Tuesdays with Ed

Another late session today with me leaving the compound at 1810hrs. Collected my lenses (I can see clearly now…finally) and headed home. Was hungry but sleep got the better of me. So I accidentally concussed on the unearthly hour of 1900 for a good 2.5 hours. Just as well. No good prime time TV apart from The Arena.

And frankly, those kids are getting on my nerves as each week goes by…
Trying to outspeak each other, rudely dismissing one’s point of view and trying their darndest (and lamest) to be sarcastic.
It’s like class all over again.
Gah.

Anyway, luckily I remembered. Tuesday nights are The Robinsons’ night. Have you met The Robinsons? No…have you met Ed Robinson, the serial loser?


Sadly, they are shortlived.
6 episodes.
What kind of sitcom is that?!

After that, it was time for Ed (yup 2 Eds within 30 minutes). Yeah I know the show ended 3 years ago. But StarWorld is only showing the 3rd season finale today. I have 1 more season to go before I finish things off with my favourite bowling lawyer.




Sigh….finally after waiting for 3 bloody seasons, Ed and Carol did get together. This happened in 2003. I hate MediaCorp for canning this show, resulting in me watching it on cable 4 years later.

With Ed Stevens and Ed Robinson away, my Tuesday night is officially over.
Who cares if the desperate housewives are frolicking in front of me right now?

Maybe I should “name” my future boyfriend(s) Ed. Ed 1, Ed 2, Ed 3…and so on.

Or I can always get a terrapin…cause it is the only thing I know how to rear.
Or so I think.


Meet Ed!

A thousand times goodnight, desperate bloggers.


P/S: Eh, your ex decided to try the “Do you want to start a business?” on me again!

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Da dum da dum

Firstly…

CONGRATULATIONS TO CY1!



…and hubby of course!

May every thing go smoothly.
Keep us posted!

I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh God it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes initialized
And folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
So while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me

'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
No one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

How much is real? So much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart
But never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
(No more sad voices)
Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember it's just different from what you've seen

I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head – Through Glass, Stone Sour


Stayed back real late in school and then at 1845hrs, met Lauren in town and we headed to Lido to catch the premiere of UGLY BETTY, courtesy of Bee Leng. Thank you!

And now…UGLY BETTY will be my new favourite show.

Why?

Cause I am Ugly Betty.





Okay…time to sleep. Am damn tired.

A thousand times goodnight, freaks and geeks.

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Happy Oscar Day!!

How come you make new friends without telling me, my darling?

Heh.



Just showered at Weiling’s place…after I slept on her couch.


Will there be a latest addition to this soon, Miss Wong?

Then somehow, the girls began to talk about breasts and bra. Weiling then took out this “magic” bra. She said it was good. You know what I mean…


What was she trying to demonstrate?

The guys joined us at chez Clara.



KC, CW, Captain Tony and Jacky

After class on Saturday I headed to town. Wanted to shop but plan was thwarted by the Chingay-gay procession. Alone, I squeezed in and managed to get a good spot. Then argh..I saw the MPs doing the hiphop routine.

Oh no…my eyes!!!


Stick to Parliament, please!


Met Lauren after that and then we caught…sigh… must be the one of the saddest ones I’ve seen so far this year.

The Pursuit of Happyness





It was Will Smith’s greatest performance, I tell you. It was even better than Ali and well, now we can see how the Oscar nomination came along.

The Pursuit of Happyness starts off bleak and then it goes to desperation and hopelessness and then ending it all with an ultimate high. It is the kind of relief one will get when is given oxygen after drowning for so long.

Martin Frohm: What would you say if man walked in here with no shirt, and I hired him? What would you say?
Christopher Gardner: He must have had on some really nice pants.

xxx

Christopher Gardner: Maybe happiness is something that we can only pursue. And maybe we can actually never have it no matter what.

xxx

Reverend Williams: The important thing about that freedom train, is it's got to climb mountains. We ALL have to climb mountains, you know. Mountains that go way up high, and mountains that go deep and low.


Think we both ended up crying. It was really depressing. Maybe those tears were also that of hope and relief. We are nowhere near that plight and we should be glad. We should be climbing our mountains with ease and not let any distractions sway us from the summit.

Sunday saw me waking up early. Felt life had been too tense and filled with crappy moments lately. So I headed to the pools, dragging Meiling with me. A sign of being unfit was me huffing after a few metres.

Swam/soaked till almost noon…had lunch…bought pillows and then home. Was so knackered I slept from 1530 to 2000hrs. Syiok-a-doo!

Now I am weirdly awake.

Anyway I need to address an issue but I shall do it tomorrow. Now, let me acknowledge OSCARS’ DAY and give my 2-cent prediction. I am still a bit peeved that I cant watch it live because the nature of my current job. Oscar Day leave has always been an annual ritual.


Performance by an actor in a leading role
Leonardo DiCaprio in “Blood Diamond” (Warner Bros.)
Ryan Gosling in “Half Nelson” (THINKFilm)
Peter O’Toole in “Venus” (Miramax, Filmfour and UK Film Council)
Will Smith in “The Pursuit of Happyness” (Sony Pictures Releasing)
Forest Whitaker in “The Last King of Scotland” (Fox Searchlight)

Ed’s Take: Whitaker, though I really really hope Smith can pull a bloody upset


Performance by an actor in a supporting role
Alan Arkin in “Little Miss Sunshine” (Fox Searchlight)
Jackie Earle Haley in “Little Children” (New Line)
Djimon Hounsou in “Blood Diamond” (Warner Bros.)
Eddie Murphy in “Dreamgirls” (DreamWorks and Paramount)
Mark Wahlberg in “The Departed” (Warner Bros.)

Ed’s Take: Shit this is hard. Murphy, but I really really favour either Arkin or Housou.


Performance by an actress in a leading role
Penélope Cruz in “Volver” (Sony Pictures Classics)
Judi Dench in “Notes on a Scandal” (Fox Searchlight)
Helen Mirren in “The Queen” (Miramax, Pathé and Granada)
Meryl Streep in “The Devil Wears Prada” (20th Century Fox)
Kate Winslet in “Little Children” (New Line)

Ed’s Take: Mirren. I didnt watch Notes on a Scandal but I do believe Dench is worthy. But I think Mirren looks too strong here. Streep’s movie is too fluffly and Winslet’s character isn’t that outstanding. Cruz? Cruz who?


Performance by an actress in a supporting role
Adriana Barraza in “Babel” (Paramount and Paramount Vantage)
Cate Blanchett in “Notes on a Scandal” (Fox Searchlight)
Abigail Breslin in “Little Miss Sunshine” (Fox Searchlight)
Jennifer Hudson in “Dreamgirls” (DreamWorks and Paramount)
Rinko Kikuchi in “Babel” (Paramount and Paramount Vantage)

Ed’s Take: Jennifer Hudson. Her American Idol snub was really a blessing in disguise. However, Barraza and Breslin get my soft spot. Blanchett….dont like her. Kikuchi..sorry. Her coochie is too hairy for my liking.


Best motion picture of the year
“Babel” (Paramount and Paramount Vantage)
“The Departed” (Warner Bros.)
“Letters from Iwo Jima” (Warner Bros.)
“Little Miss Sunshine” (Fox Searchlight)
“The Queen” (Miramax, Pathé and Granada)

Ed’s Take: Okay I managed to watch half of what’s on this list (watched The Departed but wasn’t really paying attention) but I think Babel and The Departed (sorry Scorsy!) wont win. I don’t care. For this, I will scream for Little Miss Sunshine. All the way!


A thousand times goodnight, Oscar freaks.


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Putting "GAY" in the CHING

There are so many things in life you can just dismiss with a simple "I dont know" or a relatively easier "I dont care".


So easy. So tempting.A quick combat to counter the ever inquisitives. Dont forget.
Top it off with the ultimete "Whatever".

Last night was an early crash. 7 hours of sleep and I still didnt go NPCC even though I was awake at 0730hrs. Nah...today I declare JIHAD. Went to Weiling's and Clara's houses yesterday for the festive visits. Had a free-easy time at Weiling's in the afternoon and then in the evening, we headed to Rivervale.

But not before gallivanting at CompassPoint. Haha.

Anyway, at chez Clara, we were then joined by Anthony, Jacky, KC and CheeWing. Nice to see them again. Aged, but ah, still the same people. Fun to catch up with them...I am still so mean to CheeWing after all this while. Hahaha.

We all went a long way back..CW, Anthony, Jacky and meself. Stuck in NPCC back then, we always sought humour in one another. CW was the squad's big nerd who surprisingly had the largest collection of trivia on his fingertips. His knowledge of pop music and entertainment was top class too. He might look like a Steve Urkel, complete with his ultra irritating "Did I do that?", but his knowledge is Ryan Seacrest!


"Did I do that? Hee hee hee!"

I remember he broke his leg at an NPCC camp. He spent the next few months recovering. I remember we went to his place (or was it in class) I just turned around and began to sing a song. I sang a Boyz II Men number but instead of being entertained, he hit me in the head. The song? On Bended Knee!

Hah. The guy's a scholar (he topped A levels in Anderson JC!) working for the government now. In his own words, he is dealing in "rubbish and garbage" ...yeah at the plant, ya'll. Mentioning scholar, Anthony is the other scholar (topped Os in Mayflower) who goes by the term "Captain" now. This 1st Class Honours guy is now with the SCDF and is now playing with fire. Woah, hero. Nice.


In case of fire, I'll call you directly on your mobile, okay?

Sigh...so many scholar-ly friends. Me?
Well, I am a scholar in my own rights too, okay!
Hahaha.

Awrite. It's payday. The mother is barking for money. I need to collect my contact lens. That will basically wipe out my packet already. Yup. Sad. What can I do.

Got to go. Must get lunch. Then it will be the class in the afternoon. Night time...ah, cooling time.

Oh no.

There's bloody noisy Chingay in town.

Crap.

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And here we go again...

I.Cant.Sleep!


My ex is … unknown.

Maybe I should spend less money.

I love being free and uninhibited.

I don't understand people’s obsession with Friendster.

I lose my temper quite often.

People say I am funny. Is it funny haha…or funny weird?

Love is missing in my life.

Somewhere, someone is having sex with the aid of Viagra.

I will always miss the morning walk to Uni in Perth.

Forever is a word much often abused.

I never want to intentionally hurt my friends.

I think the current US President should stay in Singapore for a year.

When I wake up in the morning, I hurl my pillow at the 5 alarm clocks blaring.

My past was carefree!

I get annoyed when Michael Learns To Rock come on-air.

Parties are for people to enjoy themselves…once in a while.

My dog is kidnapped by an alien.

My cat is neutered by the boogeyman.

Kisses are the best when they are unexpected.

Tomorrow is a day away.

I really want to be a housewife in Jurong…not.

I have low tolerance for people who think they can buy class with money.

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You're Gonna Love Me

Watched American Idol and woah…some of the ladies really blew me away. Taufik Batisah and Hady Mirza (Hady, who?) and their clones multiply by a thousand don’t even come close! Seriously, why?

Anyway it is Friday and soon, February will all be over. Was spacing out in the afternoon - on the bed, eating dark chocolates and feeling hot all over (not in the sexy sense) – when it hit me. I am 27. Geez.

I always know that age is not an issue in anything. But I cant just brush it aside, right? On Wednesday, I was covering for a teacher in an upper sec class and the kids and I got into a topic of life. Told them I was already 27 (I don’t like to hide my age..not yet, I guess) and they looked like they had a shock of their lives.

Kid A: ‘Cher, I thought you are like..24!
Kid B: Yeah! Like 22-25 years old, like that!
Ed: No no…27. Few more short of being 30.

Kids that age have a fixed idea of what they will be at 27. Hell, when I was 16, I thought I would be dead by 28! That gives me one more year, perhaps. Anyway now, those kids see me as someone really ancient. Thanks, that makes me feel really retro.


I don’t want.. I don’t want.


I had one hour with them. Somehow our topic changed from racism (assignment was given based on this) to teen decadent lifestyle, to smoking, to sex (cant escape this actually) to Singapore laws. Somehow the topic managed to lure confessions from the foreign students (China and Cambodia)…telling the whole class they were no longer virgins. I was like…what the hell were you saying that for?

That triggered the class (no one slept, amazingly!) to start asking sex and relationship-related questions. We all shared our 2-cents worth and it was nice to hear some wisdom from students whom you had once labelled to be difficult and rebellious. E’s words managed to earn him some respect from me. Suddenly, I didn’t see him as the world-class troublemaker. For that one hour, at least.

Connections like these make me love doing what I am doing. Sharing chances like these make me appreciate being someone who can share something with the younger ones.



Oh well.

Sharing is one thing.
Getting their attention in order to share experiences with them is another matter altogether.

There is this class…God help me…where I have to spend the first 15 minutes chasing after everyone. This will resort to me punishing everyone and lecturing non-stop… preaching on the importance of education, discipline..yada yada.


Can I? Can I?

My favourite nagging must be me telling them to get out of school totally if they are not interested and instead, go stand by the stove and flip burgers for a living at McDonalds. See if that beats being in class with friends and gaining knowledge along the way. They usually shut them up after that.

For the next 10 minutes, at least.
Morons.

Oh well.

A friend asked if I want to work in his private school as a lecturer. Let me think about it. Sometimes I think teaching is not suitable for me. But then again…I don’t think anything is.

It is already 0300hrs. I should be sleeping. Not been feeling good and a bit insomniacal. Right now, I feel like puking. But damn…I need to think of some work for the kids to do tomorrow.

A thousand times goodnight, noble teachers.


P/S: What the hell am I talking about? Teachers have all gone to bed hours ago!

P/P/S: Have a great journey to the great America, Grace! Remember.. “And the lights all went out in Massachusetts…”

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Mamimu

It was 0600hrs and the body refused to get up. Last night's headache and blocked nose had escalated into a fever. Maybe I was too tired yesterday. School was a killer. NPCC after that didnt make it any better.

Or maybe it was the bad dancing on The Dance Floor.
Help...there's a murder on the dance floor.
Oh I know I know I know I know I know I know

My shoulders feel so tensed.

Think I need to lie down again.

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Touch me in the morning

I am carrying something which is worse than a bomb.

What is?

The teacher's excuse pass.

Every student who wants to visit the toilet will have to take this pass from me. Just how many of them wash their hands after doing their businesses?

And here I am carrying it around my neck every other time.

I feel sick already.

Why arent the CNY holidays be 15 days long?

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Biohazardous

By the way, if you are here because you have clicked on the link from somebody else's blog, I just want to say that I am not nice and I dont pretend to be nice. I have a love-hate relationship with life. If you are here expecting to be ...I dont know...entertained and enlightened...I am afraid you will be disappointed.

If you are here because you clicked on my link on The Captain's website regarding the Timor trip, well, the trip is over. I am not as carefree or not as positive. And here, I dont really mince my words.

Thank you.

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On guard...shoot to kill

“You want all my love and my devotion
You want my loving soul right on the line
I have no doubt that I could love you forever
The only trouble is, you really don't have the time

You've got one night only, one night only
That's all you have to spare
One night only, let's not pretend to care
One night only, one night only
Come on big baby come on
One night only, we only have 'til dawn” (One Night Only, Effie White)

Love..love this.

The sister brought home a laptop and is bugging me about the wireless network number. I thought I saved the set of numbers in my handphone. Apparently, I didn’t. I did write them down and place the piece of paper in the box containing my computer cables and all but hah, I cant find the box now. So yeah…that’s it.

The auntie called just now and apparently the father told her that he is not going to get any sofa and stuff. The auntie told the father jokingly that she could not sit on the floor because of her leg condition and all. Then the father, how dare he, told the auntie if that was the case, then she shouldn’t come to our house. I was like…what the fuck!? How dare you say that to the woman who took care of your children…who helped you in times of need last time…who took you in when you just got married….How bloody dare you?

I am tired of living with a menopausing father.

Today he chided us for not bringing in the clothes before the rain poured down. What the hell…it was fine one moment. Yes it was cloudy..but he hung them out when the weather was already cloudy and then when the rain came, he blamed us? Eh wake up your idea lah old man. No matter what you say or do, we (the children) wont treat this place like it is our own. To us, it has always been a rest house. Since we have no say in anything…why bother building up familiarity and affection right? So screw you and all your decoration and newly-refurbished bullcrap.

And on top of this…add on a menopausing mother.



Anyway not having a couch, sofa..or any form of material that you can sit on…gives the mother no reason for nagging at me when I lie down to read. Fuck, with no proper eating area now, heck, I can even lie down and eat. Anyway good lah…the living room is not cluttered with furniture. Makes it easier to place the corpse when one of us dies. The parents have great vision. Good job. The living room is now spacious enough for not one corpse..but two three many.

Hooray.

[Yes, isn’t it obvious that I am pissed? I am pissed at the father for being so rude to the auntie. She didn’t even do anything to offend him. I am rude? Well he started it. My pissiness is intensified because my back is breaking due to not having a proper working area.]


*Breathes in…breathes out*

Fuck you.
Fuck you.
Fuck all of you.

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One night only...

One night in Jubilee, Ang Mo Kio, the non-familiar sound of Broadway was heard.







DREAMGIRLS does borders on the point of irritation cause some songs were too screechy BUT overall, I thought it is good! Jennifer Hudson and Beyonce have lungs of steel, I tell you. And the plot and pace really go well.

Effie Melody White: Tell me something, Curtis. Do you think it's right to promote an amateur performer over a professional?

Curtis Taylor Jr.: I'm not sure what this is about...

Effie Melody White: It's about fairness, Curtis. It's about people paying their dues. Isn't that what you keep telling me? "Get in line, Effie. Wait your turn". So why am I sitting here without so much as a B side on a 45 when an amateur like Martin Luther King Jr. gets his own freaking album? I mean, can he even sing?

Jamie Foxx is fantastic as always but I have a bit of a problem with the hyped Best Supporting Actor Eddie Murphy. I am sorry. Whenever he comes into frame, I have Norbit in my mind. And when he starts to sing, I can only imagine the voice coming out of Donkey (Shrek's kaki, remember?). Man…this is terrible.

Anyway DREAMGIRLS really does simulate Diana Ross and The Supremes. This is not a biopic and therefore, a lot of other acts are fictitious. But of course, they are based on some other famous people back then. Overall, I recommend this show…provided, you don’t mind musical kind of shows. A lot of singing, let me warn you.

Awrite. Need to crash.
Went to Café Del Mar @ Sentosa just now. Really really need to crash.

A thousand times goodnight, chilled-out chinchillas.

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