Friday, February 16

Restaurant Review - Zingdo

Everytime I walk through Jurong Entertainement Centre, I notice this fiery, hot corner that looked like it was on well, fire.

Yesterday, hanging around with Hui Min, we decided to check it out. Turns out it was Zingdo, a Korean fast food restaurant, managed by the same people who run Seoul Garden.

Basically I think any restuarant that requires you to cook your own food is a rip off. So usually steamboat and such is not on my food shortlist. But this place had other cooked options as well, like bimibap and noodles, so went in at sat down.

Their decor is strange. Orange floor. Orange ceiling. Orange walls.Orange chairs and tables. ALL in the same shade. My guess is, they got the paint free and lots of it. All in all, its like sitting in an oven. espcially with the wisps of steam rising from your meal.

The service, however, is exceptional and fast. Not only do they bring you your food within 10 mins of order, but they also give you detailed instructions on how to cook your meal on the hot plate. (I still think since they are the experts, they should have just done it for us in the kitchen, but again, that's just me.)


The food was - ok lah, as we say here. Nothing to write home about. Bulgogi chicken/ beef cooked in a mainly soya sauce marinade, served with veggies and short grained rice. They also had this thing called kimchi soup, which was basically soup with chilli oil floating on top and unidentfied cabbagy things at the bottom.

Was it good? No.
Was it edible? Yes.
Worth $8.90? No, I rather go to the Food Horizon food court and eat the Teppanyaki Black Pepper Chicken" for $4.50.

Go only if you are stuck in the area and will DIE if you don't have Korean food.

Thursday, February 15

"What?", "Yes?" and "Yes, sir?"

My brother works as a project engineer. Recently he went to have a cup of coffee at a nearby coffeeshop with his Myanma site worker, Tun, and his German project consultant,Hans. Tun was the first one up.

Coffeeshop girl: What?
Tun: 1 coffee please.

Tun takes his coffee and moves aside. My brother is next.

Coffeeshop girl: Yes?
Brother: 1 coffee please.

Brother takes his coffee and stands aside.
Hans is next.

Coffeeshop girl: Yes, sir?
Hans: 1 coffee please.

Hans gets his coffee. My brother could not stand it.

Brother (points to each of them in turn): "What" "Yes" and "Yes, sir". Your coffee still 80 cents a cup.

Yes, colonial thought and prejudice is alive and well in our fair nation. At least, I hope it is prejudice and not bias.

Wednesday, February 14

The Power of Three



The ah-neh, he gave me flowers for Valentine's Day. Delivered them personally. Meaning took a cab to the end of the civilised world, where I work, encountered my ultra rude colleagues and left without even the gratification of seeing the look on my face.

I lau him. Happy Valentine's Day to you too, bro!

Sunday, February 11

Swimmingly

It was a busy and event filled weekend at the Barrett household. Hanan had his first ever swimming test - Survival (Bronze Award).
7 year old babies are expected to do the following:-
- swim 50 metres in pyjamas (obviously in case you are asleep on a cruise ship and it hits an iceberg.)
- Tread water for 4 minutes (because evidently your cruise ship goes down in a main shipping line and a ship passes ever so often)
- take off their pyjamas, throw the shirt onto a near-by beach (simulated by edge of pool) and make a floatation device out of their trousers, all while treading water.
- swim 400m, first executing the elegant Sophie's Dive, 'cos even when you are diving off a sinking ship, style mesti ada.

I am proud to say that my son, along with the rest of his cohort passed with flying colours. Despite being tested at 1 pm under the burning noonday tropical sun.

He is none the worse for wear, except for some red cheeks and two toned legs.


Getting last minutes instructions for swimming coach, Uncle Prakash. This man has coached at least 4 kids in my family, the oldest, Naga, is 21.


Hanan looking confidently out at the water.


Taking the first plunge (the little head in the water is Hanan)


The aftermath - Hanan's 2 toned legs

Thursday, February 8

Chinese New Year comes to 01 Computer



How do you know our partners love us? They send us these Chinese New Year hampers - towering, garish, orange and red monstrosities that cost no less than $388 a pop, although I dare say the ones here cost a darn sight more.

They are usually filled with things like canned abalone, shark's fin, bird's nest and other food types on the exotic (and endangered) list. There are also cheaper fillers like cookies, chocolates and the ubiquitous love letters. The topper (like the star on a Christmas Tree) is usually a cognac or brandy, XO and Otard being hot favourites.

We currently have 7 of these beauties, with hope of more, seeing there are 2 more weeks to CNY. Then, all these hampers are dismantled and the contents distributed to the staff, with the bosses keeping the hard liquor. Of course.

I want the Ferraro Rocher Chocolates. The rest are welcome to the other stuff.

Wednesday, February 7

Theatre Review - Multiple Personality Disorder



If you have not bought tickets for Hossan Leong's one man play, Multiple Personality Disorder, DO IT NOW.

Breaking ALL the rules about comedy in Singapore, this play took irreverence and taboo to a new comedic level.

Taking on subjects as sensitive as the water issue, foreign talent, rich Indonesians and *lowers voice* official contempt for gays, Hossan rips through all the pre-conceived barriers to take Singapore theatre further than our most remote foreign talent.

The show started right on time, which only happens with local acts. And played to a full house on a Tuesday night, which was extremely encouraging. He started with some small talk, stand up style, with very current issues, which shows this is not some dumb, "I just follow the script" comedian.

Basically the story is about this government servant of the (fictitious) newly formed Ministry for Attracting Foreign Talent (MAFT), who looks for ways to attract rich influential foreign talent to our fare shores. A large number of them happened to be celebrities who either have disappeared or are down and out. Like Kenny Rogers, Whitney Houston, Julio Inglesias and Joe Estrada. ALL played by Hossan Leong. To perfection.

Sure he made a few gaffs, missed a few cues, but which actor doesn't? And Hossan has this perfect little face that he makes when he is recovering, which is so comic, it lets you forgive him quite easily.

So yes, go watch it. It ain't no Forbidden City (thank God), but has so much more originality, creativity and just plain fun in it. And if you are Singaporean, it helps you realise that all the foreign talent that we need is right.here. After all, how many of us can trace back more than 3 generations in this country? That technically makes us all foreign talent, right?

And at the end, if the queue for autographs is not too long, Hossan just might smile sweetly for a picture with you. (even if you make him wait 2 mins while you teach you friend how to use your camera)

Tuesday, February 6

New Readers

My webstats showed that my reader ship has gone up by about 200% since this time last year,which is a fact that I am thrilled to bits about. So to all my readers, new and old, a big thank you. I only know maybe about 10 of you personally, so for the rest, this is quite a big thing for me.

What is not as thrilling of course, is that I don't really know you guys are there, unless I check my Statcounter account. I mean, no comments? no tags? Hello! Read the title of my tagboard, and you will see my desperation show.

So V for Vendetta, Shan, Rhys, Urban Bourbon Ninja, thanks for commenting/ tagging. The rest of you lot, u know what to do.

*******

Meanwhile, in my search for a good Klingonese cheatsheet (yeah I know *rolls eyes*), I came across this article. I thought it was pretty darn amazing.

http://www.cnn.com/2003/US/West/05/10/offbeat.klingon.interpreter/

Monday, February 5

An eye for an eye



Looks like the Neighbourhood Police Centre in Yishun needs some help with its "Engrish"

Eyeing - To look at something carefully
Keep an eye on - To keep them or it under observation.

Or maybe there are swimming pool perps who actually keep your bag under observation carefully.

A quick google search shows that alot of people commit this faux pas in grammar.

Thursday, February 1

My 7 year old wears size 6 shoes

Hanan has been bugging me to buy him these roller shoes for the longest time (since Christmas), so I finally tracked down a brand that I can afford and makes good quality ones. Forget Heely's, they are like $100 a pair, and you will soon see why I am not making that investment.


I invested in the cheaper Taiwanese brand e-rollers, which at a fraction of the cost, seemed like a much better make of shoes.

Because Hanan was not with me, I used the scientific method utilised by mothers everywhere - I used my hand to gauge his size. His feet are about one inch longer than my hand, wrist to tip of middle finger. So I figured Size 5 will be the best bet.

The shortfall of this method is, it does not account for width. There is no way to measure that. Or the thickness of the foot. I brought the shoes home, put them on a very excited boy and realised there is no way we are going to get these laced up. There was simply no room.

Back to the store (it was one of the kiosk vendor things at Jurong East, so I thank God they were still there). The lady kindly exchanges them for a pair of size 6 erollers, which fit the boy perfectly, with a little room for socks.

I think I better start researching where Shaquille O'Neal buys shoes. Gonna need that info before too long.

Still can't believe it.

Wednesday, January 31

Extraordinary lunches at Pandan Loop


This may look like an ordinary pasta marinara to most of you. But when you work in Pandan Loop, Boondocks, End of the Civilised World, there is nothing ordinary about it.

Staples is a little restaurant on the 2nd floor, above the canteen, that caters to people who desperately need a change from the food that is served in the canteen downstairs. Like me today. I knew that if I had to grapple with ladies who save seats with tissue packs, or people who peer at your food while you are eating it, somebody would lose life.

I won't go into how bad the situation is, because I have covered that in this other post, but suffice it to say, it's bad enough to make a plate of some soggy overcooked pasta and a few randomly selected seafood bits drowned in tomato sauce seem likeMichelin 3 star quality.

How much did that little dish, plus a starter and dessert set me back? $13.90
How much is the food downstairs $2.50
But, man, was it worth it!

Tuesday, January 30

Good Boss, or bad boss?

There was once a boss who was very very wealthy. He himself was rich and his company was super rich as well. Of course, there were some divisions that were more profit-generating than others, but the boss always maintained that whatever one division made was to be shared with all the others.

So imagine the shock and horror on the boss' face when he realised that some of his staff were paid extremely low wages. Not only that, some of them were also made to raise their own salaries, in a sense, by getting sympathy sales from customers who were friends and family and paying themselves out of the commission of the sales.

The boss was deeply grieved. He called his staff together one day and he said," I found out recently that not only are some of my brightest and best staff not being paid well, they are made to raise their own salary. Do any of the division heads have anything to say about this?"

Shamefacedly, one by one, the division managers stepped forward. Their reasons spanned the entire spectrum of excuses.

"Sorry sir, but I was afraid to ask you for the extra funding because it's such a minor issue. I thought I could handle it myself."

"Sir, I thought you would approve of the staff raising their own pay because it proved that they were hardworking and loyal."

"I wanted to ask you for a higher salary,sir, but I didn't feel like I deserved it."

The boss listened to all the reasons stonily. Then, in the silence, he spoke.

"I have no need for your sacrifices or your offerings. Don't you know that I own the cattle on a thousand hills?

And everything that I have, I freely give to you. All you have to do is ask! And ask without fear, for I don't give because you deserve it. Because you don't.

I give because a long time ago, my son took over the company for a while, and he fixed things so that none of you will ever have to prove your worth to me, or feel afraid to talk to me, or try to earn my favour!"

All the staff thought about this. They remembered the son and felt ashamed for trying to accomplish what he had already done - make them the best employees of the year , from today to the day they left the company.

The boss saw their faces and smiled. His heart was filled with compassion for these, his staff who loved him and wanted so much to please him. And he said to them, "I will blots out your wrongdoings from my memory, for my own sake, and remember your sins no more. All you have to do is love me. From now, that is the only task I require of you."

- Inspired by Psalms 50 and Isaiah 43

Sugar Pushing

Yesterday's lesson, while no less fun, was really gruelling. I actually broke a sweat this time. Thankfully, the partners I dance with are real nice fellas, who commented neither on the wetness, nor the er, aroma.

Dancing is very sexual. I have covered this point on a previous post about Salsa already, but the need to re-iterate this is because of a move that we learned yesterday. The Sugar Push.

Imagine 2 sticks with connection by toffee. Now pull those two sticks apart and they will provide resistance to come back together. That's what a sugar push is.

This is sorta what it looks like. These people in the video are doing it very modestly, but its really a very sensual move. The way my teachers do it looks a lot more raw.
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I had such a hard time getting over my initial embarassment doing it. The thing is, its actually a very nice move when executed well. I just ended up cracking my knuckles and almost breaking my partner's fingers.

Monday, January 29

Losing a friend to greener pastures

This has been stressing me out for the the past week, and now that it's been made official, I can finally vent about it.

My boss just tendered her resignation. What does this mean for me? No, it doesn't mean a promotion for Nalinee, because firstly I am not ready for that kinda workload and secondly, this is not the kind of organisation that will promote er... non-homogenous staff.

No, what it means is this.

1) I will lose the only person in this company who speaks my language. English. By choice.

2) The only person who gets me, gets my puns, my jokes and pop cultural references.
Example 1
Rainy day. Pouring. I come in and announce,
Nal: Doesn't this weather just whet your appetite?
Joyce: Ha ha ha ha, so corny!!
Everyone else: Wet your appetite? How can your appetite get wet? You mean your tapau breakfast got wet in the rain huh?
Nalinee: Thank you Joyce!

Example 2
Big Boss: Nowsaday, we need to blah blah blah
Nal(snickering, whispers): NowSaday?
Joyce(snickering): sssshhh, don't get me started!
Everyone else: Funny meh?

3) Joyce is sort of like a self repairing shield. She shields me from the crap that hurtles our way from the other departments, and only allows important radio signals and hails to go through, while all the asteroid dust and crap get deflected off her.
So when the shield fails or disappears, what happens? Yes, the Enterprise is in deep danger from damage. Unless I engage warp speed and get the hell away.

4) Joyce, Ashley and I are the only Christians in the company, and Joyce leaving is a 33% decrease in prayers, hopes and shared beleifs and values. Yes, it makes a difference.

5) I am a big picture person. Joyce is a nitty gritty person. Between the 2 of us, we managed to do a bang up job with all our projects and deliverables. When she's gone, I expect I will have to be both. Waaah!

I will miss our lunches together, our shared alliances and enemies, the way it was marketing against the world. I will miss talking about our kids, their various blessings and issues. I will miss your pragmatic world view on things like planning, finances and family, and I will miss shocking you with my unplanning, non controlled, "God will take care of me" attitude. I will miss your running around like a chicken with its head cut off and mindless panic attacks about nothing.

I hope you miss me too.

Sunday, January 28

How to eat at a sushi bar



When my friend Joel, told me about this video, he could hardly talk for laughing. And looking at it now, almost a month later, I finally see why.

Dedicated to fans of Sushi and Japanese traditions everywhere.

Thursday, January 25

Dinner and Dance

Here are a few pictures from my company D&D that I thought might be worth putting up. After you see the bunch of weirdos that I work with, you will realise why I am the way I am.

This is my boss. We had a Disney theme, and that was her effort to look like Mickey Mouse. Although distinctly not rodent-like, I think she gets credit for being the only one to even make the effort.

A sampling of the dinner. It was a 8 course Chinese banquet and this was the first dish, also known as the cold dish. Because revenge is a dish best served cold. The Maki was good though.

And that's me getting my lucky draw prize, pictured in the post before this one, from Lawrence, featured in this post. Yes. It's strange how God works. But I think it was a good thing and will work to glorify what must be glorify. See the genuinely happy smile on my face. I really wanted that camera.

Tuesday, January 23

New Toy!!


Canon Powershot A540.

I won this at my compay D&D, so I am going to be busy for a while.

Toodles!

Monday, January 22

It's blooming flower time again!

Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

V-DAY FLOWER DEALS!

Ok, one of my mates is doing this Valentine's Day flower thing to help supplement his income and put himself through uni. Although I personally think that all this V-day malarkey is highly commercialised and overrated, it still doesn't stop my hundreds of admirers from wanting to give me flowers.

So, if you have to buy me flowers (which alot of you will feel you do), please buy them from this guy.

Click on the picture for more details on pricing and how to order.

Oh, and if you feel compelled to buy flowers for other people, I guess you can buy them from him too.

Thursday, January 18

Restaurant Review - Jack's Place

Yesterday, I felt meaty. Now, before you get all in my face with the fat jokes, let me clarify. Our diet has been containing alot of carbo lately, so I thought meat might make a nice change.

So we went to everyone's favourite (and inexpensive) steak house, Jack's Place. Jack's, interestingly enough, was founded by a Chinese busboy, who learnt how to cook from his British bosses in the Royal Army, when they still had a base here.

But they sure know how to do a good steak. Otrie had the most scrumptious looking fillet mignon, with a side of coriader butter. It musta been good, because he devoured it in about 7 minutes flat.

I had the mixed grill. My meat fixation was not specific enough to decide what kind of meat I wanted, so I thought, why have just one. The steak that came with my meal was a little bloodier than I like, but the succulent lamb chop, chicken fillet and bacon more than made up for it. Hanan stole my egg :(

Hanan had what was on the menu as a minute steak. That raised a good 10 min argument between Otrie and me. He insisted it's a minute (as in time measurement) steak, cos it cooked so fast, and I maintained it was a minute (as in small) steak, cos it was, well, small. We asked our waitress but she just laughed nervously at us, so she either didn't know the answer or didn't understand the question.

Anyone care to enlighten me on this point?

It was a good meal. The lobster stuffed mushrooms we had as starters were fabulous, and didn't look too difficult to replicate at home. But meanwhile, I am just fed, dumb and happy.

Update: It's minute. As in measurement of time. Cos it cooks fast. Oh well.

Wednesday, January 17

Swing Dance Course - 4 lessons

On behalf of Sinclair. I hope I see some of you guys there!

Hi All,

Swing Dance Course: Cool Moves

This 4-week course will teach those who know the basics of the dance some cool moves and variations that they can use on the dance floor to impress their partners and friends. It will also focus on partnership connection, lead and follow techniques, and body awareness. No dance partner needed to sign-up.

Instructor Profiles

Sinclair Ang has been teaching Swing Dancing since 2000, both locally and overseas across Europe, Asia, and Australia. His classes are fun and grounded in good technique. He trains several performance groups locally, performs globally, and has also been featured in several documentaries on dance. He will be teaching this course with Ana Ismail, whom he has collaborated with for several swing dance projects. Ana has been dancing for 12 years now. She is no stranger to teaching and performs regularly with several dance groups as well.

Course Details

When: Mondays 22/1, 29/1, 5/2 (7pm Swing by the Art Cafe!), 12/2, 26/2
Time: 7:30 - 9pm
Where: Performers' Workshop, 29 Maxwell Road, Reddot Traffic, #03-13
Cost: $100/person
Contact: +65 9625 8665, sinclair.ang@gmail.com

Drop me a line or email if you're interested in this course!

See you on a dance floor!

Tuesday, January 16

Swing dancing Monday

Yesterday, I went with a bunch of friends to our first swing dance lesson.

The best thing about swing has to be the music. The minute the teacher puts the music on, you can't help but move or at very least tap your feet. And that's before you have learnt a single step. Somehow your sould just connects you know.

We did the basic moves (basic step, the lindy circle and the jockey) in about 1/2 hour and spent the rest of the lesson learning the variations and horsing around.
Sam and JJ, the only guys from our group, were so adorable doing the steps. I love the way they panic about one little thing and totally lose the plot for the rest of the routine. We were weaker from laughing than the exercise.

After swing class, we went to the nearby Maxwell Market to have a drink. It was about 10. My feet were killing me, and I told myself, I have to take a cab home. My friend Angie said she would share one with me.

And, wouldn't you know it, every cab in the area either had a passenger or an "on call" sign. Of course, they weren't really on call, they just do it, so people waiting would have to call, and the cabbies make more money.

Anyone who lives in Singapore knows this phenomenon. Usually takes place from 10pm to midnight. Cos after midnight, they make 50% above the metre charges, don't they?

I almost caved and called a cab, when Angie stopped me. She reminded me that we have't prayed for a cab yet. Shamefacedly, I cried out to the air, "Please God, send us a cab. I am tired and I wanna go home!" Yep, I was whining, but if you can't whine to your Father, who can you whine to?

Then, an empty Mercedes Limo pulled up. He wound down the window, and said, "Where to?" Bracing myself for the worst, I said, in a small squeaky voice, "Woodlands?"

And he said, "Get in."

I almost couldn't move. Angie casually walked up and opened the door, like this happens to her everyday. I meekly followed her in.

Turns out the cabbie was calling it a day and going home and he lives a 10 min WALK away from me.

I tell you, when God provides, He does it with style.

The star, the cross and the crescent

If you want to hear a really good discourse on the similarities and differences between Judaism, Christianity and Islam, you could do worse than this.

http://www.northpoint.org/messages

There are 4 installments to this series, the first 2 are the pastor of the Northpoint Church, the 3rd, a Jewish lady and the 4th, a Muslim.

Scroll down till you get to 17/ 9/06 and then move upwards to 10/08/06

Monday, January 15

Thoughts of a Boyfriend Past

Today, for no good reason, I started thinking about this ex-boyfriend I had, when I was 17. I am not even sure if I can call him a boyfriend, because we were together for all of 3 weeks. However he represents a series of "firsts" for me, so I felt he deserves a place in my memory and this here blog.

The Firsts
1) He was the first "older" man I dated. He was 27 and I was 17. I never told my mum, she would have freaked out, but he lived really close, so it was easy to sneak out on dates and such.

2) He was my first non-Indian, non-Singaporean boyfriend. He was Iranian, in Singapore to import and export Persian carpets. Ever so slightly shorter than me, gorgeous green eyes set on olive skin, and curly, lamb-wool hair that he wore long at the back.

3) He was the first (and only) Muslim I ever dated. He wasn't deeply religious or anything, and at that point I was not committed to anything in particular, so it wasn't really a problem. He did make the loveliest pilaus and lamb gravy thingies though. And fed me! Like I was 5. It was nice being pampered like that.

4) He is the only boyfriend I ever had who was involved in a real war. He never talked about it except to say, "I saw many things, things I hope you never see." And got this pained look in his eyes. I never pushed it further. He did have a wee scar on his cheeck where shrapnel had hit it. About an inch away from his right eye.

5) He was the first boyfriend I ever, kissed kissed. You know, the French type. He found my inexperience very amusing, and I was surprised that I actually enjoyed the exchange spit thing. He was a very rough kisser and left whisker burns on my lips and cheeks, but that was fine by me :). I am not saying that's all we did, but the kissing was memorable.

6)He was the first guy that I made the first move on. As opposed to him picking me up. We were on the train and exchanging looks all the way from Orchard to Ang Mo Kio. I was delighted to see he got off there as well, and brazenly asked him for the time. The rest happened the usual way.

So why did we not continue? I think we both knew that we in it just for the mutual "exotic" factor. There was no way the relationship would have gone anywhere and I didn't want to lose my virginity at 17, so there really wasn't much point. His English and my Persian left much to be desired, so our conversations were rather stilted and tedious to get through. I stopped calling him (and I never gave him my number), and that was that.

He was a good man though, and probably is a very successful carpet merchant now, with 3 wives and 12 children. I hope he is blessed and happy.

Sunday, January 14

Goodbye Michael


This is a tribute to Michael Brecker, one of Otrie's heroes, who died earlier this morning.

Michael Brecker, Saxophonist and Jazz Musician Extraordinare, has, during his lifetime, accomplished the following:-

1) won 11 Grammys as a performer and a composer.
2) Popularising jazz at a time when rock was the mainstay of the mainstream tastes.
3) Popularising the EWI and endorsing the Selmer IV Tenor Sax
4) Groundbreaking music (like on this video)



Michael Brecker had been diagnosed with the blood disorder myelodysplastic syndrome (MDS). Despite a widely-publicized worldwide search, Brecker was unable to find a matching stem cell donor. He was the recipient of an experimental partial matching stem cell transplant and as of late 2006 he was recovering, but it wasn't enough.
He was 57.

Goodbye, Michael. You will be missed.

So, where do you come from?

So, Vasantham Central in going to have this new programme calls "Roots" which will be sort of like "Amazing Race" meets "Who's your Grand-daddy?"

Basically, there will pick one 3rd generation Singaporean whose ancestors came from one of the 28 States of India, and pay their way to go back to where they came from to discover their roots. So, 1) Free trip to India! and 2) Meeting long lost relatives!. Why not, eh?

My preliminary research into the topic was interesting and intriguing enough to want me to delve further.

OK, so I called my dad and said," Do we have relatives in India?" and he gave me 1 (one) name, but that's research. If you want to know what that name is, ask Jia Jun, who can pronounce as well as spell it. :)

Anyway, long story short, I went to the audition yesterday, and found out that the producer was someone I went to Ngee Ann Poly with. This is one of those times nepotism could work in my favour, and I hope it does, heh heh. It was a short audition. Basically they wanted to know 3 things:-

1) Do you have a interesting story? Will it translate well into TV?

2) Can you speak the language well enough to take you through your journey. (Gulp!)

3) Do you look good enough on television to make people care about you and your quest?

The screen test was me sitting in 3 point lighting with a collar mike and Hameed, the producer, who looked cool and composed while I struggled to answer questions in Tamil, tripping over words like "motive", "ancestors" and "objective". Not very intimidating, actually it was like catching up with an ex- classmate, except I never catch up in Tamil.

Results of audition soon. I am not so confident that I will get it, because my story not so interesting. Apparently one of the other hopefuls was told by her parents that she has royal blood and wants to go back and trace her illustrious lineage.

How to compete with that, you tell me?

Friday, January 12

Let's talk about the weather

Ok, its been another 24 hour rain day, and it may extend beyond. This almost never happens in Singapore, except in December, but thanks to EL Nino and his other Latino friends, we have been having all kinds of weird weather.

Here are some precipitation situations from around the world.

Singapore

Malaysia

Alaska

India

Ghana

Thursday, January 11

Baaaa!

Consider the sheep.

Sheep are kinda dumb animals. Left to their own devices, they can't even get a drink of water. The tend to do whatever other sheep are doing. Ever seen sheep jump over an imaginary obstacle? They sure look funny doing it, but they are just following the leader.

Sheep also get bugged. By flies that is. They get into their nose, their eyes, their ears and even lay their nasty eggs in the sheep's wool. The poor sheep not only cannot complain, but can die from this. But most of the time, the flies are just darn annoying.

Sheep also are poorly equipped to get themselves outta trouble. While most sheep kinda quietly follow the leader and the rest of the flock, there is always one frisky little fella who wants to know whats in that crevass or in that ditch. And when he falls into the darkness, he neither has the strength of legs to climb back out, nor the strength of voice to yell for help.

So basically its up to the shepherd to take care of the sheep. He finds places for the sheep to find grass and water. He picks treats like berries and tasty leaves and places them on a little plateau for the sheep to enjoy. He poured a special medicated oil on the sheep so the flies will leave it alone. He uses the rod to beat away predators like wolves that love lamb chops. And the staff or crook, he uses to scoop out frisky lambs from little nooks and corners.

But what if the shepherd did more?

What if the shepherd was so happy to find that frisky lamb, that he threw a party for all his friends? Over a lamb! And it wasnt the main course either!

What if the shepherd knew the names of all the 1000+ sheep he had and lovingly called them by name everytime he lead them out?

What if the shepherd realised that the sheep had no recourse from the wolves and offered himself to be killed so that the sheep will never be harmed again!

You gotta be kidding, I hear you say! Who is gonna go through all of that for a dumb ol sheep?

Now read this:

1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.

2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,

3 he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.

4 Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.

6 Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.

The 23rd Psalm

Wednesday, January 10

It still happens

I remember the first time it happened.

I was nine and the only Indian girl in my Primary 3 class. I didn't fit in with my Chinese classmates because they were not very friendly. So I lived for Tamil class and recess, when I will see all my friends again.

But my mother kept encouraging me to make friends with some of my Chinese classmates, saying that I should learnt to mingle and thus pick their brains. So I tried.

I went up to this squat, rather boyish girl the next day, and said, "Hey, wanna play zero-point?"

And she turned around and said point blank, "My mother said I cannot play with Indian children because they all very dirty and have kutu (headlice)."

I was embarrassed and dismayed. I damn near cried right then. My classmates started giggling and pointed at my hip-length braids, "Yah, so long, her hair. Sure got kutu!"

I didn't say a word to anyone for the rest of the day. When I got home, I told my mother to take me to the hair salon and cut my hair - short. As short as a boy's.

Slowly she extracted the story from me. With great maternal indignation, she came to school the next day (in her nurse's uniform - my mom had style), spoke to my teacher about the incident, and got me a public apology from all my tormenters.

Later that year, I made friends with Rosalind Chong, a shy but brillant girl from the same class, and we stayed friends till PSLE.

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Present

On Monday, we had our first meeting for our company dinner and dance. We were supposed to present a skit item to our colleagues and I had painstakingly re-written the Cinderella story with a localised twist.

One of the required props was a turban for the prince. I informed my colleagues that I had one, from a play I did before and would be happy to lend it to them.

The prince, played by a 34 year old division manager, casually asked,"Yours ah? You got wear before or not? Inside got kutu how? Make sure you clean first ah!"

I was speechless. Amidst the laughter, I sat stock still with a stony stare on my face. Finally they got it, that I didn't think it was funny. Once there was silence, I calmly moved on to the next topic of discussion, totally ignoring the question and the person who asked it.

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Our society has so much growing up to do.

Tuesday, January 9

Childhood readings - A tribute to my favourite female authors.

I was at a bookshop recently, choosing books for Hanan to read, when I started thinking back to some of the books/ authors I read when I was a kid. So here are a few of them.

Enid Bylton (read more about her here)

Did anyone really escape the long reaching arms of St Clare's and Malory Towers, Famous Five and Secret Seven, The Five Find-outers (and Dog)? What about the Enchanted Wood, The Magic Faraway Tree and the dozens of elfs, fairies, goblins and pixies that lived in the bottom of the garden (wherever that was; we flat dwellers know no such thing.) And then the creepier stuff - the toys that came alive at night, the witches and the mean mean adults, who never the children have midnight feast or row themselves to uninhabited gardens.

Miss Blyton sure had a fertile imagination and judging from the new books she has been churning out since her death in 1968, enough ghost writers to keep her memory alive and flourishing.

L M Montgomery (Read more about her here)

L M Montgomery wrote the Famous Anne of Green Gables series, which is about an orphan girl Anne Shirley, who was adopted by a man and his sister on Prince Edward Island, who wanted a boy to help with the farm. They decided to keep her anyway, and it changed all their lives forever.

The Anne Shirley Series is more a milieu book than a protrayal of the title character, because through her eyes we see the early pioneers of Canada and how they survived the harsh landscape to make a life for themselves. Montgomery also wrote many papers and books on Prince Edward Island life and her life's work is kept in an Institute run by her grandchildren.

Laura Ingalls Wilder (read about her here)

Remember the TV series "Little House on the Prairie? Well, that series was based on the tru life accounts of this amazing woman and her family, who were one of the first pioneers to settle the Wild West of America in the late 1870s. The story of their struggles, loves, joys and sorrows are in a series of 8 volumes , which someone (I think my dad) gave me for my 9th birthday. Mrs Wilder claimed that she didn't know she was writing history at the time, but that's what those books were - from the perpective of a frontier woman, whose life helped to build the foundation of so many others.

From Wisconsin to South Dakota, Mrs Wilder brought to life these remote far away states that even alot of Americans don't know about, and she started in me my interest in anthropology and the history of my own people.

I am grateful to the people who bought me the books by these amazing women, with no grumble or complaint of how quickly I devoured them and asked for more. Goke Akka, thanks for buying me my first "St Clare's" book, and letting me have the run of your select but amazing home library. You think I don't remember, but I do. And Dad, I remember you bribing me with "Black Beauty" if I would get my ears pierced without a fuss. And mum, thanks for letting me read the bible when I was just a wee lass. Without that, I would never have found the Faith I did. And it is still the best book I have ever read.

Monday, January 8

A Quiet Saturday Night at Bar None

It was a strange Saturday night. No one wanted to go out. My brother claimed there was an important soccer match on, and none of my other friends felt like going out. So I did something I have never done before - I went out on a night on the town, by myself. Its something I used to do in Australia, but have never tried in Singapore.

It was strangely liberating. For one, I did not have to take care of someone else. You know, the incessant "Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Do you want to dance?" questions that you have to ask out of politeness, when you really don't give a rat's arse about the answers.

Bar None too, was kinda quiet. Because of the small audience, the band Energy, sadly lacked the very thing they were named for. They were technically correct and didnt miss a chord in U2's Vertigo, but there was a obvious lack of passion and pizazz. Sorry guys, you know I love you.

I met a few interesting people. There was this Singaporean guy with his wife and colleague, who was in Singapore for about 14 days in a year. The rest of the time, he is travelling, doing business development for some company.

And there was this guy, who was wearing a jumper and carrying a small foldable umbrella in his pocket. I couldn't resist. I went up to him and said.. you can guess what I said. When he had finished laughing, he said he just arrived from England, where a jumper and an umbrella were part of your daily weather arsenal. Fair enough.
We had a good conversation about... yah.. the weather. Sad huh? But since I wasn't looking to pick anyone up, it was ok. Insipid conersations were all I could handle anyway.

I hung out and drank about 5 gin and tonics and some other strange concoctions, coutesy of my new friends, and at about 2, decided to call it a night. I walked over to the nearby 7-11, got one of their lovely chicken roll thingies and happily walked to a waiting cab and went home. It was so quiet out on the street too. I guess everyone was still recovereing from the New Year's Eve.

It was fun. I would do it again.

Sunday, January 7

Scene from "As Good as it Gets"

INT. MELVIN'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Melvin walks in anxious circles in the living room. He
is impatient.

MELVIN
You going to come talk to me or
not?

SIMON
I'm coming.

He enters the room carrying Verdell who strains to be
allowed closer to Melvin. Simon releases him.

SIMON
What did she say?

MELVIN
I'm a great guy --
"extraordinary"...
(before Simon can
celebrate)
... and she doesn't want contact
with me.
(a beat)
I'm dying here.

SIMON
Because...
(gently)
... you love her?

MELVIN
(sharply)
No... and you're supposed to be
sensitive and sharp.

SIMON
Okay... you tell me why --
(mimics him)
"You're dying here."

MELVIN
I don't know... Let me sleep on it
and figure it out.
(then)
Because I'm stuck! Can't go back
to what I had... She's evicted me
from my life.

SIMON
Did you like it that much?

MELVIN
(furiously)
It was better than this... Look,
you, I'm very intelligent. If
you're going to give me advice or
conversation or consolation or
hope, you got to be better than
you're doing. If you can't be at
least momentarily interesting than
shut the hell up. I'm drowning
and you're describing water.


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Lately I have been feeling like this conversation. So many questions in my head and yet, so many meaningles, insipid answers.

At the end of this scene, Mervin goes to his lady love's house at 3 in the morning and convinces her to give him a shot.

What's my parallel action? And what can I do with the people who insist on describing the water when I feel like I am drowning?

Friday, January 5

How can I miss you if you won't go away?

I know I am a sociable extrovert who loves being around people and engaging them, but once in a while, I do like my own space. Just time to be alone in the house, with myself, walking around singing, naked if I like. As my friend Heather puts it, "when you are free to walk through the house, flatulating, without being embarassed."

Fool that I was, I thought that in the nine days that I was on leave, there would be at least one day that I will get that opportunity. After all, it doesn't seem like much to ask for is it?

But, nooooo.

Turns out there are people in the world who can stay in the house, and not leave, not even to go to the store, for days and days and DAYS on end. That's right. The person I live with did not leave the house to go ANYWHERE the whole time I was home. Not to take a walk, not to meet a friend, nothing.

I just don't get it. That would be my idea of imprisonment, of solitary confinement and torture.

And in the meantime, I did not get any time alone to just ..be.
It's at times like this, when I miss my uni days, when I didnt have to see people when I didn't want to, and could head down the street 15 min to my pub when I did.

Maybe its time to reconsider a post graduate course.

Thursday, January 4

Lost

I have not the words.

I just know that when I am around you,
my eyes light up, my face gets younger
and my breathing relaxes.
My blood quickens, my hands express
themselves and my head is clear.

Being able to make you smile is enough to
make me feel fulfilled.

And then I remember....
Calling you that morning, asking if I should wait,
or should I move on.

And you, saying that if I had to ask that
question, then we were probably not meant to be.

And me, kicking myself, going, "Stupid! stupid! stupid!"
Why call? Why ask? When the answer was so obvious.
That I would have waited, as long as you need, if there was some
hope that the answer may have been "yes".

But I didn't, and anyway, it wasn't and you were lost.
Except in the most superficial way.

As a friend......

Tuesday, January 2

Top 10 memorable events of 2006

10. Hanan started Primary One. (Jan)

9. I started Salsa. (Jan)

8. I got confirmed in my new job. (Feb)

7. I attended my first company dinner and dance. (April)

6. I decided to revive this blog (May)

5. We went our first 3N 2D family getaway to Sentosa. Baby steps, people, baby steps.

4. Started tithing and see the rewards thereof.

3. Started contibuting to KelingKillah.blogspot.com
2. Went to KL on a friends only holiday - my first since I got married.

1. Got to be involved with Baghdad Cafe - a Christmas musical.

There it is - my year in a nutshell.

It's been quite a ringing in of the new year this year. First the party at Marcus' place with the ex-company people on the 31st, which was really nice, and kinda wierd, as usual. David, who remains one of my favourite people, bought be the complete works of Akira Kurosawa on DVD, which we had a conversation about almost 2 years ago. The things that man remembers!!

And then the 1st, at mum's with the usual gang of misfits, aka my cousins. After polishing of one bottle of JD, half a JW and about 4 shots of Baileys. someone (I think me) came up with the idea of playing Spin the Bottle - the Turth or Dare Edition.

I learnt so much about my cousins, and myself - the foolishness you can get up to when you are young and well, foolish. E.g. what one actually beleived to be the first and true love of one's life was actually statutory rape, as my newly policeman brother was quick to point out.

Oh well, c'est la vie, non?

So since I am not a resolution type, I am just going to ask for a 100% improvement in my life. More meaning, more love, more relationships.

And more blog posts, maybe?

Friday, December 29

Its 7pm and I am still in the office.

Why? I hear you ask.

Because today was our annual stock take and we all have to wait until the final accounts closing is done before we can leave.

Meanwhile I have a great bowling game lined up, that I am going to be super late for.

Grrr.

Thursday, December 28

Some Pictures of the night before Christmas

So here are some pictures of the cast and crew of Baghdad Cafe.

Backstage, photo whoring while waiting for the audience to settle in.
(from back to front: Sherman, Mervin, Sarah, Rachel and Aarika)


The brains behind the madness - Rhordan Wicks. He wrote, produced and staged the entire musical in 2 weeks, with a lot of stress and alot of grace from God.


The Prince and his Harem - Prince looks very happy to be the only thorn among the roses. The girls are (from left) Tiffany, Audrey, Aarika, Rachel and someone whose name I don't know.


The entire cast and crew of Baghdad Cafe. Great bunch of people. Energetic, talented and so much fun!


The people I hung out with the most. And that one girl whose name I still don't know. Clockwise from right - Yeronn, Rhordan, Elgin (stage manager), Kenneth (general do everything guy), Prince, girl I don't know name of, and me.


Aarika and me, glamming in up for the camera. Just before the media mobbed us. :)

So, what's next?

Sigh.

After all the excitement of Christmas, the musical and the hee hee haa haa, life back at work is so mundane.

Especially the thought that I actually have to work, instead of just looking busy and staying under the radar.

It's time to seriously think about doing something different next year. If not job wise, then at least with my extra curricular activities. Definitely continuing the charleston lessons with Sinclair Ang. Then what?

This time of the year is so hard. SO many things I want to do, and so little time.

BTW, anyone want to read my synopsis for my Easter play? Heh heh.

Wednesday, December 27

Because I am lazy...

Hey, since I am waaay too lazy to post pics about my Christmas party, I am going to refer all of you to Shal's blog instead. Read about it and see pictures at http://conceal-me.blogspot.com.

Oh, and here is the key to making good dhalcha.

7:00 am to 2 p.m. - visualise the dhalcha, make sure you have all the ingredients and pray hard that it will turn out ok.

2p.m. - 5 p.m. - Take a nap (Do not skip this step, or else you run the risk of ruining the whole dish.)

5.pm - put dhal, meat, potoatoes and carrots on the boil. Add salt to taste. Quarrel with husband about how you are working, for Pete's sake and please get out of the kitchen.

6:00 - prepare the oil and spice mixture (Thaalippu in Tamil) and throw it in with the boiled stuff. Add curry powder and salt to taste. Yell at husband about how he is no help.

7:15 pm: Serve with hot butter rice to general accolades and applause. Take ALL the credit.

Oh, and dhalcha tastes better the next day, so make sure you make enough to have leftovers.

Tuesday, December 26

Christmas isn't Christmas till it happens in your heart

My heart is full.
Almost as full as my stomach.

I have not the energy or the composure of mind to blog more right now, but it has been a full and rewarding Christmas holiday.

To all those reading, blessed Christmas and I hope your hearts are as full as mine.

More later.

Friday, December 22

Theatre Review - Baghdad Cafe


When I was asked to review this play, I initially didn't want to do it. Too many emotions, friendships and heartstrings are tied up in it for me to do an objective critique of the acting, singing or technical excellence.

Therefore this will probably be more a synopsis than a review.

James is a journalist, working for a small time newspaper in a dead-end reporter's job. His dad, also a reporter, was the joke of the town. He spent his entire career searching after this "odd and crazy tale" about a prophecy - that a child will be born to a virgin, and be King. Tragically, he died in a car crash before he could prove anything and left James and his mum with nothing but Baghdad Cafe, with which they eke out a living.

Everything changes one day when a beautiful stranger walks into the cafe and James' life. Turns out, she is chasing the same dream his Father did!

Was it all a conspiracy to drive James crazy? Or is there any truth in this so-called prophecy? And were the powers-that-be going to allow the story to break? James has to take his own journey, reopen old wounds and change alliances to find out.

With an original score of 8 songs written by the anointed Rhordan Wicks, an ensemble cast of 12, and more volunteers, helpers and angels than you can shake a stick at, Baghdad Cafe is as removed as you can get from a traditional Christmas pageant, while keeping the central idea of "Christ Festival" (which is what Christmas means, by the way). The play mirrors reality in that Christmas is a day when the world stops and remembers Jesus of Nazareth, who changed the world, regardless of whether you are a believer or not.

Baghdad Cafe opens tonight and runs till Sunday. The house opens at 7:30p.m.
Location: 36 Prinsep street, #03-00 (opposite Paradiz Centre)
For ticket information, please call 6339 1317.

Wednesday, December 20

Speaking English - Building highways in place of barriers

Living in Singapore as a member of a minority ethnic group, there are some things you kind of get used to. Not necessarily embrace, but tolerate with practised nonchalance, lest you get too caught up in negation.

One of the things you get used to is people speaking in Chinese. Not just to each other when it doesn't concern you. But also during business meetings, office discussions, 3 way shop talks, gossip and lunch prattle.

Sometimes it irks me. Sometimes I enjoy the anonymity. But most times, especially now I don't even notice anymore.

But today something happened that brought this to the forefront. I was in a car with my boss and his wife, Katherine, going to a corporate photoshoot. Now both my boss and his wife are typical Chinese business people, who are more comfortable in Chinese than English. In fact, Katherine mostly conducts her business dealings in Hokkien (sitting behind her has improved my knowledge of Hokkien by leaps and bounds.)

But, the whole journey there and back, not one word of Chinese passed between them. They spoke in English, haltingly sometimes, but you could feel the effort they were making. Even when they were discussing private matters, like the renovation of their new home, they spoke English, so that I won't feel left out.

And that's how you spot people of genuine quality. People who will put aside their own comfort zone and try to make someone else feel comfortable, even if it's by the simple act of speaking a common language.

I couldn't let such kindness go unacknowledged, so at the prompting of my manager, Joyce. I sent them an email thank you.

Hi,

I just wanted to tell you both that I was very touched by the way you both made an effort to speak English in the car on the way to and back from Dean's Studio just now.

I know that you both are more comfortable in Chinese, so the effort and consideration you expressed by that act means alot to me. Especially when you continued to converse in English even when talking about private matters - that really shows your heart and the lengths you went to make sure I didn't feel weird or left out.

I have been with 01 Computer for 15 months now, and none of my other Chinese colleagues have ever made the effort to conduct themselves in that way, even while socialising or talking over lunch.

You are both genuinely nice people and I hope your example will spur our people on to be as considerate with their non-Chinese colleagues as you are.

Thank you for your warmth.


And this was his reply:-

Which ever country I went to, I will normally share the good things about Singaporean and I do not like to use the word like “Singapore Chinese or Singapore Indian”. We should all work as a team to build the reputation for the country that is why we are different from other country. Well, we should not speak our own language also especially with you around as you might not feel good. Since we can speak English, why not share our joy & experience with you? The only thing is we do not speak fluent English but we can always learn from people like you. Glad to have with us as a family for the past 15 months and let’s work together to build 01 at a different level against our next nearest competitor. Thank you for your contributions for the past 15 months.

By the way, thanks for your below wonderful message and I have the confident that many of our colleagues will do the same eventually. Cheers……


Now, if only 10 more people thought like that, we could change the whole cultural paradigm of this nation and indeed be Uniquely Singapore.

Dean's Studio

Dean is my company's official photographer, and today we went down to his studio to have some corporate portraits done of our MD.

Dean is not a famous photog, neither does he have expensive equipment or an eye for the quirky.

What he does have is a humble heart, sufficient skills to make you relax in front of the camera and reasonable prices. Oh, and an amazingly quick turnaround.

So if you need pics, good and fast, you could make a worse choice than my man, Dean.

Check him out at http://www.deanstudio.com.sg/

Tuesday, December 19

Theatrical Terms

I can't remember who originally sent me this, or where I read it, but it made me hoot with laughter at the accuracy of the definition.

Since we are in Christmas pageant mode, I thought it appropriate to post here:-

Theatrical Terms Defined

Eternity - The time that passes between a dropped cue and the next line.

Prop - 1. A hand-carried object small enough to be lost by an actor shortly before it's needed on stage. 2. Anything that gets in the way of a scene change.

Director - The individual who suffers from the delusion that he or she is responsible for every moment of brilliance cited by the critic in the local review.

Blocking - The art of moving actors on the stage in such a manner as to not collide with the walls, furniture, orchestra pit or each other. Similar to playing chess, except the pawns want to argue.

Quality Theater - Any show with which you were directly involved.

Turkey - Every show with which you were not directly involved.

Final Dress Rehearsal - Rehearsal that becomes a whole new ball game as actors attempt to maneuver among the 49 objects that the set designer added at 7:30 that evening.

Tech Week - The last week of rehearsal when everything that was supposed to be done weeks before finally comes together at the last minute; reaches its grand climax on final dress rehearsal night when costumes rip, a dimmer pack catches fire and the director has a nervous breakdown.

Set - An obstacle course which, throughout the rehearsal period, defies the laws of physics by growing smaller week by week while continuing to occupy the same amount of space.

Monologue - That shining moment when all eyes are focused on a single actor who is desperately aware that if he forgets a line, no one can save him.

Bit Part - An opportunity for the actor with the smallest role to count everybody else's lines and mention repeatedly that he or she has the smallest part in the show.

Dark Spot - The stage area which the lighting designer has inexplicably forgotten to light, and which has a magnetic attraction for the first-time actor. A dark spot is never evident before opening night.

Hands - Appendages at the end of the arms used for manipulating one's environment, except on a stage, where they grow six times their normal size and either dangle uselessly, fidget nervously, or try to hide in your pockets.

Stage Manager - Individual responsible for overseeing the crew, supervising the set changes, baby-sitting the actors and putting the director in a hammerlock to keep him from killing the actor who just decided to turn his walk-on part into a major role by doing magic tricks while he serves the tea.

Lighting Director - Individual who, from the only vantage point offering a full view of the stage, gives the stage manager a heart attack by announcing a play-by-play of everything that's going wrong. One who whines, throws fits, and says "This is the last show I'm doing here! I swear to God !"

Makeup Kit - among experienced community theater actors, a battered tackle box loaded with at least 10 shades of greasepaint in various stages of desiccation, tubes of lipstick and blush, assorted pencils, bobby pins, braids of crepe hair, liquid latex, old programs, jewelry, break-a-leg greeting cards from past shows, brushes and a handful of half-melted cough drops.

Stage Crew - Group of individuals who spend their evenings coping with 50-minute stretches of total boredom interspersed with 30-second bursts of mindless panic.

Strike - The time immediately following the last performance that all cast and crew members are required to watch the two people who own Makita screw drivers dismantle the set.

Actors - People who stand between the audience and the set designer's art, blocking the view. That's also the origin of the word "blocking," by the way.

Stage Right, Stage Left - Two simple directions actors pretend not to understand in order to drive directors crazy. ( "No, no, your OTHER right !" )

Monday, December 18

4 days more!!

There are 4 more days to opening night of Baghdad Cafe - a musical production of Full Gospel Assembly, and as usual, there is gonna be a huge miracle involved in pulling this off.

But it's a miracle that will happen. Because it happens every year.
Every year, the musical does not get written till 2 weeks before Christmas.
Every year, full run rehearsals only happen the week of the performance.
Every year, scores of people crawl out of the woodwork to help with a million last minute tasks like cutting out tickets, arranging seating, ushering and catering.

And every year, they put up a bang up show with original score, talented actors, awe inspiring singing and innovative sets.

There is something to be said for working within the family - somehow everybody knows what needs to be done and eventually someone does it. It will not win any Tonies, Oscars or Emmys, but it will touch hearts and possisbly change lives. That's what I love most about Christmas pageant and plays - the simple heart warming touch that reflects the Person that first touched us.

Come watch it. Bagdad Cafe

Thursday, December 14

The Charleston

As they say here in Singapore, "The Charleston is very the siong!" (Translation: Dearie me! That was rather difficult to master, wasn't it?)


For those who have never heard of this dance form, this is it.

Of course, I did not look anything like that, during my first lesson yesterday. And thankfully, neither did the rest of the 10 or 12 students who were there, although some of them had some basic dance experience in various forms. This stuff is hard man! Takes alot of energy, alot of letting go of your inhibitions and just...swinging.

What we learned yesterday was 20s Charleston, and just the basics at that. All that freestyling and improv that make up the soul of the dance will have to come later. Much later, for me at least.

For now, I will concentrate on getting my calves and thighs to stop aching, and listen to some Ella and Louis. That'll do me.

Wednesday, December 13

The only Christmas Play you should see this year!



If you need tickets, email me. I will be watching it on the 23rd.

So, what do you do?

I find that when people ask me this question, I tend to go into in depth detail about the things that I do in my office during working hours. The success of projects, the annoying idiosyncracies of colleagues, the frustration of justifying ideas to the management and of course all the mundane budgets and reports.

But this is just what I do to put bread on the table and provide my family with shelter against the elements. What I actually do on a day to day basis that have meaning, fulfillment and joy, usually have nothing to do with what takes place between 9-6 , Monday to Friday.

So the next time someone asks me what I do, this will be my answer.

1) I worship an awesome and mighty God, who provides everything I need, and his Son Jesus Christ, who took my sins in exchange for His Life.

2) I raise a wonderful boy, who amazes me everyday with his talents and blesses me with his laughter.

3) I relish and maintain close relationships with the ones I love, koffeeklatsching, movie watching or just hanging. I try and make my presence felt in their lives.

4) I am writing a book - historic fiction, in a sense, a biograpy in another. If you really want to know what it's about email me, cos I don't want to see it on Oprah's Book Club with someone else's name on it. :-)

5) I transcribe sermons for my church, so that future generations will remember the foundations that God provided us. Currently they use the transcripts for daily devotion emails, but I like to think what I do has far reaching impacts.

6) I dance. I have completed Salsa, and had learned Indian dance in my childhood. Now I am moving on to the Charleston. I am learning that from Sinclair Ang, a good friend, great dancer and wonderful human being. I don't dance to exercise, or lose weight, as people insist of believing, but to express the joy in my heart with my body.

7) I do anything associated with theatre. Free or paid, I am there. I will watch, build sets, write scripts, block, act, cue sound or stage manage. Free or paid. It's the only thing I will quit my 9-6 job for.


There. That's what I do. A little long winded, but now you know.

Unless of course, they ask me what I do for a living. Then I have to say:-

(droning voice) I am hired to corporately and commercially market the services of a local SME that resell computer supplies and hardware.

Now which answer do you prefer?

Tuesday, December 12

Retail Tear-apy or How Bad Service Reduced Me to Tears

Customer service should NOT be proportionate to the size of the price tag. Regardless of whether I am paying $10 or $100, I should be able to expect the same amount of respect and attentiveness.

But honey, this is Singapore. Customer Service is NOT our way of life.

I decided to get cracking on the Christmas shopping yesterday and went to Vivo City since the 3 stores I wanted to hit were all there (Toys R Us, M&S and Tangs)

Good try but...

We first walked into Tangs, and I wanted to buy this pair of shoes. The sales girl was nice and helpful and went and got my size for me without complaining or anything.

BUT she let me walk away without closing the sale!!! I mean, if I could see that the customer was really interested in the item, and the only thing stopping her from buying it was that she wanted to shop around and not have to carry the shoes, I would have at least asked her to pay for it first and offer to hold it for her till she is done.

But she let me walk away and I never did go back and get those shoes. There is always a better deal elsewhere right?

Bouquet

M&S was a pleasure to shop at, as usual. The salespeople don't follow you around (they have plain clothed store detectives for that) :). But when you need them, they are right there, at your elbow. To me this says vigilance.

But this one salesgirl really went the extra mile. I tried on a blouse that I really loved, but it was a little frayed at the seams. She not only called the other stores to find out if they had them. When she found out they didn't, she called the warehouse to order one piece in for me!! I was blown away by her initative and desire to delight the customer. This is why, as inflated as their prices are, I keep going to back to good old Marks and Spencer.

Brickbat

Toys R Us was a totally different story. 8 staff milling around the customer service counter, talking. One cash register open. 10 people in line - some with a full trolley, and behind them, a little girl with one lollipop.

Do they just not see it? Are we such a permission-based society that we have to wait for people to tell us to do our jobs?

Finally, one of the irate ang moh customers complained and they grudgingly opened another counter. I hope someone had the sense to let the lollipop girl go first. I didn't hang around to see.

Brickbat 2

It was the same at Burger King. 4 customers in each line. 7 employees behind the counter. Only two were manning the cash registers. 2 of them were engaged in the all important task of refilling the chili and ketchup sachets and aligning them perfectly. The other 3 were staring at the metal shelves of burgers as if waiting for the Holy Grail to appear.

The manager finally put two and two together, and despatched some of the Crusaders to take orders. The chili and ketchup girls where told to pack it in. I hope this was a result of the angry glaring I did in his direction.

Monday, December 11

Snapshots of a mildly dysfunctional family

Last week, my family (extended) rented a holiday chalet in Changi for a few days of togetherness, general R&R and lotsa love.

And it was. When you throw about 10 aunties, uncles, cousins together with a liberal sprinkle of itinerant friends and lots and lots of alcohol, there tends to be general goodwill all around.

The chalet also marked a few important occasions. The end of "O" levels for Shalini. A new beginning for Vinodhan, who goes into National Service tomorrow. And don't forget the bonding moments - for the ladies, a good gab fest, and for the men, a chance to do macho warrior things like crab fishing and bush whacking.

Of course, you can't throw that many people together in one space without some friction. Lest I give you the impression that we are perfect or something. My relatives range from the ultra laid back, let-me-know-when-the-house-is-on-fire type, to the extra panicky is-that-a-picture-of-fire type. And the two annoyed each other to high heaven. Too neat, not neat enough. Too cold, not cold enough. Snoring too loud, I don't bloody snore!

Everyone was too polite to yell at each other of course, but that would have been fun to watch *rubs hands together in glee*. My laid back cousins fumed in frustration as one of the ultra picky aunties kept yelling down the stairs to "keep the volume down" , because it was 2a.m. and she needed her beauty sleep. She was aptly nicknamed "Military", and we played a "take a swig everytime she whines" drinking game.


The shoes tell the story. "Military" has been here.


This is what the bedrooms at the chalet looked like before we got there.



And this is after. We are resourceful, if not anything.

Friday, December 8

Movie Review - Happy Feet



My husband said it best after the movie:-
"I didn't know the saviour of the world was blue eyed and white faced."

If you watched it through your innocent child-eyes, then the story is this:-
Mumble the Penguin was born different, dancing, instead of singing.This is because his father Everybody gave him a hard time about it, until he used his dancing feet to save his world from a famine. Encouraged by his gang of Latino friends, and now-on, now-off girlfriend Gloria, Mumble is a ugly penguin that turned into a hero. As Ramon, Mumble's Latino friend says, "This guy is so accidentally cool."

If you are a slightly older child, you will also receive the following messages
1) Authority is bad. The man wants to keep you down, and he is an ignorant fool.
2) It is ok to be different, as long as you are cool different.
3) If you too different, you can always move to another country where people will think you are cool.
4) Pollution is killing all the penguins and we are are catching too much fish, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT!!

I hope everyone who went watched it through the eyes of an innocent child, because I did not like the socio-political commentary. But the music and the dancing was waay fun. Most of the heartsongs were old school retro classics like Boogie Wonderland, which has all the 70s children in the cinema grooving. There was this little girl who got up and danced in the aisle and she got her fair share of applause too.

Overall, Happy Feet is a good, well-made animated movie. The VOs by Elijah Wood, Hugh Jackman, Nicole Kidman and Robin Williams were awesome. And some of the avalanche animation was breath taking. Anyone who has played Tux Racer will enjoy the action sequences in the movie. And the characters were well developed and totally had our sympathy. Script-wise, it had its weak moments, but Ramon and his friends totally stole the dialogue with their swaggering machismo and easy camaraderie.

Thursday, December 7

What's in a name?

These immortal words of Shakespeare were the theme for the conversation among us cousins while we were at our holiday chalet the last 2 days. We were wondering if the etymology of a person's name actually plays a part in shaping his/ her character and eventually destiny. (This, of course, presupposes that your parents gave you names that they thought about, deliberated over and mean something.)
Take mine for example. Nalinee is from the root word "Nalinam", which in Tamil means "graceful and feminine", usually referring to a dancer's movements and gestures.

So, am I graceful and feminine because that's who I am, or because my name somehow influences my personality? Jumping to the conclusion that I AM those things of course.

But what if they had gone with their first choice and named me Mira? (She was a woman who believed that she was born to be the bride of the Hindu God Krishna, and spent her life in worship and devotion in front of his statue.) Would I still have been graceful and feminine? Would I have been able to embrace the love of Christ, or would I have believed that I had to worship Krishna like my namesake?

In the bible, it says that God called forth things into being by naming them. And later he passed that ability on to Adam, who named all the creatures. And when Death (the Fall) entered his life. Adam wisely used his gift and called his companion "Life!" (Hawa in Hebrew or Eve, when Anglicised). He thus called life into a situation that may have ended humanity altogether.

And God set a precedent when he renamed Abram (Exalted Elder) and Sarai (Domineering One) to Abraham (Father of Many) and Sarah (Princess). After this change of names, their destiny also changed and they brought forth Isaac and the entire Jewish nation, thus fulfilling God's promise to Abraham.

This only led me to remember a discourse I heard recently on how the ancient Hebrew name of God reveals the gospel of salvation, 4000 years before the birth of Christ.

This is pictorial, so bear with me as I try to explain it in words. Also remember that Hebrew reads from right to left.

H V H Y


Hei Vav Hei Yud

Now, like Chinese, every Hebrew letter is also a symbol for a word.

Yud - Open hand, as if in blessing

Hei - Divine Grace

Vav - Nail

Hei - Divine Grace

So if you read the symbols, God's name, Yahweh, actually says:-

The Open Hand of Grace, Nailed in Grace.

Now, does that remind you of Someone? :)



*Hebrew Lesson and Name of God Discourse credited to Pastor Joseph Prince*

Monday, December 4

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing

I was walking through Citylink Mall on my way back from church yesterday, when I saw something that really baffled me. Citylink Mall, like all other malls, also have their little Christmas campaign to make us spend money we don't have yet, and this is what it said:



For those of you who have less than perfect eyesight, what it actually says is "Let Christmas Joy befall you."

Befall? Befall? I have only ever heard the word used in a negative context as in "Let no harm befall you", so off I went to my trusty friend Webster.

And true enough, he says: to happen especially as if by fate

So now we are fated to have the joy of Christmas? It's not by choice? Oh dear, this absolutely throws a spanner in the works.

Grr.. I wonder who the advertising agency is who
a) came up with the idea or
b)didn't have the sense to advise their client on language usage.

Maybe it's time to buy them both a good Webster's dictionary. Or the way I feel right now, to throw it at their heads.

Friday, December 1

New Nostalgia

I was looking for Dhoom 2 songs on youtube when I came across this blast from the past.

I swear Zeenat Aman is the hottest fox, man! All these new starlets can't hold a disco ball to her.

The faux musicians in swimsuits are a funny looking bunch, though.

Do you hear what I hear?

My colleague who sits immediately to my left is a pretty nice person. She also is a fan of what I think is the most annoying radio station in the world - 97.2FM. She listens to it 5 days a week, from 9 to 6:30 and it's starting to drive me barmy.

It is a Chinese radio station that consists of the following totally annoying segments (from what I can guess):

1) Songs by singers with vibratos that are longer than 8 seconds. There are a few of these. They sometimes do them in duets too, for added enjoyment. It must have been considered a great musical feat during that era (190s or whatever), to be able to trill like a songbird every 15 seconds. They really take synchopation to new depths here.

2) Advertising by Homeway Design. This interior design shop must have a master contract because they are on every station. And TV. With what is probably the most annoying jingle in the world. Honestly, the only one that I have hated with an equal passion is the Springcoil mattress ad, where there is the high pitched loud sound of a spring uncoiling. It was like scratching your nails on a blackboard.

3) A call-in request programme for fogeys older listeners. They tend to be long winded, have hearing problems and request songs that bring to mind soft focus lenses and rainbow spectrum lighting. And Rahima Rahim in a white dress with a diamante hair clip holding a slim mike with a big pagoda ring on her finger.

4) An evening segment where 2 Chinese DJs pretend to be Indian and mimic the Tamil language as they present their show. This seriously irritates me - both because of the bold bigotry, but also because it's the segment that my colleague enjoys the most and hence turns up the volume! Grrr!

I have taken to plugging in my headphones when I need to concentrate, so that I can block out her radio, but that's not a good long term solution. It also means I can't hear the phone, or my boss calling. Which can be a good and bad thing. Heh heh.