Friday, September 22, 2006  11:57 PM
Wonderland in France
 I did not pose for this, okay.
 The innies Looking coy Camera viewing as usual The girls Hong Kong, here we come
Pictures from this year's Paparazzi production, overdue but up on the blog, no less. I thought 'Wonderland' was not a bad production, although I have no other CS productions to compare it with. But I didn't quite feel patriotic or enthusiastic like I did when I watched an SCGS performance be it drama, dance or choir. Those days were fun - when we bought flowers for the performers because they were usually our friends and when we cheered like crazy. This time round, the only person I consider a good friend worth giving anything to on stage was Mel. And she chose to be the laziest seven sin of all: sloth. Which meant she basically slept on stage when she wasn't dancing. But she was amazing, and clearly, the best dancer there. Of course, the main reason why I enjoyed the night was because of the company of the Innies. Supper was nice, and even more so cos we haven't had that kind of outing in awhile. "If it's any consolation, I'll take good care of her for you girls." - Derek We burst out laughing when Janis' husband, Derek, said that to us yesterday right before the both of them sailed through the departure gates for two years in France. The married glamour girl has left and it's still slightly surreal although she has left for perhaps the most glamourous country in this world. She'll be walking down Champs-Elysees while we'll still be walking down Orchard Road. See the vast difference? Although a potentially sad event, many funny things happened. For one, we realised that everyone is vain. Seriously. Or self-conscious. Janis was going around taking photos with her friends and during this one group picture, her friend took off her specs when she thought no one was looking. And then when the picture was taken, she stealthily slipped them on again. Of course that sent us doubling over in laughter because the poor woman didn't realise we were laughing at her and because she reflected so much of ourselves. And when Fel sent Jules and I to the airport, she crossed the line at one of the traffic lines and had to reverse before the line. We all agreed that reversing that way makes the car feel and look sheepish. Like it did something wrong and was apologising. I thought that analogy was hilarious. I'll miss Janis though - she really has nurtured, taught and watched the GGs grow in so many aspects and alot of what we are today in our walk with God is because of her encouragement and guidance. I think the GGs should all save money and fly to France to visit her. That would be tres chic! And with all that French lessons I'm taking now in school, it's time to put them to use. La France est un beau pays... Tonight's 40DOP session was excellent. I really felt God's power working in our small group and I see prayers answered and lives about to change. And I'm filled with a greater joy - I was smiling the whole way through. You're the reason that I live
The reason that I sing
With all I am
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Sunday, September 17, 2006 12:49 AM
When dreams become reality
With a click of the mouse, I'm on my way to spending four months in my favourite Asian city.
Hong Kong.
I envision shopping at Tsim Sha Tsui and Mongkok, eating at the roadside stalls, 'gai dan zai' being a daily must-have, dressing up in coats, scarves, leggings and hats (finally!), Hong Kong Disneyland, Ocean Park and Macau on weekends and the rest of Asia - Taiwan, Japan and Korea during the breaks. And of course, the comfort that home is only a three and a half hour flight away.
I'm scared of leaving home of course, yet excited because this is the only other place in Asia I would want to spend a long period of time in. And God's plan just marvels me all the time - I told him I would go ahead wherever He put me, and I see how much He has unravelled to me by not giving me a slot in the United States. For one, I know I'm going to miss my family and friends so much and being in Hong Kong enables them to come up anytime they wish. I can envision my mom flying up already. Secondly, God has placed people close enough to my heart to experience this new adventure with me by placing me in City University of Hong Kong. He even sent a roommate along and I think that's just amazing. And to think that all of us put City U as our second choice. Thirdly, being Chinese in Hong Kong definitely sounds more comforting than being Chinese in the United States, although I need to start seriously brushing up on my Cantonese.
I also thank God for friends that drive all the way to my house to put a bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in my mailbox. That's one of the most touching things someone has done for me in a long while. Love you.
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Monday, September 11, 2006 10:10 PM
Chained-up hearts
Say hello to Gem, nine months from when you last saw him. It's almost impossible to get a picture of him, so consider this one a rarity. Looks are deceiving - he looks all cute and obedient with those eyes like limpid pools but he really is hyperactive and never listens to what I say.
He loves me most in the family, though. At least, that's what his dog signals tell me judging from the fact that I'm the only one in the house that he bullies successfully. I don't have the heart to discipline him like the rest of my family members and because of that, he follows me around incessantly and attempts to devour my toes.
But with a face like that, can I refuse?
I've been feeling that all too familiar feminist streak in me as of late. Maybe it's because of the many girl talks and walks which I feel are ranked the top three things in this world that make me happy. Or that casual remark by Gen about remaining "nun-like", and how I'd hate things to change between the GGs. Perhaps it's because I see too many of my friends become an entirely different person once a significant other enters their lives. Suddenly, she becomes soft and submissive like the world revolves around him. And I detest that human weakness in the fairer sex when sugar-coated words out of a male's lips make our day even when they don't mean it and when that she feels compelled to put on that cute (gosh, I'm starting to hate that word) demeanor to get his attention.
Oh, please.
Or you could just think this entire post as a waste of time and believe that I'll just be like one of you when that day comes. But I'm not ready to trip over myself just yet.
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Wednesday, September 06, 2006 8:57 PM
The idol they are not
Here's my take on this year's Singapore Idol. I'm preparing myself and letting all this go so I don't end up writing a biased article during tomorrow's newswriting class, on what else - Singapore Idol.
For the good of Singapore, and for the sake of everyone on this planet who might see this island as a talentless country, Jonathan should win this year's competition.
He's far less irritating than Paul and Jasmine, and he actually possesses a tiny bit of idol aura about him. I quite like his personality so far, and his song choice totally agreed with me. Tonight's performance of Snow Patrol's 'Chasing Cars' was surprisingly good - almost as good as Snow Patrol themselves. Almost. 'Chasing Cars' was on repeat mode on my iTunes playlist just about a month ago. And I sang along to his performance. I never sing along to any other idol's performance, because... urghh, I can't imagine myself doing so.
There's no other word to describe Paul but annoying. Everytime he appears on screen and does one of his stupid moves, I cringe. What's more, he actually looks like a transvestite. I'm not exactly saying he's a poseur here, because I do think that this image is really what he is. Except that to me, it's weird. The fact that he likes Avril Lavigne also reduces some brownie points, if he had any to start with. And of course, he cannot sing. He has to go next, along with his awful hairstyle and eyeliner.
To be fair, Jasmine has a rather decent voice by a Singaporean Chinese girl's standards. However, she embodies the type of girl I never want to be and at times, her dress sense baffles me. We shan't even touch on her diction and pronounciation because I could go on about it for days. And who doesn't know the logic that male celebrities have more mindless teenage girls supporting them than female celebrities do? So, Jasmine's out in my books.
Hady. What's endearing about him is his boyish looks and the fact that perhaps, he can actually sing. I don't mind him taking the Singapore Idol crown because he might do justice to it, except for the fact that I believe in the Singapore media's system of democracy. Oh they might say they go by the number of votes and all, but underneath it all, there is no way another Malay boy can win again after Taufik did because it might result in racial conflict and all that Social Studies stuff. The government will definitely not want that to happen, so we can forget about the seemingly fair voting system.
But honestly, none of these people would make it past the second round of American Idol. And I feel like quoting myself already for tomorrow's assignment.
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Sunday, September 03, 2006 12:42 AM
Welcome to my life
School school school. The monotonous cycle is into fifth week and I hate the emotional highs and lows it brings when Mondays roll by too quickly and Thursday nights seem light years away.
I feel so pressured - everyone in my course is so competitive about every single thing. It's crazy and it's making me become one of those people that I think I'm going crazy too and I'm about to burst thinking of the amount of work I have next week. Yet I still manage to fall asleep during Detenber's 8.30am lectures. Tests are slowly looming ahead, graded assignments, designed resumes which I can picture in my head but have no idea how to put into action, Singapore Idol articles...
Which reminds me, I'm now on Hedwig's 'I-know-who-you-are' honour roll.
I've been doing a perfectly good job at keeping myself as low-profile as I possibly can in her class. Sitting in the middle row, nodding my head attentively during her class and smiling at the right moments like in a script - so I blend in like everyone else. Until I walk into class on Thursday and the first thing she says is my name. It's like the call of death. Your heart practically stops and your mind races for something clever to say.
Stupid INSTEP application. Turns out that she knows me because she gets to recommend students to go for the exchange programme. She tells me she will never forget me because I wrote that I liked the smell of petrol on my attendance card. And darn Kate Spade. Indeed, we launched into a surreal five-minute conversation about Kate Spade with her gushing over the shops in New York, but I believe she does think I'm a fluff student inside.
I predict more frightening days to come now that she calls out my name in a singsong manner with unnerving familiarity.
And welcome to the real world. I just found out that I'm either seen as stuck-up in CS, if not, a nice person who's too nice till I'm fake. Stuck-up. I don't know whether to laugh or to cry.
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