Sunday, November 28, 2004
I have returned. And the peasants rejoiced :) Actually, I came back last last Thursday. From Genting, remember? And here I am, alive to tell the tale. Why the late entry? Well, it was kinda busy the moment I set foot back here in Singapore. Lemme explain... (insert shimmering flash-back effect here)
So okay, I'm on my coach ride back. I receive an SMS from a friend about his wedding on the coming weekend. I already knew about that. Morning tea-ceremony on Saturday, wedding dinner affair on Sunday. Then there was the plea to be the MC for the afore mentioned wedding dinner affair. That, I did not know about. He had assumed, in booking the ballroom for the dinner, that a MC would be included in the package. Wrong. How am I to say no to a friend I've know for over a decade already?
So okay, I reach home, I unpack, I pass out, I go to work on Friday, I get run-over by the stack of impending doom which is my responsibility and become another statistic of the Singapore Armed Forces. What else is new? :) Weekend comes, and I have to drag my ass out of bed AGAIN at 5 in the morning for the ceremony and tradition that is a Chinese wedding. It basically involves following the bride and groom being shuttled between their respective homes (one lives in Sengkang, and the other, in Woodlands, which is practically 2 ends of Singapore), going through various motions that shall seal their souls together in a life-binding contract. FOREVER. All in all though, quite a productive Saturday morning. Dragged my ass home at 4pm and passed out blissfully.
Then came Sunday. The dinner was an elegant affair. Being the MC wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Really basic stuff. Introducing the lovely couple. Announcing their departure. Getting down to my bad sound and impressing everyone with my tight rhymes before realising that I wasn't supposed to be that kinda of MC. So the guests left, we retired to their hotel room, drank ourselves to another dimension, and called it a night. Who'd have thought so many people would be working the next day? And on a Monday too? :)
Yeah, that sorta summarises why I didn't really post anything the moment I came back. I never want to be a part of another Chinese wedding again. My body clock isn't built for that sorta punishment. Especially on the weekends.
Right, I've missed the point here somehow. How was the trip to the Genting Highlands? Expensive. Very expensive. It's pretty much catered to the family crowd. The kids go ape-shit over the rides, the adults gamble their troubles away (though ironically bringing upon themselves more), and the teenagers get stuck somewhere in-between. Ah yes. Genting Highlands. Something for everyone :) But hey, the weather was fantastic. Blissfully bloody cold. Smoking in that sorta weather is wondrous. All my money mostly went into food and drink. Yeah, I enjoyed myself. Anytime I'm away from Singapore is a good time :) So, that's about it. On retrospect (or just basically scrolling back up to have a look at all I've written), it doesn't seem like a whole lot does it? Well, it was enough for me, and hey, that's who this Blog's about right? :)
So okay, I'm on my coach ride back. I receive an SMS from a friend about his wedding on the coming weekend. I already knew about that. Morning tea-ceremony on Saturday, wedding dinner affair on Sunday. Then there was the plea to be the MC for the afore mentioned wedding dinner affair. That, I did not know about. He had assumed, in booking the ballroom for the dinner, that a MC would be included in the package. Wrong. How am I to say no to a friend I've know for over a decade already?
So okay, I reach home, I unpack, I pass out, I go to work on Friday, I get run-over by the stack of impending doom which is my responsibility and become another statistic of the Singapore Armed Forces. What else is new? :) Weekend comes, and I have to drag my ass out of bed AGAIN at 5 in the morning for the ceremony and tradition that is a Chinese wedding. It basically involves following the bride and groom being shuttled between their respective homes (one lives in Sengkang, and the other, in Woodlands, which is practically 2 ends of Singapore), going through various motions that shall seal their souls together in a life-binding contract. FOREVER. All in all though, quite a productive Saturday morning. Dragged my ass home at 4pm and passed out blissfully.
Then came Sunday. The dinner was an elegant affair. Being the MC wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Really basic stuff. Introducing the lovely couple. Announcing their departure. Getting down to my bad sound and impressing everyone with my tight rhymes before realising that I wasn't supposed to be that kinda of MC. So the guests left, we retired to their hotel room, drank ourselves to another dimension, and called it a night. Who'd have thought so many people would be working the next day? And on a Monday too? :)
Yeah, that sorta summarises why I didn't really post anything the moment I came back. I never want to be a part of another Chinese wedding again. My body clock isn't built for that sorta punishment. Especially on the weekends.
Right, I've missed the point here somehow. How was the trip to the Genting Highlands? Expensive. Very expensive. It's pretty much catered to the family crowd. The kids go ape-shit over the rides, the adults gamble their troubles away (though ironically bringing upon themselves more), and the teenagers get stuck somewhere in-between. Ah yes. Genting Highlands. Something for everyone :) But hey, the weather was fantastic. Blissfully bloody cold. Smoking in that sorta weather is wondrous. All my money mostly went into food and drink. Yeah, I enjoyed myself. Anytime I'm away from Singapore is a good time :) So, that's about it. On retrospect (or just basically scrolling back up to have a look at all I've written), it doesn't seem like a whole lot does it? Well, it was enough for me, and hey, that's who this Blog's about right? :)
Monday, November 15, 2004
I'm surprised I forgot to mention it in my earlier posts. "What?", you're wondering (Yes, I have every right to decide what you're thinking, since you're reading MY blog :)) Well, I'll be embarking on a trip to Genting Highlands tomorrow. The coach is at 7am, and the trip'll be around 6 hours or so. I'm mad excited. I'm looking forward to everything, from the trip up, to the stay, and the (hopefully) deliciously cool weather. It'll give me a chance to wear something with long sleeves and not have to worry about the sauna in my armpits :)
So I'm staying over at Audra's place, since her mom's gracious enough to give us a ride to Golden Mile Complex, where our coach awaits. Gonna have to drag my sorry ass out by 5:30am. Ugh. All things considered, it'll be one of the few times I'll have no complaints about getting up that early.
You know that feeling after you've packed and you're about to leave the house? The one where you can't help but feel that you've forgotten something? That there's that one crucial item you should've brought along that would make it the perfect trip, but because God hates you, he decides to block out that one memory canal, and awaits to see you writhe and scream in tantilising agony the moment you arrive and realise what it was you forgot? Yeah, that feeling. I hate it. So far, I've checked and double checked, and I can't think of anything else I may need. Well, let's hope I don't find out...
With any luck, I'll be back in one piece to write about the trip, good and bad. Let's hope the coach doesn't get in the way of any of those nasty landslides eh? :) In the event that I do, it's been a pleasure writing, and erm, drive safely? Heh, that was kinda morbid, but seriously, you never do know do ya? Take care boys and girls. Write all of you soon ;)
So I'm staying over at Audra's place, since her mom's gracious enough to give us a ride to Golden Mile Complex, where our coach awaits. Gonna have to drag my sorry ass out by 5:30am. Ugh. All things considered, it'll be one of the few times I'll have no complaints about getting up that early.
You know that feeling after you've packed and you're about to leave the house? The one where you can't help but feel that you've forgotten something? That there's that one crucial item you should've brought along that would make it the perfect trip, but because God hates you, he decides to block out that one memory canal, and awaits to see you writhe and scream in tantilising agony the moment you arrive and realise what it was you forgot? Yeah, that feeling. I hate it. So far, I've checked and double checked, and I can't think of anything else I may need. Well, let's hope I don't find out...
With any luck, I'll be back in one piece to write about the trip, good and bad. Let's hope the coach doesn't get in the way of any of those nasty landslides eh? :) In the event that I do, it's been a pleasure writing, and erm, drive safely? Heh, that was kinda morbid, but seriously, you never do know do ya? Take care boys and girls. Write all of you soon ;)
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
And here we are. The big TWO-FIVE. Quarter of a century old boys and girls. Not sure what to say, since a huge chunk has already been said a couple of days ago. "Thank you?" Heh, I figured I ought to write something on my birthday though. Commemorate the occasion and all. Just how old is 25 anyway? Is it supposed to be the prime of my life? Or is it beginning to end? *insert thoughtful chin scratching here*
Tell you what I do know though. I love sleeping in on rainy mornings, and having an ice-cold maguerita on a hot day by the beach. I love being out on a cold night with a beer in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. I love biting into a juicy, medium-rare steak, and then chewing on the sides of grilled fat. I love reading a good book late at night in bed, while my tunes are going on in the back. I love watching The O.C. religiously in my bunk in camp with my friends and fellow devotees, screaming in unison at whatever twists there are in the most recent episode. And I love just being... Alive.
So how were the birthday celebrations? Was all good. Or at least, based on what I can still remember, it was :) Plenty of food and drink in the company of my close friends. Just a simple enough house party. A big shout out to my parents, who were great hosts. And with this out of the way, I have Christmas to look forward to. Any of you guys in the mood yet? I am. Love Christmas. I'm an old-fashioned hopeless romantic. Which means I'll be dusting off that old Mariah Carey Christmas album I bought many moons ago soon :) Oh come on now, is all that eye-rolling really necessary? I'll have to start planning what to get for who. And then there's the budget too. Ugh. Heh, on the subject of gifts though (and life in general), I realised something. The older you get, the less you want. But what you want, becomes harder to get. Think about that :)
Tell you what I do know though. I love sleeping in on rainy mornings, and having an ice-cold maguerita on a hot day by the beach. I love being out on a cold night with a beer in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. I love biting into a juicy, medium-rare steak, and then chewing on the sides of grilled fat. I love reading a good book late at night in bed, while my tunes are going on in the back. I love watching The O.C. religiously in my bunk in camp with my friends and fellow devotees, screaming in unison at whatever twists there are in the most recent episode. And I love just being... Alive.
So how were the birthday celebrations? Was all good. Or at least, based on what I can still remember, it was :) Plenty of food and drink in the company of my close friends. Just a simple enough house party. A big shout out to my parents, who were great hosts. And with this out of the way, I have Christmas to look forward to. Any of you guys in the mood yet? I am. Love Christmas. I'm an old-fashioned hopeless romantic. Which means I'll be dusting off that old Mariah Carey Christmas album I bought many moons ago soon :) Oh come on now, is all that eye-rolling really necessary? I'll have to start planning what to get for who. And then there's the budget too. Ugh. Heh, on the subject of gifts though (and life in general), I realised something. The older you get, the less you want. But what you want, becomes harder to get. Think about that :)
Monday, November 01, 2004
Heh, time flies when you're having fun doesn't it? It helps when your computer comes crashing down, and you can't give a flying fuck too :)
Anyhow, yes children, daddy's back. Wow, last post was back in April huh? 7 months. Actually, my computer was fixed back in late September, but due to the distance that had grown between me and my keyboard, time was spent slowly getting reacquainted. It's like not having sex for more than a year. You don't exactly forget (Oh sweet GOD, you NEVER forget), but you should iron out the kinks eh? :)
So what's been happening? Work wise, it's been SSDD (Same Shit, Different Day). Think everyone can relate there. My social life has improved somewhat. 'Improved', meaning that I got attached sometime in July. Or was it August? Oh please, don't give me that look. It's not as if I stood trembling outside her door holding a rose and getting a photographer ready to take a picture as I asked her, "Do you want to go *cough cough* STEADY?" I leave that level of documentation to whatever intelligence agency is spying on me as I pick my nose.
It's been good. Better than good. Great. It's scary sometimes. Can something this soon be this comfortable already? Not that I'm complaining. After all that I've been through (and the various substances I may or may not have tried in my tumultuous youth), you can't really blame me for being a tad paranoid here :)
Ugh. Youth. Which reminds me. I turn 25 come November 2nd. A quarter of a century old. Who'd have thought I'd make it this far eh? And still in the army too *rolls eyes* Well, the big date of official release nears, boys and girls. 9th April is practically round the bend. What to do after that? Right now, the one option I'm seriously considering is a private Diploma/Degree in Mass Communications at MDIS (Management Development Institute of Singapore). Hey, did I already tell you guys not to give me that look? Hear me out first.
Okay, check this. After spending 5 very long years in Ngee Ann Polytechnic doing computer programming, I figured it'd be nice to learn something because, well, I wanted to. Purely out of interest. I don't care about the job market after I graduate. I don't care about how watered down it might be, or already is, or how far I want to go. I'm just taking it a step at a time. Lemme do what I want. Learn what I want to know. And we'll see what doors open for me when I reach that next step. Trust me, it took me 5 years to realise that I won't go very far learning something I have very little, or no interest in :)
Alright, that should be enough to tide you lot over. Till next time at least. And I promise, it won't take another 7 months :)
Anyhow, yes children, daddy's back. Wow, last post was back in April huh? 7 months. Actually, my computer was fixed back in late September, but due to the distance that had grown between me and my keyboard, time was spent slowly getting reacquainted. It's like not having sex for more than a year. You don't exactly forget (Oh sweet GOD, you NEVER forget), but you should iron out the kinks eh? :)
So what's been happening? Work wise, it's been SSDD (Same Shit, Different Day). Think everyone can relate there. My social life has improved somewhat. 'Improved', meaning that I got attached sometime in July. Or was it August? Oh please, don't give me that look. It's not as if I stood trembling outside her door holding a rose and getting a photographer ready to take a picture as I asked her, "Do you want to go *cough cough* STEADY?" I leave that level of documentation to whatever intelligence agency is spying on me as I pick my nose.
It's been good. Better than good. Great. It's scary sometimes. Can something this soon be this comfortable already? Not that I'm complaining. After all that I've been through (and the various substances I may or may not have tried in my tumultuous youth), you can't really blame me for being a tad paranoid here :)
Ugh. Youth. Which reminds me. I turn 25 come November 2nd. A quarter of a century old. Who'd have thought I'd make it this far eh? And still in the army too *rolls eyes* Well, the big date of official release nears, boys and girls. 9th April is practically round the bend. What to do after that? Right now, the one option I'm seriously considering is a private Diploma/Degree in Mass Communications at MDIS (Management Development Institute of Singapore). Hey, did I already tell you guys not to give me that look? Hear me out first.
Okay, check this. After spending 5 very long years in Ngee Ann Polytechnic doing computer programming, I figured it'd be nice to learn something because, well, I wanted to. Purely out of interest. I don't care about the job market after I graduate. I don't care about how watered down it might be, or already is, or how far I want to go. I'm just taking it a step at a time. Lemme do what I want. Learn what I want to know. And we'll see what doors open for me when I reach that next step. Trust me, it took me 5 years to realise that I won't go very far learning something I have very little, or no interest in :)
Alright, that should be enough to tide you lot over. Till next time at least. And I promise, it won't take another 7 months :)
