The Bibik Speaketh

Single Again

2011-12-10T15:48:00.000+08:00

For most of my adult life I've been either attached or "involved" with someone. I could mention a few pockets of "singlehood" in between, here and there, but the periods are too short and too sporadic to count for anything much.

The outcome of that is I'm not altogether myself anymore, since I lose a little bit of me with each new fella I date... call me overly accommodating... or stupid (I know more than a few people who'll be nodding in agreement here) but I tend to forget that I'm important too. So I bend over backwards and forget who I really am, what I really want, where I really want to go.

A month and a half ago I found myself suddenly single again. I moped for a few weeks. And with the help of old friends - and some new ones - I managed to bounce back...with a vengeance it seems.

Things are suddenly so clear and obvious. I'm back to being my no-nonsense self, I've found a little bit of the confidence I lost over time, I walk taller, sit straighter and I'm looking the world in the face again! Thanks guys... CH, GL, DJ, JL.. you've all been wonderful, wonderful friends. And you KNOW I couldn't have done it without you!

Acceptance

2011-11-29T18:08:00.000+08:00

It has been a rather trying year for me. I'll be glad for it to come to an end so that I can begin next year without burdens and unfinished business.

But why wait till next year? Today. Today will be the start of a new year. A new tomorrow. A new hope. I sound like a Star Wars movie title...

In the past it was all about bending over backwards, being careful not to rock the boat. Well, that boat has been slowly taking on water and eventually I found myself up to my eyeballs in murky water littered with debris and filth. So maybe instead of not rocking the boat, I should be vigilant and tell myself it's okay to abandon ship. After all, if patching up the holes doesn't help, then no matter how I try and maintain balance and no matter how I keep still, it will still fill up eventually and I'll sink right along with it.

So here's to new tomorrows, new hopes and new dreams. The past ends now. Let the future begin.

Venting

2011-11-02T16:00:00.000+08:00

I haven't written in ages. I apologise.

I'm back cos I need an outlet to vent. So if you're not interested don't read this.

But if you ARE curious as to what happened - here it is.

Fact : I was very upfront about what I wanted out of this relationship. He assured me that he was on the same page. Over time he couldn't keep up with the demands of having a girlfriend - and it's nothing fantastical I assure you.

I on the other hand, wasn't completely sold on the idea that we would only ever go where he wanted and when he wanted. I was never involved in any of the decision making, and invitations ended up sounding something like "I'm going here with XYZ.. you're invited... if you don't wanna come it's ok... I'll go by myself".

Whatever happened to "hey, XYZ asks if we wanna go here... how? shall we?"

Chances are (as is my way) I'll say yes. But on the off chance I don't feel like going out it is also very likely that the answer will be "I don't feel like going out, but you go lah.." The end result would be the same. I recognise this. So I let it go. But really, a bit of consideration would have been nice.

Point of contention 2 - We hardly met for dinner, we definitely didn't spend weekends together except for when he rolls up post-dinner, stays over then splits the next morning (either cos he has to fulfil his saturday morning obligation or I have to work on sunday) and again, I was never part of the when-we're-meeting decisions.

In our 8 months together we saw less than 10 movies together (so far I count Johnny English, Transformers 3, Hangover 2, No Strings Attached and Midnight in Paris....) spent maybe 3 whole days together (Nat'l Day, that one Wed I was off and he took leave, and the recent Flyer excursion) and he walked out on the relationship 3 times.

So, Mr Ex-Boyfriend, You say I'm trying to control your life - you say I'm expecting you to behave like we're ALREADY married when it's been barely a year... well, then you shouldn't have been doing things that you think husbands do like buying groceries (once a week you insisted) and household appliances (fan) and furnishings (bedsheets). You shouldn't have planned the wedding or the honeymoon destination.

Here's a tip - if you're not ready to commit - don't get involved.

And sure as hell don't behave like you're already married. Where was the wining and the dining? Where was the dating? Where was the sweet nothings, walks on the beach, romantic notes, flowers and gifts?

Your words - you wanted to consider carefully if you had the time, energy and capability to invest in a jewel and keep it shiny and polished and provide all that it needs... guess we know that answer.

Oh and here's another tip - you can't keep your family and your relationship separate without eventually totally losing one or the other.

Crossroads

2011-06-06T16:58:00.000+08:00

I think it was the title of a Bon Jovi album. It never occurred to me just how difficult making a decision could be.

On the one hand there is the familiar. But with all the good familiar, comes the bad familiar. And while it would be so easy to choose what I know, it would also be going against every bit of common sense. On the other hand, there is the promise of discovery and newness. My head is spinning from having to make a choice.

But the fact that I'm not choosing to make a U-turn speaks volumes. It would seem I HAVE chosen, wouldn't it?

For now, all I'm saying is that I deserve my one last chance too. So that's what I'm choosing.

I realise...

2011-04-28T23:57:00.000+08:00

... that people don't usually say what they mean, or mean what they say

... what I wanted then is very different from what I want now

... if you keep looking for that "thing" that you think will bring you happiness, you'll never be happy

... I've been losing for so long that I don't believe I could ever win

... no matter how awesome you think your friends are, they can surprise you with even more awesome-ness

... my standards are too darn high and I have to accept that people aren't saints

... I am no longer capable of being the Queen Bitch I once was

... there are tons of crazies in the world

... if you want something badly enough, you'll figure out a way to get it

... making excuses is my way of running away from possible failure

... I used to be more of a risk taker in my youth

... my home is sacred to me.

GE 2011

2011-04-28T23:48:00.002+08:00

It's 8 days to polling day.

I'm not saying I'm displeased with our current parliament.

I'm just saying, isn't it time we had a few more opposition voices ?

In my dream

2011-02-08T05:29:00.000+08:00

In my dream I was surprised to see you
I wanted to reach out and say your name

In my dream it felt as if nothing had changed
Everything was exactly the way it was

Everyone doing whatever they did
Even the time of day was true to our habits

And yet I felt a tug, a catch in my voice
Something pulling at me
I looked behind me and then I woke

And awareness set in

In my dream I was how I was
Before I saw the truth, the cold reality

Now with open eyes I look behind me -
I see it all
Figures.
If only I'd known for sure...

Here Comes The Rabbit

2011-02-08T05:11:00.002+08:00

A month ago I got some news. It smacked me in the face. I thought I knew someone, it turns out I didn't. But I suppose one never does eh?

The first reaction this new information elicited from me was "Why do men cheat?"

I suppose the answer is : Because they can.

Ok, ok, I know that's a sweeping statement that will probably give rise to all sorts of disgruntled comments and wails of "unfair!!" cos women have been known to cheat too. But hey, we don't get caught as often as the guys do!

With this episode, and having to deal with it emotionally, I've learnt a little bit more about myself. And the world I live in. The most important lessons I'll take with me into this lunar new year of the rabbit are:

1) Never to compromise my standards to a point where I lose myself. Being trusting is one thing. But I'll not stand for anymore rubbish from the people I date.

2) Be the best daughter / sister that I can be. And if I have to lose a few battles, then so be it. My parents aren't exactly spring chickens no more. I figure I should always be mindful of that fact.

3) This next one may seem a little contradictory - while people behave the way they do around me based on how I am when I'm with them, (ie. I am responsible for how they are with me) I need to also realise that I am not to be blamed for people (men OR women) who betray my trust and violate my personal space - and yes, I AM referring specifically to *that* kind of personal space.

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It's been a week since I started this post and by now I've had numerous dinners / lunches / non-meal-specific meet-ups with friends and family.

In the process I've gotten some more information about a certain someone who lost a certain amount of weight (presumably from misery) and has since bloated back up again (presumably since she's happy again).

And while I know it's evil and mean-hearted of me, I can't help but think that in spite of the couple of kgs I've gained since Christmas, I'm certain I'm still hotter than her.

So (and I say this for the benefit of the people reading this who KNOW what and who this is all about) if he wants to have his cake and eat it too, then he's got another think coming cos clearly she's eaten all of it. ;)

S.T.Louis ~ Consumer beware

2010-12-21T03:16:00.000+08:00

At Tampines 1 while walking about

To my sister dearest I suddenly did shout

That there was a sale in S T Louis

Could we take a look in there please??? (clearly this wouldn't rhyme if you said it in French!)

There were many necklaces, trinkets galore

I already owned some, for sure, but I wanted more

So a draped one over myself - just to see

If it was suited to the wearer - me.

And just as I reached behind me to grasp

the necklace it came undone, but not at the clasp

The string burst, the beads rolled, some UNDER my shirt

A mouse walking past would have surely been hurt

The saleslady wasn't the littlest bit fazed

She picked up the bits while I stood looking dazed

Then nonchalantly says to us - pointing at the sign

That since I had broken it, the thing was now mine.(What?!?!)

Three dollars and ninety cents isn't too much (yeah.. right)

To pay for a trinket I barely did touch (hrmph)

And oh, I was warned that their products would break

Or else why put up a sign if some wear they could take!!

I get that these shops put up signs as a warning

to kids and teens who'll be sighing and fawning

Over such baubles and bits, bobs etcetera

But surely they knew I was a bona fide shopper!

Ah well, just beware if ever you're in

said shop - don't touch anything with your own skin

Always be sure that the staff is assisting

That way if stuff breaks it's not your pocket their skinning.

UNIQLO a definite NO GO!

2010-11-19T23:38:00.000+08:00

Some time ago I heard from my sister that Uniqlo has a policy about taking off one's shoes when trying on clothing.

1) toe jam

2) plantar warts

3) any other germs / bacteria

Needless to say as a plantar wart survivor I refuse to take any more chances in the event I have to suffer thru craters burnt out of my feet and limping about in pain all over again.

So I told myself I wouldn't ever shop there.

However, also thanks to my sister, I've become the proud owner of a great brown jacket - right size, comfy, great for work.

Unfortunately for me, I didn't have any bottoms to wear it with.

Fortunately for me, the pasar malam downstairs was a great place for securing a printed brown skirt that would go great with it.

Unfortunately for me, I didn't have any beige/cream tops that would match the floral skirt.

So upon consulting with my guru of baju (read: nya Lisa) I decided to give UNIQLO a go. I figured I wouldn't USE the fitting room. I'd just identify a suitable tee / tank and get the heck out of there.

Right? Wrong. I step in there with mum in tow and asked salesperson #1 where I could find some women's fitted tees.

"Wait ah, I check."

I'm puzzled. Er, don't you work here? Ok, maybe it's her first day on the job.

"Ma'am, you mean slim cut tees?"

Hmm, I suppose that could be what it's called in this store. "Yes," I say.

"Follow me."

Little did I know that she meant "follow me while I meander around this outlet because even tho I now know what you are looking for, I still have no idea where to get any. How about I try asking this other salesperson (aka #2)..."

He points at yonder shelf - wait, aren't those jeans? So we head over there and there's not a tee to be seen.

"Hey, Salesperson #3, yes you, do we have any slim cut tees?"

"Yah, there." (He points at a corner we had just gone round.)

More meandering follows. We finally get there. The tour guide hightails it outta there.

Oh. They're turtlenecks. I turn to salesperson #4.

"Excuse me, where are your crew neck tee shirts?"

Blur look follows.

I try again: "Round neck ?"

"ohhh, here" - points to turtleneck I'm holding.

Now *I'm* confused. "No no," I say, gesturing to my own neck to try and charade it out to her "round neck, not high neck"

Another blur look. She proceeds to point behind me.

I turn and see round-neck heat-lock-in long-sleeved supposed-to-be-long-johns-es. Sigh.

I look and mum and roll my eyeballs. We both head out the door.

Conclusion ->

1) too many salespersons with no idea what they're selling

2) no one knows what a crew-neck tee shirt is

3) they don't have any

In Hiding

2010-11-04T02:24:00.000+08:00

I haven't written in a bit cos I was (unbeknownst to me) on a quest to find myself.

I've come to terms with my abandonment issues. I've sorted out the people in my life on my friend-meter, again! I've reconnected with people whom, in the past, I've had to keep a distance from.

Moving on I can safely say that I'm over it. My concerns are for myself and the people whom I love. So if you're not People I Love then well, as they say, Tuff Sheet.

Am I still hurting? Sure. But it's safe to say that if a certain ex-beau were to show up with a story I'd be very unlikely to believe it. I'm not so much angry as exasperated. And perhaps the anger is at myself...for constantly defending and justifying the various positions I found myself in.

And if you discover that I've suddenly become really quiet or reluctant to engage in any communication whatsoever, know that it's not me, it's you. I haven't got any more patience and/or years left to waste on people who think they're too good for / above / better than me.

So, I'm done. And in a tribute to my latest project - Life is Great!

New books!!

2010-09-25T16:23:00.002+08:00

...courtesy of the publishers...

Remember the Meg Cabot omnibus I wrote about earlier which had the missing pages? So I wrote to the publishers and told them about the problem.

And I received this in the mail a couple of days ago. Yippee!

Queen of Babble

2010-09-02T18:31:00.002+08:00

This is the book I've been reading. I got to the end last night. Only, at page 251 I realised I was back at page 219. There was a repeat of the whole chunk from chapter 19 onwards for about 30 pages, and then it skipped all the way to page 282. So I missed the bit where Lizzie received her present from Luke. She was expecting an engagement ring - only it wasn't a ring, and from what I can tell they must have gotten into a fight and broken up. Cos by page 282 she had moved out of her apartment and into the upstairs unit of the shophouse where she works.

I hopped over to the publisher's website where there's a nifty link to an email address where you can report faults like missing pages (I wonder if this happens often) and they've auto-responded saying someone will contact me about my report soon.

And so it IS possible to get from 247 to 283 in the span of 2 pages... Sigh. Anyone want an almost-choose-your-own-adventure romance novel?

The Bait & Wait

2010-09-02T04:04:00.002+08:00

I've just been sitting on my butt for the last 2 hours in my room watching He's Just Not That Into You.

And you know, the main thing I got out of it is that I've been a stupid cow the last 30 years of my life. With every relationship I can look back now and pinpoint the exact moment when it all fell apart. The moment when I should have walked away. But didn't. I'm just pissed that I wasted so much time - not only on the ones who never quite made it to relationship status, but even on the ones who did.

So the deal is this - since so many people out there wonder why women keep hanging on and hoping and waiting for the guy to call / ask her out / propose, I have decided to consciously remember that if he ain't calling, then he ain't interested.

Having said that.. over the last month I've had 5 almost-offers to go out. I say "almost" because they've all expressed some sort of interest in meeting up / having coffee / buying me dinner, but only 1 has ACTUALLY asked if I was available over the weekend. Unfortunately I wasn't so the date didn't happen but that's not the point of this story.

The point is, why would you say "we should have dinner sometime" or "I'd like to take you out" or "let's meet for coffee when your schedule lightens up" and then NOT set a date or ask a girl out?

My theory is that guys just don't realise that's what they've gotta do. And asking her out means you set a day and time - not call up NOW and say "hey, you free for brunch?" cos chances are she won't be. Cos she has a life right? And she would have already made other plans. And if she hasn't, it's likely she's got stuff to do or errands to run or simply doesn't feel like company.

So here are lines I'm getting from the Bait & Waiters of the moment:

"I was going to ask if you wanted to go out but I thought you'd be busy"

So you're a psychic now are you?

"Oh do you often have friends over for drinks? So when am I going to get an invitation?"

We've never met. Ever. Why would I ask you to my home?

"I'd love to continue this conversation over dinner sometime" but hasn't been able to actually project a date in the future for this to happen. He HAS however rung me up and asked if I wanted to have brunch like NOW at least 3 times. Sorry. I don't do beck and call anymore.

"We should definitely have coffee. I'd love to hear from you when you're free to meet."

Am I expected to email you a timetable? You've fished around to scope out my willingness to meet up and I've said, sure I'd like that. It's your turn buddy. It's not like you don't have my number.

So if anyone knows a decent bloke who isn't likely to piss me off, and whom you think might appreciate my personality and all-round (pun definitely intended!) good looks, throw him my way will ya? And yes, he has to call me. Cos I ain't doin' no mo' callin'.

Hello, Write Properly, Can?

2010-09-01T04:49:00.000+08:00

Short Sorries... I mean, Stories.

1. I was looking at indie blogshops selling used clothing (ok, some of the stuff is purported to be brand new, with tags intact, even) and the one thing that struck me is how many Singaporeans mix-up reasonably common words. The 2 most common mistakes are using BROUGHT instead of BOUGHT and INTERLINING instead of INNER-LINING. I mean, the last time I heard the word "interline" there were aeroplanes involved. There is a fashion-industry use of the word Interlining - it refers to the sandwiched piece of cloth BETWEEN the main garment and its lining, or any fabric commonly used for such a purpose. I'm sure that's NOT what these web-sellers are referring to.

2. Earlier on today I had a conversation online with a bloke. He made a joke that was totally not funny. It was more of a one-liner, really. Which didn't make any sense at all. In addition, it was about something I said in reference to something my best friend gave me. When I totally didn't react in the manner which he was expecting his reply was "Just Kidding". A) You're not my friend and I don't know you. We've never met in person and I'm only chatting with you online to be polite because you enquired about something I posted up. B) You don't know my friend and you have no idea what it is we're talking about because the reference was for HER not YOU. C) Do you even know the meaning of "Just Kidding"?

3. While many have adopted the practice of typing words using as few letters as possible in an SMS (aka Text message) I'd like to point out that when you're writing a story for people to read on your blog, it is NT ok 2 type lyk dis bcos d eye doesn't automatically pik up d meang of d word if it's nt spelt out prop. The result is that it takes a person twice as long to decipher the meaning of your discourse. Well, alright, maybe not twice as long, but definitely longer than normal. And isn't it more natural for your fingers to type the actual word out on a computer keyboard anyway? If you've used the computer for any amount of time and type regularly enough muscle memory takes over no? (and now tell me, did you slow down while reading that funny line up there? Cos I did when I read through this paragraph - and I WROTE it!)

4. Back to fashion blogs. Just one more thing to add. When you don't know the correct word, or if there's a chance you might be using the wrong one, just swap it out for a simpler version. Eg. The description for a Black and Cream Polka Dot Dress >> Goes from the office to the restaurant - all you need is a simple bracelet and necklace to compliment the outfit. In my head I have a comic strip going: Dear outfit - You're looking nice today... Why, thanks for the compliment. Seriously. *Rolls eyeballs*

So u noe, I saw dis dress tt wil really compliment d shoes I brought in M'sia bt den dere was no interlining! How? no lah.. Just Kidding!

Happy Birthday Daddy

2010-08-30T00:29:00.005+08:00

My father turned 79 on Wednesday but I was super-busy this week (M9 remember?) so we arranged to have his "celebration" dinner tonight instead.

I was kinda expecting dinner to cost a little more than it did - so when the bill arrived and it was only $61.50 I was over the moon :)

The sister and family joined us for dinner so she split it with me (or I should say, the sister's husband did).

From extreme left (clockwise):

Venison with Ginger n S/Onions

Diced Chicken with Cashews

Egg Fu-Yong

Sambal Mussels

Kai-Lan in Garlic

Center: Home-made Tofu

The fried noodles had already been cleared out!

Here's dad chowing down -

And after dinner we headed back to The Sister's house for cake and tea...

...where Jason (+ guitar) and Sandra provided some live entertainment via McFly and Simple Plan songs.

I know it wasn't this super glamorous party or anything and I wish we could have done more for you, but still, I hope you had fun daddy. I love you!

Courtesy Is Alive and Well

2010-08-29T01:47:00.000+08:00

There may be hope for our countrymen after all.

The folks and I were on our way back from Suntec City on Friday and it was about 430 in the evening. Mum scored herself a seat on the ridiculously crowded train (we got on at Paya Lebar) and dad and I hovered where she was seated. These 2 blokes got up and offered their seats to us.

"Oh it's ok, I can stand", I blurted, indicating that they didn't BOTH have to sacrifice their seats. But they would have none of it and so dad and I sat our aching bones down for the journey home. So, this is me saying thanks, fellas!

Here's to you two. Maybe the world isn't ALL bad eh?

Seen this week

2010-08-29T01:20:00.001+08:00

And for $8.90 it's a dam good buy! I'll collect my copy tomorrow - thanks to Che-Che Sue : Pop Club member extraordinaire!

I mentioned that Hershey's was coming to the east - Tampines Mall to be exact - but look what I saw while I was wandering around Citilink Mall :)

There can never be too many stores, in my opinion. Mmmm - I can already taste the peanut butter in my mouth!

Study Study Study

2010-08-29T01:10:00.000+08:00

If you've been wondering why I've been so out of it lately - here's the reason:

This is the big mama that I've been ploughing thru the last month in preparation for the M9 Exam (as it is affectionately known). The book is tres heavy!

125 questions. pass mark is 88. that's 70%.

And I passed. I'm thankful I can still remember stuff even tho it's been ages since I had to study anything. And it's heartwarming to know that my friends have every confidence in me being able to do this (and do it easily, I might add).

Thanks for all the encouragement and motivation guys. I Love You!!

PROOF!

What's with the men these days?

2010-08-28T16:42:00.000+08:00

This is a pissy post. If you're not in the mood for it, DON'T READ IT.

Over dinner I had the opportunity to gossip with my girls.

The story was told of a certain feller who couldn't get the girl of his dreams, so he settled for this other girl who really really likes him. Now they've been together for a bit and she's hinting ALL OVER THE PLACE about applying for a flat, looking at bridal magazines, saying how her horoscope makes her an ideal candidate for a wife. (Personally I don't think that has anything to do with it, but, ok...)

When the feller was confronted by friends (who've heard the massive hints on the part of the girlfriend) his answer was this - if I keep quiet I'll be alright.

Dude- wake up. You WON'T be alright. You'll be 50 and living in the mind of an 8 year old.

"So if you don't intend to marry her, why even pursue this relationship?"

"I'm afraid if I give her up I won't be able to find anyone else"

R-i-g-h-t. That makes a lot of sense. Let's see, as a single person you can do whatever you want, go out with whoever you choose, sleep as late as you like, have NO commitments to said girlfriend and won't feel as if your every move is being policed.

Now that you're attached, you're constantly looking for ways to go out sans said girlfriend, refuse to be affectionate to her in public, can't stand it when she calls to ask where you are, don't bother to text or call her...

Tell me again why you're so afraid you can't find someone else? It's not like you're even ENJOYING this relationship you DO have.

Take if from me because I have first hand experience right? If you have the b*lls to break up with her now (CLEANLY) cos you just don't love her that way (or any way, for that matter) she'll be pissed but respect you for your honesty.

If you keep her hanging till she's at her wits' end SHE'LL want to break up with you (leaving you with no one anyway) and on top of that she'll be PISSED AS HELL. This whole let's-do-nothing I-don't-wanna-be-the-bad-guy routine DOES NOT WORK. Haven't you figured that out by now?

Cos if you don't take up the I'm-the-scum-of-the-earth title now, you'll end up with one way worse when your relationship finally does come to an end.

Ask me how I know. I dare you.

Achmed The Dead Terrorist

2010-08-20T03:16:00.003+08:00

I've seen this a bazillion times and it still cracks me up! (I'm not even sure if I've already posted it but since it's a favourite of mine, here it is...)

And here's his Christmas song - Jingle Bombs. ENJOY!

What Am I Watching These Days?

2010-08-19T19:14:00.004+08:00

(Pictures and Synopses taken off the web)

1. White Collar
Starring : Matthew Bomer, Tim DeKay,

WHITE COLLAR revolves around the unlikely partnership of a con artist and an FBI agent who have been playing cat and mouse for years. Neal Caffrey (Bomer), a charming criminal mastermind, is finally caught by his nemesis, G-Man extraordinaire Peter Burke (DeKay). When Neal escapes from a maximum-security prison to find his long-lost love, Peter nabs him once again. Rather than returning to jail for his daring getaway, Neal suggests an alternate plan: he'll provide his expertise to assist the Feds in catching other notorious and elusive criminals. Initially wary, Peter quickly finds that Neal provides insight and intuition that cannot be found on the right side of the law.

Why I watch this:
Cos Matt Bomer's Hot!

2. Dark Blue

Starring : Dylan McDermott, Omari Hardwick, Logan Marshall-Green, Nicki Aycox

Carter Shaw (played by Dylan McDermott) is the head of a crack undercover team of LAPD officers who are so covert, many of their own colleagues do not even know they are involved. His team includes a recently married cop (played by Omari Hardwick) who struggles with personal relationships he has developed while undercover; a shoot-from-the-hip officer (played by Logan Marshall-Green) whose activities make fellow team members wonder if he has gone over to the other side; and a callow patrolwoman (played by Nicki Aycox) brought in because of her excellent skill in lying and her shady past.

Why I watch this:

Cos I like the whole
undercover rogue thing!

3. Royal Pains

Starring : Mark Feuerstein, Paulo Costanzo, Jill Flint, Reshma Shetty

ROYAL PAINS is a USA cable network television series starring Mark Feuerstein about a young E.R. doctor who, after being wrongly blamed for an important patient's death, moves to the Hamptons and becomes a reluctant "doctor for hire" to the rich and famous. When the administrator of the local hospital asks him to treat the town's less fortunate, he finds himself walking the line between doing well for himself and doing good for others. The series is based in part on actual concierge medicine practices of independent doctors and companies.

Why I watch this:

It's like a medical
version of McGyver.

Great stuff!

4. Burn Notice

Starring : Jeffrey Donovan, Gabrielle Anwar, Bruce Campbell, Sharon Gless, Coby Bel

The show follows the life of protagonist Michael Westen (Jeffrey Donovan), a covert operative who has been "burned" (identified as an unreliable or dangerous agent) and tries to find out why. With his assets frozen, he is unable to leave Miami and forced to live off any small investigative jobs he can find, with the help of his former girlfriend Fiona Glenanne (Gabrielle Anwar) and his old military friend Sam Axe (Bruce Campbell), who briefly informed on him to the FBI. His return to Miami also reunites him with his mother Madeline Westen (Sharon Gless), who becomes an increasingly important part of Michael's life even as he tries to hide his activities from her. Underpinning the episodic stories of Michael's investigative jobs is the running subplot exploring Michael's efforts to find out who burned him, and to get his job and reputation back.

Why I watch this:

Honestly, I don't know -
I enjoy it, but I can't put
my finger on WHAT it is
that I like about it.

5. Rookie Blue

Starring : Missy Peregrym, Gregory Smith, Enuka Okuma, Charlotte Sullivan, Travis Milne

The drama follows the lives of a group of police officers who have just graduated from the academy. They must learn not only to deal with their duties as police officers, but also deal with the problems and expectation of their families and friends.

Why I watch this:

NOT for the rookies.
The Detective and
Training Officer are
both kinda hot-ish :)

6. Leverage

Starring : Timothy Hutton, Gina Bellman, Aldis Hodge, Christian Kane, Beth Riesgraf

LEVERAGE follows a five-person team of thieves, computer experts and con artists, headed up by former insurance investigator Nate Ford, who use their skills to right corporate and governmental injustices inflicted on common citizens.

Why I watch this:

It's SO SO Clever!

7. Scoundrels

Starring : Virginia Madsen, David James Elliott, Patrick Flueger, Leven Rambin, Vanessa Marano, Carlos Bernard

Cheryl West is a middle-aged woman with four children: twin brothers Logan and Cal, and daughters Heather and Hope, the youngest. After Cheryl's career criminal husband Wolf is sentenced to five years in prison, Cheryl forces her family to quit its criminal activities. However, even from jail, Wolf interferes with her attempts to reform their family.

Why I watch this:

Because before this ^^

<< there was this

and I'm just a loyal fan!

8. Drop Dead Diva

Starring : Brooke Elliott, Margaret Cho, April Bowlby, Kate Levering, Jackson Hurst, Josh Stamberg, Ben Feldman

The show tells the story of a beautiful-but-vapid model wannabe, Deb, who has a fatal car accident and suddenly finds herself in front of Heaven's gatekeeper, Fred, who declares her a self-centered "zero." Outraged, Deb attempts to persuade Fred to return her to her shallow existence but is accidentally relegated to the body of the recently deceased Jane Bingum (Brooke Elliott). A brilliant, thoughtful and plus-size attorney with a loyal assistant (Margaret Cho), Jane has always lived in the shadow of her more comely colleagues, whereas Deb has always relied on her external beauty. Now, by a twist of fate and a bolt of divine intervention, Deb must come to terms with inhabiting Jane's plus-size frame in the ultimate showdown between brains and beauty.

Why I watch this:

Cos it's Lawyer-y and
Fashion-y all rolled into one

Moose? Meese? Mooses?

2010-08-18T01:42:00.001+08:00

From Wikipedia:

The moose (North America) or European elk (Europe) (Alces alces) is the largest extant species in the deer family. Moose are distinguished by the palmate antlers of the males; other members of the family have antlers with a "twig-like" configuration. Moose typically inhabit boreal and mixed deciduous forests of the Northern Hemisphere in temperate tosubarctic climates.

I wish I knew what all those words meant without having to look them up - in my quest to be clever I did :)

palmate - of a leaf shape; having leaflets or lobes radiating from a common point

boreal - toward or located in the north

decideous - (of plants and shrubs) shedding foliage at the end of the growing season

subarctic - of or relating to latitudes just south of the Arctic Circle (I wanted the official definition)

And I'm slightly happier (and smarter) now...

Oh, and the plural of MOOSE is MOOSE.

Channel 5-ism

2010-08-18T01:30:00.000+08:00

Disclaimer - This post may offend some. In which case, don't blame me if you choose to read on.

I'm convinced that people who aren't fluent in English shouldn't try and pick up a girl in English. Someone wrote me to ask me out on a date - something about coffee this weekend and made mention of how my profile pic was rockstar. Then someone else wrote "hi, how are you doing?"

Now I ask you, who do you THINK I'm going to reply to first?

Also - if all you can talk about is what movie you like, fishing for me to invite you over for drinks, and then say "haha" as a copout whenever you're faced with a potentially explosive line of questioning, don't expect me to be eager for a date. Cos your competitors are out there talking about the demise of graciousness, the intolerance of society towards homosexuality (and lamenting this) and how non-state institutions, be they business, professional, personal interest, or religious play a useful role in society.

Dude, I'm 37, not 13. Please go away now.

There Are Lots of Crazies Out There

2010-08-15T22:12:00.000+08:00

I think I've been teaching from home for WAY too long.

Recently I've had reason to go out cos

1) I've begun teaching part time in a music school

2) I'm on the long long road to getting licensed to sell insurance

3) I have to buy suitable work clothes / shoes so I had to trawl the malls.

And I've come to the conclusion that

1) When you wear great shoes, you feel great

2) You never truly realise how fat you've gotten until you've looked at yourself in a fitting room mirror under harsh fluorescent lights

3) The people who live in Singapore leave much to be desired.

I suppose over time I may have forgotten what it's like to have so many people around me that chances for bumping into ID10Ts skyrocket.

Also, I suspect people have gotten less and less gracious ( not that we were all that gracious a society to begin with) over the last 10 years that I've been ensconced in my safe little world (read: my home).

Take for example, the crazy woman who bumped into me 4 times on the bus because she couldn't balance on her seat every time the bus jerked, and then promptly turns and stares and "tsk"s me. Hello? If you sat properly on the seat you wouldn't have to yo-yo back and forth along with the movement of the bus. And then as if that wasn't bad enough, had the gall to tell me to watch how I sit cos my foot was in her space. I'm like - woman, your whole BODY is in my space. And my foot is nowhere NEAR you. Conclusion - mental.

Or the fellow teacher who was eyeing me suspiciously, then gave me a limp handshake when another teacher introduced us. Sure, look away when you shake my hand. I really didn't want to meet you anyway. And, oh, go ahead and look at my shoes while I'm talking to someone else because I know you covet them. They're the same colour as when I bought them. Unlike yours, which used to be white... I think. I can't really tell cos your toes are hanging out over the base of the sandals you *think* you're wearing. Did I mention we have a dress code? Clearly she didn't get the memo. Conclusion - weirdo.

And then there's this new habit I've noticed of people turning to stare directly at you. When did it stop being impolite to stare? Maybe *I* didn't get the memo. I get at least 2 stares per day. Not the Oh-you're-so-hot-can-we-hop-into-bed kind, mind you. Not even the lecherous Xiao-Jie-yao-bu-yao-zuo-peng-you? kind. These are creepy look-you-up-and-down stares. And people don't bother hiding it. They'll turn their heads to follow you and are totally nonchalant that you KNOW they're staring. Conclusion - rude.

And oh, the taxi drivers. Seriously? It's unsafe to flag a cab anymore. Taxi drivers are a new breed of NUTS. Here are the rules they play by:

1) Do not be polite to any customer. In fact, be as rude as you can. After all, they're now your hostages.

2) Say you know how to get to any destination then totally screw it up. What can they do? Jump out of your cab on the expressway?

3) Ask if there's a preferred route then ignore their answers completely. You're the cabbie, you know best.

4) When you see someone flagging you down on the side of the road, slow down, then just when they take a step towards you thinking you're going to stop, accelerate and point to your on-call sign (which should NOT be clearly displayed).

So maybe we take the bus right? Wrong. Bus drivers don't realise there are brakes on their buses. They don't seem to understand that a red light means you have to come to a complete stop.. not test out your clutch control and rev the engine to antagonise the old couple trying to cross the street. And since when did asking if this bus goes to Parkway Parade turn into a conversation that required the services of a kindly old man who was willing to translate for me? Surely even if you're NOT Singaporean you should be able to understand THAT right?

Singapore's a scary place right now. I miss the country I grew up in. Maybe we should bring back the Courtesy Song...

I did a bit of snooping and it seems I may be on to something. The last campaign was in 2000. So it *HAS* been 10 years.

I'm shaking my head at this revelation. Are we so pathetic we need a campaign to tell us to be nice?

Mummy Dearest

2010-08-05T18:51:00.002+08:00

Guess what I recently discovered about my mum - she likes pretty shiny things!

We were wandering around the shopping mall yesterday (with my sister) and everytime we went past an accessory counter she would pick up the shiny blingy bits to admire them. LOL.

I turned to look at my sister and we had a good ol' giggle. I admitted my weakness for shoes a long time ago. My sis came clean with her affection for shopping bags. And there was mum smiling up at us with a diamante brooch in hand.

Ah, I wish we had more of these moments.

What's Up Pussycat?

2010-08-05T00:12:00.002+08:00

Hello Pretty People

I've been gone so long I'm almost ashamed. Then I remember that

It's My Blogger & I'll Post If I Want To.. Post If I Want To.. Post If I Want To

You Would Blog Too If It Happened To You. *deng deng deng deng--deng!*

(did you sing along? awww..)

Ok. I'm happy. And why shouldn't I be? I am stressed out with preparing students for Piano Exams (17-18 Aug); I have to finish reading my super-thick insurance book by 23rd Aug AND attend tutorials AND go take the exam on the 27th; I have no more life on the weekends cos I've started teaching at Cristofori on Sundays; I'm overwhelmed by all the new rules that exist in the world of singlehood and dating; I've been steadily putting on weight and have committed to get back to regular walking. There. Aren't those great reasons to be happy about life?

I have a job I love, I have challenges to take on, new people to meet, more time (walking) with my sister, I get extra pay for a job I already do well (and enjoy doing). Awesome.

Life is Great. *chuckle* (inside joke... or not!)

And I recently discovered I'm not the only 37/38-year old looking for new things to do and more stuff to take on. DJ found a change in pace when he was 38 too. So maybe 38 is the new 21. When you've been doing the same thing for a while, when you've been swimming in the same pond for so long, can you blame us for wanting to try out a bigger habitat?

For those of you who are wondering if this is my mid-life crisis, I say this - I'll let you know when I'm at the end of my life. We'll do the math and see if this is "MID-LIFE". Whatever it is, I'm happy! Woo hoo!

3 weddings and a tummy ache

2010-07-13T03:05:00.000+08:00

My best friend in the whole world re-married 3 saturdays ago. She married the same guy. The story is that they never did the big church wedding with the gown and the tea ceremony and hotel dinner. So to celebrate their 10th anniversary, they did the whole shabang!

She was beautiful, radiant from the start of the day right up to the end of the night - well, the end for me that is. I took leave earlier than I would have liked because my tummy wasn't feeling very happy that weekend. So in honour of my being her non-bridesmaid, she saved the bottle of Moscato that had been sitting on ice in the suite that day, and lugged it over to my place last weekend - she wasn't kidding when she said that bottle was intended for me and me alone.

I love you MW!

My cousin announced via his mother that he, too, would be tying the knot soon - on the 15th of July. In Germany. I wish I had the funds to crash the wedding. I love him and wish him well.

And it must be an auspicious date because MB is signing on the dotted line too - in Malacca. It has been many years, and now she's met someone whom she can see herself having a future with. It'll be tough for sure, with the logistics to consider - her here, him in KL and KS in Malacca with Po Po... but I'm sure they'll be able to make it work in the meantime. Congratulations Nya Lisa. I wish the best for all of you!

And me? I feel as if my life has shifted a little. I'm not sure for better or worse. I'm embarking on a new stint with a music school, I'm re-assessing my relationships with friends and family; it feels like something's changed, except not really. Looking at my daily comings and goings, everything seems the same. Perhaps it's something in my spirit. I feel restless, but at the same time assured of movement and change in the near future. I am consoled by meaningful words and thoughtful actions, but just beneath the surface there's a tinge of discontent. I'm optimistic and pessimistic at the same time, if that's possible. And if it isn't, well, that's how I'm feeling anyhow. Yeah, that's the best way to describe me at the moment.

Mish Mash of Thoughts in my Head

2010-06-10T03:54:00.003+08:00

I usually try and organise my thoughts. Or at least talk about (or write about) one topic or have a theme or something.

But I've got all these different things swimming around in my head right now, so today's post is going to look like a great big jumble. That's ok though, cos it's ok to be a mess sometimes (or so they tell me).

I had coffee with a friend. He wanted to chat with someone older and wiser about what to do with his career. Well, more specifically, he wanted someone to tell him he's doing the right thing.

That got me thinking about me. I'm always afraid to fail. I'm always taking the safe route. And I hide behind my 2 successes when people accuse me of being unadventurous. "Hey," I say, "if I weren't adventurous would I have dared to venture out on my own and be self-employed? Would I have gone ahead and bought my own flat with ZERO savings?" But really, in the last half a year I've come to realise that while some things were important enough for me to take a leap, most of the time I'm a scare-dy-cat.

A good friend had this to say - if you never try anything that you MIGHT not succeed at, and be open to possible failure, then you'll never stretch yourself. And she's right. So I've decided to go ahead and do something that I've been thinking about for the longest time. And if I don't succeed, well... I'll know that I tried. Then I'll come back home and knock back a few shots. But while I'm willing to give it a go, I'm still keeping mum about what it is. There's no need to announce anything yet right?

Speaking of good friends, I had a dinner party a week ago. While I would like to say it was attended by the usual suspects, oddly enough, it wasn't. NO one there was from the same circle as anyone else. MB's someone I met thru MySO, AS was a student, AL is said good friend from the previous paragraph (also my mentor, insurance life-saver and student's mum!) and SL I met at a retreat almost 2 years ago.

I spent the better half of the day worrying about how everyone was going to get along. It turns out I was fretting for nothing. Dinner started with 3 of us at the table. No. 4 and No. 5 came along at intervals of 15 mins or so. So it was a great way to ease the newcomers into the existing dinner conversation. Of course, being around food always helps defray the tension. My meatloaf was dry and nowhere near tasty enough - but it made for a good scapegoat. If you can't make a delicious meal, at least be willing to talk about how bad your dish is. That way, everyone gets to throw in a comment and there'll be instant camaraderie!

And I was also pleased that we moved the conversation to the living area (a whole 3 feet away from the dining table). This is a big deal for me cos I was beginning to wonder if even HAVING a living area was a good idea. You see, most of the time when I have folks over for dinner, we start with drinks and smokes in the kitchen, then move over to the dining table for food and more drink. And we're usually so comfy there by the time dinner's over that we just kinda stay planted on the dining chairs until it's time for people to drag themselves off home. I have to say, this was the FIRST dinner party that moved itself to the living area and we all sat on the couches and (Ikea's) "poang" chairs and chatted for a good couple of hours. I was pleased :)

On an unrelated note: - Watching Life Unexpected earlier got me thinking about how guys and girls react to finding out their partners cheated on them. One episode had Kate (the mum) trying to come clean with her fiance (Ryan) about an indiscretion involving her baby-daddy (Baze). And O-M-G the reaction she got from Ryan - EXACTLY as it happens in real life. (Seriously, DON'T ask me how I know.) I don't think women react the same way. Do we? That crazy look in the eyes, the flinching away when they try to touch you to let you know they're sorry, the pursed lips which part only wide enough to get the words "DID YOU SLEEP WITH HIM" thru over and over again... Do women do that?

Lemme know what you think. I'm way to tired to carry this on right now. I've had a sudden burst of joy inside remembering that I've got to wake up early tomorrow to spend the day with my family. Whoopee! I'll take pictures and post them on FB.

G'nite babes. I'm off to la-la-land.

It's a Soap

2010-05-06T05:57:00.016+08:00

It's got deceit, betrayal, plotting and planning. Stepsisters, ex-husbands, friends-turned-lovers, gay son, drug-pushing daughter.

That's how you know it's a soap. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I've spent the last 6 hours or so watching TV programmes on the computer.

I - The Big Bang Theory for a little pre-programathon warm up:

(Four clever if somewhat socially-lacking guys + one hot girl neighbour)

II - On to a regular-length series with a little humour and sleuthing to get the blood pumping:

(Hot female detective + ego-filled mystery writer with a crush on her)

III - Then for some spy action:

(The accidental spy + hot spy chick = romantic engagements)

IV - Now it's time to tone down the laughs and bring on the serious stuff:

(OK - 2 brothers after the same girl - what more can I say)

V - After that deep stuff, something totally different:

(A whole bunch of crazy talented kids + singing and dancing)

VI - Finally, 2 episodes (back to back) of my favourite soap:

(See below)

And why do I call it a soap? So this woman's married umpety-thumpety times, has cancer, doesn't tell her latest husband, runs off to be treated by one of her exes, now he's back in town and declares in a public speech that he regrets leaving; meanwhile new husband's daughter is plotting and scheming to break up step-sister and boyfriend so she can have the hot hot hot Chace Crawford to herself; new husband himself is busy plotting and succeeding in keeping ex out of the building (yes, he was planning to buy an apartment in their building) AND discovers that daughter was dealing drugs; and there's so much more - sex and scandal, soppy, mushy talk, parties and galas; everyone's misunderstood, there are a million and one connections between anyone and everyone and then some.... oooh simply GLORIOUS!

No one ever told me staying in to watch TV could be so fulfilling!

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WOW A Capella

2010-05-04T16:39:00.000+08:00

I've always loved humming tunes and singing stuff. And the one thing that always got to me was that there were some classical tunes that I could never sing in their entirety, either because the range of the instrument was far beyond that of my voice, or because the overlapping of parts made it impossible for me to figure out how to sing them all.

My current fixation is with Ensemble Planeta.

This is Air on a G String

and this is Canon in D

For originals (played by instruments) just do a Youtube search.

[I know I used to embed the videos directly here but for some reason with Youtube's new format I can't seem to get any codes to load.]

Now listen to that and till me it doesn't sound just heavenly?

Like the Seasons, they come and go

2010-05-04T04:34:00.000+08:00

Friends.

They're a big part of my life. How do I know this?

1) The posts I can remember are the ones involving friends or about friendship.

2) When I think back on BIG occasions in my life (ok, and even small ones) the first thing that comes to mind is the people who were around me then.

3) When I'm feeling lonely, I look for one. When I'm happy, I send another an SMS. When the weather's too hot, I complain to yet another. I kid you not.

Today on the phone, a friend was feeling down, maybe a little pissed off, but mostly just upset at HER friend. In the course of trying to figure out exactly what happened and how she could avoid similar situations in the future, I realised that friendships are truly, truly wonderful things. Said friend is someone I've known since I was 15 (I think) and over the last 22 years, we've watched movies, been best friends, lived together, had a cold war (lasting I think in excess of 5 years), shared a dog, played computer games, run the choir, gone on holiday, fought and argued, made each other cry - like globs of snot kind of cry - and much much more, I'm sure.

Yeah, yeah, we've had so many years to bond, we practically grew up together, you say. But is the duration of a friendship really a measure of how deep that friendship is - or ought to be? No, I say. And having been friends with someone for ages and ages does not automatically guarantee that you will remain steeped in friendship forever. (See Culled from the table)

Over the last couple of years, a once shy, quiet student has found the nerve to actually have conversations with me. And not just about music theory either. She finally opened up and under that what-I-once-thought-of-as-timid exterior lives a monster! To say we get on like a house on fire is a gross understatement. She's still a student, with one last exam to go... but that doesn't stop us from having crazy chats - from boy problems (MINE, not hers!) to eating habits, singing at the top of our lungs, stuffing our faces with House Cheeseburgers and Skyping on a daily basis.

Even more than that, when I found myself in the midst of an insurance dilemma, rescue came in the form of her mother. Over time, in the process of Advisoring me on my Finances, a friendship began to bloom and grow. [Cue Edelweiss from Sound of Music to accompany my singing the song right about now.]

I spent last Sunday evening slurping up Laksa, filling up Pie Tee moulds and stuffing Tau Kwa Paus into my mouth at their dining table. This was followed by the usual lamentations of over-eaters the world over - Oh, I'm so Full! Yeah, I'm stuffed! Shouldn't have eaten so much! Etc.

After about 10 minutes of that, the Bibik in me kicked in and I got round to wiping the table, sweeping the floor and generally just "kiok"-ing the place while the dishes were getting washed and settees were being straightened. The best thing about this is that I was glad to be helping and I'm even more thrilled that my hostess(es) didn't object to it.

Now is that any way to treat a guest? No. But I wasn't just a guest in their home. And for that, I'm truly grateful. 5 hours after I arrived, when the cake was all eaten (and yes, we were STILL stuffed at that point - but it was good cake!) when the tea was all drunk, when the songs were all sung, I bid them farewell and left with a smile on my face and a giggle in my heart!

In the time it took me to realise that some friendships had gone past their expiration date, I also managed to find some new ones in places I never expected.

So bring on the tea, ladies. For as Martin Luther said: As long as we live, there is never enough singing!

(Dedicated to SL and AL)

Every Family Has One

2010-05-03T17:37:00.001+08:00

I may be pissing off a lot of people here. But it has to be said. Every family has one of those - you know, the one who has their own ideas and values and doesn't seem to be part of the same brood that your mum brought up.

They know more, do better, are more successful, have more purposeful lives etc. and therefore MUST be the ones whose opinions matter. YOUR opinion? Pfft... it don't matter.

And no matter how you prove on paper that everything they've got is substandard compared to you (and/or your other siblings) there'll be a million and two excuses why you have no grounds to make a comparison.

Even if they're arguing subject matter by which you earn a living, you can bet you're still less knowledgeable because they're older, younger, richer... take your pick.

So what do we do? Leave them be. Live our own lives. Ignore them- be cordial, at best. And pray that they're happy living in their little bubble world.

(Dedicated to A.Neo)

Culled from the table

2010-04-28T20:27:00.003+08:00

My table, to be exact.

Once in a while I invite friends over either to a dinner I've cooked or for a pot-luck affair.

Most of them are glad to partake of the food and the gossip that inevitably accompanies a full stomach and lots of alcohol, (or as Stephie says it, ack-ee-howl) but occasionally some feller comes along (in my life) thinking they are God's gift to me and have entirely no regard for friendships and the necessary effort needed to maintain one.

Some even go so far as to assume that I owe them a living and more. I mean, how hard can it be to send me an SMS when I need to be informed of something? It's not like I'm one of those people who don't read text messages or reply almost immediately. Being taken for granted isn't something I take lightly. I can be patient to an extent, and as far as my friends are concerned, I've been too patient this time around, but enough is enough.

And so, at the last soiree around my table, I declared that a certain someone would be culled. Permanently. And those of you in the know will understand that it is not merely a declaration of who gets to eat with me, but a statement that carries a deeper implication.

Smelly Hat

2010-04-15T21:37:00.000+08:00

I was on the bus. In the seat in front of me was an encik wearing a cap. Considering it was night time, we were in the bus, and he had a decent amount of hair and wasn't experiencing a bad hair day, I can only conclude the reason for his cap-wearing was FASHION.

At some point during the ride he took it off to scratch his head. Yes, I suppose wearing a cap for an extended period of time might make one's scalp itch. Oh, but when that cap came off, the stench that escaped was beyond anything (I should think) humanly possible. It was gross and I felt super ji-jik.

He scratched, then replace the cap. He did this 4 times more. I stopped breathing and shifted to the edge of my seat, thankful that my stop was coming up.

So you know, I'm thinking, if it's so uncomfortable, then why leave it on? And if it's so stinky, why don't you wash it?

Don't they get it? Hygiene is NOT optional.

From one Neo to another

2010-03-12T17:37:00.000+08:00

The Jack Neo saga has me pissed off.

I mean, seriously. Is he on the stand because he's some politician who's promoting family values? Is he some notable figure in a religious organisation who needs to be held to moral standards? Wait, wait, no ...he's some media fella who makes movies. That's it.

Leave him alone.

In the first place, I'm not even sure how anyone having an affair is anybody else's business. If we had a press conference for every guy who went and did the dirty, I'd say leave your jobs and go into media and events organising. You'd be filthy loaded. (Wait till you add the number of WOMEN who go out and have affairs... ah the halls would be booked for years to come.)

I just can't believe that Singaporeans are so shallow they'd find this worthy of reporting. Really. I can't believe I have to stand alongside my countrymen and proclaim I'm Singaporean when half the time I'm embarrassed by fellow Sgians.

Don't get me wrong. I love my country. I love what the government has done for us. I even like that they've sorted out how much of your CPF you can use for your mortgage leaving behind some dollars every month to accrue interest (Yes my toes are indeed laughing here) and allow you to pay for upgrading work done on your flat. I like that streetlamps work 99% of the time and when you find one that doesn't all you have to do is call Town Council (the streetlamp in question in this story was in my carpark) and it's all fixed by the next day.

What I DON'T love is how some people can be soooo shallow, whiny and altogether too concerned with what goes on in other people's lives. If you want to be concerned, say thank you to the uncle who cleans the tables at the coffeeshop. Don't stand too close to the person in front of you - respect personal space. Try actually engaging your customer when you're ringing up their purchase at the store where you work. Honour your word and make firm plans to meet up with friends instead of living by a see-how-lah, if-I'm-there-I'm-there attitude.

What happened to us? I'm beginning to think that the specimen previously known as the Decent Human Being is quickly becoming extinct.

I don't mean to say I agree with what Jack Neo did. But the point is, it's NOT up to me to agree or disagree or make any statement about it. It's his life. Let him live it.

SO Jack, from one Neo to another, move on with your life, ignore the press and think happy thoughts! (cue Peter Pan music here.)

Pics of the New Fan

2010-03-09T20:49:00.000+08:00

Beat the Heat (aka Don't Cheat Me Cos I'm a Girl)

2010-03-09T19:41:00.001+08:00

When my flat was being renovated, the contractor asked if I wanted ceiling fans. I said no. In all honesty, I never did see them as a necessity. Until now, that is. This heatwave we're experiencing has brought new meaning to the word 'tolerance'. For me, at least.

In my experience if you're feeling warm, a ceiling fan doesn't do much good. However, it circulates the air in the general area and some wind is better than NO wind. Right? I figured I'd start scouting around for ceiling fans and see if I couldn't find something in my budget (read:cheap) for the living room.

I eventually ended up at Endura Trading (298 Changi Road Singapore 419776 Contact : 63461856) and bought me a Fanco acrylic 3-blade fan. Black in colour. And quite pleasing to the eye. Cost me $120. That's half of what some other stores had quoted me for their fancy 5-blade aluminium ones.

The guy said it was going to cost me $40 to install. Great deal! My own electrician charges $45. What a steal right?

After all the drilling and mess when my new fan was happily whirring away, the guy then said my bill came up to $80. Cos it's $40 to install the fan, and another $40 for workmanship. Er... hang on, doesn't "installing the fan" INCLUDE workmanship? Isn't that what the installation cost was for? When I refused to fork out the cash and told him that the guy in the shop quoted me $40 he said that that was EXCLUDING casing and wires. I mean, excuse me, but what use is installing an appliance if you're not going to feed it with some juice to run? And it's not like the guy thought I already had an old fan that just needed removing and a new one hung up. I explained in detail what kind of work was needed.

MySO was with me during this entire fiasco so he handled the shop fella (on the fone) while I explained to the electrician that we were given a different quotation. My point is, if I explained everything and you then gave me a figure, then I expect that figure to be honoured.

I wasn't trying to be especially difficult or anything, and I'm all for paying a just wage. But this was ridiculous. The excuses came fast and furious. Oh, you don't have an existing power point (yes, I told Steve at the shop) and I have to use extra trunking and wires (which don't cost $40 thank you very much) and I have to "steal" the electricity from another socket (er, yeah, that's what I meant when I said I don't have an existing point and you had to take from another source - and I even described the position of that source) and the best one yet - no electrician will charge so cheap you know? Since when was that a valid reason to charge me double what I was told I had to pay?

MySO did the thing we both learnt to do in our advanced years - "You said it was $40. We gave you all the info, and you still said, yes, it's $40. Now the guy says I have to pay $80. SO HOW?"

The best thing about this is that you then make it the other guy's problem. Which we did. He acquiesced and finally we only paid $40. Steve at the shop said he would settle the shortfall with the electrician himself. How he does it isn't my problem.

It took a while - all that back and forth passing the fone from MySO to electrician and back again, with me in between here and there... and only because we didn't back down did Steve agree to take the responsibility for the other $40. But this reinforces a theory I have - contractors and handymen tend to take advantage of the fact that we're women to try and get away with as much as they can. They cook up some story, or they drag in ridiculous explanations for why it costs more and I think when there's a guy in the house they're less likely to push too hard.

It doesn't hurt that MySO isn't what you might call small-built and is, himself, a handyman of sorts. In a battle of mechanical knowledge he can definitely hold his own. Ah, woe is the contractor who comes to this char-bo's house. I'll make sure the tar-po is around to see to it I'm not taken for a ride!

Variety is the Spice of Life

2010-02-25T19:21:00.001+08:00

I love my friends. I really do. But sometimes too much of a good thing can be overwhelming.

Today I had to get up early (by my standards, anyway) to go for a medical checkup so that I can get insured. My agent, also a friend, student's mother and ex-neighbour all rolled into one, came with me.

After subjecting myself to awful service (the clinic staff SO needed some customer-service training) we grabbed her daughter from school and went off to lunch at Changi Sailing Club. You HAVE to try their House Cheeseburger! It's awesome!

Then it was off to Swensen's for ice cream. Oh my love, my Coit Tower. Yes, it has been a while. Yum!

I realised amidst the laughing and chatting that this feeling I've had recently of wanting to be by myself and holing up at home isn't really about wanting to be ALONE. It's more like I needed some time out from the usual suspects.

Which makes me wonder 1) Am I easily bored? Do I always need NEW things - friends, toys, hobbies? or 2) Is it just a matter of being stuck in a rut - always wearing the same type of clothes, talking about the same things, hanging out with the same people at the same places?

Either way I had a good time so I won't dwell on it too much. I'm going to put it down to that old cliche : variety IS the spice of life.

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I'm a Rat and I'm proud of it

2010-02-20T15:33:00.004+08:00

I came across this website on Chinese horoscopes and from what I've seen it's quite accurate. This is what it says about me:

THE WATER RAT

Being guided by the Water element means these Rats have a knack for influencing people. With their strong intellectual powers and great insight, they are also great puzzle solvers. They are quick to understand others and are incredibly practical people. Rats apply their talents to their everyday lives, making them obliging, generous and compassionate to other people. Generally, they are liked and respected by everyone. Like all Rats, however, they can be determined to seek their own gain, and will not mind using these talents to achieve it - though generally without losing anyone's respect in doing so.

AT HOME WITH THE RAT
Rats make good homemakers who are always willing to do household chores.

THE RAT ON THE JOB

Because of their intellect and observatory powers, Rat people possess prudence and perception. They can anticipate problems, and are always able to see the big picture. They can hone in on issues at hand and make measurable judgments. These skills, combined with their sense of aspiration also make them clever operators. Status, money, title, and recognition are important to the Rat. They have keen senses of observation that allow them to foresee upcoming business opportunities as well as potential occupational problems. The Rat makes a better boss than an employee and, although motivated, they can be pinned down by routines. Rats work better in flexible situations where they can be freely creative.

and look what it says about

RAT ENRAPTURE
One of the Rat's greatest assets is his charm. Rats can melt hearts with their smiles. Add that to their coquettish personalities and you can easily see how they conquer the hearts of others. And, since Rats love to go out, they have plenty of chances to meet potential suitors or future partners. An annoying quirk of some Rats is they have a difficult time severing ties with former lovers. Obviously, this can pose potential conflicts for the Rat and his new lover and can even endanger his ability to develop new relationships. When the Rat finally settles down with Mr. or Ms. Right, he will find a sincere satisfaction in the intimacy of the partnership.

Tell me it's not true? *Wink*

There's more on the site so go wander around and see if your horoscope is true for you too. Enjoy :)

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CNY : the 15-day plan

2010-02-20T15:16:00.001+08:00

The 15-Day Celebration of Chinese New Year

The first day of the Lunar New Year is "the welcoming of the gods of the heavens and earth."Many people abstain from meat on the first day of the new year because it is believed that this will ensure long and happy lives for them.

On the second day, the Chinese pray to their ancestors as well as to all the gods. They are extra kind to dogs and feed them well as it is believed that the second day is the birthday of all dogs.

The third and fourth days are for the sons-in-laws to pay respect to their parents-in-law.

The fifth day is called Po Woo. On that day people stay home to welcome the God of Wealth. No one visits families and friends on the fifth day because it will bring both parties bad luck.

On the sixth to the 10th day, the Chinese visit their relatives and friends freely. They also visit the temples to pray for good fortune and health.

The seventh day of the New Year is the day for farmers to display their produce. These farmers make a drink from seven types of vegetables to celebrate the occasion. The seventh day is also considered the birthday of human beings. Noodles are eaten to promote longevity and raw fish for success.

On the eighth day the Fujian people have another family reunion dinner, and at midnight they pray to Tian Gong, the God of Heaven.

The ninth day is to make offerings to the Jade Emperor.

The 10th through the 12th are days that friends and relatives should be invited for dinner. After so much rich food, on the 13th day you should have simple rice congee and mustard greens (choi sum) to cleanse the system.

The 14th day should be for preparations to celebrate the Lantern Festival which is to be held on the 15th night.

[taken from http://www.educ.uvic.ca/faculty/mroth/438/china/15-day_celebration.html ]

Agyness Deyn

2010-02-19T00:02:00.001+08:00

When I first heard her name over soup noodles at Old HongKong I thought, Lamb of God? That's a strange name... That prompted some surfing and so here she is, English model and singer, and one of the top 30 models of the 2000s according to Vogue Paris.

Born Laura Hollins on 16 February 1983, Deyn's name was apparently coined to further her modelling career after she consulted her mother's friend, a numerology expert who advised her of the most 'fortuitous' way to spell the name 'Agnes'. It was reported that her mother Lorraine and sister Emily have both changed their surname to Deyn, while Lorraine has changed the I in her first name to Y. Friends call her Aggy.

I think she was cuter as a child. But what do I know.

Matchmaker, Matchmaker

2010-02-18T23:42:00.000+08:00

This clip comes from one of my all time favourite musicals - Fiddler on the Roof. Enjoy!

Guinness Ad

2010-02-18T21:39:00.000+08:00

Thanks, DJ for posting this.

Sister dearest, here's the song you like :)

Gossip Guys

2010-02-18T21:16:00.003+08:00

Which Gossip Guy gets YOUR vote?

Nate Archibald (left) played by Chace Crawford (25 yrs, 1.83m)

Dan Humphrey played by Penn Badgley (24 yrs, 1.79m)

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Gossip Girl

2010-02-18T21:00:00.000+08:00

In a bid to connect with the younger generation I've begun watching Gossip Girl, a TV series about a bunch of teens in New York's Upper East Side. Gorgeous, bitchy and inevitably entrenched in the world of scheming and plotting that their parents inhabit, these seniors are all about the glitz, the glamour and living it up.

What started as an attempt at learning more about what my students are watching these days has developed into a real interest in the series. I'm amazed at the amount of what, in my opinion, should be rated 18+ scenes. The series dares to navigate around plotlines involving rehab centres, extra-marital affairs and entering into romantic partnerships for the sake of business. Oh, and sex. But seriously, should 15-year olds be watching this stuff?

If your kids are watching this, here's a bit of advice. Go get your hands on it too so that you can keep an eye on their moral development. Watch it together - there be many drool-worthy cast members!

Twitter me this, Twitter me that

2010-02-09T17:52:00.000+08:00

I came across an article about a fellow-tweeter going without Twitter for 2 weeks.

The thing that struck me most about what he had to say was this:

"Twitter is more or less a fun diversion where I can see what others are saying and chime in from time to time. In that regard, it serves more as a free-form online message board, not a platform for self-promotion as some have called it."

While I myself have mostly only random things to tweet about, and sometimes get into long-winded chats with people online (not the most effective platform to have a chat, I know), I do also recognise that many use it as a place to blast ads or tell the world about how they're now cleaning up their doggy's poo, what they're having for dinner, and how long it took to trim their toenails. I mean, seriously.

Still, I don't take it too seriously and have survived a couple of weeks without logging in at all. It's my when-I've-got-nothing-to-do kill-time activity. If you haven't tried it out, go ahead. Meet some people while staying anonymous at the same time. It's kinda nice. *Smile*

CNY food - what they mean

2010-02-04T19:40:00.000+08:00

Click on the title to read the article, or here's a summary:

-serving a whole chicken symbolizes family togetherness

-noodles represent long life - an old superstition states that it's bad luck to cut it

-clams and spring rolls symbolize wealth; clams = bouillon and Spring Rolls = gold bars

-the Cantonese word for lettuce sounds like rising fortune, so it is very common to serve a lettuce-wrap

-the words for tangerine and orange sound like luck and wealth

-the Chinese word for pomelo sounds like the word for "to have"

-the word for fish, "Yu," sounds like the words both for wish and abundance

( on New Year's Eve it is customary to serve a fish at the end of the evening meal, symbolizing a wish for abundance in the coming year. For added symbolism, the fish is served whole, with head and tail attached, symbolizing a good beginning and ending for the coming year)

-Cakes such as Sticky Rice Cake have symbolic significance on many levels- their sweetness symbolizes a rich, sweet life, while the layers symbolize rising abundance for the coming year. Finally, the round shape signifies family reunion.

and there you have it. Now go eat, and forget about that cholesterol for a little while.

Currently watching - The Big Bang Theory

2010-02-04T18:33:00.000+08:00

Recently I had the privilege of acquiring the first 2 seasons of The Big Bang Theory. Don't ask me how. I could tell you , but then I'd have to shoot you. (Or you'd have to buy my silence by becoming entrenched in the secret world of sacred boxes that I live in - and once you're in, there's no getting out... wait, did that sound like an Eagles hit or is it just me?)

And it has been brought to my attention that while the show's hilarious (I was actually LOL-ing), is it politically (read: socially) correct to be laughing at the antics of the stereotyped Geek?

I know *I* don't laugh at how socially awkward they are, rather it's the way they (in particular, Sheldon) deliver their lines with such serious expressions that really gets me. I think they're extremely good actors. (The 2 main boys in particular.)

But I suppose that some might watch and laugh at the ridiculousness of their behaviour, their "geekiness" as it were. Not a nice thought. Not at all.

Well, I'm as much a geek about some things as the next guy, so have a heart the next time you wanna laugh at someone ok? Look inside and find the geek in you. It's liberating to have a label that you can attach to that bit of you that remembers the year any pop song made it to number one on the charts, or your ability to discuss at length any number of F1 drivers' careers... or even the part of you that can successfully Origami 76 different animals.

Go Geek!

Why In Fact Publishing Will Not Go Away Anytime Soon: A Deeply Slanted Play in Three Acts

2010-02-04T18:17:00.000+08:00

One of the more enjoyable things I've read online in a while.

Thanks, DJ, for the FB post.

Happy almost-weekend everybody!

Auspicious Days and Times to start work after CNY

2010-02-02T19:40:00.002+08:00

If you want to know when NOT to start work again after the CNY holidays, go take a look at the chart.

I'll be resuming classes on the 17th at 3pm. According to the chart it's safe for me, being neither Dragon nor Ox.

I'll just have to remember not to change lesson times to anything before 1pm cos that's bad for Rats.

This rat will be all snuggled up in bed to make sure NO WORK GETS DONE!

GONG XI FA CAI!

Google Chrome

2010-02-01T19:20:00.001+08:00

To all Windows users - has anyone actually tried Google Chrome?

I'm tempted to but my PC is sooo prehistoric I'm afraid to download anything these days.

I'm holding my breath as it is, praying each time I boot up that it doesn't choose that day to give up the ghost.

Let me know what experiences you've had with Google Chrome.

Also, keep your fingers crossed that I'll have a little more cash by the middle of the year to build a new PC at sim lim. Oh I can't wait for my pop ups to actually work. (I've been told my "post-to-profile" frames hang because I don't have enough virtual memory, whatever that means.)

The Law of Never Having Enough $$

2010-02-01T15:48:00.000+08:00

Earlier this year I was happily doing my sums. With a new student and a part time job, I figured I'd have a bit more moolah to 1)pay off my debts a little sooner; 2) buy new stuff that might need replacing - PC, aircon, couch; 3) treat myself (and my friends) to a slightly higher level of eats (point-point-rice at Lantern is good, but Old Hongkong once in a while - without worrying about being broke - would be nice)

Unfortunately, for some reason, none of these is happening. As soon as I realised how much more cash I would have every month, it became apparent that more and more things needed to be sorted (and paid for) before I could even begin to start enjoying the extra cash.

This sucks. And proves my theory that there IS in fact a law of never having enough $$. It's not even that, as my mum puts it, the more you have the more you'll spend. It's more like, the more you have, the more stuff crops up that you'll have to spend on.

And so, this is me, one month into 2010, cracking my head once again, trying to figure out how to earn more dough so that I don't have to bat an eyelid (or quiver an eyelash) at spending 20 bucks on dinner.

Lexus Got Kissed

2010-02-01T15:24:00.000+08:00

Quick go buy 4D

Vampire Diaries by L J Smith

2010-01-27T17:35:00.001+08:00

The pics don't look anything like the cast members of The Vampire Diaries but the little descriptions at the bottom of each drawing give a little description of the characters in the series. I'm eager to go out and get the books now... Oh NO!

Vampire Diaries. Bonnie, one of Elena’s best friends, is wearing a crown of oak leaves. The oak tree was sacred to the Druids, one of Bonnie’s many fads and fancies. This fiery-haired little pixie is no pushover, though. Although Bonnie may get frightened easily, her psychic powers have often saved the day.

Vampire Diaries. Matt is your typical All American gorgeous guy. He’s Elena’s ex-boyfriend, and although he often regrets the “ex,” he is Stefan’s first human friend. Throughout all of the gore and supernatural horrors he’s experienced, Matt remains a firm idealist. Jan Sovak has captured Matt’s inner soul perfectly.

Vampire Diaries. Meredith is one of Elena’s best friends. It takes a lot to get the cool, level-headed girl this upset, but realizing that vampires are, literally, higher than humans on the food chain can do

Vampire Diaries. Stefan comes to the small town of Fell’s church and can’t believe what he finds: a girl, Elena, who looks just like the girl who made him a vampire so many years ago. He falls in love with her at once, but so does his older, more powerful, and more evil older brother, Damon.

Vampire Diaries. Damon is Stefan’s older brother. He has a dark past, and worst of all, he wants to take Elena away from Stefan, by fair means or foul. His soul is encased by the hardest rock, but in times of stress he always comes through for his little brother.

Vampire Diaries. Elena is the ice princess of her high school—all the boys want her; all the girls want to be her. But she thinks of boys as toys and nothing moves her heart until she sees Stefan. Then she swears that he will be hers, even if it kills them both.

Connector / Salesman

2010-01-26T19:57:00.000+08:00

Know Your Strength for More Success: Are you a Connector, a Maven, or a Salesman?

In my mind I think I'm a Connector... but sometimes I feel more Salesman-like

What are YOU?

Show Me the Money!

2010-01-09T00:06:00.001+08:00

In point form - here are some updates about what's been happening around me.

1) A good friend got himself a good deal - come Feb he'll be hanging up his red-inked pens and donning a suit. Well, in his words - he'll be a drone. In a place he seems to enjoy working at and, from what I hear, for a great boss.

2) Another pal got a pay increment this Jan. It's still not enough for the work she does (in my opinion) but she seems happy about it. She's also been sounding me out on possibly working for her company - maybe on a part-time basis. Given that I feel she's worth more than what she's currently drawing, I'm wondering how much they'd consider paying me for 20-hour weeks. My guess is - not enough.

3) I need more money. Wait. Make that, I WANT more money. So friend from point 1 suggests working for friend from point 2's company on a project basis.

That could work. Assuming they're willing to pay me what I used to earn before as a project-based copywriter.

The alternative is I consider going back to teach in school. (*groan*) Waking up at 6 and coming home at 230 in the afternoon 5 days a week and then teaching my regular classes on top of that till 8 or 9 at night is NOT going to be good for my social life. (Yes, I know, I don't exactly have one anyway - but I was hoping to change that this year.)

Still, let's see what options present themselves in the coming weeks. I have a good feeling about the start of this year. Good things will come. *Fingers crossed*

(Can I just say that I think this whole single-session school system is da suck for my working hours?)

The first post of 2010

2010-01-04T03:00:00.001+08:00

New Year's Eve didn't start out too pleasantly. But it ended nicely enough. For this I have DJ to thank.

After rescuing me and regaling me with stories and anecdotes, I was feeling much better. We sat around and drank and after a while I felt like myself again.

So I began the year with a good sweep and mop of the floor (3am). I needed to do something to keep me occupied - something comforting. Those of you who know me well enough will be nodding (or rolling your eyeballs) at my obsessive need to clean.

I went to bed happy in anticipation of a dinner party on Friday night.

The first one of the year. It was good, I thought. I'm sure mum didn't think it was all that fantastic, but I'm told (this was relayed to me later on) that dad was proud enough of me. Aside from the fact that I bake a pretty decent kueh lapis, I think I don't really suck too badly at cooking either. It's easy enough stir-frying veggies or making soup. Ah, but wait till there are rempahs and lemaks involved. If I could, I'd just buy a packet of pre-mixed something or other and add meat, simmer and serve.

But this time round, I thought I'd be true to my heritage and actually cook up everything from scratch. Besides, it's not like there's rempah tee-teck in a packet.

On the menu - Sambal Buah Keluak, Lemak Jantan, Ketola Soup and Babi Tempera. I threw in some stir-fry veg + mushrooms at the last minute.

The verdict - nods all round. Except from mum. She needed to comment on this and that - she wouldn't be herself if she didn't, but I know I got her approval. No, she won't come right out and say it was tasty or good or anything like that, but you've got to know my mother in order to decipher her mum-speak. When asked if she had anything to say about my lemak jantan, her reply was "Better don't say, or else next time I wont get an invitation to come for dinner."

That means - it's fine, not exactly the same as hers, but good enough.

And that's good enough for me.

The year in review

2009-12-31T03:31:00.000+08:00

I read a note a good friend posted about how Love was central to all of us, during Christmas time especially.

He's not wrong.

This year was about Love for me too. I've learnt that things DO go smoother when you act from a place of love.

All that screaming and yelling, indignation, having it your way... it's tiresome.

It was also about learning that love makes you do things you never thought you could. It makes you change the way you see others, and perhaps more importantly, the way you see yourself.

It's the ultimate gift. The gift of giving - the gift of love.

Romance is an Exercise

2009-12-28T04:27:00.000+08:00

In light of my current situation, I've been asking myself what my next step should be. Those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, this post is not for you. Actually, this post is for myself, truth be told. But you're welcome to spy on my ramblings.

While I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, (ok, DJ says change is entirely possible, but I'm still convinced there's a 90% chance the other shoe's going to whack me on the head) I've been thinking about what a friend asked me today. 'So you're dating?'

Well. No. Or at least, I haven't, yet. And I'm not sure I should be. But I wouldn't be entirely truthful if I said that the thought hasn't crossed my mind. There's a line between actually going out and doing it, and merely considering the idea. I'm not opposed to keeping an eye out for potential romances. There I've said it.

But I owe it to myself and other parties involved to give it a fighting chance. At the moment, I still do badly want a happy ending.

And yet following a conversation I had with my dad on Christmas eve, I find myself approaching this whole romance thing more and more like an exercise in recruitment.

It's not very different after all. The idea is that you want to match the right candidate to the job. In this case, the post to be filled is boyfriend with the possibility of advancement to husband and father.

So we have a look at the resume - let's see, there are certain standard requirements : male, eligible, english speaking, catholic, good morals. Then the preferences : cute, witty, able to hold a conversation, has some depth, self-aware. On to the plus points : stable (financially), responsible, independent, emotionally evolved, secure (psychologically). The bonuses : not opposed to drinking and smoking, can drive, sociable, good in bed (yes you heard me right - it's the last item on my list).

So after you've made a shortlist and picked out your best candidate, the next thing to do is sort out the timing. As with hiring an employee, there are issues such as notice periods and start dates to deal with. These are negotiated and agreed upon and both parties enter into a contract when everyone is satisfied. As an adult, often this is the case with our love lives as well. When there are other factors influencing the entering of either party into a relationship (it may well be probationary at first, as with most jobs) it becomes necessary to lay all the facts out on the table at the very start. This way both parties know what to expect, if options should still be left open and at what date they need to commit to signing on the dotted line to seal the deal. There is still room for shopping around, so to speak.

It's all so unromantic now. Where are the days of boy meets girl, boy likes girl, boy tries to get girl? As a teen, life was simpler. You like a guy, the guy likes you, you get together. When something goes wrong and someone doesn't feel the same anymore, you break up.

My last 4 break-ups have been for practical reasons. That totally sucks. Does love count for anything then?

1-for-1

2009-12-27T21:44:00.000+08:00

An older pair of black strappy low-heeled slip-ons were giving way. So after Mass I invited DJ to come shoe shopping with me. We headed to Parkway Parade.

I spent S$43.90 on this :

It's more than I would normally spend on thongs, but the bling on the top (not typically something I would pick up) was exactly the reason why I did anyway. Having recently discussed my need for rule-making and sticking to tried and tested paths (read: I'm an unadventurous, rigid person) I thought I'd go for it. Break out of the mould. Forge new paths. Er, you know what I mean.

So on I went to make the purchase. The cashier at Charles and Keith was nice enough to understand that some of us just can't wait to get 'em new shoes on our feet. I told her I'd be wearing my new slippers and intended to throw the old ones away. She kindly informed me that if I wanted her to, she'd be glad to take the old pair away. Ah. No strange look, no mocking tone. Just sweet simple understanding. Thank you, Miss nice cashier lady.

I went out wearing one pair. And came home with another. If only other things in life were as easy to replace. Boyfriends, husbands, children. *Smile*

By the way, if you shop online at Charles and Keith the prices are higher than in the stores. That's why they can afford to offer you free delivery in Singapore. (The ones I bought are going for S$59 online.)

Eastwick

2009-12-27T12:41:00.000+08:00

My current fixation: Eastwick

Here's the synopsis from the official website:

GET TO KNOW

Have you ever discovered a wealth of inner power that you never knew you had, and it could change the world as you knew it if unleashed? Yeah, neither have we. Eastwick, based on John Updike’s best-selling novel and the popular movie, offers that ultimate wish-fulfillment fantasy.

Joanna (Lindsay Price)—the overly shy local reporter, Kat (Jamie Ray Newman)—the swamped wife and mom, and Roxie (Rebecca Romijn)—the eccentric artist are three very different women living in the New England hamlet of Eastwick. Because of catty gossip and preconceived judgments, they didn't really like each other that much. But after a bizarre encounter at the local park and one too many martinis, this trio not only become BFFs but begin discovering some bewitching talents they never knew they had.

But these three fast friends aren’t just drawing each other closer…

Something wicked is coming their way, and his name is Darryl Van Horne (Paul Gross)—an irresistible combination of wealth, charisma and bad boy sex appeal that turns the town upside-down. The closer these ladies are drawn into Darryl’s wicked web, the more of their unique powers he unleashes—which we can only imagine will spell trouble with a capital T.

As these enchanting women grow into their newfound talents, Eastwick will never be the same. And while that might be ill-fated for a few locals, it's still the best thing to happen to this small seaside community in centuries. I don’t know about you, but we can’t wait to get our front row seat.

Metro Expo Sale

2009-12-27T12:25:00.000+08:00

Metro Expo Sale
25 December 2009 - 03 January 2010

Event type : Retailer & Sales
Venue : Hall 5
Admission : Publice - Free Admission
Event Schedules : Time: 11am to 10pm

GO FOR IT!

Realisation

2009-12-27T12:20:00.001+08:00

This year Christmas was entirely different for me.

Oh, the routines were similar enough. Collecting Christmas fare from a supermarket; heading to mum's for dinner then off to church for Mass; back home after that for the usual opening of presents. But something inside me was different.

Peace. and Love. something like that.

A) I didn't lose my temper or raise my voice ONCE the whole time I was with my folks. This is rare. Christmas at my mother's is usually fraught with tension and impatience on everybody's part. That I didn't lose it speaks wonders of the grace of God.

B) I've learnt something about myself - I AM stronger than I thought. And I have to keep believing that if HE brought me here, HE can take me through. Cos in the midst of a personal relationship crisis I understand now what's important to me. And all this while I'd been focusing on this other thing. Which seemed so huge to me then, yet pales now in comparison to the real reasons for why I might not have my fairy tale ending.

C) It's been quiet - the extended Christmas partying has given way this year to spending quiet afternoons in with one or two friends and maintaining my devotion to attending Novena and Mass. I've also managed to squeeze in a couple of weekday Masses before the 24th, on account I had the evenings free since I didn't have any classes.

All in all it was a special time for me. Not in the usual celebratory way. But in one much, much more meaningful.

Reflections - NOT from Mulan

2009-12-07T04:29:00.000+08:00

Everybody's different. We sometimes go through the same shit and may have variations of the same problem. But at the end of the day we're individuals. And so no matter how much we "understand" what the other person is going through, we'll still never *fully* understand their situation. My point - judge not. You never really know the whole story.

Sure you can ask for advice and you can gather different opinions but what you do at the end of the day, how you tackle a difficult situation is ultimately up to you. By that same token, if you've given a friend your two cents' worth, you've done what you can. In the end, it's their life and you have NO RIGHT to question their decision.

Consequently, if you've decided to deal with something one way, you ALSO have no right to go on and on and on about your plight. I mean, give your friends a break. They respect you enough to be a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on and a myriad of other cliches... the least you can do after you've made up your mind is to own the decision. Asking them why you have to put up with a husband's infidelity, or why you're broke all the time since you quit your job and had to move back home is just irresponsible friend behaviour. If YOU chose not to get a divorce or decided to give up your cushy job (for whatever reason) then it's on you to deal with the consequences.

Don't get me wrong, you can share worries and concerns and pour your heart out to a friend. You can use them as sounding boards. Go ahead and vent ever so often. But recognise at some point that THIS IS YOUR CHOICE.

And if I had to teach one important life lesson to my kids (as yet non-existent tho they may be), this would be it.

Acceptance and love on the one hand, and ownership of your decisions on the other.

I am grateful to have more than a handful of friends whom I can trust to understand this concept. And I wish nothing more than that everyone be blessed with the same.

Catch your Cheating Spouse

2009-11-29T01:43:00.005+08:00

I was driving back from my cousin's place when I saw this cab in front of me:

The website : www.catchcheatingspouse.com.sg

So I took a look. The company is Kokusai. But that's not what made me "giling kepala" (translated: shake my head).

One of the links takes you to a site where you can buy a book, join a club, and get freebies too!

All for the cheap cheap price of USD$37.00

Here's an excerpt:-

"You'll know in a few minutes that you'll receive a step-by-step guide showing you everything you need to know so you can find out the truth once and for all about whether or not your spouse is cheating on you. Then you can get back on track with your life. No need to spend all of the years and heartache to achieve success. Just follow the instructions and start getting results immediately. And with my instant money-back guarantee, there is literally NO RISK for you."

I mean, I know you can find almost anything on the internet. But this is just sad.

If nothing happens after 8 weeks, you get a money-back guarantee.

Weird, this world we live in.

Scientists discover clue to growing new breast tissue

2009-11-13T03:25:00.000+08:00

This appeared 5th Jan 2006. At least, that's what it says at the top of the article. (Right click on the title or else you lose this page).

Here's an excerpt:

Researchers suspect that mammary stem cells play an important role in the genesis of some breast cancers. If a stem cell carries genetic errors, it may start producing cancerous breast cells, in effect becoming a “tumour factory”. This may be why some breast cancers return after apparently being eliminated by chemotherapy.

Chemotherapy targets fast-dividing cancer cells, but the stem cells may prove more resistant as they do not reproduce so quickly. This would mean that, although the primary breast cancer is killed by the treatment, abnormal stem cells are left behind to continue turning out cancer cells, restarting the tumour.

“The ultimate objective is to create a drug that will, in effect, switch off breast cancer cells,” Dr Visvader said. “To do this, the exact make-up of genes expressed by normal and rogue stem cells will need to be determined. Then a drug will be designed to engage with and neutralise the faulty feature of the stem cell.”

Reading it made me think about this inspirational thingamajig that was floating around some time back. To learn the value of a year, ask a student who's failed his end of year exams. To learn the value of a month, ask the mother of a premature baby... and so on and so forth. I'm sure you've seen it.

Anyhoo, I'm thinking of someone I know who has breast cancer. She doesn't have long to live. If only they found a way to sort this all out BEFORE she goes... what if the answers come a day after? or a week? or a month? At what point will I NOT think "What a waste... if she had held on just one more day/week/month they might have been able to save her..."

I feel guilty now. She's still here, now. And yet I'm thinking this way.

To the people in my life who I don't see very often - I'm sorry. I should try harder. I know. But please do understand that there are other people in my life who I'd regret not seeing more than others. (My family, for instance.) And so I try to make extra time for those people - just in case. Just in case their time is up and I never get to see them again. Just in case.

"There's always tomorrow / the weekend / next month"... what if there isn't?

Packaging is Everything

2009-11-13T01:35:00.002+08:00

Recently I found out that Louis Armstrong did a version of "Oops, I did it again" way way back in 1932 for the Decca label. Obviously it didn't take.

And no wonder. It was draggy, he wasn't a hottie and all that sax was just too overpowering.

Sex, on the other hand, sells. I mean, red pleather and choreographed dance moves - who could beat that?

Global Warming Hoax - final

2009-11-02T23:53:00.000+08:00

I was mistaken. Apparently there are only 8 parts. Do note, tho, that in parts 7 and 8 some bits seem to be repeats of earlier sections. But if you sit thru and listen (while multi-tasking and doing other stuff on your computer) there's also new stuff meshed in with the old.

So the conclusion? Go ahead, Use energy, Emit CO2 and Send Bulbs to Africa! Peace all...

And here's something else...

Global Warming Hoax - cont'd

2009-11-02T22:34:00.001+08:00

parts 4 to 6...

stay tuned for more! (parts 7 to 9 coming up next...)

Global Warming - Man-Made Hoax?

2009-11-02T17:34:00.004+08:00

Maybe it's NOT our fault after all? (9 parts altogether - I think.)

The Whole Tooth

2009-10-30T13:11:00.000+08:00

I went to get the last of my wisdom teeth out today. Ouch. And while trawling the web (as usual) for all things related to tooth extraction, I came upon THIS site.

Here are some highlights:

After the tooth is removed, a blood clot forms to help the healing process. This is why you bite down on gauze for up to an hour after the extraction - to help it form in the hole left behind by the extracted tooth.

Once the clot has formed, it takes 24 hours or more for it to set in firmly.

You DON'T want to dislodge this clot because you end up with what is known as a dry socket - the bone is exposed, it will hurt like mad and you can't do shite about it except treat the pain while you wait it out. Eventually it will heal, but prevention is better than cure right?

How to prevent it (this is quoted directly from the website) :

After a tooth extraction, dentists advise their patients to exert a firm biting pressure on the gauze, placed over the site of extraction, for as long as the next 60 minutes.
Normally, this will offer time and opportunity for the formation of a protective blood clot at the site of extraction, which is the intention of your dentist.
It may take 24 hours or more, after a tooth extraction for the blood clot to get settled firmly.
After, the blood clot is in place, the patient must take care not to disrupt and dislodge it.
From your side you can do this by avoiding vigorous rinsing of your mouth for the first 24 hours.
Actions, like sucking on a straw or cigarette can dislodge the blood clot by lowering the pressure around it, than the pressure in the cavity or space under it.
Abstaining from alcohol and tobacco, exercises, and most importantly from drinking hot liquids, such as coffee or soup can help you in preventing a dry socket after tooth extraction.
For dental patients with gum diseases such as peritonitis etc, your dentist may advise an antibiotic course for you to counter infection.
Antibacterial mouthwash may help a patient, who is not a great dental hygienist, in countering the pre and/or post operative bacterial growth near the site of the tooth extraction.
Following diligently, the specific post-operative instructions deemed important by your dentist for you, may help you in avoiding or having to attend fewer post-operative complications, and in wisdom teeth removal recovery.

And now I'm off to bed. Hopefully I'll feel better when I wake up.

2 Hot Girls in the Shower

2009-10-27T15:04:00.001+08:00

by LKG Productions:- "2 Hot Girls in the Shower is a PG-rated comedy advice show with short episodes that run between one and two minutes. Our content is for mature adults who enjoy immature comedy."

Total time-waster... for those of you looking for a quick break in the middle of your hectic work day.

Secret Recipe 50% off at selected outlets

2009-10-27T05:12:00.003+08:00

Mashups

2009-10-27T04:38:00.008+08:00

Let me just say, this post isn't for everyone. It's got the potential to be extremely irritating, so read on (and click on the videos) at your own risk. You have been warned.

I came across this video on Youtube. And it's kinda kooky and weird-sounding (that whole electronica thing is not something my classically trained ears are used to). It's a Mashup: Mason Vs Princess Superstar.

First, some info.

Princess Superstar, real name Concetta Kirshner, is rapper, singer and music maker. She has 5 albums and 2 chart hits.

Responsible for PERFECT

Mason : stage name of the Dutch music producer duo Iason Chronis (below) and Coen Berrier. Popular with Ministry of Sound featuring on many of their annual compilations.

Responsible for EXCEEDER

And now, the video. This is Mason Vs Princess Superstar - Perfect (Exceeder). Enjoy.

My title's in the plural form. What's the other Mashup? Thanks to CH who threw this link into my FB inbox, I will now have more Boomz nightmares. Yes. It is her. On the Shan & Rozz show.

Ok, the first I heard about this Shan & Rozz thing was when I saw the Angmo Speaking Singlish video a few days ago which I subsequently posted. Never knew it existed before that. (Er, I don't know everything about everything, you see.) I've decided that I like them. Well, I like what their show represents. Presenters who speak decently enough, a media broadcast that doesn't have beeps put over every potentially offensive word and free use of vulgarities and innuendos. And then they went and spoilt it with a Ris Low interview. Sigh. Bad Mashup. Click to play if you will.

The Pin is Mightier than The Sword

2009-10-26T17:35:00.001+08:00

Have you noticed that with time your showerhead becomes lethargic and gives out weak sprays (or even dribbles) of water? Or else you'll find that instead of coming down in a refreshing stream onto you, the angle of the spray goes wonky and the tops of your bathroom walls get wet from annoying misty semi-sprays shooting out of the tiny little holes - usually the ones at the very edge of the circular pattern.

Go get a needle, or a pin, shut off the water, and poke away. Right into them holes. Ever so often, turn it to face away from you (duh..) and turn on the tap to get out whatever gunk you've loosened.

Do this a few times, and your showerhead'll be good as new!

(If it's really bad, soak the shower head in a bowl of vinegar for a coupla hours before trying the trick with the pin again. Remember to wash thoroughly before use!!)

Yellow Walls n other Stories

2009-10-26T05:55:00.000+08:00

A few things happened over the weekend. Well, a lot really. But here are some highlights.

Coming back from church on Saturday evening I had the opportunity to sit at one of those sideways-facing seats at the back of the bus. In front of me were 4 teens. 2 couples. They all had fringes ending right on their eyelids, cut on the diagonal, so that it began slightly above the left eye then slanted to just below the eyelashes on the right eye. I kept blinking. I mean, how do you see anything with all that hair obscuring your vision?

The blokes, in addition to the slanted fringe, sported a zig-zag style. Long in front of the ears, then cut upwards as it went behind the ear, only to fall straight down to the collar. I can't explain it any other way. But you HAD to see it. They looked like Anime characters. Seriously. And they were silent the whole 20 minutes it took me to get home. Sullen-faced and jap-inspired youth. Is this the future of my country?

At midnight I needed a drink. Off we went for Coca-Cola, MySO and I. En route he mentioned how every time he looked across the carpark he thought there was a wake going on - no thanks to the spattering of yellow-painted walls at some void decks. They weren't ALL yellow you see, oh no. Some were white, then every 5 pillars or so you'd get 2 or 3 yellow ones. Then they went back to being white for another 5 or 6 pillars. You get the idea.

We eventually got closer and he started giggling. "What's so funny?" I nudged him in the rib. "Look - it IS a wake!" That's when I got the giggles. The one time he chooses to mention how the yellow walls remind him of a wake, there actually IS one. What are the chances...

Anyhoo, remember the coke? Well, it was for the whiskey. Famous Grouse. Cheap and Good. I love that stuff. We polished off half a bottle chatting and munching on nuts till almost 6 in the morning. I concussed after that. It makes me wonder if I'll ever go out to a club/pub again. I mean, it's way cheaper to drink at home. And if it sounds sad, that's only because there's the implication that drinking at home means drinking alone. If you think about it though, it would work as a couple thing, it would work as a girls' night thing, it would work as a bunch of friends hanging out thing. I'm a little more certain after that night that it would take A LOT for me to be convinced to go out and drink at a bar / club.

This weekend I also ventured out to Tampines Mall. I had time on Sunday afternoon so me and the sister headed out to run an errand at Singtel. It was crowded. We queued for no less than 30 mins to get the Q number. Then waited another hour and a bit before we were summoned to the counter. While waiting I saw the new Sony Ericsson Satio. Lovely. Oh so lovely. And expensive.

And since I'm not made of gold, I think perhaps I'll just settle for a HTC Hero. It's supposed to be the closest thing to an iPhone on the market presently. And since I'm enjoying the games on MySO's new iPhone, maybe I'll get it. (Fingers are crossed that I'll be able to play similar games on the Hero). He's also offered to trade in the phone he was using previously so that I can get this one FOC. Ah, my Hero *smile*. It's good being a girl.

I had a productive weekend. Saw things. Did things. Worked out another small percentage point's worth of my life's problems. That's all I can ask for in one weekend right?

New Moon - NOT the abalone

2009-10-26T05:14:00.000+08:00

So I'm a sucker for these teen-angst love-me-love-me-not type films. What's there not to like? Whatever the genre, whoever the actor, 2 things are a must for me when it comes to movie-watching:

1) No need for too many brain cells.
2) Eye Candy.

By that measure, New Moon passes with flying colours :) Enjoy the trailer!

Paying It Forward. Singaporeans how?

2009-10-26T04:47:00.002+08:00

I first came across the concept of "paying it forward" a long time ago. A film, I think, it was that introduced the concept to the world. And now as I watch news reports of it actually happening in real life (this isn't the only one), I wonder if Singaporeans could do this too? I'm doubtful, but I just might try it someday. The only problem is, how do I stick around to see if it gets passed on?

Shan & Rozz show...

2009-10-23T02:31:00.002+08:00

I'm not quite sure what to make of this... the jury is still out. He does sound kinda Singaporean-like... but then the presenters, erm, I dunno... you tell me what you think leh.

Agadoo - remember this?

2009-10-15T16:04:00.003+08:00

What I've been up to

2009-10-14T20:24:00.002+08:00

Last week I spent about 4 days in Malacca. I've put on some weight, renewed my interest in sewing them beaded shoes, and have decided to spend at least an hour a day sewing so that I don't lose steam.

This also means that I probably won't have much time for anything else. I know an hour a day sounds very do-able. But because I'd much rather be sewing out in a coffee shop than at home, it means I'll have to factor in chit-chat and travel time. So an hour of sewing means about 3-4 hours out of the house.

This has prompted me to remove some games from my Facebook account.

Speaking of which, if anybody's interested, here are the fotos of the recent Melaka trip.

If you don't know what beaded slippers (kasut manek) look like, here's a pic of my very first pair, and the pattern of the pair I'm working on currently. Will post more pictures as I make progress :)

And yes, before you ask, each bead IS sewn down individually.

G-Force : Jump

2009-10-12T23:33:00.002+08:00

A current favourite. Addicted to the chorus!

Enjoy

He Taught His Teacher

2009-10-06T23:24:00.001+08:00

I've always preferred to use time values such as Ta and Ta-Ah for teaching little ones instead of calling them by their proper names (Crotchet and Minim, respectively). The reason being "real" names are difficult words for the kids to learn, or so I thought.

Last month as I flipped the page of the Piano Party book with one of my 4-year-olds, I saw that we had come to that part of the book where it was time to introduce Notes and their Time Names. I immediately thought to myself, if a 7-year-old has problems with it, surely a 4-year-old will too. So I decided there and then that I would introduce the names of the notes, but more importantly, teach the little 'un how long each note should be held. That, I thought, would be the goal of the lesson. And if he (and the other little 'uns whom I teach) can't quite remember these difficult words, then so be it. They'll have lots of time later on as they grow older to learn them.

So I quickly told him that the black, coloured note with the stem (that's the vertical line on those musical tau-gays, for those of you who don't read music) was called a Crotchet and when we see it we clap 'Ta'. The white, uncoloured one with the stem is a Minim and we clap then bounce our clasped hands once and say 'Ta-Ah' (clapping on the 'Ta' and bouncing on the 'Ah', you see). I finished up with the Semibreve and then thought we should play a little game. We did, and he performed splendidly. When I pointed to the various notes, he'd clap and say the appropriate 'Ta's and 'Ah's.

Then I packed him off home feeling pleased with myself.

A week later, to recap the previous week's lesson, I decided instead of reminding him what anything was, I'd first let him show me how much he could remember. So I pointed to dear old black, coloured note and said "Do you remember what this is?" Imagine my surprise when instead of saying 'Ta', he said "Crotchet". And continued to give me the Time Names of all the notes on the page. Correctly.

This incident reminds me of something I always knew, but sometimes fail to remember. When you're a child, every word is new. As we grow we learn more and more new words. It doesn't matter if those words are specific to a particular subject, if they're technical jargon, if they're in another language. They're all equally new. A 4-year-old is no better suited to learning one word over another if he didn't know either of them before that point.

And so all this while, I've been assuming that Time Names are difficult to learn, because they're not words we hear and/or use all the time with people in general. A 10-year-old might find them strange words to learn because they've already amassed such a large number of words in their vocabulary. But when the child is as young as 4 or 5, it ain't so strange. Every other word they come across is going to be new. So why not just teach them the proper Time Names?

Why not indeed. Every single little 'un that I've taught these words to since that first incident has managed to remember them. And quite easily I might add. I'm glad I learnt this lesson tho. Or at least that I was reminded of it. I wonder what other adult-acquired assumptions I've imposed on those I teach...

TV Series I love

2009-10-06T18:20:00.011+08:00

What (and who) am I watching these days?

Leverage (Gina Bellman, Beth Riesgraf)

Bionic Woman (Michelle Ryan)

GLEE! (Cory Monteith)

Better Off Ted (Portia Di Rossi)

Castle (Molly Quinn, Stana Katic)

Jeri Ryan

2009-10-06T17:22:00.000+08:00

She first made an impression as 7 of 9 on Star Trek Voyager. In fact, she's the reason I watched it at all.

Here's a picture tribute to Jeri Ryan. I'm not sure I think much of her acting skills, but I do know she makes the screen sizzle.

Star Trek Voyager

Shark

While watching the last episode of Leverage I was pleasantly surprised to see her on the show. Seems she's joining the cast for their next season. Whoop! One more reason to keep watching.

Glee

2009-10-05T17:20:00.001+08:00

This is what's keeping me occupied these days. I'm a sucker for teeny-bopper high-school-angst disney-moral-at-the-end-of-the-story type of shows. Plus every episode is like a mini musical. Why wouldn't I love it?

My Showflat

2009-10-04T16:32:00.000+08:00

This weekend I've been busy.

MySO is away on a work trip and instead of slouching the whole weekend away like I usually do when he's out of town, I find myself playing host to some Malaysians (2 ladies are bunking in with me) and opening up my home to a family of Australians.

Neither of these 2 parties are my immediate friends.

The Malaysian party consists of a friend's sister and one of her lecturers from school - they're here for 2 days and needed a place to crash. Since I bunk in with their family whenever I'm in Malacca, this gives me the opportunity to return the favour.

The Australian party is actually one of my besties' pals. They've expressed interest in looking around a HDB estate, so he's decided to take them around my neighbourhood and end it with a visit to a HDB flat. I'm glad though, cos he's Godpa to the 2 daughters (and has told me all about them and I'd love to meet the girls) and he's been so kind to me, particularly during my emo messes, that I'm grateful I could be of help.

What does this mean for a borderline OCD bibik then? Fussing, Cleaning, Kemas (tidy up) -ing. Keeping the place decent is easy enough when I'm here by myself. Keeping it tidy while I have houseguests, not so much. I suppose though, that the visiting Ang-mohs will just have to cut me some slack on that account.

Still, I'd say it's pretty safe to roam about the flat as long as they keep out of the piano room. Fold out bed is folded out, plastic bags with shopping occupy one corner and travel bags and personal effects have pretty much obscured any available table-top space.

But hey, I live here right? And since I've had enough comments made about how obsessively neat I am, it might turn out for the better that the place isn't as showflat-esque as I'd normally like it. I mean, this way I don't have to try too hard to make it look lived-in.

John Williams is the Man

2009-10-02T20:28:00.000+08:00

I saw this a long time ago. And forgot about this until now. I've been reminded recently so here it is. (And by the way, yes, I love it)

This is the one I saw:

This is youtuber neomp5's remix with original music and his notes on it:

it just had to be done
original scores pitch and tempo-matched to the acapella using audacity
i do not own john williams' spectacular music, nor moosebutter's tribute to it. this is a tribute to a tribute. a quadbute?

And finally, openmind 1969a says:

UPDATE: I just found out Moosebutter has linked my version of the video to their website. Thanks guys.

Moosebutter did the song.

Corey Vidal Did The Video.

Youtuber neomp5 added the music.

I put it all together. Hope you like the results.

Note: I am not trying to take anything away from Corey's Video or neomp5's work. I just wanted to put it all together and have some fun with the video. Hope you like the results.

IF you CLICKED and WATCHED EVERY SINGLE ONE and then went on to the Moosebutter site and clicked on more videos, you're as big a geek as me *wink*

This is why Technology is SO Important

2009-10-01T05:05:00.003+08:00

I'm a sucker for Shoes

2009-09-30T18:07:00.001+08:00

A while back I used to travel up for weekend trips to KL (Kuala Lumpur) pretty often with my brother, sometimes parents, usually friends. And when I say often, I mean every month.

PIC - brother, his friends, my friends, our parents. I'm taking the foto so I'm not pictured. (This trip had the largest number going at the same time. 2 couples drove up and the rest of us took a bus.)

We'd hop on the bus and travel the 5 hours up in the middle of the night (usually a Friday) and then arrive at some god-forsaken hour (like 3 am) only to be met by the one lonely hotel clerk at the Concorde KL who'd be pleasant enough to quickly get our checking-in sorted ASAP.

After a quick change of clothes we'd head down to Bangsar for a supper of Roti Bomb and Tandoori Chicken and often end up crawling into bed just as dawn threatened to break.

Pic: Bangsar for Supper; Brother, his friends and my friend. No, I'm not in the picture.

While the eating was definitely noteworthy, it was merely the side event. The reason I went up to KL so often was so that I could satisfy my insane obsession with shoes.

Yes, yes, I know you're all going to say that every woman has an obsession with shoes, but I'm telling you, in my 20s I never had fewer than 50 pairs at any one time. From thongs to courts to strappy sandals, flats, heels and open-toed mules. I had every possible type of footwear to fit any occasion. I kid you not.

So why all the way to KL? VINCCI. Yes. Padini had just opened in a number of shopping centres in KL and one of their brands was Vincci. Mostly shoes, with a spattering of handbags and sunglasses. Depending on the outlet, sometimes you could find keyrings and wallets too.

The important thing for me - size 9 shoes at affordable prices. Vincci's sizes run all the way up to 10 at a time when Singapore hadn't caught on yet. And I refuse (yes, I still do) to pay more than S$20 for regular muck-around possibly-get-trashed-after-3-wearings footwear.

So, because
1) I'm a klutz and wear out my shoes reeeeal quick;
2) I don't make a ton of money;
3) my feet are gigantonormous;
4) and for me, it's all about the quantity, not quality;

Vincci in KL was the perfect solution. I'd return to Singapore with no less than 3 pairs of lovely fake-leather/synthetic-snakeskin/PVC-covered may-not last-one-year shoes per trip.

Ah, but all that isn't necessary anymore these days. Vincci opened up in City Square JB soon after, so I shopped across the causeway for a period of time. Then Singapore shoe stores got on the big-foot bandwagon and many shops now carry sizes 9 and 10. And nowadays I don't step out of the house as much (to club or party or shop) so I've managed to curb my shoe obsession (having a mortgage helps) and find myself buying fewer and fewer shoes. My current shoe count is less than 20. (EEKS!)

But you know, you can never be truly free from your inner Imelda and so 2 nights ago I traipsed off to Eastpoint Mall with the excuse that I need groceries from NTUC Fairprice, knowing full well that between the multi-story carpark and the supermarket was a shining beckoning Bata.

What I didn't know, was that they were having a sale. Up to 70% off! It was a sign. I mean, I had planned to pop in, try on a coupla shoes then be on my way. In the end, I tried on more than I had intended to, and ended up with these (yes, they're under S$20):

And so, welcome lovely beige strappy kitten heels, you now have a brand new home :)

Finally, She Did Something Right

2009-09-30T03:19:00.000+08:00

The latest article (and I hope the last one) on Ris Low. The people at ERM (the organisers) say they've spoken to her and her parents and have agreed to accept her resignation.

This means they would have allowed her to keep the title if she hadn't come forward and decided to resign yes? Sheesh. Or were they the ones asking her to resign? I'm not clear.

"On her command of English language, which has been criticised by the public, the organiser said: 'We felt that person who made fun of her on YouTube was malicious and did not do her justice. The video clip was presented in a way to ridicule her."

Ok this is just way retarded. .How could the video clip have been presented in a way to ridicule her? It's not like there were cuts or you could see where the clip might have been edited. The stuff she said at that RazorTV interview was all her! Now ERM says "'So perhaps her spoken English could also be an effect from her Bipolar disorder."

Er, right.

This girl has just rubbed too many Singaporeans the wrong way and I'm a little sorry for her. But seriously, why, oh, why did she not just say all this in the first place BEFORE even taking part in the competition? A lot of problems could have been avoided if she had first and foremost pre-empted everything and made it public information.

I think we're less likely to gasp in shock and horror if we heard all this beforehand. You know, along the lines of : One of the contestants, who is on probation for 5 counts of credit card fraud, had this to say about being in the pageant, "I'm really sorry about the stuff I did in my youth. I have bipolar disorder and sometimes don't think very clearly, but I do know that now it is under control and I'm doing my best to turn my life around. I'm hoping this pageant will help me to do that."

Ta-dah! Immediately she would have been given all sorts of support and encouragement... knowing Singaporeans...*mutter mutter*.

Anyway, here's why many just can't seem to be more sympathetic of this person. Read the side box of this article and you'll see that she's just super immature and totally irresponsible. Add to that she finally admitted that she told the organisers about the credit card fraud charges only last week, when previously she had said that she told them beforehand but they collaborated with her to keep mum about it. Which is it missy?

For those of you too lazy to right-click on the link - the side box says this:

WHY SHE DIDN'T TELL ORGANISERS: 'They ask then I tell lah, because actually I don't find the point of telling... It's still a record, but it's not as though it's that big... I was given a second chance to change.'

Hello...? Credit card fraud?? Not a big deal???

WHY SHE DIDN'T DECLARE IT: 'I didn't really go and check because I've joined other pageants before and they didn't really check.'

I don't understand this "really" check thing. Means they "bluff-ly" check huh? What is going on with the youth of our country today?

Dear Ms Low - please, PLEASE, wake up, sort out your life, and stop pretending that everything will go away or work out in the end just cos you hope so. Stuff has a way of poking its way out from under concealment. Especially Nasty stuff. Nothing ever remains hidden. NOTHING. Everything comes out sooner or later!

And finally, FINALLY, one MP had the courage to say something :

Member of Parliament Lee Bee Wah (Ang Mo Kio GRC) told the Chinese evening daily Shin Min on Saturday that Miss Low should not represent Singapore internationally. She said: 'Using another person's credit card is a very serious offence. Honesty and integrity are very important.'

Hear hear! That's the problem. Integrity. Missing In Action.

Methinks She's Got Mad Cow Disease

2009-09-28T19:46:00.001+08:00

I read the Straits Times Interactive news article today which made reference to her bipolar disorder, or manic depressive disorder, and couldn't help laughing. She really is a mad cow!

Gees. 1) Bad English 2) Smooth Criminal and now 3) One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

This woman is a walking entertainment hub! LOL

'Nuff said about this one. I give up. Really.

I forgive you, Taufik

2009-09-28T03:23:00.001+08:00

I can't find a video anywhere on the web, for love or money, of Singapore Idol Taufik Batisah singing the National Anthem with the wrong lyrics.

I settled down to dinner in front of the telly, all set to watch the F1 race with MySO. BTW, I know NOTHING about Formula 1. Except that the sound of the cars is a real turn-on. (Some of you will remember that I enjoy watching movies with lots of car-crashes.) For want of something better to do on a night like tonight when the whole country would probably be watching, I thought I'd join in so as not to be the only clueless eejit without any idea about the F1 drama unfolding not 15 minutes away from me.

And so it began. The National Anthem filled my living room via old Philips speakers, yes, the kind that are probably as old as (if not older than) me. Ahh great sounds will come from them when the race begins, I'm thinking.

When suddenly I hear "Marilah kita berseru". *Blink Blink*

I turn to look at MySO. "Did he just sing the wrong lyrics?"
MySO : Wait, wait, maybe we heard wrong. Give it a chance.
Me : But, but.. is he going to sing "bersatu" on the 2nd line?
MySO : Here it comes... listen.. shhhh.

And there it was again. Yup. Oh dear oh dear oh dear. It was all I could do to keep from jumping up (and possibly overturning my Japanese Curry with Rice meal) to get to my PC to tweet or blog all about it right away.

So I left it for a while, watched the race, wrapped Children's Day gifts while MySO drifted in and out of sleep, and only now decided to pursue this matter. And as I was looking for a video of this monumental event, I came across CNA's article of Taufik's apology. Ah well, it's not excusable and I'm not anywhere near accepting the reason for it. But I will accept the apology. If only because the report reportedly reported it nicely.

So I forgive you Taufik. At least he admitted that it was a mistake and instead of going on and on about why and how and what happened, he had the grace to ask for forgiveness. Sometimes, that's all it takes.

Ondoy Tragedy

2009-09-27T17:11:00.003+08:00

Click HERE to read more.

At the moment I can't seem to find any organisation in Singapore that is collecting contributions / funds in aid of this particular disaster. However if you would like to make a donation via bank transfer you will find details at the Philippine National Red Cross site.

You may also try filling out their Online Donation form and see what happens. I haven't tried yet. But hopefully I'll find some local e-nets or paypal enabled donation channel soon. Will update if I do.

I'm the Youngest of 3 - so there!

2009-09-27T15:38:00.001+08:00

I was surfing and came across a website which said this about "youngest children":

Some true traits of youngest children include:

Compelled to make a contribution to the world
A show-off who enjoys the limelight
Both a charmer and a rebel-endearing one minute, hard to deal with the next
Often the family clown
Creative
Often stuck doubting the validity of their perceptions because they were often laughed at or not taken seriously
Likely to be compelled to do what the older children haven't.

And you know what? It's all true. Except maybe the bit about being the family clown. I'm not sure exactly how that might manifest itself but the rest is spot on.

Are you the youngest child? Let me know if this is true for you too.

Do I Look Fat? A guide to dealing with this loaded question.

2009-09-27T04:06:00.001+08:00

A married couple, a dating couple, a single female and a single male. Great sampling of people at different stages of their lives. You'd think we'd be able to have a nice conversation about the 4 most dreaded words known to MANkind. Right up there with (perhaps even surpassing, for some) "We Need To Talk". Well, apparently after years of collective dating, courtship and even a wedding among the merry group, one thing was clear - the guys still don't know how to handle this question of all questions.

Ok, first off, it's NOT a trap, trick question, or any ploy to get you to buy us another outfit. And secondly, I'm just going to state here and now that I speak for myself in this matter and you guys out there have to figure out on your own what YOUR woman means when she looks at you and asks you "Do I Look Fat?" OK? But here are some pointers.

1) What I Mean

When I ask MySO if I look fat, what I really mean is, does this outfit highlight the not so nice bits of me, or is it doing an adequate job of hiding them.

The reason I ask is because as a woman I'm certain that different bits of me look good on different days. Also, the same bits of me could look good in one thing and awful in another. And sometimes I get confused and lose track of which bits I need to hide and which I'd like to flaunt.

2) How To Answer It

It really is NOT a yes/no answer type of question. If your woman says "just tell me yes or no" then she's playing you.

Here's what I look for in an answer: if some bit of me that's not so nice to look at is highlighted in the outfit, then let me know *gently* that it's the outfit that's to blame for the way I look.

Eg. "Yeah, your arms are flabby" is the wrong answer. However, "I think the sleeve length makes your arms look rounder than they actually are" would earn you a kiss on the forehead and a loving smile. Geddit?

Next - I also appreciate a little advice or suggestion on how I could highlight a bit of me that does look nice.

Eg. "No, you look fine" is the wrong answer. FINE is what you pay when you get caught for littering. (Don't get me started on this one... trust me.) However, "Actually, your butt looks really good in those shorts and even if you think you've got flabby thighs, trust me, no one will notice. Wear that shiny belt you love - it'll make your bum look even more fondle-worthy!" just about guarantees you a really, really good night ahead. Trust me on this one.

Notice that last answer managed a criticism even. But hidden under all that praise and constructive belt advice, it was hardly noticeable. See? It's easy.

3) What NOT To Say

In case you're still clueless, just steer clear of these types of answers :

a) do not blame.

NEVER ask her why she's wearing it if she thinks she looks fat in it.,or why she bought it in the first place.

b) do not siam (evade).

NEVER say - it doesn't matter what I think, as long as you like it, or are comfortable or anything along those lines.

c) do not feign ignorance.

NEVER say you don't know about girl stuff, cos she'll just come back with "but you guys look at girls ALL the time and have SO many things to say about this one or that one, don't PRETEND you're not judging us by what we wear.

d) do not patronise.

NEVER say we look nice whatever we wear, and that it doesn't matter what other people think cos you think we're gorgeous.

4) Why I Ask

Because it matters to me that MySO thinks I'm hot, worthy of public appearance on his arm, and come on, we all need validation from time to time. If I'm just going off to the market in slippers and muck-around-at-home shorts I really don't bother asking how I look. Cos I don't really care. But if we're going OUT out, then I'd like to know that when someone looks at us, they'll think - holy smoke, she's hot, and he's one lucky dude. And that he can feel all peacock-y about the blokes scoping me out and KNOW that he's the one I've chosen to be with. So in the end, it's really for the benefit of the guys in our lives. *Grin*

Oh, and One More Thing...

2009-09-27T03:23:00.002+08:00

I've heard all about this probation thing being a way of rehabilitating minor offenders aged 16-18, as putting them in prison may not be the best option - the fear being one might end up being worse off than when they went in.

"Lawyers whom The Sunday Times spoke to said probation has always existed as a sentencing option, especially when dealing with juvenile offenders who may otherwise be sent to a corrective institution or prison."

-www.straitstimes.com

And so I'm confused. If probation is a sentencing option, as The Straits Times says, then doesn't it stand to reason that one has to be first convicted of something before being sentenced? So Ris Low WAS convicted of credit card fraud right? And her sentence was probation right? So how is it that the headlines read "Probation Order Not Conviction"? Me No Understand. I get it that being under probation means the person does not necessarily have a "criminal record" to tarnish their reputation. But surely we're confusing the term criminal record with conviction?

It's simple. She did something reeeeal bad. She got caught. She was charged and convicted. And finally sentenced to probation. Still kena caught, still kena convicted, still kena sentenced. Right? Right. Whether or not it leaves a stain on her personal record is NOT what fellow Singaporeans are concerned about. Pretending the probation is NOT a conviction is just rubbish. What is this country coming to?

Guilty - That's my verdict

2009-09-26T16:19:00.004+08:00

[All quotations used in this post were taken from HERE unless otherwise stated.]

Ok, so what do I think of this recent update? She's guilty as the cookie monster with his hand in the cookie jar lah. Guilty of being shallow, irresponsible and of questionable morality.

The summary:

"...The beauty queen was convicted of five charges of misappropriation, cheating using illegally obtained credit cards, and impersonating their users' identities....
...was sentenced in May this year to 24 months of supervised probation, said a Subordinate Courts spokesman...

...Another 60 charges were taken into consideration for the purposes of sentencing...

...spent a total of more than $2,400...using at least three different credit cards in April and May last year...

...bought two gold anklets worth almost $1,000, a $698 mobile phone, and food and drinks at a swanky restaurant...

...her previous employer, a healthcare company, made a police report about her in April last year...

...suspected that Miss Low, who worked there for five months as a patient-service assistant, had used credit cards belonging to its patients...

...The organiser of the Miss Singapore World pageant, ERM World, did not respond to queries as to whether it was aware of her criminal record during the pageant..."

Ladies and gentlemen, I draw your attention to the last line and then I give you this:

Apparently (source not verified) when asked if the organisers knew about the report that had been made against her Miss Low replied:

"In the beginning, they did not know, but when I signed the contract, I informed the manager. They said that if the news did not leak out, they will allow me to continue in the competition. But now that the news is made public, I'm not sure what will happen next."

And again, elsewhere on the web someone wrote:

~ In ST today, it was quoted that an ERM employee said : "Singaporean did not pay for her" when asked about why the company is not responding to public queries.

So where you now Mr PR Service-Recovery Person of ERM? Come on out and answer us.

Did you really say that if the news doesn't leak out that it'll be ok? What does this tell me about your standards or criteria concerning contestants? I can understand if she got expelled from school for bad behaviour then went on to prove she could turn her life around, or if she had gone to drug rehab and come out of it stronger, or even if she was known to be associating with some 666 or 559 or some other number gang.

But I think the fact that she has a CRIMINAL RECORD kinda makes it hard for her fellow citizens to say - "aw, never mind lah, now she's sorry for what she's done and deserves a 2nd chance".

2nd chance at life maybe, but to represent my country? Be the spokesperson of our little lion city? I think not.

If she had stolen the cards to pay for her father's medical bills, to put food on the table, to pay the bills - we'd be more sympathetic. You know, poor little girl, lost, desperate to save her family... sob, sob. Yeah, we'd be all like, never mind lah. Not her fault, she didn't know where to turn. Heck, knowing Singaporeans (we're such suckers for Poor-Little-Match-Girl stories) she'd end up having a fund started in her name for the welfare of her family.

The other thing that's got my knickers in a bunch is this - how can ERM say Singaporeans didn't pay for her? Er, it's Miss Singapore right? We're Singaporeans right? I think we would like to know how you could justify having her keep her title when she's a crook? Um, does everyone else NOT see a problem with this picture? If you're not answering public queries because we "didn't pay for her" then how about you don't use the word SINGAPORE in your title? How 'bout you call her Miss ERM (from Singapore) then you can go ahead and have whoever you want represent you? I hate to be the one to tell you this, but Yes, you DO owe it to us Singaporeans to explain your choice for our ambassador. Geddit?

Miss Singapore - I HAVE to say something

2009-09-25T20:32:00.004+08:00

When this first started making its rounds I absolutely refused to watch it. I knew it was going to be awful. I knew I would cringe and I knew I would feel terrible after seeing it.

So for many days I kept away from email attachments, facebook posts and twitter links to this Ris Low interview or anything related to it.

However, recently I succumbed. My student came in to class and said I simply HAD to watch it if I hadn't already. Cos she wanted to know what I thought of the whole thing . So I watched it. And after I did, she put forward this question - is it their fault that people who can't speak well don't speak well?

Erm, well, I really don't know it's something you can FAULT someone for, any more than you can fault someone for not doing math well or understanding history well. I mean, some do, and some don't and that's the way the cookie crumbles (oh wait.. I have more apple crumble in the fridge... yum...) .

That aside, this is what I have to say. I am sorry that she doesn't speak English well. I assume she might be more eloquent in another language. And I wish she'd chosen to do her interview in whatever language it is that she is presumably more proficient in. Because, while it looks like she's all brave and daring and willing to do an interview in a language she (obviously) can't handle, it is also extremely annoying for those of us who DO have a handle on the language to have to listen to her awful diction and strange ornamentation of consonant sounds and might I say, what flourish she adds to her sylla-li-ba-bles.

I've seen some posts online defending Ris Low citing 1) her bravery 2) the difficulty in pageant-ing and 3) being proud of ALL Singaporeans not just well-spoken ones as reasons for NOT attacking her.

Granted. Not everyone listens to the BBC or watches non-TCS fare. And I admit that pageant-ing is hard work. Also, I give her credit for being brave (although there's a fine line between bravery and _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ... I'm not going to say it but you know what I mean).

But I also have to say this - it IS a competition. Just because it is gruelling and not every Mary, Jane or Sue will qualify, does not mean we have to automatically discount our beauty queen's language skills (or lack thereof). Heck, in that case, we may as well just ignore the interview portion altogether. If the stuff that comes out of her mouth doesn't inspire, doesn't resonate with the residents of our nation, doesn't make us all want to cheer and smile and see her get to the Miss World stage in JNB, then she ain't got what it takes, sistah.

To those of you who say that we're being mean - well tuff sheeet. Cos that's what competition is all about.

Moving on - even if I were to accept that her diction/language skills should be discounted, then I'll say this - how juvenile is someone who thinks that just 'cos she likes animal prints that means she loves South Africa. Er, does she KNOW what she's saying? And her fashion style? All about her. Her. and more Her. Never mind what people think. Wait - I thought the point of having a unique style was so that one could convey their personality to the people looking at them. Is fashion not about communicating in clothes - and does communicating not involve reception by someone? Anyone? oh er. yes. Herself apparently.

I don't get this girl. I think that her attitude is the problem here. Not so much the speech, cluelessness or crazy I-don't-know-what-I'm-saying rolling of eyeballs all over the place from time to time. It's her attitude- I'm so hot. I'm the bomb. I deserve to win. It's all about me. And I know it.

Who does she think she is? Me?