myself. It's a template, k, i admit :p

Amazingly, I foresee myself and technology to become great buddies this semester. Me and technology - inseparable. Yin to the yang. Bacon with eggs. Lois and Clark. Ooops, getting little carried away. Anyhoo, I'll be dabbling with photoshop. Also on the agenda: making a video. And get this - creating a webpage!

So, what's the point in telling you all this you may ask. Point being: that this blog has hope! There's a possibility that quirkyditz.blogdrive won't remain this dull plain jane forever. Because yours truly will be forced to learn how to create a webpage.

Hence, look out for the advent of quirkyditz.blogdrive's new and refreshing look within the next 6 months. Hmmm ... nah ... ... make that 12!

it's a free-wheeling kinda thing

2005-01-29T22:39:00.000+08:00

Driving seems fun, ain't it? What freedom it brings. More late nights out and road trips for the young lads and lasses. Lo and behold the adventures which are about to spring onto these independent youths!Driving's also convenient eh? There’s no need to wait 20 freakin’ minutes for a bus to rumble along. Forget the crowds and all the shoving and elbowing to get onto public transport.
However, before one gets to enjoy these perks, one actually has to learn how to drive. *gasp* How did that slip our minds?

And guess what? Driving isn’t as easy as it looks either. Just hop into your car, turn on the ignition and off ya go? Think again. You also gotta release the handbrakes, fiddle with the clutch pedal, and accelerator and check for on-coming traffic before the ‘off you go’ actually takes place.

For now I’m still the beginner: grappling with the wheel, desperately trying to co-ordinate my feet and anxiously twitching my head left and right. Initially the Queen of Stalling, I'm now the Queen of Free-Wheeling. I wonder which is more dangerous. *ponder ponder* Looks like it’s gonna be quite a while before I morph into one of those seasoned driver who can smoothly manoeuvre the vehicle.

I just hope I don’t turn into one of those hazardous drivers. *grins*

Hong Kong

2005-01-11T21:28:00.000+08:00

The city is a swirl of colours.
It is a symphony of sounds.
A different scent with every breath you take.

The air is cold, so cold that it bites deep into your bones. It is inevitable that your nose clogs up and bits of white flakes form on your skin. Cracks run down your palms like that of a hard and dry desert ground.

The city is a swirl of colours:
In the day, the neon lights glow ceaselessly. At night, they are blinding – a stark contrast to the pitch black backdrop. Looking up, billboards and gigantic signboards hang haphazardly from above, all vying for the attention of passer-bys who are too busy to give them a second glance. In comparison, the signboards and advertisements of local shops seem tacky, as they sit side by side with the names of global corporations with their slick and sophisticated advertisements. Blocks of paint-peeling, grimy walls juxtapose against towers of shiny glass surfaces that reflect the sunlight, the throngs of pedestrians and vehicles zipping by.

It is a symphony of sounds:
A zealous shop vendor beckons you. His voice rises above the smattering of Cantonese, spoken by the lady in smart office attire who walks by briskly. The beeping of the traffic light intensifies and the clicking of your boots on the concrete sidewalk quickens.

A different scent with every breath you take:
Thick exhaust fumes and the fragrance of sizzling claypot rice from road-side stalls fuse together. It is just one of the many combinations of the startling smells that waft up your nose.

It is jam-packed everywhere - from the open boulevards to the narrow streets of the night markets.

The city is a swirl of colours.
It is a symphony of sounds.
A different scent with every breath you take.

O come the new year

2005-01-07T14:45:00.000+08:00

So, there goes 2004. And welcooome *drumroll* 2005! Rite, this entry is 7 days behind time but ahh - heck!

Back tracking to new year's eve. There i was, thinking that i would be in for a mighty treat - Corrine May's gig by the esplanade waterfront. Boy, was i wrong. Not that her performance wasn't enjoyable. The problem was that dear Mr. Weather was throwing tantrums and being exceptionally temperamental (read: passing drizzles). Hence the incredibly long wait before we were awed by corrine's gifted set of pipes. On top of an un-cooperative Mr. Weather, we also had to deal with Mr. Electrical Current who decided to trip in the midst of a song, once again making the gig come to a halt. Argh.

Unlike other years where everyone would be in the highest of spirits to usher the new year, there was a tinge of sadness hanging in the air during the countdown. Instead of embracing the new year with a big bang and a large display of fireworks as planned initially, 2005 was received with a sombre minute of silence, in memory of the tsunami victims. Well, of course the countdown ended with some cheering. But i guess it was somewhat disheartening to know in some places nearby, monstrous waves have just wrecked the lives of many and that mountains of damages are still left unrepaired.
With that said, hopefully 2005 will be a better year! :)