Flew back just in time to attend a dear friend’s wedding. They have been together since college methink, and have broken many hearts along the way [ok, it was just him :P].
First, the camwhoring bit. Haven’t done it in a long while. Ooh yes, must smile since I.have.removed.my.braces.whooppie!
With the pretty gals, and Tidus.
The wedding was pretty much the same as most weddings, except that it somehow wasn’t. Mmm, contradictions contradictions. From where I was seated, I could feel the sweetness of the couple’s love, and how unabashedly they showed it off for everyone to see [something usually quite muted at other weddings]. Then halfway through the night, the groom headed to the grand piano - to perform a surprise for his bride, and all of us at the table went, “?? since when does he know how to play the piano?!”. He candidly told all of us later that it took him 2 months to learn the piece and his wife was wondering why he was always returning home late. Laughs. Sweet!
The only picture I managed to capture of the busy couple, and the original F4 I knew who changed my life in uni. 1 of them had to attend another wedding on the same night, thus the no show..
With Iv-gor. He just flew back as well and said he wore the first thing he laid his hands on which wasn’t crumpled. Laughs.
I can’t maintain zen. At all. Been so angry and frustrated this entire week because of a. lot. of. sh*te. and. nonsense. thrown. my. way.
Leaving in less than 24 hours’ time and I
- have not changed my currency,
- have not packed my luggage at all [because I have no fr**king time, not because I procrasinated ok!],
- is still in the bl**dy office working,
- can’t print the boarding passes,
- am still waiting for that work laptop to bring with me for the conference.
ANGRY!!! Why are things so crappy and people so f***ed up?!
The bar community unofficially migrated to Plurk and some Plurks amused me to no end.
Bullying our resident asshat whom we all love.
[That was the period of time when everyone started changing their nicks to chinese, which ended up really hilarious. The first nick literally means 'toy boy', and the second is 'anyhow cross the road' <- Jaywalk.]
[[The thing about Plurk is that sometimes people can type things at almost the same time and they'll come out when one reloads the page, so repetitions are normal in a plurk.]]
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and then I’m off to sleep, hopefully.
It is probably a combination of everything [work, stress, obligations, time, exhaustion yadda yadda], and I’m writing this off the top of my head in the heat of feelings and emotions of Now.
I never wanted to be in this. Some of them knew, because I told them to put me only in the other group where my love is. I didn’t want to be in this, because 1) I can’t dance for nuts, 2) I weren’t sure if I could commit the time AND effort, 3) and all these would be unfair to others. But I agreed because “we need people” and “we have worked with you guys in the past” and I thought it was only one song - that first short one.
Seems like I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.
Hiding under the cap which isn’t mine but brought me some solace - it was to control those waves of helpless frustrations, but I doubt it worked much because I displayed so much attitude and I AM SORRY for that. *self-hate*
I couldn’t follow I couldn’t remember; my mind was just.. blank. I have no time [yes, Hina will scold me for that I think] to practice at home. The mind is willing [when functioning], but the body is not. Like wth.
Really feel like quitting it, but that would be irresponsible and unfair.
This is the first time, in 8 years, that vol. work is making me resentful and I hate how that feels.
How many policemen does it take to change a lightbulb sit on a guy’s head pin a guy down?
Guy and a cop were struggling in the middle of a road near a busy cross junction. Once cop got a better hold of guy, other cops appeared from several secret hiding places *poof!* and dashed across from all directions to pin him down but still struggled to contain him until a car stopped in guy’s path and then the cops sat on his head.
Sitting on people’s heads, why do I keep coming across such scenes?
Dear Private-number-who-have-been-calling,
You call at random timings, yet you never left an sms on me [which you would if it was urgent or important]. There have been a couple of Your Kind the past week, but you know, my mistress obstinately refused to pick all of them up; she once had a trying time where a group of strangers kept hounding her and her family through my relative - the Home Phone. Needless to say, my mistress never like picking up unknown or private numbers after the incident. It doesn’t help that my mistress can be quite an anti-social person too. But ooh, I [but not my mistress] wonder who you are, this mystery caller. Are you a friend, a foe, or an insurance agent? Are you calling to siphon money from my mistress or to ask her out or to simply chat with her? If you are a friend, please press *31# before my 8-digit name to identify yourself. If you are a foe, I don’t see why you should be calling. If you are a random insurance agent, please delete my name from your contacts forever and ever happilyeverafter theend kthksbye.
Yours truly,
Ms Mobile Phone
A message from Adrian Tan to the graduating class of 2008 of NTU Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information. Something for everyone.
Life and How to Survive It
I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.
My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.
On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.
Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.
And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.
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I feel like I’m Doing The Karen Cheng. -_-”
Remember the previous dressing room entry? This time the camwhoring took place in Raoul’s dressing room. Vouchers as gift from a dear dear friend; I will think of it everytime I wear the dress and use the other-thing-which-I-bought-with-the-vouchers.
Pardon the makeupless, tired-looking face and messy hair, actually I wasn’t camwhoring for the sake of camwhoring; took those photos to see how I really look [ie; Am I Fat Or Not?] from another perspective [through the camera lens, duh].
In the end, black won over pink, because body-hugging dresses are not my cup of tea [and yeah I know I am fat!].
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