Coffee Prince. So Sweeeeet!!!

I'm a hopeless romantic. And I absolutely loved this Korean drama "Coffee Prince". Cute tomboyish girl pretends to be a guy in order to work as a barrista in a cafe, owned by suave (but super sweet) guy who eventually falls for her. I don't know the whole story, cos I only watched from the last 8 episodes or so onwards. But it doesn't matter, cos it only mattered that suave guy finally found out tomboy is female, and they spend such sweet, normal couple moments together!!!

*heart flutters*

I mean, like, they're really sweet. From the way she falls asleep talking to him over the phone, to him waking up to her snoring over the phone (cos they never hung up), to him hanging up finally in the morning and calling her again to sing a song to her...I mean, like, it's such a normal, couple thing to do! And the way they play with each other's hands when he's driving, it's just so sweet normal. Someone directing or producing the show must be a female who absolutely knows that normal sweet stuff make fantastic tv for romantics like me! Last episode tomorrow!

I wish

I wish...
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I wish I didn't have to do so much paperwork. It's just so darn disgusting.
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I wish I could be a little more comfortable with emo kids. Especially those who tell you they're feeling emo at that very moment. And they need to listen to emo songs there and then. Or rather, they don't ask you, they just listen.
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I wish things could be all right, and never not all right.
God, are you not...did you not...will you not? (2 Chronicles 20)
Yes God, of course God, you will make things all right.
I don't want to feel helpless anymore.
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I was happy today, when I said "nice try" and he smiled.
It's nice when they smile.
I feel. Good.

Demo: 愛情

The whole of last week was like crap. Feels good today to record a song. It's my Chinese demo of Karen Mok's 愛情. Check it out on slumbering.multiply.com

damn stressed

so damn stressed, i don't have time to answer smses.
if i'm gonna stay late at work again, or go to work on saturdays, i'm gonna puke blood and die.
ARRRRGHHHH!!!!!!!
why did i agree to take it on???????? i should hv just rejected it!!!!!

SIANZ.

in times like these, i just have to go no frills on things that are not that important. oh God, pls help me and grant me favour. even when i submit stuff late, pls let it be ok. thank you very much.

Him and him

Him #1:
Yesterday, just half an hour before I knocked off, I was hanging around the office counter, chatting (and destressing) with some colleagues when the door swung open and L appeared. There are some youths that have a special place in my heart (I can't explain why), and L is one of them.

It was a surprise to see him, because we've always met in school and never at my centre. He is one of those rare cool, good-looking boys who never fail to earn secret compliments from me and my colleagues. Why, yes, we do look forward to eye candy at work!

He had come to "whine", as he so put it. He was demoralised that some teachers kept insisting that he was not good enough to take his O levels this year, and should have gone to ITE instead. I hardly get angry for students, because I usually try to take an objective stance. But yesterday, I was really quite angry, because this was a student who once attended school for only half a year and decided that that needed to change because he wanted to work hard for his N levels.

He did well enough for his N levels to be promoted to Sec 5, and now he is being discouraged from pursuing his Os. He even tells me: "I wouldn't have come back to school if I wasn't serious about my O levels right?"

Angry!

Him #2:
Today, I received an unexpected phone call from A, another of those rare cool, good-looking boys. For 15 minutes, the 17-year-old was bellowing over the phone and his voice was hoarse from all the shouting. I really felt for him, the sense of never being good enough for his guardians, knowing that he has nothing left in this world except these guardians whom he feels blames him for coming into their lives. It was a very, very sad phonecall for me. I truly did not know what to say, except to listen to him go on and on, expletives and all.

Heartwrenching...

Ethan's 3rd birthday

Ethan has turned 3. Ethan mummy threw a "void deck" party for Ethan, some of his friends, and children of Ethan mummy's friends. Poor Ethan mummy was so upset that the kids had such a short attention span and preferred to play with balloons and balls rather than take part in her painstakingly prepared games. Aww... Anyways, here is Ethan (left in pic) and friend Zach (I think that's how his name is spelt! Sorry Lena if I got it wrong!). At least the boys still enjoyed this yakult bottle game - fill your pistol with water and see how many bottles you can hit!


Zach is Lena's three-year-old nephew (I think he's 3!) and he's such a cutie. He can pronounce big words like "experiment" and "stegosaurus", and he can tell you what a tsunami is. He says it this way: "A tsunami is a tidal wave caused by an undersea earthquake." FWAH!!! Super lor...Hahahaha. And he told me two jokes that were so funny because he found them so funny to tell!

If I remember correctly, one joke goes something like that...
Joke: "What do you call a pig who can do karate?"
Ans: PORK CHOPS!!!

HAHAHAHAHA.

The artist

I wanted to write about my experience visiting a brand new school for teens artistically inclined, because there has been so much hype about it. But writing about it might pose a conflict of interests, since my agency's services have been engaged by it. All I can say is that this is the first time I've witnessed students enjoying a singing lesson during assembly, as the animated music HOD was determined to have them sing the national anthem beautifully. By the way, it was sung a capella, with the music HOD singing the introduction to it. Quite revolutionary, I thought.

Being there made me wonder if I would have made it to the school if there was such an institution in my time. I think maybe not, because my classical piano grades sucked. And I hated to practise classical pieces. Plus, I lack passion. But it would have been pretty inspiring to study with a whole bunch of artistic teens, I guess!

I'm pretty determined to brush up on my piano and synth skills this year though, because of the excellent music worship team I play with. I think without them, I would have been even lazier. It's weird huh, how they have so much passion and I don't. Can't really call myself a music lover, but I know without music, I'd feel empty. I'm such a contradiction.

And, sigh...it seems I really do have a soft spot for guy musicians. It would really be a bonus if the next one who comes along is a church musician. It would be great if we both could serve together in the music worship ministry. That would be simply perfect. Then again, I don't know what's gonna happen for me this year, so I just gotta wait. Quite painful...

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From 2007 to 2008

The worst of 2007:
That would have to be being cheated on by the ex - for a married woman, no less. That's not even the worst part. He put me under the impression that the breakup had to happen because we couldn't agree on whether or not to have kids. The truth? Well, I guess going back to the woman after he promised me he wanted to make a clean break with her says enough, right?

I thought I would never be able to say all these to anybody, but now I can. I did ask a friend before: Is it worse to have the man cheating blatantly on you, or him acting like he still loves you but does all these things behind your back? She said, the latter. And that was him. Him, I thought I'd knew so well, but didn't at all. Just two words to describe him: Fucking Bastard.

All I can say is that in all my 28 years, this is the first time someone has trampled on my self-worth. It's somewhat more horrible than experiencing the death of a loved one. At least you know you're powerless against death. But to be powerless against someone snatching away a big part of your esteem, does make you seem like quite a failure really. Rejection is that terrible feeling that can make you feel so unwanted, so desperate. And that's how I felt. Not the loss of someone I used to love.

The best of 2007:
That would be how God saved me from the relationship, and preserved me. I know He listens and He knows. Like how he gave a church friend a dream about me, and the message that God wants me, and God made me unique and special, and that I should not question my uniqueness. Yes, He always knows. But as I am human, I need to heal. But I know that as I go through the valleys (which I always will), He will be there to carry me through. I must always trust Him.

Other bests of 2007 would be an enjoyable job, good health, my supportive family and beautiful girlfriends. To all the girls who've journeyed with me through 2007, I love you all.