Serenade.

It's been almost five years since I first left SG, the place that I'd lived in for the past 19 years. I am now 24 and I still find it difficult, packing my bags and preparing to leave, especially after 2.5 months of familiarity, friends, family, food and fun (My five Fs :p). The mere thought of the seven-hour economy class flight makes me SICK. And don't even remind me about the horrible assignment that starts with the evil letter T that is due on June 8.

Nonetheless, it's been an awesome vacation this time, with many (inevitable) ups and downs such as reconnecting with long-lost friends (primary school classmates!!!), getting to know some people better, spending time with the family, the visit to Cambodia, and well, attempting to mend a broken friendship which did not happen eventually... but still it was good, it was all good.

A very sincere Thank You to the people who have made my holiday so memorable, even those whom I didn't manage to spend alot of time with, as well as those whom I didn't even get to meet this time - it is impossible to name you guys here, but it is the very presence of you people which reminded me that despite the many things I dislike about this country, this is still my home, and probably where I will settle for the rest of my life (unless I meet some really too-good-to-pass-up gorgeous guy somewhere else!).

So... for the last time before I finally come home with a proper-proper degree...........

Goodbye :)

xox

Black parade.

没有你的这些日子，的确还是有点不习惯。

祝志伟表弟，新年快乐。


疼爱你，挂念你的

姐姐

C'est la vie, mon cheri.

I've told myself that the next guy who sweeps me off my feet will be some kick-ass broody guitarist with tons of character and attitude, just like P'Hack :) Love love love!

Special thanks to www.soft.com.sg

Kurumi.

I suppose one of the most horrifying things that can ever happen to you is this one called The Return of the Ex-Crush. I am of course exaggerating, but I would think the experience can be likened to the feeling of being locked overnight alone in the toilet, or when you realise that you've lost the word document of your 12000-word thesis after your hard disk died. Yes, it is THAT scary.

On Sunday night I went with Gabby to the airport, to see one of our ex-classmates (RK) off to Warsaw, Poland, on exchange. It had slipped my mind that RK was close friends with this boy I used to really REALLY like back in DHS (bah teenage crushes!!), so naturally I was totally unprepared for him coming to see RK off that night as well. When I heard Gabby say "I think SM (real initials of ex-crush withheld to protect his identity as well as my reputation) would be here too", I literally froze and thought to myself "OMG WHAT?????!!!!!" =_= It's been about eight years since we were last in touch and I had no idea how I was going to react if and when he appeared. Okay, I know it was a stupid crush waaaaaay back in 1998-99, so technically it wasn't supposed to create feelings loosely related to 'oh shit oh crap oh damn' anymore, but for some reason the thought of seeing him again felt dreadful and it made me feel like vanishing into nothingness! -_-

So... SM showed up at the airport and as you might have guessed... no, he did NOT recognise me and therefore did not come up to say hello (to think that people say I haven't changed a bit since primary school). I decided to screw it and face reality so I went up to him at some point and took the initiative to say hi, and it was THEN that he realised that I was his old friend from secondary school (hur hur). We exchanged some small talk and he went on to say how I have changed so much he couldn't recognise me (?!), blah blah blah..... nevermind. Anyhow, reconnecting with him wasn't as nerve-wrecking as I had imagined, but as we spoke I could feel those stupid crush-related secondary school memories flooding my brain, arrggghhh!!!!! From our ridiculous and nonsensical cyber friendship and free-of-charge locker cleanups (hee hee), to how I literally MADE him come to watch me perform in one of our public CO concerts, to the stuffed toy beanie dog I bought for him from, of ALL places, China!!! It was all so DUMB, and it didn't help that he most probably knew I had a thing for him then -_-

Before we parted ways at the airport I said goodbye to him without the slightest intention of keeping in touch (because I knew we most probably wouldn't), and to my surprise he asked for my phone number, hmmm. I've got an extra contact now, but we shall see if he ends up being another victim of my annual "contact list cleanup" on my MSN and mobile phone.

Oh, and just in case you are wondering what on earth this supposedly great guy looks like now.... well, let's just say that he looks................. different. Though I think he still manages to avoid being put into the "WTF was I thinking???!!!" category. For now, that is :-)

And with this silence brings a moral story
More importantly evolving
Is the glory of a boy.

Jason Mraz - You And I Both.

The girl in the other room.

Why everyone, say hello to Project Superstar 3.

(well okay, maybe not really....)

Melody.

Valentine's Day 2007 is less than a week away, and I am, once again, without a V-Day date. This is not a case of sour grapes but it's not like I really want or need one anyway, considering the love cynic I have grown to become. I have, however, consolidated a list of qualities I would like to see in my ideal partner (assuming he exists), with reference to my past crushes and ex-loves. Note that those highlighted in bold are qualities that cannot be absent.

1) Plays at least one musical instrument (an ability to sing is a bonus)

2) Plays or at least watches soccer (my ultimate definition of manhood)

3) Is free-spirited; does not like conforming to social norms; different; unique

4) Communicates well in English (billingualism in Mandarin would also be welcome with open arms, better still if he speaks Japanese)

5) Is NOT repulsively ugly

6) Is at least 1.73 m in height (I need someone relatively taller to balance it out)

7) Shares my taste in music

8) Appreciates movies, Hollywood-produced and indie flicks alike

9) Reads (fiction or non-fiction I don't care but please just READ)

10) Possesses intelligence and wit

11) Possesses a good sense of humour

12) Is well-educated

13) Likes coffee and can differentiate between macchiato, cappuccino and latte

14) Is dark-haired (i.e. no blondes, natural or unnatural)

15) Is family-oriented (mummy's boys are reluctantly acceptable)

16) Eats whatever I don't or can't finish

17) Has an OK dress sense (bonus points given for cologne/fragrance)

18) Is reflective, thoughtful and idealistic

19) Is kind to animals and the elderly; compassionate

20) Puts up with my shitty behaviour

21) Gets along well with my parents, family and close friends

22) Clean shaven (scruffy look accepted in exceptional cases)

Any straight (gay and bisexual also welcome on case-by-case basis, I am extremely gay-friendly) male human being out there who believes he fits the bill or would like to get to know me better is welcome to send in an application via email by Tuesday, February 13th. Please attach a non-Photoshopped recent (within one year) picture of yourself.

Thank you.

Desperado.

Does anyone remember the old me; the times when I used to look like this? Hmm... not like I've changed much, but there are definitely some differences :p

Only you have that magic technique.

Daren's final song before they announced the winner of PSS 2.

When Daren was crowned winner (raaaarrr!!!!) and the stage was filled with all that confetti (fake snow? o_O). Pretty, I like :)

X X X

I was very lucky to have gotten four tickets from CQ to watch the Grand Final live at the Indoor Stadium (I am seriously grateful), so I went with HJ, Ah Mao and Yuki-chan on Sunday night. Only two of the four of us were there to support and scream for Daren - the other two had other random reasons for wanting to come along, hee hee... but all in all, it was great fun and definitely different from watching it on TV (duh). And I just KNEW he would win laaaaa, even though I had my eyebrows raised when he tried to do Michael Buble's "Sway". (errr sorry Daren you know I love you but you cannot do jazz). Oh, and I have to mention that the person who sat beside me (*wink wink*) actually had tears in her eyes when the runner-up gave a sincere and heartfelt thank-you speech. I guess the resident 'hum bao' (i.e. ME) has to give up her seat to someone else now :p

Gary

As I've mentioned in an earlier post, Gary Cao came to the event as a special guest and even though he only sang ONE song that lasted a pathetic four minutes (what a letdown), he stole the show and stole our hearts with that absolutely to-die-for voice. Love!!!!!!!!! ^_^ (And no, he did not sing "Superwoman" - arrrgghh!!!).

P.S. The Vietnam Superstar? ....... =_='''

X X X

I looked back on my previous few posts and realise that I have blogged about nothing but movies, celebrities, reality TV shows and the like since I got back to Singapore *gasp*. I have stopped thinking, reflecting and observing and become the bimbo who has taken to idol chasing and doing nothing but write about good-looking guys.

My brain will become a stale lump of grey matter by the time the semester starts. This won't do. I shall (attempt to) start writing something intelligent!!!!!!!

A turning tide
Lovers at a great divide
Why did you laugh
When I know that you hurt inside?

Keane - Nothing In My Way.

(There is) no greater love.

I do not understand or speak a word of Thai, but I am one who believes that music transcends language barriers, and I have a dear friend to thank for introducing Clash and taking me to their gig in Melbourne three years ago. They are the best, and also my favourite, Thai rock band (though I cannot say the same for this very strange album cover from their latest CD o_O).

I took some time (and money - ouch!!!) off to watch them perform live at HRC on Wednesday night. Left the venue feeling robbed of my time and money (they not only started damn late but only performed for what seemed like 30-40 minutes), BUT their stage presence was awesome and even though I didn't know what they were singing/saying, I had a really good time with only my camera and a Carlsberg for company. It was not my first time watching a performance alone... but a mini ROCK gig in a language I do not comprehend?!!

I amaze myself sometimes...

Ok, back to Youtube :p