Wednesday, May 31

Sigh. It's one of those days where you wish you can just throw caution to the wind, grab your passport, pack a few essentials and catch the first plane to anywhere.

I miss my boss. I got noone to bitch to about the million things that niggle at me. How can she be so selfish and go off and give birth at a time like this?

I so need that chalet by the beach holiday in June. Can't beleive that it will be another 10 days before that happens! And then, somebody promised to take me clubbing to see Kumar on the 16th. Hope this time he bloody shows up! (Kumar, not the someone)

I just need to get through this miserable error-ridden week.

You can do this, Nal!!!

Tuesday, May 30

10 things you never knew about me

1)I learnt classical Indian dance (barathanatyam) for 12 years.

2) I have only ever had 6 boyfriends in my life, and I think I only truly loved one of them.

3) I have a seven minute attention span on any one topic. Beyond that, I will either change the subject or pretend to see someone I know and walk away.

4) I check out other women all the time. Not because I swing that way, or have any tendencies. I just think we are beautiful.

5) My pet peeve is tardiness. I hate waiting for people. Especially we have already made an appointment, for Pete's sake. We have mobile phones. You can call.

6) My favourite movie of all time is "The Fisher King", starring Robin Williams and Jeff Bridges. Check it out, its way cool.

7) I can't poo unless I read. If I don't have a book, I read labels, or instructions on the shampoo bottle.

8)I think my worse feature is my big hooked nose. Its big, unfeminine and gets in the way when I kiss someone.

9) If I wasn't in marketing, I think I would be a professional traveller - like Ian Wright.

10) Lastly, my face is thinner than my body. So most pple who think I look good in mug shots are sorely disappointed when they see me in RL. I can see it on your faces, people. Don't lie to make me feel better.

Monday, May 29

My Saturday at the Polyclinic.

I know. It sounds like the kind of title your teacher made you write compositions about when you were in primary four, except for the one little detail. Polyclinics are seldom associated with relaxing gambols, sumptuous food, lazy hours passed in ennui and finally sheer teeth clenching boredom, until someone decides, "Enough of this crap, its time to go home".

My Saturday morning at Woodlands Polyclinic had all these elements and more. The reason for the occasion - Hanan, my six year old had been nursing a bad cold, and was beginning to sound like a 50 year old with a 20-a-day habit. It was time to get the throat checked out.

We got there at 9:30. The flashing LED board said "Waiting time for walk-ins, approx 2hrs 15 mins". Fool that I was, I didn't beleive them.

After waiting 30 mins to get the freakin' room number, my son and I decided to go across the street to Teh Tarik Eating House to get a milo dinosaur and a prata. We took our time eating, but we were done by 10:30. (six year olds don't laze as well as adults, I reckon. He was raring to go).

From 10:30 to 11:30, we did the following:-
- played in the playground (15 mins)
- used the bathroom (5 mins)
- read a short book (5 mins)
- read a longer book (5.5 mins)
- Played a few rounds of UNO (10 Mins)
- held each other and rocked (35 mins)

Its really, really hard to kill an hour at the polyclinic. I am told war is like that too. Long periods of boredom followed by short bursts of excitement.

Finally, it happened. No 2308. Time check 11:30.

Time check 11:35. We are downstairs at the pharmacy waiting for medication, which took another 30 mins.

Somewhere in that 5 mins, we entered a room, exchanged pleasantries with Dr Premdevi, got Hanan examined, diagnosed with swollen tonsils and got prescribed medication. It all happened so quickly, I did not even register it. 2 hour wait for a 2 min examination - am I the only one who thinks there is something wrong with this picture?

Oh, and to end this entry in true Pri 4 compo mode - we went home, tired but happy.

All the more reason I will ask for good health above wealth or riches. 2 hours to get healed just ain't right.

Thursday, May 25

Conspiracy Theory


Recently I read a book about a Catholic Church conspiracy theory. This guy and his girlfriend stumble upon a secret scroll which would allow a group of gnostics to gain control of the Church and its policies. The guy then consults his friends, who are experts in their fields to decipher the contents of this scroll. Turns out one of the friends is actually a mole, an undercover agent for the secret organisation who would have killed the guy if he did not destroy him, and the scroll first.

Hmmm... sounds familar. Where else have I read a similar story?

You see, the book that I read is called "The Book of Q" by Johnathan Rabb. Not the much-popularised and , in some circles, feared, "Da Vinci Code" by Dan Brown.

You can read the review of the book here:
http://www.bookreporter.com/reviews/060960483X.asp

Now, I don't know who plagiarised who, but the plot lines and the general conspiracy of the stories are very similar. Secret cult that broke away from the Church. Fallen Hero doing his best. Secret codes. Redemption of the truth. Exotic locations.Churches with secret runes and carvings.

The difference is this - one was written in 2001, way before Mel Gibson produced "The Passion of Christ". Da Vinci Code was written in 2004, when plans to release "The Passion" at Easter 2005 were already put forth.

The devil is a copycat. He does not have one creative bone in his body. His only talent is that he can copy what God makes, pervert it with half truths and hold the largest marketing campaign possible for his "creation", so everybody hears about it.

So obviously, the best way to smear the name of Jesus is to copy the idea and fund his own deviation cinema, i.e "Da Vinci Code".

I am not gonna blame Dan Brown, call him the anti-Christ or anything like that. He is just a guy who provided the devil with the right tool at the right time.

Jonathan Rabb, on the other hand, who had put as much research and work into his book, released it before the devil could use it for damage.

But my point folks, is that books like the Da Vinci Code, are not uncommon. Conspiracy theories thrive where there is fear.

Wednesday, May 24

Just found out yesterday that one of my best friends at work has tendered his resignation. Which brings my total fren count at work down to 3.

Sigh, why do people have to move on and things have to change? Granted, I didn't see him all that much, since he is sales and is away most of the day. But knowing that his friendly face is around and I can bitch and moan to him when he is around was good enough for me.

Glenn, you will be missed. I hope I get to see you at church at least.

Short post today. I am too melancholic to talk too much.

Tuesday, May 23

What a crappy disappointment the Camp Comedy show was. I can't beleive that sponsors actually gave money to an event that was so badly organised and with such lousy acts. Unless you are a full blown fag hag, or a die hard groupie who wanted to support any kind of alternative entertainment, this show was a complete let down.

For one thing, the star of the show didn't even show up. Yes, Kumar was no where to be found, and for people like me and my cousin, who were there only to see him, it was an aggravating mistake. Especially after Irene Ang's constant references to his act, even quoting his lines. I wonder if he is ok with people using his name to advertise an event he didn't even play at. Or does Fly Entertainment own his ass, and they can do anything they want..

Secondly, the 3 acts that did grace the stage were, at best, mediocre. Rick Lau is a good performer and has a great voice, but so much of his act was in Cantonese, that he just about lost me.

Broadway Beng gave more of his stage time to Irene Ang's dad, who decided that by offering Sebastian (B.Beng) a beer, he could pretty much do anything. So he took over and decided to sing, and Sebastian let him take up about 5 mins of the 20 min segment. If I wanted to hear someone's drunk dad sing, I would have gone to my father's house. Man did have a good voice though.

Again, most of Broadway Beng's act was in Hokkien, so I "liak bo kiu". Next time a show has that much Chinese in it, can tell us first or not? Then the rest of us non-elite Chinese people can go Ashoka instead right?

And the last act, Lounge-zilla, which was supposed to be this wonderful act from the US that "people were dying to see again" and "came back a second time for" - sucked.

His over-the-top diva actress was weak and insipid, his jokes too far removed from local context, his drag act barely making it. And what's with the flowers attached to your crotch??? What the hell was that supposed to mean? It was crass,crude and common.

All in all, it was a disappointment. Fly Entertainment owes us all an apology for daring to put up something that horrendously amateur and then having the gall to charge us $42 for it.

I drank my very expensive gin and tonic (if you consider that's all the ticket was good for)and left as soon as the dumb foreign act exited. The door bitch at Zouk still had the nerve to ask,"Aren't you staying on to party?" I glared at him and in my coldest voice, said, "Stay for what? See Irene's dad dance on the podium ah?"

Wah Lau.

Friday, May 19

Heh heh.

I is going to watch Kumar at Zouk on Sunday. I haven't been there in about oooo... 3 years I think (Nadia, when were you here last, girl?) And I haven't seen Kumar since his stage autobiographical one man play last July. It will be good.

(Incidentally, a choice moment from that play was when he was taking questions from the audience, and some retard asked him why he didn't join the Miss Vasantham pageant. His retort was caustic, sarcastic and and oh-so-Kumar, "Cos I still have my ding dongs, you ding dong! Next!")

Work is getting more exciting, with Joyce (manager) on maternity Joyce Eric
and Eric (GM) taking over the Supervision of Nalinee (good album title eh, like emancipation of Mimi). I have to adjust to his management style, which is about 160 degrees removed from Joyce's. For one thing, I am expected to think more and delegate the task, where previously I was the delegatee.

Ugh.

Monday, May 15

Sit Still!

So today I tried to practise what was preached and decided to not get excited or ruffled by all the Monday madness and just "maintain balance". I decided to throw away everything that was too drama and just do the things that were actually within my control.

And you know what? It works. When people see that you are not getting ruffled, they tend to stay calm too, and so much more gets done. Although it looks like u are being less busy.

I think that if more of us learned how to sit still, we will also learn to walk better. Cos u cut out on all the unnecessary walking.

Does this make sense to anyone else?

Today is the 58th anniversary of the nation of Israel - a nation that noone thought will ever exist again, and against all odds, not only was formed, but survived. It is the Holy Land, which houses a holy people. (Coming from the old meaning of "holy". which is separated, set apart). And they are a people who after years of wandering, learned how to sit still. And how well they sit, inspite of the best efforts of their enemies.

If I don't teach my kid anything else, I must teach him the value of sitting and taking stock. Of looking within himself for answers, and for keeping cool.

So, chill, y'all!

Wednesday, May 10

I have decided to revive this blog, although the last post was a shameful 1 year ago. Why, I hear you ask. (or not ask as the case maybe, shame on me for listening to you and thinking that blogging is a waste of time!)

I think I want a place to just write about stuff that bugs me. Those of you who have been reading my myspace blog know that thats quite focused on being uplifting encouraging and knowing who I am with God. But I need a place for the drivel, the blah, the mundane and monstrous.

Y'know?

Also, I think I want to pay homage to some of the bloggers (local, no less) who have inspired me - Rockson, you , er, rock, Ah-neh, blinkymummy and of course the Godfathers of Blogging - Brown and Miyagi.

So as I enter the fray again, I hope I will stay inspired and keep it up. Who knows, this time, it may last , oooh, 3 weeks?

Hahahahah!