I signed the contract to be a Pro-FLAiR once again. I hope this year will be a less stressful one.
I wonder how the kids will be like this year.
Just as adorable I'm sure.
Must remember not to have favourites!!
Monday, January 28, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Credits & Distinctions
My nephew Cyrus just got his 'O' levels results recently. He got the same number of points as me!!! That was so interesting. He was also the top Express student in his school but I'm not supposed to tell anyone because he's embarrassed for his school so I shall not reveal its name. That said, I AM SO PROUD OF HIM!!! To add to my jubilation (somewhat warped as it is) he's currently at TPJC...my alma mater!! Hope he chooses to stay there.
I remember the day I got my 'O' levels results. It was somewhere in March 2003, first day of the fasting month. My friends and I all agreed to come in Baju Kurung ha ha that was a sight to see. As my form teacher had gone AWOL the previous year, we collected our slips from I don't remember who. I was so nervous I didn't open the slip myself. My friend, Dil opened it for me. A miracle of sorts happened that day. I could never quite get over my grades.
Anyway, I really hope for good things for him in whatever future he will carve out for himself.
I remember the day I got my 'O' levels results. It was somewhere in March 2003, first day of the fasting month. My friends and I all agreed to come in Baju Kurung ha ha that was a sight to see. As my form teacher had gone AWOL the previous year, we collected our slips from I don't remember who. I was so nervous I didn't open the slip myself. My friend, Dil opened it for me. A miracle of sorts happened that day. I could never quite get over my grades.
Anyway, I really hope for good things for him in whatever future he will carve out for himself.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Jay Chou in Concert
I was so high after watching Jay in concert last night. Or as the Taiwanese would say, "Hao high ah!!" Seriously, the sound system was good. His voice resonated so well and sounded amazing and moved me. I love the boy but we know he is not a powerhouse singer. He arranged the songs well, good mix of up-tempo and ballads and selections from throughout his career so far. Although it was a little upsetting not to hear Qi Li Xiang and Long Juan Feng but hey his rendition of Kai Bu Liao Kou made me cry.
He also used visuals to good effect. Loved the clips that played while he was singing. It was also hilarious to see Chow Yuan Fatt (acting like a rapper) and Jacky Cheung singing Ting Ma Ma De Hua.
And of course, he had to impress with playing various instruments. You know, I can't handle seeing a man playing instruments.
It was a thoroughly enjoyable night. Apart from the standard couple of stares I got, I was beaming all the way and several hours later. And hey I have this to remember it by.
He also used visuals to good effect. Loved the clips that played while he was singing. It was also hilarious to see Chow Yuan Fatt (acting like a rapper) and Jacky Cheung singing Ting Ma Ma De Hua.
And of course, he had to impress with playing various instruments. You know, I can't handle seeing a man playing instruments.
It was a thoroughly enjoyable night. Apart from the standard couple of stares I got, I was beaming all the way and several hours later. And hey I have this to remember it by.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Hormonal Hostage
This is something that I need to rant about although it’s something that I cannot possibly avoid as I advance in years. Ever since I turned thirty, weird things keep happening to me and my body has been taken captive by villains called estrogen and testosterone.
PMS is wreaking havoc in my life!!! During my teens and twenties, I did experience a few of the symptoms but now at this age, it almost seems that I go through the whole gamut.
In no particular order of distress:
- Tender breasts (Double ouch)
- Bloating (Fat tummy does not help)
- Bad dull skin (Hate to look in the mirror when this happens)
- Tiredness (For no reason)
- Food cravings (Anything and everything)
- Extreme thirst (Multiple loo visits at night)
- Irritability (Barely restrained rage)
- Depression (Black clouds wherever I go)
- Heightened sexuality (Horny!!! Actually I’m not sure whether this a documented symptom)
- Crying bouts (Korean dramas do not help)
Maybe I should think of buying Evening Primrose or the like to take the edge off things. It kind of helps to know that others go through the same thing, give or take a few symptoms.
PMS is wreaking havoc in my life!!! During my teens and twenties, I did experience a few of the symptoms but now at this age, it almost seems that I go through the whole gamut.
In no particular order of distress:
- Tender breasts (Double ouch)
- Bloating (Fat tummy does not help)
- Bad dull skin (Hate to look in the mirror when this happens)
- Tiredness (For no reason)
- Food cravings (Anything and everything)
- Extreme thirst (Multiple loo visits at night)
- Irritability (Barely restrained rage)
- Depression (Black clouds wherever I go)
- Heightened sexuality (Horny!!! Actually I’m not sure whether this a documented symptom)
- Crying bouts (Korean dramas do not help)
Maybe I should think of buying Evening Primrose or the like to take the edge off things. It kind of helps to know that others go through the same thing, give or take a few symptoms.
Friday, January 04, 2008
Civic Sanctuary
I went to the library this afternoon. My usual haunts are the TRL or BCL depending on my mood. Since I had errands to run at Bedok, I went there.
I love going to the library alone.
To me it’s almost like a sacred experience, a pilgrimage every time. I usually don’t have a fixed title that I look for. I browse through the shelves, touching the book spines, inhaling the musky scents that only old paper could have. The new books all sparkly clean and virginal. (Yes I could get excited wondering whether I am the first to read it!) I will be patient, waiting for a title to jump out at me or peer at the spaces where a gem might be hidden, shyly tucked away. I could spend 2 hours on that journey, taking my time to determine my selection.
I don’t think that the proverb “Don’t judge a book by its cover” can be taken literally although yes I do believe its idiomatic value holds up. Maybe I’m being superficial but I do judge a book by its cover. It has to speak to me - the look, the title and the blurbs. I know the book has sold itself when I go “Hello…what is this!” in my mind of course though sometimes I do speak aloud. Perhaps that’s why the library officers keep giving me queer looks.
In a way, these books have been my constant source of inspiration and motivation, especially over these past 5 years. Whenever I feel funky and in need of some wise or even not too wise words, I head down to that civic sanctuary. I know I will find comfort and consolation there.
I love going to the library alone.
To me it’s almost like a sacred experience, a pilgrimage every time. I usually don’t have a fixed title that I look for. I browse through the shelves, touching the book spines, inhaling the musky scents that only old paper could have. The new books all sparkly clean and virginal. (Yes I could get excited wondering whether I am the first to read it!) I will be patient, waiting for a title to jump out at me or peer at the spaces where a gem might be hidden, shyly tucked away. I could spend 2 hours on that journey, taking my time to determine my selection.
I don’t think that the proverb “Don’t judge a book by its cover” can be taken literally although yes I do believe its idiomatic value holds up. Maybe I’m being superficial but I do judge a book by its cover. It has to speak to me - the look, the title and the blurbs. I know the book has sold itself when I go “Hello…what is this!” in my mind of course though sometimes I do speak aloud. Perhaps that’s why the library officers keep giving me queer looks.
In a way, these books have been my constant source of inspiration and motivation, especially over these past 5 years. Whenever I feel funky and in need of some wise or even not too wise words, I head down to that civic sanctuary. I know I will find comfort and consolation there.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
To Be Introduced or Not To Be Introduced
“It’s just an introduction; the rest is up to you…”
Remember that tagline, the one they used for SDU eons ago. I remember laughing at the ad when I saw it on tv. But now it’s hitting me on the face with full force. A guy friend of mine (the husband of one of my closest friends) broached this subject a few weeks back. He has a friend of his from uni days. He thought it would be a good idea for him and I to get acquainted.
Bells went off in my head. Not wedding ones - alarms. I tend to get apprehensive over this sort of thing. I would only go out with someone if he has seen me or at least a picture of me beforehand. I have had experiences where guys I got to know via email did the disappearing act when I gave them my picture. A guy friend told me that some guys would not even want to have lady friends who are not easy on the eye. The shallowness of it all. So I suggested that the guy to be introduced check out my facebook account – to see my picture, then decide after that. I left the matter there.
Then I deliberated on it some more. I started thinking about whether I wanted to go through with it in the first place. The quandary is this. On one hand, I know I should get to know more men and in the dearth of eligible ones right now, I should go all carpe diem and make full use of opportunities laid my way. On the other, I kept thinking about the hang ups I had, the getting-to-know-you phase, the dating game.
I find myself feeling tired. Tired to try, tired of wondering whether this time it will be different, it will work, that somehow this one will see me for who I am. It’s not that I lack the confidence in myself. It’s more that I don’t have the confidence in men. The men I loved may have loved parts of me – my voice, my conversation, my company. But none so far was strong enough to take all of me.
For now, a suggestion that the four of us get together for a casual dinner was proposed.
The ball is in my court.
Remember that tagline, the one they used for SDU eons ago. I remember laughing at the ad when I saw it on tv. But now it’s hitting me on the face with full force. A guy friend of mine (the husband of one of my closest friends) broached this subject a few weeks back. He has a friend of his from uni days. He thought it would be a good idea for him and I to get acquainted.
Bells went off in my head. Not wedding ones - alarms. I tend to get apprehensive over this sort of thing. I would only go out with someone if he has seen me or at least a picture of me beforehand. I have had experiences where guys I got to know via email did the disappearing act when I gave them my picture. A guy friend told me that some guys would not even want to have lady friends who are not easy on the eye. The shallowness of it all. So I suggested that the guy to be introduced check out my facebook account – to see my picture, then decide after that. I left the matter there.
Then I deliberated on it some more. I started thinking about whether I wanted to go through with it in the first place. The quandary is this. On one hand, I know I should get to know more men and in the dearth of eligible ones right now, I should go all carpe diem and make full use of opportunities laid my way. On the other, I kept thinking about the hang ups I had, the getting-to-know-you phase, the dating game.
I find myself feeling tired. Tired to try, tired of wondering whether this time it will be different, it will work, that somehow this one will see me for who I am. It’s not that I lack the confidence in myself. It’s more that I don’t have the confidence in men. The men I loved may have loved parts of me – my voice, my conversation, my company. But none so far was strong enough to take all of me.
For now, a suggestion that the four of us get together for a casual dinner was proposed.
The ball is in my court.
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