Hugh

Yum.

Movie Review - Lady Chatterley

After years and years of watching nothing but Hollywood (and the occasional Bollywood), it is good to watch a movie that actually uses mise en scene, silence and variations of shots to tell a story. Lady Chatterley was a deeply sensuous movie, not just because of the sex (of which there was not as much as you would think), but because it involved a lot of sensory narrative. Whether just watching the plethora of flora and fauna close ups that were shown for their own sake, or studying the wide shots of fields and meadows, the cinematography made the experience about smell, touch and taste as much as sight and sound.

I am sure the story is familiar to most - a young wife of an impotent and crippled husband finds physical release in her gamekeeper, whose rough and uncouth demeanour provide her with the ultimate physical fantasy.

Yes, don't act you like you all don't fantasise about raw, animal passion.

Director Ferran made use of all the tools available at his hand. Even the costuming (for which they won a Caesar) was impeccably used to characterise Lady Chatterley, from innocent to tramp and back to innocent again. Lush greenery suggested verdant passion, while the dead leaves of winter painted a visual of her loneliness. And of course the comparison of her husband's soft flaccid body as she bathed him was in direct opposition to Parkin's hard, roughworked torso as she watched him wash himself.

It did have its draggy moments. I thought the social class angle could have been developed further as well. But overall, it was good to watch a film that was made by film students for film students.

Movie Review - Australia

Australia ironically breaks away from the Australian form of cinematic story-telling and follows a strictly Hollywood formula in bringing this tale of a woman on a quest to save her late husband's cattle ranch from evil commercial forces. Set against a backdrop of WWII, dreamtime magic and of course, love (because every story must have love), the movie was a fulfilling experience.

The performances brought forth by the actors were absolutely beleiveable. Kidman was perfect as the English Rose who discovers she has gumption. Jackman, the penulitmate Australian bloke with a heart of gold and a body like steel - yummy. David Gulpilil, who has acted in what seems like every film every made with an Aboriginal theme, is amazing as the grandfather. And Brandon Walters was heartbreaking as Nullah, the little boy torn between White Australia and the ways of his forefathers. His deep soulful eyes and boyish energy captured my heart.

The movie had many poignant movies which entranced me. The relationship between Lady Ashley and the Drover was of course key, and for me, extremely cathartic. Especially the scene under the boab tree. That is one of my favourite screen kisses now.

The scene between Nullah and Lady Ashley where she tells him about the Wizard of Oz was also very moving. And thanks R. for pointing out the parallel between Wizard of OZ, and Nullah's dream to be the magic man of Oz. I can't beleive I didn't see it.

Hollywood influences aside (really guys, was the Oscar really that important for you to do that?), the movie was very well produced. Some loose edits and strange transitions were a bit jarring, but that could have been done by our censorship board, so I won't put too fine a point on that. But its a must see if you like epic movies.

Cool Christmas

Its been a long time since I have tried to accomplish so much on one day, and I feel extremele blessed that I got to. Here are some Christmas highlights.

Friends who gave me hugs, prezzies and generally a warm fuzzy feeling inside. The loot includeds cookies, chocolates galore, notepaper, handwritten cards and music. All the things I dig, in other words.

Hanan, who was so busy and happy opening presents, he didn't really want to talk. Which makes he kinda happy. That he was happy, y'know.

A lovely, much-treasured older couple who welcomed me into their family celebration two days straight because they didn't want me to be alone.

Hugh Jackman, who looked so hot in Australia, which I saw yesterday. Thanks for making my Christmas all that more memorable, Hugh :)
But seriously, go watch the movie. It really was a beautifully made film. Full review later.

And most importantly, Happy Birthday Jesus! Your birth has changed my life.

Soon it will be Christmas Day

After a month of hustle and bustle, preparing for a musical, buying presents, sending cards, meeting friends and generic running around like headless chicken, its time for me to stop. And think about Christmas and what it means to me.

Before I became a Christian, it was a day to go to church. Yes, strangely enough, my mum always let us go to whatever Christmas thingie my aunt's church organised. It was one way for her to get us out of her hair and yet ensure we were safe and supervised.

Then Christmas became about parties and seeing friends. I remember one season when Christmas always meant going to the Wicks' and basically hang out still they very gently told us to leave. And then of course, Christmas lunch with Joshua and the gang.

Then once Hanan was born, Christmas became more fun. Putting up the tree, hanging decorations, making gingerbread cookies, buying, wrapping and hiding presents, and then revelling in the joy on his face when he opens them.

With Hanan away this Christmas, it won't be the same, but I think I have had time to dwell on the true meaning of Christmas.

I am redeemed because of Christmas. And even if I get no presents, have no parties and don't see anyone, I still know I am loved.

And that's Christmas enough for me.

Opening Night!

Putting on a show
is like dressing up to go
To the Ritz hotel on gala night!
- Portia's Song, Redemption Hill


And yes, it is. Tonight 6 weeks of sleep deprivation, missed dinners and hours of gruelling singing, dancing and acting will culiminate in a 2 hour extravaganza as the first public performance of "Redemption Hill", FGA's Christmas musical production for 2008.

And I am thrilled to my toes to be part of it. There is nothing more fun that seeing a bunch of people, of one mind, come together to take the vision of one genius to a new level.

If you reading this are coming to watch us, then let me tell you you are in for an amazing night!

If you aren't, why not, man?!

6 lines

I am so tired.
I need to sleep.
My house is a mess.
The laundry pile is moving on its own.
I miss my baby.
Yet, I am happy, excited and fulfilled.

You are cordially invited to
Full Gospel Assembly's Christmas 2008 Production

REDEMPTION HILL

A story about a group of people who find the true meaning of Christmas in a time when religion has become illegal.

Dec 18,19,20
Time: 8pm

Doors open at 7:30pm
Tickets are available now. Contact me if you want some.
36 Prinsep Street Level 3 S188648
6339 1317

Hamlet (The Facebook New Feeds Edition)

HAMLET
(FACEBOOK NEWS
FEED EDITION).
BY SARAH SCHMELLING
- - - -

Horatio thinks he saw a ghost.

Hamlet thinks it's annoying when your uncle marries your mother right after your dad dies.

The king thinks Hamlet's annoying.

Laertes thinks Ophelia can do better.

Hamlet's father is now a zombie.

- - - -

The king poked the queen.

The queen poked the king back.

Hamlet and the queen are no longer friends.

Marcellus is pretty sure something's rotten around here.

Hamlet became a fan of daggers.

- - - -

Polonius says Hamlet's crazy ... crazy in love!

Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and Hamlet are now friends.

Hamlet wonders if he should continue to exist. Or not.

Hamlet thinks Ophelia might be happier in a convent.

Ophelia removed "moody princes" from her interests.

Hamlet posted an event: A Play That's Totally Fictional and In No Way About My Family

The king commented on Hamlet's play: "What is wrong with you?"

Polonius thinks this curtain looks like a good thing to hide behind.

Polonius is no longer online.

- - - -

Hamlet added England to the Places I've Been application.

The queen is worried about Ophelia.

Ophelia loves flowers. Flowers flowers flowers flowers flowers. Oh, look, a river.

Ophelia joined the group Maidens Who Don't Float.

Laertes wonders what the hell happened while he was gone.

- - - -

The king sent Hamlet a goblet of wine.

The queen likes wine!

The king likes ... oh crap.

The queen, the king, Laertes, and Hamlet are now zombies.

Horatio says well that was tragic.

Fortinbras, Prince of Norway, says yes, tragic. We'll take it from here.

Denmark is now Norwegian.



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Christmas What?

What is the true meaning of Christmas?

When R threw the question up yesterday during the programming meeting, I realised that I had actually been thinking about that sub consciously.

I always thought of Christmas as a time to get together with friends and family to celebrate the birth of Christ.

But since this way, my family is going to be away, I am thinking maybe not. Maybe its not about parties, or get togethers, or sing a longs, or present buying.

Maybe its a reminder of what God did. And yes, it still amazes me that He did it.

So as I fling myself into preparing for the Christmas service and the musical, I am going to remember that.

It's all about the promise. And how He kept it to me.

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I feel pretty and witty and gay

Yes, I do. I think somehow talking to grouchy people and ungrouching them energises me. Am I really made for front line work? I dunno.

But I also realised that my pants are looser and my bra feels more spacious? Am I losing weight *GASP*? Quick, bring out the ice cream and cake! lol

I met a friend, S, on the bus today, who in the midst of all our bitching about work, said something real sweet to me. She said I inspired her to start blogging. How cool is that, huh?

Oh, and I finally had a chance to have a normal personal conversation with M today. She is actually quite nice leh. Maybe its just the company she keeps that I can't stand. Hmmm.

So I am gonna full on busy for the next month or so, what with 3 events at work, One Christmas musical, one little boy's room renovation to undertake.

Hey, maybe I should post pictures of Hanan's room as it looks now and you all can give me tips on what I can do to transform it. All on a shoe string budget of course.

Blessed Day

It has been a blessed day away from the petty politics of my office, at the front line of the Lexus Cup and I am grateful for every minute of it. Sure, people can be unreasonable, but I love explaining things to them and seeing their countenance change and become friendly as they understand and accept my explanations.

I acutally do enjoy front line work, especially when its something as joyous as giving away free passes. I think I will be singing a different tune if I was delivering bad news instead.

Meanwhile, although I have seen an itinerary, I am not sure if they are actually going yet.

We'll see.

Overheard on the bus

There were these two young Filipino students on the bus today. One was sitting in the front seat that faces the whole bus. The other was standing near the exit door. Strangely, neither of them beleived that this was inappropriate for having a loud conversation about justice and trust. Some of it was in Tagalog, but the important bits were in English (Kinda like tamil movies, where the hero will wax lyrical about the heroine in Tamil for 6 minutes, and then end with "Actually, I lowe you."

But I digress. So this conversation, highly personal is going on. Meanwhile noone else on the bus is talking. People have unplugged themselves from earpieces to listen to the saga unfold.

F1: The thing is, I don't judge you. Why you do judge me?

F2: (Rapid fire tagalog followed by:) I am not judging you. I just need you to listen and trust me.

F1: But I don't judge you. Why are you judging?

F2: It's not about judging. Its about caring for your friends.

F1: But why do you judge? I don't judge.

(Note: F1 only had one line. But boy did he work it!)

And on and on it went. From Woodlands to Yishun MRT. Then I had to get off, so I don't know how it ended.

Did F1 feel accepted in the end for who he is?

Did F2 get the trust he so badly needed from his friend?

If anyone who was on the bus is reading this, let me know how it pans out.

13 days

It hit me last night, or maybe this morning, that I have Hanan for a mere 13 days more before he goes to the States with his dad for 6 long weeks.

6 weeks. Thats 42 days. Slightly more than 1000 hours.

This is the longest I will ever be separated from him. The last time was when I went to Sydney for 7 days. But that was different. That was me going away, leaving Hanan at home, not just with his Dad, but with my mum and aunts and people I trust to keep him safe. He was in a familiar environment, confident and secure.

But this! He leaves the safety of home and travels thousands of miles away, with only dad for company. He will be living with people he hardly knows, with habits he is not used to, a climate he knows nothing about. Granted, they are his dad's folks but still...

It especially bothers me that he will be under the charge of an absent-minded adult, who is not known for his attention to detail. I am afraid that Hanan will not brush his teeth, drink enough water or run a comb through his hair the whole time he is away.

13 days to instil good hourseguest habits, proper hygeine and the "don't talk to strangers" drill.

AAArgh!!!

Hanan's Halloween HorrorMask

This was Hanan's Halloween look this year. It is a werewolf, in case you don't see it. This look was brought to you by Hanan's dad, Otrie Barrett, who I think did a bang up job.

The two buckets, incidentally, were filled with toys which kept Hanan amused for about 24 hours and candies, which had him on a sugar rush all weekend.

We peeled him off the walls for school on Monday.

Theatre Review - Avenue Q

"It sucks to be me."

For at least two weeks before Avenue Q, I had to listen to my colleague sing this one line over and over. So the musical opened this song, I couldn't help but smile, then giggle, then all out laugh at the irony of it.

Yes,it sucks to be you. But its only for now.

That's pretty much the gist of the musical. This Rent-meets-Sesame Street Braodway hit was probably a lot more edgy before being politically correct became our society's all-consuming passion.

But the shennanigans of the puppets were definitely overshadowed by the pure talent of the human cast. Especially Kate Monster and Lucy the Slut's human. And Christmas Eve - My, that woman can sing.

I hope J and A enjoyed it as much as I did. The irreverent humour and keen wit are just what we need in this tremulous and sombre times.

Class Act

Remarks from Senator John McCain
November 4, 2008

Thank you. Thank you, my friends. Thank you for coming here on this beautiful Arizona evening.

My friends, we have -- we have come to the end of a long journey. The American people have spoken, and they have spoken clearly. A little while ago, I had the honor of calling Senator Barack Obama to congratulate him on being elected the next president of the country that we both love.

In a contest as long and difficult as this campaign has been, his success alone commands my respect for his ability and perseverance. But that he managed to do so by inspiring the hopes of so many millions of Americans who had once wrongly believed that they had little at stake or little influence in the election of an American president is something I deeply admire and commend him for achieving.

This is an historic election, and I recognize the special significance it has for African-Americans and for the special pride that must be theirs tonight.

I've always believed that America offers opportunities to all who have the industry and will to seize it. Senator Obama believes that, too. But we both recognize that though we have come a long way from the old injustices that once stained our nation's reputation and denied some Americans the full blessings of American citizenship, the memory of them still had the power to wound.

A century ago, President Theodore Roosevelt's invitation of Booker T. Washington to dine at the White House was taken as an outrage in many quarters. America today is a world away from the cruel and prideful bigotry of that time. There is no better evidence of this than the election of an African American to the presidency of the United States. Let there be no reason now for any American to fail to cherish their citizenship in this, the greatest nation on Earth.

Senator Obama has achieved a great thing for himself and for his country. I applaud him for it, and offer in my sincere sympathy that his beloved grandmother did not live to see this day, though our faith assures us she is at rest in the presence of her creator and so very proud of the good man she helped raise.

Senator Obama and I have had and argued our differences, and he has prevailed. No doubt many of those differences remain. These are difficult times for our country, and I pledge to him tonight to do all in my power to help him lead us through the many challenges we face.

I urge all Americans who supported me to join me in not just congratulating him, but offering our next president our good will and earnest effort to find ways to come together, to find the necessary compromises, to bridge our differences, and help restore our prosperity, defend our security in a dangerous world, and leave our children and grandchildren a stronger, better country than we inherited.

Whatever our differences, we are fellow Americans. And please believe me when I say no association has ever meant more to me than that.

It is natural tonight to feel some disappointment, but tomorrow we must move beyond it and work together to get our country moving again. We fought as hard as we could.

And though we fell short, the failure is mine, not yours.

I am so deeply grateful to all of you for the great honor of your support and for all you have done for me. I wish the outcome had been different, my friends. The road was a difficult one from the outset. But your support and friendship never wavered. I cannot adequately express how deeply indebted I am to you.

I am especially grateful to my wife, Cindy, my children, my dear mother and all my family and to the many old and dear friends who have stood by my side through the many ups and downs of this long campaign. I have always been a fortunate man, and never more so for the love and encouragement you have given me.

You know, campaigns are often harder on a candidate's family than on the candidate, and that's been true in this campaign. All I can offer in compensation is my love and gratitude, and the promise of more peaceful years ahead.

I am also, of course, very thankful to Governor Sarah Palin, one of the best campaigners I have ever seen and an impressive new voice in our party for reform and the principles that have always been our greatest strength. Her husband Todd and their five beautiful children with their tireless dedication to our cause, and the courage and grace they showed in the rough-and-tumble of a presidential campaign. We can all look forward with great interest to her future service to Alaska, the Republican Party and our country.

To all my campaign comrades, from Rick Davis and Steve Schmidt and Mark Salter, to every last volunteer who fought so hard and valiantly month after month in what at times seemed to be the most challenged campaign in modern times, thank you so much. A lost election will never mean more to me than the privilege of your faith and friendship.

I don't know what more we could have done to try to win this election. I'll leave that to others to determine. Every candidate makes mistakes, and I'm sure I made my share of them. But I won't spend a moment of the future regretting what might have been.

This campaign was and will remain the great honor of my life. And my heart is filled with nothing but gratitude for the experience and to the American people for giving me a fair hearing before deciding that Senator Obama and my old friend Senator Joe Biden should have the honor of leading us for the next four years.

I would not be an American worthy of the name, should I regret a fate that has allowed me the extraordinary privilege of serving this country for a half a century. Today, I was a candidate for the highest office in the country I love so much. And tonight, I remain her servant. That is blessing enough for anyone and I thank the people of Arizona for it.

Tonight, more than any night, I hold in my heart nothing but love for this country and for all its citizens, whether they supported me or Senator Obama, I wish Godspeed to the man who was my former opponent and will be my president.

And I call on all Americans, as I have often in this campaign, to not despair of our present difficulties but to believe always in the promise and greatness of America, because nothing is inevitable here.

Americans never quit. We never surrender. We never hide from history, we make history.

Thank you, and God bless you, and God bless America. Thank you all very much.

We've only just begun.

Congratulatons Mr Obama!

You have won the US Presidency after 2 years of unchanging commitment to your campaign. You have stayed with your people, spoken your mind (sometimes to your detriment), stayed loyal to your friends, were unafriad to abandon those who let you down, and shown us all how a good looking, charming man plays his crowd.

You know Mr Obama, you remind me of another US President. A young senator from Little Rock, who, if I remember correctly was best rememebered for playing his saxophone on his campaign trail to his adoring fans. Then was till he got the White House, after which he was remembered for other kinds of play that we won't mention here.

Mr Obama, getting to the White House is fine. Being against all the right things and for all the right things is great. Being able to express yourself clearly, coherantly and with commitment is fabulous. But as some point, you will need to stand and deliver.

It bothered me, Sir, that you said you may not be able to do it in one year or one term (although I beleive you used the royal we). You see, we are kinda expecting you to now. Unlike your poor predecessor who was literally thrown into a fight or run situation with 9-11, you may have all the time in the world to implement change. (At least I pray that you do). But telling us, right after the big win, not to expect anything to happen for 4 years, it just won't do.

Mr Obama, I hope you lean in on the Lord you profess to worship when things get rough. When people realise change is painful. That there is ripping and tearing involved. When they see that their lives have to be altered whether they like it or not. I hope you depend on the Unchanging One, when that happens. Cos you won't be Mr Popular anymore. You will be the guy who acted too fast, didn't act fast enough, or did the wrong thing. And the people don't forgive easy. But God does. Seek Him diligently.

Avenue Q

Watching Avenue Q tomorrow. I can't wait.

I remember a time when a production like this would never have graced our fair shores for its political incorrectness.

We have come a long way.

Full review later.

Book Review - Keeper of Dreams

I cannot express my joy at finding a copy of the collection of short stories by Orson Scott Card in the Woodlands Regional Library. I brought it home and devoured it about 4 days. All 22 stories.

I really loved the fact that Card released this anthology with a little bit of everything - a little sci fi, a little fantasy, a little drama, a little terror (as opposed to Horror, which is sick. Terror just terrifies you). And of course there are some Mormon stories, which was as much human interest as religious, so they were actually fun to read. I love the special appearances of Alvin Maker and Mack Street, characters from Card's previous novels.

Card is the consummate story-teller. His stories are meant to be read out loud, with a full cast of voices and sound effects. I can see most of them as great stage productions. I love that he makes his characters talk like regular people, even when the most irregular things are happening to them.

Read this book, people! It will entertain, sure, but it will make you think. My days have been filled with the wonderment of "what if" ever since.

Random friendship photos

There was quite alot of friendship moments in October, although I never got round to blogging about them. But isn't friendship meant to be experienced and not documented?

It was the Joshua's birthday and the goondu asked me to take him to a champagne brunch, only to realise after we got there, that champagne gives him a headache. !!! But we had a really good brunch at Oscar's. And the three boys really bonded.
(NB: Elgin, despite the way he looks, did not have a drop of alcohol)


This is Hanan and Remy living it up at the Explorer Kids thingy at Downtown East. Those two boys look so alike its scary, and they both have great easy going personalities, making them absolutely fun to hang out with.

Or the funny thing is, on our way back, they were both protesting about how un-tired they were and how I was a meanie for making them stop. And then, 5 mins later, they were like this:


And finally, our department has a dinner outing paid for by the company. We went to Ellensbrough Market Cafe where most of us ate our body weight in Durian paste. It was good!

Gone

It was only on Sunday that he was telling me that his oldest daughter just started university and he had taken a 10 grand loan against his credit card for her tuition.
He shared how he laughingly told his daughter that she knows what to do when she starts working, and that he was planning to pay the loan off with his year end bonus.

And yesterday, he was let go. Just like that. No warning, no apology.

He was one of the most hardworking guys I have met, who managed to stay on top of both the operations and the paperwork. Sure, we had our differences, but he was also professional enough to work through them and never let it get personal.

He is a good father and husband, who had put aside his career ambitions because they got in the way of the quality time with his family. I remember the countless times he opted to go home and eat with his kids rather than enjoy the five star food available to us.

I will probably never understand why they did this to him, but I can't think of anyone who deserved it less.

I will miss you, my friend. I hope our paths cross again.

Meanwhile, it leaves us all wondering - when will it be my turn?

Bad hair life

I am beginning to feel the full repercussions of having rebonded my hair.
Now that it is starting to grow out, it looks awful.
The top is all curly and wild and the bottom is straight and can be mistaken for a broom stick at the best of times.

I look like a member of a bad 80s rock band, when perming the mullet was all the rage.

But after 3 years of straight hair, that notion has lost its lustre (pun fully intended)

I am just going to hide under a rock for a while until my hair grows to a decent length where I can cut of the straight bits and have cool short, curly hair.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Just Once

Just once

It would be great if someone was waiting for me.

Looking out for me in the mindless throng that exits the train station
with anticipation and the slight look of desperation.

His eyes lighting up when he catches mine.

A wave, a smile, a hand reaching out to clasp mine
as soon as it comes within reach.

Raising it to his lips to greet with a warm kiss.

Goodbye Mr Jeyaratnam

Joshua Benjamin Jeyaratnam 1926 - 2008

You were always to be a relic of the past
Me, who was born deeply entrenched in the PAP way of life
Me, who never had to fight for a thing
Who did not know about the battles our fathers had to fight

You were also sometimes an embarassment
When I saw you hawking the Hammer on the streets
The embarassment an Indian woman feels
when she sees an Indian man belittled and mocked

You were loud, you ranted, you made yourself heard
When they were so many who did not want to hear you
You beleived in your ideals and you didn't care who knew it
You tries so hard to make us beleive it too

I recently heard someone say
Money can't buy taste class or character
Mr Jeyaratnam, you had all three
Whether on the streets or in parliament house

You will be missed
Even by those who didn't know you
Even by the likes of me

About Direction and Discpline

I feel like lately I am being gently guided into a new and exciting phase of life. I am not sure if it something I am desiring this myself or its a leading by the Holy Spirit, but either way, I am looking forward to it.

Meanwhile, Pastor Wicks preached a smoking sermon on discipline on Saturday, which resonates with me on a very personal level. I have always been a "microwave oven" as once described - get excited, do it fast and cool down quickly. I think that applies to more areas that what was initally alluded to . But discipline is all about the long haul isn't it? Like how Usain Bolt and Michael Phelps started preparing for a moment that was 4 years in the future.

So what do I need to be disciplined about?

Ha ha. Wrong question.

I think the right question is - How can I shift my entire way of thinking into a discipline paradigm.

But don't, dear friend, resent God's discipline; don't sulk under his loving correction - Proverbs 3:11

For sound advice is a beacon, good teaching is a light, moral discipline is a life path Proverb 6:23

Lepak Sunday

It has been a long time since I had a Sunday like yesterday's, and I am so glad it happened. It was straight out of a chick-lit novel - brunch, shopping, ice cream, lazy conversations, ogling beautiful people and of course, lots of laughs.













G met us at Riders Cafe for brunch, and if you have never been there, I do suggest you make at least one trip, post haste. It's hard to imagine Singapore still has such a place. Its near the riding school, so you can go look at all the lovely horses after that.

And the food was good too. The pancakes were lovely, served with real maple syrup, and the 3 egg omelette was really scrumptious - soft and gooey on the inside. I had the apple cinnamon toast, which wasn't too bad, but not filling enough.

After that we went to walk around Orchard Road, cos G wanted to buy Hanan a birthday present. My kid picked a fedora hat and cool "playa" sunglasses as his present. Whatever else you wanna say, the kids got style.


And we ended off by going to Ben and Jerry's at Demsey Road. This is possibly the nicest chill out place there is that allows kids. The high ceilings and wooden furniture have a nice ranch house feel. And the really good ice cream can't hurt either :) Of course i am paying for it now with a really bad throat, but it's worth it!

Hot

It doesn't matter what wierd pixellated rubbish they make them wear, a man in uniform is just hot. Case in point, my adopted brother Joshua.


And he is single. Any ladies interested?

Nostalgia Kick

Birthdays

Last week was a very birthday-ish week.

First it was Shalini's - my cousin, who is buried eyeballs deep in impeding A level exams that she didn't even realise she legally became a person on the 20th.


Then there was Prashanth - my brother, who reached a major milestone in his life on the 24th, but still looks like the annoying 14 year-old who made my life so interesting in so many ways. Happy 30th, bro!

It was also Angie's birthday on the 24th. And Rachel's on the 25th. We went to this place called oomphatico's for birthday dessert, which was superlatively fun. The desserts were really really good and the conversation, even better. Happy birthday, girls!


And of course, the 27th was Hanan's. Who is still celebrating, what with the one week holidays in full force. Unleash the boy!

Happy Birthday Hanan

My baby is nine.

Has it really been almost 10 years since I was in the first flush of motherhood, throwing my guts up after drinking even water?

Has it been 8 years since he took his halting steps, and made us jump up and rush to his side everytime he fell?

Has it been five whole years since his first day of school, where his teacher had to pry his little hands of mine, and I walked away crying more than he was?

Was it only 3 years ago that that I decided I wouldn't do the kiasu parent thing and not put my boy in 400 enrichment classes, but let him find his passion and follow in on his own?

Wow.

Happy birthday son! I hope you become the man God intends for you to be.

This darned cold

There is nothing worse than being forced to work when your throat hurts, your eyes are streaming and every cough makes you regret not doing Kegel exercises when you were younger.

Argh!

And the swollen saliva gland under my chin either makes me look like a man with a misplaced Adam's apple or a bullfrog. Just what I need - another chin.

The antibiotics I am on look like pills for horses, I honestly don't understand how the doctor thinks I can fit them down my sore and delicate throat.

Oh that this season is ended!!!

Ok, I am done griping. Back to your regular programme.

Thank You Taxi Uncle

We in Singapore we like to complain about, well, just about everything, I think I want to take time out to thank an intergral part of our transport system. The ubiquitous "taxi uncle", as we call cabbies on this island.

Of course it takes an encounter with a really bad one to help me realise how good our cabbies actually are, and I had one such cause for comparision recently.

I hailed him in Yishun, and told him to take me to Woodlands - what under normal cicumstances is a 7 minute ride. This one took 20. He never went more than 40km/h at third gear, made sure all the cars at an intersection moved off before he started moving and finally asked me at least 12 times during that ride if he was to "go straight" which I already him to at the beginning.

I asked, "Are you a new cabbie?"
He said, "Yes, I have only been driving for two days."
And then volunteered, "I haven't driven a car since I got my driver's license more than 10 years ago."

!!!

So you can see why I am grateful for the majority of cabbies in Singapore who are polite, know the roads well, drive like pros and get me to my location in the prescribed amount of time.

I am extra grateful for those who engage in conversation rather than fall asleep at the wheel, share their life stories and ask for mine and considerately wait till I get into the lift before driving off to make sure my safety isn't compromised.

Taxi Uncles, you rock! Most of ya!

exams and birthdays

It's that season again, where teachers start to panic, pile on the homework, and try and make sure that the kids know the subject matter, either by understanding or mere repetition.

Yes, its the awful CA2, which always hits my son badly because it happens either during or just after his birthday, ths diminishing his enjoyment.

One of the things that really affects him is that he has to balance being nice to his parents who are bringers of parties and presents with the endless frustration of being nagged, scolded and given a earful about schoolwork.

To add to that we have tution teachers who give the parents homework, along the lines of
- "Make sure he does.."
- "Make sure you go through.. with him"
- "Make sure you check his...."

And here I was, thinking I left school behind me.

I need my memory chip enhanced

Ken Mamlin shared a really cool idea at yesterday's class that Man would have no knowledge of anything if God didn't put it there.

And then, he illustrated it with a story of how God took the "Sanity" chip out of Nebuchannezzar's brain for 7 years for being proud and egotistical. And had him crawling around like an animal. And then when he came back, they gave him back his kingdom. Them crazy Babylonians. Anyhoo....

So, I am asking now - can I please have an extra "memory" chip, so I can memorise the 5 page script that I received this morning, for tomorrow's performance?

IN the words of Cathy Guisewhite - "AACK!"

Dedicated to our 43rd National Day

Before you were formed
I knew you.
A tiny red dot on a pale blue dot.

I prepared the hearts of men and women,
Valiant and adventurous,
who were passionate about me and my people.
And you.

They came in big steamships,with the EIC.
And started to build My house.
For you.

I saw you in your infancy.
Your halting steps as you struggled to
Make a difference in your corner of the world.
As trade and commerce flourished, I saw you stretch your hands
To meet the needs of the old, the infirmed, the defenceless.

I watched as your face changed,
from white and foreign,
to brown and yellow and local.

I prospered your people across the nation
Blessed them to be a blessing.

On a tiny red dot on a pale blue dot.

When you plunged into turmoil,
And war tore through your veins.
How I longed to gather you up.

But I stayed my hand, and let your raise yourself,
And I preserved you, as my people prayed.
I healed your land and made it strong,
Strong enough to stand on its own.

AndI watched you standing there, through the strife
Shining glorious and bright.
Full of fire and energy for this new nation.
The tiny red dot on a pale blue dot.

Like a true daughter of Sarah,
I saw you get younger & more radiant
as the years went by.

Pooling together when needed.
Finding an itch and scratching it.
Making Me known.

You call yourself by many names
You put on many garments.
But you will always be My cherished bride.
I prepared you for My glory.

You are the church,
in the tiny red dot on a pale blue dot.
You are beloved.
You are Mine.

Says. Said. Saying

Now he wants to talk.
When I have nothing else to say.
When I think the time for talking is past,
and I want it to be clean, quick and simple.

Now he wants to discuss.
The "various aspects" of us.
I don't remember any of them,
they all seem so long long ago.

Now he wants to heal,
when the scabs are well-adhered,
and nothing is bleeding anymore.
Not my heart. Definitely not my heart.

Now my God, He speaks.
Turn around and listen.
You may not have the words,
but your heart is still Mine to hold.

Swim Team Mania

Olympic Fever was rampant at my work place this morning as the US Swim Team had a meet and greet session with the members and the press. 100s of people turned up armed with posters, autograph books, swim boards, caps, T shirts.. basically anything that a marker can be applied to.

While I wasn't really into swimming etc, I was really inspired by Dara Torres, who at 41 is the oldest swimmer on the team AND who is swimming faster now than she did when she was in her 20s.

But being the shy and retiring person that I am, I never told anyone that of the 40 over swimmers, she is the one I really wanted to meet.

Read this next bit carefully, cos this is proof that my God is good and loves me.

We met the Media Director for the Swim Team yesterday and she said she had a last minute media request for a one to one interview and can one of us organise it. My boss volunteered me (as bosses do). I expected it would be Phelps or Coughlin, cos that was all the media here was interested in covering.

Then the Media Director says, "Ok Nalinee, I will see you by the pool at 8.30 and you can bring Dara to the interview."

And I am like "Dara??! Dara Torres?"

So, I got to spend 20 exclusive minutes with Dara, and see a side of her no one here got to see.
Oh, and I got this.



How good is my God!!!

Anyhoo, here are some other random shots of the team for the rest of you.

Friends and Canele

I love Tuesday night. Not in general, but the last one was really good. I love nothing more than spending time in the company of people who know me and love me despite myself, and in the midst of more delicious dessert than even I can possible eat.

Look at that. What can you say in the presence of such sumptuousness? And this is one I didn't eat.




R and KH are friends from before. And if you have to ask before when, clearly you weren't there. Heh heh.

As we sat and talked and tried to ignore the sound of the funky fountain, which made some of us need to pee more than once, it struck me - wow, these are people I can be quiet and spaced out with, and they won't think I am a total ditz. Oh they might, but it would be ok.

We shared so much that night - memories of the past, hopes for our futures, we talked of the meaningful and the mundane, "of shoes, ships and sealing wax and of cabbages and kings" as Lewis Carroll wrote.

Though we didn't solve world hunger or even each other's problems, I think we all felt a little bit richer for having the others in our lives. I know I did.

This is what church is, I thought. A group of people who share life, feed hopes and dreams and are God-with-skin, as Sy Rogers says, to each other.

I am so glad I have this.

Do you even know me?

The more time passes, the more people grow
And things you once knew, or thought you knew
can pass away.

So to take the flaws of my youth,
and cast them up to me with ridicule
is chldish to say the least
and cruel to say the most.

For once I saw with childish eyes,
and was impressed by star quality.
But have since realised that what is outwardly real
doesn't run deep, no, not really.

If not, in the naivete of my young exuberance,
why would I have chosen you?

But I guess I ought to thank you
for this cynical streak,
that makes me question the outward celebrity
and care more about the spirit within.

More than the strife is the pain
of the crushing loneliness
of existing with someone who does not
know you, and hence know how you've grown.


"If" is a tragic word.

Last pic post from Hillsong 08

Elgin and me at Bondi, pretending to have a deep meaningful conversation, but probably just talking about how purple socks go well with orange sneakers. He is me in a man's body. Or I want to be him in a woman's body. Or something. I love you, 'Gin. I know you get what I am saying here.



Suni and me in front of the Acer Arena, where all the good stuff happened at Hillsong. Gosh, I miss the place, and the time. Suni is a bit mad. Another new friend.




Eating at some random Chinese restaurant, of which there are millions in Sydney. I dunno what Australians ate before Asians got there. I walked the entire length of George St looking for something non-Asian to eat, and besides fast food, there was NOTHING.

Yes, I do look a bit psychotic in this photo, but that's because I was set up. We were ALL supposed to look psychotic. I think psychotic is my word of the month. I use it at least once a day.



As a fitting finale to this post, this is me at the Mediterranean Sea overlooking one of the Greek islands. At least, I want to think it is. Isn't it gorgeous?

More pics from Hillsong

I am gonna run out of titles before I post all the pics, I am sure!

But here we go.



This was at Bondi Beach. The guy on the left who looks ostracised is my pastor. Heh heh


The Girls of FGA. And yes, Angie is realy that tall.



Rhordan and Chilu. We were standing outside a gate not alocated to us, hoping there will be room for us. Chilu was the volunteer managing the crowd in that section. "He said "I will only let you in if you are from Singapore." At which we all chorused,"We are ALL from Singapore." He was just a quirky, colourful character, we couldn't help but like him.




Getting our coffees and muffins before the morning session. Have I mentioned how yummy the lattes in Australia are? I miss them. This is most of the people from church.





And this is me, on a ferry with the Sydney skyline behind me. I like the fact that I look "windswept and interesting". Anyone can tell me who that quote is from?

Sydney!

So, in case you, dear reader, start thinking that my so called trip to Sydney was just a well-imagined day dream, here are some photos to make it all real!

Apologies to all the peeps I stole photos from. I was too overwhelmed to take my own.


The peeps

Hot Dog!! At the Roma Coffee Festival. Australian Cafe Latte is probably one of the best in the world.


In case you have never seen this building before, this is the Sydney Opera House. Now say ooooh, ahhhh! Good.

Beam me up Scotty!

Duh, really!

Hillsong 08

What a trip! What a rush! What a simply exhilirating experience! Hillsong 08 was the conference of wonder, amazement and awe, and it was all centred upon the person of Jesus.

How do I sum up the experience?
20,000 screaming Jesus fans. One major Acer Arena. 5 amazing bands and musicians. 8 phenonmenal speakers. And change - the meaning of change, the need for change and the empowerment to change.

It was also rather exhausting. A typical day saw us awaking at 6.00am and leaving the YHA at 7.00am to make it to the Acer Arena by 8.15am. Then it was conference till about 1.30 with the morning sessions. The electives happened from 2 -3pm and the first night rally at 4.30pm. Then it was the amazing 7.30 rally which I think had the best music, best speakers and was seriously anointed. Not to mention all the amazing testimonies.

I am still in the midst of uploading all the photos and vids to facebook and youtube respectively (a task NOT aided by the fact that my company blocks both), but I can't wait to share all the stuff here.

Meanwhile, I am on fire with all the things I want to fix, with God's help!

The Day Before

I leave for Sydney tomorrow and I can't wait! This will be the herald of many firsts.

1) First time at Hillsong Conference. Yaaay!

2) First time in Sydney. Yeah, I know, how did I get an Australian education without going to one of its major cities, right? I didn't know anyone there at the time, and Sydney was so crass and commercialised then. (Still is, but when you are an arts student, it's not cool to do crass and commercialised.)

3) First holiday in a year. Since I started work at this new place, I have not had time to take leave, especially with the revolving door of staff turnover lately. So this will be well-deserved and high time.

4) First time I will be spending more than 24 hours with this bunch of people. I like them well enough under normal circumstances, but I really I don't travel well with people generally, despite how much I like them otherwise. Especially if they are late for rendezvous, can't decide on anything and only want to shop all the time. This will be a good test.

Tonight I wil agonise over what to pack, and indubitably bring too many clothes, not enough underwear and "essentials" that will be totally unnecessary. I also get to wear my new "bling" shoes, which I am really looking forward to. Nice?

Change

It sometimes takes the sound and lucid counsel of a friend to see what's before your very eyes. Not that your eyes were closed, but like in a scary movie, your hands are held in from of them, allowing you to see only some parts of the horror unfolding on screen.

How is it that we resist change and encourage statis in our culture, when in nature, change is the only constant? It's hard for us to acknowledge change, much less embrace it.

Hence, seeing change is courage and accepting it, sheer herosim. Being creatures in motion, we tend to stay in motion, not just at a cellular level, but also our dreams, aspirations and motivations. Tossed about with other similar yet vastly different concatenation of cells, how do you ignore the Brownian theory?

God of course underlines and demonstrates this in His promise to move as a Spirit. Not a rock, not a statue, not a place, but Spirit, always moving, changing, adjusting to our changes to bring about the best results.

Trust the Spirit. Embrace change without fear.

Dancing in the moonlight aka Birthday Post II

It was the perfect ending to a beautiful day. I couldn't have asked for better. A picked me up at 7.30 from Far East Plaza, where I had hurriedly changed out of my birthday clothes (as opposed to a birthday suit) and into comfortable jeans and T shirt.

A. was slightly tardy, but it was fun people watching at Far East. It's like entering a different paradigm, where everyone has an extra W chromosome.

Anyway, she drove us to East Coast Park, near the old Big Splash (what is that place called now anyway?)There, as the gentle breeze blew through my carefully brushed hair, creating what looked like an Amy Winehouse bird's nest, I saw M, R and J in the distance, engaged in what looked like successful "chope-ing" of a stone table.

At A's insistance, we spread some mats on the sand and sat down. The guys tried their darnest to light candles and finally managed to light one. Which is a good thing, because it was kinda dark.

G joined us just as we opened the food - talk about good timing. We laughed and talked more than we ate, but that's good.

There was a stange little outdoor pub nearby that had a guitar and singer duo who started off well, but got progressively worse at the night wore on. But they added so much fun to the night, as we sang along, almost as badly as they did.

My chocolate fudge cake was perfect, especially with the one candle that the boys managed to light, and hold lit by cupping 4 pairs of hands around it, so that I had the fun of blowing out. I have the best friends. Have I mentioned that already?

Here are ten things that I find out I mean to my dearest and nearest. Thank you A, for making them do the "Nalinee Appreciation" speeches.
1) Witty
2) Intelligent
3) Funny
4) Aggressive
5) Task Oriented
6) Purveyor of useless facts and info
7) Drama Mama
8) Dependable
9) Trustworthy
10) Loved

With that much affirmation, how can anyone ask for a better birthday eh?

18 million

That's how many minutes I have already been blessed to receive so far and I hope there will be another 18 million to look forward to. At least.

It a very good thing, a birthday. It makes you take stock of things in a different light. And people are nice to you. Very nice.

I started mine with breakfast with T. It was her wedding anniversary (26 years!!!) and her husband is away, so we decided to celebrate both occasions with a decadent breakfast at Delifrance. Yum yum. Never underestimate the happiness butter and croissants can brng you.

Then I got on a slow boat to Little India to meet my dad for lunch. It is the first time in a long while that I saw my dad on my birthday, but it felt right. He is one of my biggest cheerleaders and a huge celebrant of my life, so it was fitting that he was there.

We shared a plate of "kothu parata", which I didn't really like, and regaled me with tales of his work and life, which I loved. The thing about my dad is, he can take the most mundane, boring, everyday event, and dramatise it to the point where you are on the edge of your seat and biting your fingernails frantically, waiting to see how it all ends. I wish I had that gift.

After dad went back to work, I wended my way to Shaw Centre (House? I can never remember), hoping to see a movie I missed. Turns out both Prince Caspian and Sex and the City were showing. I finally decided on Prince Caspian, because I was in a deep, reflective kinda mood as opposed to frivolity. (don't get me wrong, I love frivolity in the right mood.)

Prince Caspian was a good movie in many ways, but maybe i am dumbing down or something, but I didn't really get all that theology that some people I know were raving about. It was a good story about a king taking his rightful place with a little help from his friends. Hmm, I wonder which other epic fantasy story adapted into a screenplay had this storyline.

But the cream and chocolate shavings topping on the perfect day was yet to come.......

American Gangster - Movie Review

My colleague bought me a DVD of "American Gangster" for my birthday, which makes me really quite delighted. I guess with all the moaning I did about missing it when it was in the cinemas, he got the hint.

Anyway, I made good use of my evening yesterday and watched it. And it was worth all 175 minutes (this was the uncut edition and well deserving of its M18 rating).

Denzel is the comsummate gangster, with his look of barely controlled rage and "I am so pissed off you are even alive" look. Of course that man is so yummy, I could just eat him with a spoon, but he is also an amazing actor. I studied it carefully and I realised what it is - it's the way he walks. Denzel's walk, part swagger, part strut and all testosterone, is what makes him so perfect for this role. It is confidence, laced with gangsta. How to lose?

Ok, before this turns into a Denzel droolfest, let's get into the movie, shall we?
American gangster is a true story about Frank Lucas, the first black man to monopolise and dominate the drug scene in America. On his trail is Richie Roberts (Russell Crowe, a reluctant loser cop whose unpopularity to the rest of the NJPD has him heading a narcotics task force which operates outside the system to get all the baddies.

Ok, sypnopsis aside, this movie has many other themes which you will remember from other gangster movies - family, loyalty, love and of course chicks and cold blooded killings.

But what really got me about this movie was the motivation behind Lucas' actions.
Having come from a violent childhood, the oldest of 6 children, being poor, being a urban refugee, he embodies the American Dream. Finding capitalism a better option to patriotism, he milks the system, collects on his favours and doesn't take crap.

In any other industry, he would be the Times Man of the Year.

But crime doesn't pay, kiddos, and this point is stressed even though only 2 people in the movie actually beleive this. And that includes all the boys in blue who serve and protect.

If gangster movies are not your thing, give this one a wide berth. But if you can handle a little blood, violence and crime, and think Denzel is da bomb, then you have to see this.

I saw Indiana Jones 4 twice

Yes. It is true. It was every bit as disappointing as everyone made it out to be, but I spent hard earned money and saw it twice.

Why? Because I forgot I promised my mum I would take her to it. And if I told her I already saw it, I would never hear the end of it.

So I lied, and pretended I didn't see it yet, and oohed and aahed and ewwed in all the right places.

Don't ever tell me I am not a consumate actress.

Ok, IJ4 wasn't that bad. It's just that if you were a fan of the series, then it was a bit disappointing. I was trying to put my finger on it, until I read this review by my favourite writer and then I realised he was absolutely right. What made Indy cool in 1 and 3 were the realistic, based-on-fact storylines. Which is also what made Temple of Doom so sucky.

IJ4's ending was more ridiculous than Temple of Doom, which at least had the saving grace of that cute little kid whose name escapes me at the moment. Till the last 15 minutes, it was a very good action-adventure flick, but then it was like they just couldn't decide whether to make it metaphysical or science fiction, and went hey, let's do both!! Geez Louise, pick a plot already.

However, how about that Shia LeBeouf eh? I thought he was quite brilliant in this movie, not quite stealing Harrison Ford's thunder, but coming pretty darn close sometimes. I think they probably wrote his part down a bit, so he wouldn't overshadow the big man himself. But I am gonna watch this kid, I think he will go far.

IJ4 is not a bad movie the way Aeonflux was bad, but it's not what one would expect from the Spielberg-Lucas powerhouse. This one won't be winning any awards, boys. Unless there is a category for "Cheesiest Ending with cliched punchline"

Waiting for Lontong

Everyday, the place I work has a designated menu for staff lunch, which comprises 2 usually rather delicious dishes, which are available to staff for just over $3. The offering are usually quite respectable, comprising mainly of local dishes like fish curry, fried HK noodles and the odd continental dish like fish and chips.

Today's menu was pineapple fried rice or chicken lontong. I decided on the chicken lontong, because of my problem with pineapple (gives me ulcers)

I placed my order at 12.20pm. And waited. My tardy colleagues from marcom arrived 10 minutes later.

And waited. My tardy colleagues received their food. (pineapple rice was probably pre-made, I tell myself)

And waited. Tardy colleagues finished lunch and were talking about dessert and coffee (maybe they ran out of lontong and were making fresh ones, I reasoned).

And waited. Tardy colleagues finish coffee and head back to work, leaving me to the company of coleagues who came after me. And who were happily eating their pineapple rice.

And waited. I am reminded that my lunch hour is not in fact an hour, but 45 minutes. Something to do with working 44 hours and still getting alternate Saturdays off. Anyway...

Finally a platter containing what does NOT look like pineapple rice arrives and is placed in front of me. Time check: 1.15pm.

Just for the record, I am not a patient person. On the contrary, I hate waiting and have a 10 minute waiting threshold for appointments and meetings.

So why did I do all that waiting? I think I just wanted to see how far they would go. And now I know. one near bloody hour. And did anyone apologise or explain the situation? No.

I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that we pay a subsidised price. However, as my friend Chin would say, "But still!!"

Weddings and such

This has been a very wedding-y season. In the last 2 months, I have attended 3 weddings, with one more in two weeks. It has been a tremendous strain on the emotions, not to mention the pocket.

Yesterday's wedding was another Indian extravaganza where 4 million people are crammed into a hall meant for 1000 at most, waiting for the pivotal moment where the groom ties the nuptial string around the bride's neck with 3 reef knots (as opposed to a noose knot), and everyone breathes a sigh of relief that the buffet is now open.

Ok, I admit that was a bit cynical, but honestly, you should have seen the mass exodus into the dining area the minute that ceremony was over. It was like noone was actually there for the bride and groom.

Then there is the whole "line up to present gifts" thing. Of course in Singapore, where cash is king, noone gives presents anymore. Show me the money, baby!

I noticed only one very "foreign talent" looking couple grasping their gift wrapped in purple paper (no less), looking slightly worried that their present may be flung back on their faces and hard cash demanded.

But as all weddings, baby blessings and funerals are, this was a good chance to catch up with old friends who you thought fell off the face of the earth. Upon talking for a while you realise YOU are the one that fell off.

This wedding was a Ngee Ann ICS circa 1995 gathering, which was strange to say the least. I had to crack my brain to remember who was talking to who, who stole whose girfriend, and which of the stately (and portly) men who are now husbands and fathers were the biggest skirt chasers back then. Back then...(cue wavy lines)

Ah, nostalgia.

Anyway, after the wedding, I was sufficiently depressed to seek some liquid solace. So upon calling a few friends, I decided to join a bunch on my first sojourn to St James Power Station. After blathering around for a bit, we finally decided on the Latin music place called Movido's (Movida's - Thanks, Ah-neh). It has a good band from Paraguay, with the DJ spinning World music in between for a bit of a kick.

But oh my, the crowd. It was so packed, that there wasn't even space to flatulate. Dancing comprised of shuffling your feet and moving your shoulders. Everything else had to be on the inside. However the band impressed enough for me to want to go back and check them out on a quieter night. Anyone wanna go with me?

Ok, I have digressed enough. Back to weddings.
Here is what I wrote on the card/ moneyholder yesterday.

They say a man who finds a wife, finds for himself a precious thing.
To be protected under his arm, held close to his heart and cherished with his words and deeds.
You have found such a woman; exalt her and let her embrace you with the fragrance of her femininity.

Commitment

I made a commitment this weekend.

People who know me know what a big deal this is. I am not the kind of person who likes to commit to something for long, preferring the excitment of change and variety to the steadfastness (steadfastity?) of a long term relationship.

But this was different.

For one thing, it did not require me to give up anything that I love already anyway.
If anything, based on what was presented on saturday, it will enhance my experience in this respect.

So, upon signing on the dotted line, I just I am now a figurative card-carrying member.

Based on past expeience, I haven't done this well. I hope I don't screw this one up too.

The week after

Now that things are back to normal for a while at work, its time to catch up on all the things/ people I love to do/see that I haven't even thought of doing in a while.

Started off on Sunday with a night out on the town with S. Haven't see him since St Paddy's day and that was not the most fun night. 3 guys sitting around talking about the SAF is not really my idea of a good time. Although the pints of Kilkenny kinda made up for it.

So on Sunday, we went to 3 very different clubs - one with a great view outside but not inside, the second where i was probably the only one over 30 and finally to this joint that was probably fun if you could see through all the smoke. Smoke machine smoke. Cos smoking is banned in clubs, in case you didn't know.

Monday, after sleeping of the initial stages of inebriation, I met A and T for coffee at TCC. TCC is probably my fave cafe now. Its got great service, love the drinks and to top it off, they have the best dessert in the world.

ladies and gents, feast your eyes on "Dark Devotion"


It is a warm chocolate cake with a molten centre, topped with vanilla ice cream and a raspberry croulis. Heaven.

And on Tuesday, I came home to watch "The Last Mimzy" with my son. Sucky theology, great sci fi.

Today is Thursday, and I may go get a facial. God knows its time. My skin looks like Tommy Lee Jones on a good day.

It's over

The really big event that I had been stressing over the last 2 months is finally over, and I feel like a huge stone has been lifted off my chest.
Its been a really exciting, stressful, rewarding and frustrating time. And if that sounds confusing, then you know exactly how I feel.

So in the midst of the post-production blues, I will recount some key points, lest I forget.

1) The number of people who appreciate your efforts far outweigh those that don't, even if they don't always say it. And the naysayers are totally inconsequential.

2) People who do say how much they appreciate your efforts are worth their weight in gold.

3)Things don't go according to plan always, but that's ok.

4) When things do go wrong, it is not cool to squat down in a foetal position and put your head in your hands. Not glamourous. This is exactly what I did when my slide show didn't come on with the music as planned and then hung for an eternal 7 seconds. Not glamourous at all.

5) It's also not cool to yell at your colleagues when they are just as frazzled as you are about aforementioned slide show boo boo. And be thankful when they understand you are stressed and don't hold it against you. Thanks ZW and TX, for being decent human beings.

6) When people come and harangue you about stuff you can't control, it's good when your CEO walks by and provides the answers and shuts the person up. At this point, its also ok to smile smugly. That told you, little Miss Control Freak.

7) It really feels good to see the President and his wife laughing, clapping and having a good time. Makes all the crap worthwhile.

8) It's nice being hugged by your boss :)

Moving

Whoever scheduled us to move office in the same week as the most important club event of the year ought to be strung up and made to listen to 12 hours of the Umbrella song.

It was a nightmare. No email, no phone, no fax, boxes everywhere. It took its toll on us in the way of strained backs, general stinkiness and the wonderful feeling of having 3000 things to do and not getting any of it done. Sigh.

The new temp office is not as bad as I thought though. Its sorta like a cabana in the middle of the forest, a little hideaway where noone can find us.

Which is not a bad thing.

But, oh, the timing. It really riles me.

Life according to my Ipod

The Rules.
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn’t make sense.
4. With the answers down, or even comment on it.
5. Tag 5 people.

1) How are you feeling today?
Dil To Pagal Hai
(My Heart is Mad. Yep Yep, sounds about right)

2) Will you get far in life?
Let Your Love Go by Bread
(Hmm, cryptic, but a message there, maybe?)

3) What’s your best friend’s theme song?
Something more than this from Baghdad Cafe, the Musical
(Oh absolutely)

4) What is the story of your life?
Came to the Rescue by Hillsong United
(Woah, thats just so true isnt it? If I wasn't rescued from my cesspit of a life, and found the Lord, goodness now what I will be now)

5) What was school like?
London Bridge by Bread
(Yes, it was indeed falling down all around me, all the time)

6) How can you get ahead with life?
Khabi Khabi Mere Dil Mein from Movie Khabi Khabi
(Sometimes,sometimes, this heart of mine... Quite true this. I tend to follow my heart more than my heart more times than I care to count)

7) Whats the best thing about your friends?
Dismal Day by Bread
(As in they brighten up my...)

8) Describe your grandparents.
Nee Kattum Selai
(Translation: The Sari you wear. Strange. I do remember seeing my grandmother in a sari alot)

9) How’s your life going?
How Much More from You Gave album
(I do feel overly and abundantly blesses at times. Not lately, but at times.)

10) What will be played at my funeral?
Shout to the Lord
(Yes Yes!!! Couldn't have said it better)

11) Will you have a happy life?
If by Bread
(Woah... like..woah )

12) What do your friends really think of you?
Shout your fame by Hillsong
(Please do. I lap up affirmation of this sort)

13) Do people secretly lust after you?
Look what you have done by Bread
(Is that a yes?)

14) How can you make yourself happy?
God is good by Various Artists
(Amen to that)

15) Will you ever have children?
Baghdad Cafe from Musical Baghdad cafe
(Apparently I will eat instead)

16) What song would you strip to?
Psalm 91 from You Gave album
(Ok, that's just wrong)

17) What does your mom think of you?
Yes and Amen Sermon by Pastor Joseph Prince
(She always did say I was her favourite daughter)

18) What is your deep, dark secret?
Fancy Dancer by Bread
(No secret man. Everyone knows I am fabulous on the dance floor)

19) What is your enemy’s theme song?
Above All by Michael W Smith
(Not even. You are going down, buddy)

20) Whats your personality like?
From the Inside Out by Hillsong
(Apt)

21) What will be played at your wedding?
Light by Hillsong United
(It will be a total rocker wedding dude.)


Heh heh, that was fun. Now if you read all the the way through this, consider yourself tagged.