Gong Xi Gong Xi!

So, Chinese New Year is just round the corner. Like really, just after this weekend. To me, weekends are like corners. You go right around it and before you know it, it's over. And you can't really see what is beyond the corner, till after it.

Okay, enough about corners.

So yes, Chinese New Year, or otherwise known as Lunar New Year. It's the Year of the Dragon. I don't really buy into the whole horoscope thing but a lot of people do. My mum, for example, buys into it hook, line and sinker. Don't get me started on her fengshui stuff.

The reason I don't buy into it, is because I do not believe in luck.

I believe that I am blessed.

Erm...okay, not about to go on a long post about this.

Just wanted to wish everyone a happy Lunar New Year. It's a good time to meet up with relatives, friends and enjoy the food and snacks. If you do get angbaos, good for you. If you don't, eat more food. If you are giving ang baos, be a cheerful giver.

Happy Dragon Year! :)

Back For Good

So...2012, huh?

Well, the grand plan to stay away until I squeeze every second of my student visa did not come to fruition. Personal decision. Good, personal decision.

We did have a good run, didn't we? (I know, it's just "I" but the many "I"s make a collective "we". I'm schizo like that.)

1 year. It was such an amazing one year.

First, I visited a whole lot of beautiful and amazing places (outside of London). There was Paris before school started in September, Amsterdam snucked in during the Michaelmas term, Austria (Salzburg and Vienna) a week before the term ended and when it was snowing beautifully, Israel right after the term ended, a roadtrip to York, Edinburgh and Lake District during the Christmas period, and to cap off the year 2010, a nice visit to Oslo and Stockholm. Lent term saw me heading back to York and Edinburgh with some Singaporean friends via rail, and then another roadtrip to Bath (via Stonehenge), an unexpected stop at Exeter to queue for the iPad2, and a week of bliss in Cornwall. Easter holiday was spent at my aunt's in Basel, Switzerland, where I had some much-missed homecook food and Swiss treats (lotsa chocolate!!).

Of course, I cannot forget the days at Manchester. I finally saw my first live match at Old Trafford, Man Utd vs Chelsea no less (which the home team won 2-1). I toured the museum and stadium twice over on two separate occasions. I did a super last-minute and tiring bus trip to Manchester to catch Gary Neville's testimonial match, which saw the Class of '92 return to play. I saw David Beckham play, clean up real nice and be a real gentleman, signing autographs and letting us flash our cameras in his face. The shopping at Manchester, in my mum's words, was "better than London". I agree it is easier, but "better"? I disagree.

There was Bicester Village (ok, not London, but close enough), days upon days walking down Long Acre to get to Chinatown, Regent Street, Oxford Street, Knightsbridge, Bond Street, Selfridges in particular, Harrods (at times), Westfield at Stratford, plus possibly my most regular place to go: TESCO EXTRA at Surrey Quays. I think I can never shop in Singapore again. Really.

And the food, oh the food. I really didn't miss the food in Singapore. Part of the reason was that I could cook, and my friends and I did cook regularly. We made soups, dishes, rice, pasta...and just to boast a little, we were very successful with our Hainanese Chicken Rice, Bak Kut Teh and Ko Lo Yuk (Sweet and Sour Pork). In fact, we had a wonderful Chinese New Year reunion dinner! And if we didn't cook, there was always Gold Mine (best roast duck in the world), Yauatcha (1-Michelin-starred dim sum), Lido (dim sum and more), C & R (Singaporean/Malaysian food), Jasmine Princess (I think...at Mayfair, dim sum), Belgos (musselssss and beer) and the best pho in the world at Cafe East! At the very least, we could always count on the takeaway place near our residence. Singaporean noodles or fried rice, anyone?

School life was a rollercoaster ride. There were days of relative quiet, when all you think about is showing up for the two days of lesson and pretend you know what is being said. Then there are hurried days of preparing for presentations, writing your essays, wondering if what you said or wrote made any sense or did someone called your bluff. There was the mugging that we Singaporeans were so used to, the tension and stress of exams, the 10-minute blank-out from the word 'GO' before you furiously start scribbling whatever you can possible remember and attempt to string into proper sentences. Halfway through, you start panicking about the lack of time and how you still have 2 or more questions to complete. Your hand feels limp but you still need to muster whatever strength you have left until the examiner says, "STOP. Please put down your pens." You scribble that last word, hoping no one saw you, check that you have your name and pray that somehow, God's hand was on that paper, not yours. You feel that relief and it's as if everything you mugged for that subject has been poured out, together with your relief. It repeats. Twice.

And after the exams are over, it's the dreaded dissertation. I started my studies not knowing what I was going to write, and then, having a feel of what I wanted to write. It changed after several discussions with the adviser. Not much, but just narrower, and narrower...and it's a discovery of just how ambitious or totally clueless you were when you first started thinking about your thesis. It was the latter for me. Then you kinda put it aside over the Lent term, and the holidays, and the exam period, and only really start on some serious work when you are done "resting" after the exams. Then you (I) generally panic for a few weeks, wondering what to do, how to do what, when to do what...and the biggest question of all "HOW AM I GONNA CHURN OUT 10,000 WORDS?!?".

The first step was to get the resources and documents. That meant many trips to the library to borrow thick, heavy books, photocopy as much as you can (*ahem*, as the copyright laws allow for, I meant), and for those you deem important enough, to hog it with your life and bring it home. There were also trips to the British Archives, which to me was quite the eye-opener. I touched REAL official documents from the past, letters which heads-of-states, kings and presidents signed, memos, etc, and took photos of these documents for my research. Ingenious suggestion from one of my profs.

And then, it was to read ALL these material and make sense of it. I also started just typing ideas out and reproducing chunks of information on my laptop, while organising my thoughts and my study area. By then, I had reduced my living/dining room to my study area. Everything was on the floor, on the coffee table, on the dining table, on the TV console. Finding a place to eat or sit meant removing some materials and relocating them somewhere else for the time being.

And then, as you start putting your thesis together (from skeleton to having some actual meat) you realise you've been wrong all this time. The real question should have been: HOW AM I GONNA KEEP MY THESIS TO 10,000 WORDS??? This process, might I add, took me a good 2 weeks. And that includes formatting and writing the references and bibliography. Not. Fun. At. All. When I finally got it done and ready for printing and submission, it was not really "Phew! My thesis is ready!" but more "I don't care if it makes sense! It's less than 10,000 words! I can't wait to get it out!!!"

But really, the past year had been such a great experience. I liked living on my own. I liked London. Most of all, it made me appreciate everything I had in Singapore: the conveniences and awesome things about Singapore that we take for granted (good leaders, transport, food, good but comfortable standard of living), my family and my friends. There is still no place like home.

Except for shopping.

A Million Love Songs Later

Yeap, still keeping with my trend titling with song titles or lyrics.

This song has been stuck in my head for 2 days. I haven't actually sung it out loud (why haven't I?), but it's been there alright. Not sure what triggered it. Perhaps something I read on FB.

So, this morning - no wait, it's afternoon cos by the time I woke up it was already noon.

So, from the moment I woke up to now, which has been all of 1.5hrs, I have had a few realisations:

1. 1990, was 21 years ago. More than 2 decades! Oh man, oh man, oh man.

2. There is too much negativity online. Not just the things people say, but the way they say it. There is so much cynicism, bragging, sarcasm, envy...and the list COULD go on. I've been asking myself if I really want to read stuff like that. Do I? No, I don't. So what can I do about it? I could be selective in what I read/comment/like. I could try to post stuff that do not emit a negative vibe. Or, maybe, I could get off social networking sites altogether. The last one is, for now, just a thought. I could do the first two though, and I WILL!

3. I am perfectly contented. Not envious of anyone, of their lifestyle, of their career, or what they've got. I know, so surely, that I am EXACTLY where I am supposed to be in life. It doesn't mean it's all bubbles and strawberries all the time, everyday, but once again, I can't deny that I am truly, unabashingly, undoubtedly and knowingly HAPPY about my life, and where I am in life. And I wished everyone, especially the people that I love, would get that same perfect contentment in life and get to know how this feels. Because baby, it feels good! It feels victorious.

Right, so it's a rainy day in London-town. Great day to stay in. I'm gonna make me some lunch and let the words come right through my fingers (thesis!) until I am all hungry again.

Missing all my peeps! :)

Hello? Is it me you're looking for?

I like putting lyrics as the title of my posts. I don't think I have done much of it, or any at all, but perhaps today is a good day to start.

Seems kinda appropriate since it's been a while since I last blog. I blame it on my iPad2. Although, it's too lovely and wonderful to be attributed blame, so I take it back. But the point to make is that I can't seem to type a blog post on my iPad, like some other blogsites can or have apps for. So it ain't my fault!

It's a beautiful morning in London. Errr...it's morning for another 6 minutes. Then, it'll be noon. I decided to sleep in a little today since I'd been up bright and early at 8.30am the last couple of days. Took crazy early morning trips to the Mail Delivery Office to get my parcels TWO DAYS IN A ROW because for SOME OBSCURE AND IRRITATING REASONS, they failed to reach me at home. I don't get it. I'm at home almost ALL of the time.

Bygones. Did I mention, I still use "bygones" like how Richard Fish does in Ally McBeal? I like it. It facilitates an abrupt change of topic quite seamlessly.

It's been an interesting 2 weeks. I moved to a new nook. I went to the Glee Live concert at the O2. I saw Take That, the entire five-piece, at Wembley (and Pet Shop Boys too, since they were the opening act). Had a blast. Someone told me that the places I've been and things I have seen/watched/attended this one year has made it worth the trip. Did someone also mention that I came here to get a Masters degree? Prob' not. HA!

I love my new nook. It's so much more self-sufficient, beautiful and cute than that hole of a dorm room I was in. Even the view is better! At least, I don't get drunkards from across the street shouting and cussing at each other or pretending they are rock stars. Now, I get cute doggies of all shapes and sizes run around and doing their business, kids and families walking down the footpath going about their business, or a squirrel jumping up and down the branches of this huge tree in front of my window picking up some business (nuts). It's a nice view. Can't complain.

You know, I could live here forever. :)

The First Week, Or So.

It's a chilly night in most part of London, and especially where I am, which is on the other side of the river. Mostly cause it's been raining the whole day. I'm pretty glad I took the time and effort to get my room in proper living conditions so I can just laze in here while I watch the rain trickle outside. See, it wasn't that heavy.

I did take a walk at about noon to Tesco. It's about a 10min walk from where I stay, and there is another supermarket, Costcutters, just below me. The price, however, is not as great as Tesco or even Sainsbury so I refuse to pay for more. Plus, I had all the time in the world, so why not take a little walk down the nice neighbourhood and get some cheap items, right?

'Cept that it was drizzling. Hmm...didn't think that through huh? Yeah...but it was alright in the end. Came home with all the things I need to live comfortably - toilet paper, bread, ham, detergent, coffee, sugar, coke...amongst other things.

I have eaten out a few times since I arrived in London. Besides the Gold Mine duck rice and maybe the Wanton Mee soup at London Chinatown, the (Chinese) food isn't that great and exorbitantly priced. I cook much better. And cheaper. Do you know, the price of one meal at any of these 'restaurants' can buy me supplies for 1 week of food? Yeah...THAT bad.

Which is great for me, cos I love love love supermarket shopping. And the produce here can be super duper cheap. Like a packet of cheese for 67p; that's about $1.30. And a lot of other stuff are cheap too...but I forgot the prices already. Anyway, it's great doing supermarket shopping here.

I've also caught Jersey Boys and Les Mis. Jersey Boys was beautiful. Loved the songs and the way it was presented. Les Mis was also excellent. Eponine, Jean Valjean and Javert were wonderfully played. The role of Marius was played by Nick Jonas of the Jonas Brother. Okay, not a big fan, and I thought he paled in comparison to the rest of the cast, but to be fair, I think he did a decent job.

Oh, in preparation of my room, I also headed down to Ikea and Argos. Ikea never lets me down, but the hot-dog area was a little filthy. I got all typical-Singaporeanish and started using wet-wipes (which I brought from SG) to wipe the table. I mean, there was ketchup and mustard stains all over. How to eat on it? Urgh! Argos was an eye-opener. Catalogue shopping is my new favourite type of shopping. Okay, maybe 2nd favourite.

Oh, as for selecting course (or what we call modules), my Singaporean roots came out again. I went into the system on the day and time it was open for registration and tried to register all the courses I want, plus select my timetable choices (some courses have more than 1 timeslot to choose from). Before I came to London, I was already looking at the courses I like and surveying the timeslots and options that would give me a good timetable. I had 2 main options, with alternative timetables for each option. Kiasu right? Yeah, you can take the girl out of SG, but you can't take the SG out of the girl.

Anyway, back to registering courses, I think I was far too efficient and quick for the system. End up, the system had some issues and didn't start exactly at 10am like they said they would. So after a whole day of dilly-dallying, I finally got in and got all the courses and timeslots I want. WAHAHAHAAAA....

BUT, it is not the end, because they have to approve everything, which is likely the case cause I didn't stray very much from the regulations. So if all goes the way I want, I could possibly have a two-day study week. Tuesdays and Wednesdays. NICE, right? WAHAHAHAHAAAA.....

So, it's been a rather fruitful week. It's the weekends, and I plan to go to town and get some stuff to continue with the sprucing up of my room. I have a list. Yes, I do. I always have lists. :)

Till then, tata~!

Goodbye Sunny-and-nowadays-flashflooded SG!

So the day is almost here. And by almost, I mean, just tomorrow. Yup, I'll be flying off from a hot, humid, tropical island, to a cold, gloomy, dry and bustling city!

Feeling excited, happy, and have been waiting for this day to come since, oh, can't even tell when. The countdown seemed to take forever, until the last couple of days, where it all seemed to flash by so quickly. Maybe it's the multiple farewell lunches/dinners/karaokes and the works.

Yet, also feeling slightly anxious. I don't know if my brain will activate when called upon. Not sure if I'd fit in. Not sure about a lot of things.

So God is my strength. And in times like these, I shall rest in Him and enjoy everything that He brings forth. I thank my Abba Father for everything and everything more.

Till a year later, SG!

5 Sep 2010

I must remember today. This day. This weekend.

What an awesome weekend; what an awesome day I had.

Dental, checked. Fish Head Curry, checked.

Yesterday was a busy, busy day. Much like the day before. And the day before.

I had a dental appointment. My first with a new dentist. My first dental visit in...like...3 years. I know, I'm not proud about it.

So I had this super teeth scaling and polishing that made my gums bleed. By bleed, I mean serious bleeding. It's as if my gums were having their period. Argh. It was a little uncomfortable at some bits, cos as much as I think I have been taking good care of my teeth, I haven't been taking good ENOUGH care of them.

And so, the dentist said it could be that I am prone to gum disease, and promptly gave me 2 special mouthwash to complement my dental care. And I promptly headed to Watsons after that to get me some new floss as well. No more half-hearted flossing. There is gonna be some SERIOUS flossing. I am determined to keep my sparklies sparkling for 1 year, till I can come back for my next dental.

My teeth felt so clean and bright, that I actually felt guilty drinking or eating anything besides plain water.

The irony was that I was meeting the past & present Hilltop girls for Fish Head Curry at Banana Leaf Apolo for dinner.

Argh!

Dinner, however, was FANTASTIC. While waiting for the 2 current Hilltop girls, Karen and I ordered a fish cutlet (minced fish, potato, spices) and some deep-fried onions-in-spices-thingy. When the girls finally arrived, we went straight for the jugular, and ordered a fish head curry, a masala prawn and a masala chicken. We all had biryani rice, which was yummy, and heaps of papadum. YUMMEH!

Dinner, of course, is not complete without lime juice and lots of updating, gossiping and chit-chating. It was a blast and I had fun picking on the leftovers while listening to the conversation(s). It was awesome.

No pictures because when the non-camera folks (past and present) come together, we generally forget to take photos, even when we already HAVE camera phones. Or maybe it was because we were all too hungry to bother. lol.

I'm so glad we met up. I'm so glad to know them, to have them as firm friends. They are part of a small group of people I know whom I feel I have some kind of affinity with. Some things just click with them. And it doesn't happen very often. So I'm glad.

All Cutesied Up!

I can't remember if I've mentioned this before, but in a bid to NOT spend $20-$30 bucks on a diary, and also to make use of my vast notebook collection (so that I can buy somemore), I decided to use one of my existing notebooks to create a schedule-cum-diary for the academic year. Yes, like one of those academic schedules/diaries in the market.

I kinda did it waaaay back in April or something; one of those months that I was too free and too broke (hence, the great idea). I used my highlighters, koped my sister's colourful thin marker pens, and started from September 2010 to June 2011. I figured, any further than June 2011, or specifically 2 July 2011, I will just jot them after that. Can't really see or imagine what I'll be doing after that anyway. For now.

So, it's a boring black notebook. To the naked eye, it looks...just like a boring black notebook.

BUT, thanks to Serena, who got us a whole bunch of cutesy stuff, I managed to cutesied it up a little.

Okay, she got us these cute index-stickers, and I thought, why not use them to index the different months? So I did.

Isn't it adorable! They look like little cutie-pies peeping out of the pages! hahaha...

And then, I thought I'll spice it up a little to add some class to it. I happened to have some Chanel ribbons from an event months ago. So, tada!

Serena also got us some cardholders.

I don't really know what to do with them. My sis suggested using the one of the right for my transport card when I go over. My sentiments exactly! So that I will do. Not sure what to do with the other though. Hmm...lemme go figure.

Packing up, up, UP!

I like packing. In fact, I love packing. I can pack waaaay in advance and find reasons to re-pack again, and again, and again.

Say for example, this BIG trip I'm going on. I started packing 4 months in advance. Yup, I'm all about 80% done with a little more than a month to go. And get this, I even create lists to help me pack.

But there is also packing that is not that fun.

Packing my room, for example, is a chore. No fun. At all.

And I kinda have to pack it up before I leave, seeing as to I won't be around for about a year. But looking around the room now...makes me sleepy.

And so I procrastinate. Another day. And another day.

And each time I wait another day, things pile up slowly.

I know! I shall make a timeline for when I need to do what! I love timelines too!!!

And lists. Did I mention I love to create lists?

45!

It's National Day! Singapore's Birthday! 45th!!

And coincidentally, it is also 45 days to go. Woah!!!

As you can see, I'm generally very excited about National Day, because there is NDP. It's been like that since I was young. National Day = NDP. And it's even more exciting because I'll be heading down to the Padang to watch NDP up-close and personal! Woosh!

This would be my 4th consecutive NDP. The last 3 years, I was on the ground with a pass. It was work, but not really. By the time it is actual day, there is very little left to do and I can really soak up the atmosphere, watch the parade, get all jumpy and excited when the troops march in/marchpast/march out/VIPs come/aircrafts zoom past, and sing the National Day songs, swinging my hands in the air and getting all watery-eyed.

And this year, I'd be on the stands. Still excited. Still happy I got blessed with tickets to go with my mum. She's excited too. I told her to prepare a red/white top, cap and sunglasses. She was parading in them yesterday. LOL.

On another note, this week is gonna be quite a special week.

Monday kicks off with National Day and NDP.

Tuesday and Wednesday - I'll be having my last lesson with my 2 classes. (Unfortunately, I may be observed for one. Argh.

And right after class, I'll be heading somewhere for a loooong over-dued relak-Jack holiday! Woosh! Sun, sand and sea, here I come!!!

And next Monday, I have my very important appointment. Fingers crossed, everything will be done!

To Do List...before I go

I have a brilliant plan.

To stuff myself with yummylicious food, loads of activities, and clear backlog before I pack my bags and am ready to go.

Here it goes.

1. Eat steamboat. At Tian Tian Steamboat.

2. Eat fish head curry, either at Muthu's or Banana Leaf Apollo.

3. Eat Tian Tian chicken rice at Maxwell. (Yes, I see the pattern here...tian tian.)

4. Eat otah. The one from Jalan Kayu. Loads of it.

5. My fill of chwee kuey, chee cheong fun and white kuey (in cantonese, I think it's "Pah Tong Gou".)

6. I need to use up my mani/pedi package. Last set, I think. My nails are in a terrible state. Argh!

I think that's it for now. Heeheehee

往事只能回味

From when I was a little kid, my mum would make us sing. I think she always liked music, but cause she has...how shall I describe this...a tone-issue, so she doesn't sing when there are others around.

She used to make us sing ALL kinds of songs, especially those she can't sing. Like Mandarin oldies, and Japanese songs. She can't read Chinese characters. So she'd tell us which songs she like and want us to learn. Then she would write down the hanyu pinyin of the Japanese words (cos at one point, she could read Jap) and make us learn the songs. After that, she'll make us sing the songs over, and over, and over again!

往事只能回味 was one of the songs she made me learn. And learn I did. I learnt the song so well that I knew every 转音, pitch and tone. My mum also knew exactly how to make me sing it over and over again; she'd say things like "Wah! You sound exactly like the singer!" and it'll boost my ego that I didn't mind singing it so many times over.

Recently heard the song on TV, and felt so tempted to sing it. No chance to, so I can only blog about it. One of these days, I should record myself singing all the old songs I used to sing. LOL.

Good, bad, happy, sad?

Some days, I wonder if the reason why I really cannot think of anything to blog about is because I am not miserable, depressed and sad.

I remember the times when I wrote stuff with so much emotions, innuendos and "philosophies of life". And I would always get these comments about how true they were and how I was speaking their minds, etc etc.

But you know what? I really wasn't happy then.

I suppose for many people, it's all these sad, miserable, depressing thoughts that gives them the inspiration to write. But I don't like how I felt then. I felt inadequate, unappreciated, unworthy, unhappy, and all the other words with a prefix in front of a nice, positive word to make it the exact opposite.

Nah...I don't want that. I like that I am happy now. That I am satisfied, yet hopeful. Joyful and feel completely worthy.

So I should write about things that makes me happy in life.

Like today, I went to church and heard an awesome sermon, despite feeling a little sleepy at times. Then, I had fish-head curry for dinner, even though I shouldn't, with my throat not feeling that great. And now, I am ALMOST done with grading this class.

Tomorrow, who knows what tomorrow will bring? I may not like it now (cos I have a class tomorrow), but hey, I know it'll be a blessed day and a day full of hope and happiness!

I may not be happy all the time, but I have joy in my heart, and I will be a happy person.

That's all that matters.

Hitting the half-year mark

Isn't it shocking that it's almost July already?!? Yup, half a year has gone by with the twinkling of an eye. In fact, many halves of years have gone by in the twinkling of an eye.

So what have I done this year thus far?

Actually, I don't like this question. I'm not one who looks at the past. Neither do I look too far into the future. I am a present person.

I like presents.

*ice cold*

To be honest, I can't recall much of what has happened, even in the last 6 months or so. I know, however, that I've had a very restful time. My mum would say TOO restful, but I beg to differ. I think it is necessary to rest. Rest physically, rest emotionally, rest mentally, rest in the Lord.

Anyway, it's the year of Restful Increase! So the more I rest, the more I'll have...whatever I want.

The next 6 months are gonna be a blast. That's for sure. Looking forward to infinity...and beyond~~~!!!

Countdown!

So school has re-started and I'm still feeling the lag from the 2-week break. I just have to keep reminding myself that each time I come to work, it's $_$!

Actually, the work isn't that bad. I generally still have a lot of time for myself. That's good, considering the countdown has begun! I have things to sort out and settle, but they are coming together. *happy*

Yesterday, I met the 2 angels for lunch. They had tons to update me, which I always enjoy, regardless whether I am there or not. I do miss interacting with them sometimes, and we had so much fun as a team. And now that it's almost NDP peak season, I miss singing National Day songs with them in the office while we slog our guts out. Now, when I sing National Day songs at home or with friends, it's just not the same. Everyone thinks I'm nuts. Not them. haha

Well, this Friday would also be a fun one. Meeting Kite, my ex-student from MC/MS days, and Chriz, my our-chemisty-is-always-soooo-good singing partner for late lunch and KARAOKE!!! Wow, it seems like forever since I last sang. I don't know if I can sing now. Honestly. Baaaah...

I wanna sing all the Glee songs!!!

On other note, in preparation for my *ahem* destination of countdown, I have borrowed Lim Chong Yah's book Southeast Asia The Long Road Ahead. How's THAT for heavy bedtime reading?

Morning struggles

This morning, much like many mornings, I struggled to wake up.

I only woke up because my mum woke me up to eat lunch. At 9am. Yes, this has been the norm recently. She will cook at 8plus, and lunch is served by 9.

So I woke up, brushed my teeth, and slowly, struggled to eat lunch at 9am.

Lunch today was macaroni-shells and seafood soup. Yummy, but still not easy to eat so early in the morning. Nevertheless, I finished the whole bowl.

Now, I'm struggling the sleepy bug, 1.5hours after I am out of my bed.

Winner.

The Girls are Baaaack! (SATC 2)

Finally caught SATC 2 yesterday with Shir and Lynn (her colleague/friend). We had Pepper Lunch for dinner (super yumz, as always), and laughed about googling our names. Yeah, I do that from time to time. I have to make sure nobody is talking crap about me!

Anyway, SATC 2 was...okay. I mean, it's not gonna be anything serious ANYWAY. It's just for old times' sake that I catch it, and I will probably be watching it a couple more times on the plane or HBO or on DVD. Yeah...I'll buy, just to make the collection complete. heh heh

Love love LOVE Miranda the most. I think she's the most sane of the lot, and the most smart of the lot, and the most...real of the lot? I don't know why but unlike most girls, I connect with Miranda the most. You know how they say that girls always relate to one or more of the SATC characters. Well, not in that sense, but I just find Miranda quite...relatable (for lack of a better word).

Anyway, Shir teared again. She tears very easily. She teared the last time we watched SATC, which was understandable 'cos of the failed wedding scene. She teared this time around again. haha

Oh yes...but Abu Dhabi looks good in there. Of course, that's really Morocco cos they couldn't get a licence to film there. I can see why. Hahahahaaaa...Samantha, oh, Samantha.

Enjoyed it, nevertheless. Always did, always will.

Not the best blog in the world

i'd been reading the blogs of the news presenters at CNA and came across Ali Smith's one on "The Best Blog In The World".

And after reading a few others, I got real guilty for not writing more on my blog. And not often enough.

So though my blog may not be the best in the world, it's enough for me to keep friends updated, and to jot down memories that I could use to write a memoir if I ever get famous in future.

Of course, it's all just pretty talk and daydreaming...about the memoir. You see, I'm reading LKY's memoirs. But it got me thinking that if someone did compiled all the blog postings I've ever written, plus all the journals I have, you'd get quite a decent idea of who I am, what I like, dislike, and what I think about certain things.

But I digress, Nothing unusual here. I always digress.

So what have I been up to?

I've been planning, packing and preparing.

To do what?

To get away from it all, once and for all!













Nah, I'm just kidding. About the getting away from it all.

Keeping you in suspense, whoever YOU are.

Yeah, even if you are one of those people who are trying to find out more about me, or trying to figure what I'm doing, or think you have an idea of what I'm doing. Whatever rocks your boat, man.

Oh, for those who already know, YES, I am THAT (over-)excited! :D

But otherwise, I've been obsessed with the songs in Glee. And Carrie Underwood. I would like to go for a KTV session where all we do is sing songs from Glee.

Hey, Glee creators, an idea here! Why don't you make a Glee Karaoke DVD. I betcha, it will sell like hotcakes.

I'll buy it in a heartbeat!

Nana, out!

Back to the 70s...

i'm very late (as usual) on the photos-front of things. so just to make it slightly more coherent, i'm gonna post up pics in a chronological order.

first up, was the "Psychedelic 70s". it's our annual year-end party! we all dressed up to the sevens and the girls and i did a little somethin'-somethin'.

started our day with last-min rehearsals at mdc.

memorise lyrics, memorise steps, memorise places...aiyo...

then we headed down to mimolette to watch the people dressed the place up!

and of course, we dressed up too...as witnessed.

and started taking photos..

us girls (the mimolettes) with our sifu jeffrey!!

and...let the show begin...

presenting...

MIKE

and the Mimolettes!

we did a grease medley. there's mike with his orange ass-tight pants and leather jacket.

and us in our super psychedelic look!

(i like my outfit very very much!!!)

capping off with the last song: we go together!

and our final pose!

it was a grand night, a great night. i enjoyed myself loads! it's been a while since i performed, and it looks like it may be a while before i'll be able to do this again.

good times, girls, good times. =)