Like stars in heaven

Masih ku merasa angkuh
Terbang kenanganku jauh
Langit kan menangkapku
Walau kan terjatuh

Dan bila semua tercipta
Hanya untukku merasakan
Semua yang tercipta
Hampa hidup terasa

Lelah tatapku mencari
Arti untukku membagi
Menemani langkahku
Namun tak berarti

Dan bila semua tercipta
Tanpa harus ku merasakan
Cinta yang tersisa
Hampa hidup terasa

Bagai bintang di surga
Dan seluruh warna
Dan kasih yang setia
Dan cahaya nyata

Oh bintang di surga
Berikan cerita
Dan kasih yang setia
Dan cahaya nyata

It’s 0600hrs and I don’t think I’ll be sleeping. Need to finish up some stuff for class later. Maybe today, I’ll go in earlier.

I said maybe.

Plans to meet Sharinah to return her bag and to pass her food were thwarted because she couldn’t confirm with me her knock-off time. Met Lauren at AMK Hub instead and we ..hahahaha...caught a dumb-assed show.






Oh Maggie!

BALLS OF FURY has an absurd plot but wa-hey, it’s funny...in a Stephen Chow’s mo lei tou kind of way.


“I won't bite... not where it shows.” – Feng


Definitely not an Oscar material, Balls Of Fury cannot also be classified as the worst dumb show either cause it does have its funny moments. Mind you, those funny moments really need you to prick your ears cause the word plays and innuendos are really bizarre and laconic.

And of course, there’s the gorgeous Maggie Q.
Oh Maggie, if I were a guy, I would do ...
Stop it.
I am fasting.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Balls Of Fury is definitely neither the film you want to shed some intelligence upon nor the kind where you want to laugh and roll on the floor to...with bellyaches of giggling fits. It is silly but sedated. And it is quite PG...that’s the nice thing about it. Dumb shows usually have R tag on it. It does have its slightly sexual moments but it’s blink-and-you-miss-it kind and they are usually a play on words.

Which the kids, aunties, uncles and err..generally many others...dont get it.
But, ah, it is okay.

Next up: Shoot ‘Em Up, The Nanny Diaries...all sound mediocre but oh well..there’s no interesting ones at The Picturehouse.

Okay back to work.

Have a good Sunday.


P/S: Man U won!

P/P/S: Chelsea didn’t!


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Democracy for cows

Am breaking fast in my room..in front of the lappie.

 

I dont want to have a share with the junta outside.

 

I dont have a say anyway.And I dont want to get shot like the monks.

 

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I am because you made me...

 

I knew it.

 

The father is pissed off about the bench. It doesn't go with his zen/minimalist fuck crap. Why am I still in this family is beyond me.

 

Dysfunctional.

Totally dysfunctional.

 

And the sofa is not here yet.

I bet he will flipped.

 

I wonder why he bothered buying beds in the first place. Or renovating the house. Or re-painting the living room yucky brown and the kitchen yucky green. Or installing the useless ceiling fan. Why bother doing all these if you are not bothered about the comfort of other people coming over to "admire" your walls, kitchen or whatever you had renovated? Why bother with all these things when the basic necessities are missing? Like a fucking table and chair? Why bother when your children have to eat standing up...or huddle in front of the stove to eat?

 

Why bother having the computer cabinet when no one uses that computer anymore because the cabinet makes it inconvenient and not conducive? Why bother scolding us for not taking care of things when in the first place, you've never asked us for opinions about them in the first place anyway.

 

Why bother preaching us about sense of ownership when we feel jack-squat about everything around us?

 

 

And they say I am jaded, lazy and emotionless.

 

Pooh!

 

 

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High-bouncing lover, I must have you!

Com estàs?
Bé?

I am so flatted out.

Ran to the workplace (from the MRT station...not from home) cause I was late. Was involved with the orientation activity and today, it was an Amazing Race sort of thing. Predictably, it went crazy.

My group had 8 people - 2 China Chinese, 4 Indonesians, 1 Vietnamese and 1 Singaporean. Apart from the *Singaporean (duh) and 1 Indo boy, the rest were new and unfamiliar with Singapore and so, it was quite an eye-opener for them to roam around the Civic District.


* Actually, not really. He is a clueless, non-street smart 22 year-old. He thought the Macdonald House was McDee's HQ. He also doesnt know what does CHIJ stands for, where's the Singapore Arts Museum and what does Padang mean in English. Lord have mercy. Singaporeans!





We went to the Macdonald House, The Cathay, SAM, NTUC Income Building, Raffles Hotel, Church of Good Shepherd (where I brought them in and showed the creepy, gothic interior, complete with the Beetlejuice-esque organ and wind pipes), CHIJMES, National Library. Raffles City Mall, The Adelphi, Padang, Funan, Excelsior Hotel and some other places along the way.






Anyway, it was quite fun...until I got tired and thirsty, with the mid-day sun beating down my back. I swore my faith was tested. Tergugat imanku, nyah! The Indo boy broke his fast in front of me as he gulped down his mineral water while I looked on yearningly (at the water, not him).

I shall not be moved.
I shall not be moved.
I shall not be moved.

Yup, I did hold on until break-fast time. After that, I collapsed on the floor at 2030hrs and fell into deep sleep till midnight. Wanted to catch a show with Lauren at AMK Hub...but obviously I slept through her phone calls.

Now, here I am, wide awake and hungry. Gonna fry some fish for sahur.

I have a gazillion things to do: updating the football blog, doing my India's quad highway project, reading The Great Gatsby, reading up on the new modules (Documentary Theories and Global Culture...how boring!) and ...urgh..preparing for my Sunday school class.

Stupid me forgot to bring the textbook home. Initial plans to just wing it seems to be dashed cause I dont even have a clue of what the chapter contains. Should have just did my work in the afternoon just now instead of listening to a student's music remixes in the computer lab. But ah, he is really good at it...he makes everything sounds like it's from Ibiza.

So The Stupid Me (me!) has to go back to work tomorrow on her rest day to get the Communication Studies textbook. Need to go earlier in the day (that's just in a matter of hours) cause in the afternoon, the sofa man's gonna deliver the set.

Yeah, I'm gonna have a sofa. You guys dont have to sit on the floor, or on that makeshift beach table-and-bench (quite a cool thing, though) anymore. I am even having a bench (like that from school canteen) in my sparse kitchen.

At least...I am not as embarrassed as before to have peeps coming over. Though I like sitting and rolling on the floor, I cant assume everyone does.

Hah.

Time to fry fish.

A thousand times goodnight, adventure seekers, dream makers and rain dancers.


P/S: Am planning a short trip during CNY. Lombok is in the plans...am thinking of Sarawak, Chiangmai and Bandung.

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Ah Chong, Mamat dan Johnny..Muthusamy!

...sama-sama makan hidangan kami
Selamat, selamat, Hari Raya
Selamat, selamat, Aidilfitri ...


Oh!

It just hits me that we have entered the halfway-mark of Ramadhan.

That's fast.

Apart from getting my new clothes, I havent done anything else.

....and there are a gazillion things need to be done.


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Not coming home just yet

 

Now that it's all said and done
I can't believe you were the one
To build me up and tear me down
Like an old abandoned house
What you said when you left
Just left me cold and out of breath
I fell too far, was in way too deep
Guess I let you get the best of me

Well, I never saw it coming
And I should've started running
A long, long time ago
And I never thought I'd doubt you
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know

I'm slowly getting closure
I guess it's really over
I'm finally getting better
And now I'm picking up the pieces
From spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through
I got over you

You took a hammer to these walls
Dragged the memories down the hall
Packed your bags and walked away
There was nothing I could say
And when you slammed the front door shut
A lot of others opened up

So did my eyes so I could see
That you never were the best for me

Well, I never saw it coming
And I should've started running
A long, long time ago
And I never thought I'd doubt you
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know

I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over
I'm finally getting better
And now I'm picking up the pieces
From spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through
I got over you

Well, I never saw it coming
And I should've started running
A long, long time ago
And I never thought I'd doubt you
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know - Over You, Daughtry

..

..

 

Nice one.

 

Today Liah is having the recording of the ESPN's dating segment. Initially I told her that I would want to accompany her; but today it looks like I cant make it. Need to visit Queen E at the hospital.

 

Oh well.

 

 

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Elusive sleep

 

The extreme cold and hunger is making me sleepy. I have resorted to blasting Avril Lavigne.

 

So far...it works.

..

..

 

Cause if I fall asleep to Avril, I may not wake up at all.

 

She sure sucks.

 

 

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Being Operationally-Ready

 

And the earth says "Hello."

 

Rushed down to Changi General Hospital last night at 2200hrs after work cause got news that Queen E was really sick. All the aunties were there. It felt like Hari Raya. In fact, it is better than Hari Raya cause even then, I dont get to see everyone at the same time.

 

Yeah...Queen E is really sick. Last night, she was pushed away for a scan  and by the time it was done, she was asleep. So all of us went home at midnight. Barely 30 minutes at home, the auntie called and said she had been transferred to ICU. Think the father didnt sleep a wink at all last night. Guess to show that no matter what kind of dysfunctional relationships one has with the mother, blood is still thicker than water.

 

Me...I fell asleep on the floor while reading the papers.

Thank God I didnt have lesson planning to do.

 

Anyway, Queen E is not doing very well. Think it is just a matter of time. Sucks to see her just staring into empty space on the bed. not talking, not eating and not even wanting to try. Sucks to see that my auntie is "killing" herself supervising and running here and there. Also sucks to keep having that 'heart-jumping' moment whenever the phone rings or when there's an sms.

 

I am not close to Queen E; but death and sickness dont require affection or familiarity.

A loss is still a loss.

 

Whatever it is, I'm psyched. Living or leaving, either way, has its own perks.In fact, the latter doesnt seem like a bad thing to me after all. How is it bad when you are free from physical, worldy pain and you finally get to meet your Maker? Family members? They will always be there for you, dead or alive; always in their minds and in their hearts.

 

Maybe it is a good thing if God decides to take her back.

Plus, there's no holier month than Ramadhan...

 

Sudah lah.

Khalas.

 

 

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It was that day

Well well well.

Weiling and Junyi's ROM ceremony was on Thursday, 13 September 2007. Here's a recap of what happened that fateful day.

Singlehood, be gone.
For them, at least.


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Fucking Entry

Fuck off lah. You think only you are tired? You think only you are working and that I do jack shit? You think I like to rest for fun just because I am a fat cow? Fuck off lah.

I seldom do things for fun nowadays, understand?

Fuck you people and your fucking idealogies.

And if I dont wish to talk to you, that's my fucking problem.
If I dont want to look at you, that's my fucking problem.
Go mind your own fucking business.

And stop imposing your fucking views on me.

Dont bother me.

Go fucking away.


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Sub-zero in my system

 

This must be one of the most taxing fasting day.

 

No, I didnt do any hard work..or run around in the sun. Since 0900hrs+ I have been sittin here on my seat preparing for tomorrow's classes. However, the office feels like it has been transported to Siberia. I cannot take it...it's too cold. And my back is breaking.

 

I wore my thick denim jacket out to Raffles City for a short window shopping during lunch time and I wasnt event sweating. In fact, I was shivering when I reached the mall..and was shivering when I reached back office. It's just too darn cold.

 

I am getting quite pissed off.

Feel like flinging my chair against the wall because I am so pissed off.

 

It's too cold.

 

It's just like in Manchester!

 

This is crazy.

 

 

P/S: No..it is not because the Business Dept is rearing polar bears and penguins. It's my seat and also because there's no food in the body. Apparantly the burning of stored fats is pissing me off.

 

 

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Freaking sleepy

 

 

Feeling a bit fed-up.

Maybe I am angry.

Maybe I am just hungry.

 

..

..

 

Maybe it's both.

 

 

P/S: Happy 27th birthday, Din!!

 

 

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With a heel and a toe and half-round turn

 

"thkz a million for ur feedback mám.
will consider the issues u have highlighted.
anyway u make a great online lecturer!"

 

 

Now I am an online lecturer?

 

..

..

..

 

Because it is easier to see me in virtual space?

Because I am always online?

Because I talk more in emails?

 

 

Hmmm...another new profession found.

 

3+ hours to go.

 

What to eat today...Long John? Taco Bell? Burger King? McD? Yes...I am surrounded by fast food outlets. If I feel like rice, I have to walk down to Boat Quay.

 

Maybe I will.

 

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Bongiorno!

Unproductive weekend.
Slept, worked, Geylang-ed.


Man U won Chelsea last night. However, it wasnt really a good win. We dont like to win under this circumstance. I was hoping I could see Jose sitting with Fergie and Quieroz over at the Man U's dug-out. Of course, that didnt take place. Not yet, maybe.

Okay...back to bed.

A thousand times goodnight, daydream believers.


P/S: Got another set of clothes for Hari Raya. Think I'm good.


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The star that burns brightest burns shortest

*Just cooked rice...gonna fry some fish for sahur soon.*


By God...it has been a tiring couple of weeks. Today (Saturday) I spent the entire day at home. Wait, correction. I spent the entire day on my bed.

Thursday..worked and in the evening, I attended the wake. After that, we hung out in town for a while and ending it with a rest at BK's.




Friday saw me meeting Grace, Nani and Liah for dinner. After suppressing it for so long, Nani and I decided to eat at Pizza Hut. Great to cave in once in a while!

Nani left soon after while the three of us headed to Cineleisure.






NO RESERVATIONS has so much potential ... but it doesnt really take off.

No the film doesnt stink or bomb. It is quite funny, quite heartwarming and well, quite predictable. The characters arent allowed to go in-depth and this is where everything seems so tired.

.....................

Abigail Breslin is good, Aaron Eckhart is great and well, Catherine Zeta-Jones is simply gorgeous but they sure do not satisfy. Everything seems so ...bland. Sure there are moments that made me tug Grace's sleeves and go "Aww...I want a daughter" and "Awww...I want a man...now!" but well, that is all to it really.

Anyway, NO RESERVATIONS is awrite. It's not rocket science and God forbid we go to cinema to learn rocket science but ah, it could have been thought-provoking or slighly beefier in its content.

But then...I am sure there are many who like this offering. Good for them. This dish is more like an appetiser to me; a prelude to something tastier.

I'll wait.

..err...still waiting.

Oh! Yesterday, The School celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival. Every department had to create an original lantern. The Boss (we're the Business Dept) forced us to do it. The materials? Ready-made lanterns he bought downstairs.

Win.



I didnt have much a part to play...except to staple here and there. The bulk was done by 3 Indian men - The Boss and 2 other male colleagues. They had never made a lantern before and it was quite hilarious. Making lantern out of lanterns..sheesh.

Another colleague did a lantern out of PVC files. Not very practical if you want to light it up ..but oh well. After that, I hopped over to the IT department and helped them with their lantern. It was a more creative fair...They used a CNY decor and pasted CDroms and diskettes all over it. Sheesh. Academics.

Anyway...

We won. The students chose it during the Mid-Autumn celebrations in the evening. Yeah..what were they thinking??

Mentioning celebrations, today is the grand opening of the AMKHub. While I was watching Lizzie McGuire in Rome on TV, I heard explosions.



Fireworks, neh!
It was very impressive...all 10-15 minutes of it!
I even had Weiling, who was probably at her in-laws, texting me to ask if I did see the fireworks. I did.

Hahaha, that's some kind of excitement. Good enough for a Saturday night where I chose to be at home.

I also chose to finally unwrap the new DVD that I bought weeks ago. A freaking Italian gem.







NUOVO CINEMA PARADISO is a brilliant masterpiece and I have officially put it among my list of greats.

xxxxx

Alfredo: Living here day by day, you think it's the center of the world. You believe nothing will ever change. Then you leave: a year, two years. When you come back, everything's changed. The thread's broken. What you came to find isn't there. What was yours is gone. You have to go away for a long time... many years... before you can come back and find your people. The land where you were born. But now, no. It's not possible. You're blinder than I am!

Salvatore: Who said that? Gary Cooper? James Stewart? Henry Fonda? Eh?

Alfredo: No, Toto. Nobody said it. This time it's all me. Life isn't like in the movies. Life... is much harder.

xxxxx

NUOVO CINEMA PARADISO is a film about a little boy befriending his town's projectionist and they form a sweet relationship which lasts for so long. It's heartwarming and heartbreaking and most of all, it shows the beauty of cinema. I love it. I love it.

Cried buckets.

Love it.

Now it is time to sleep.

A thousand times goodnight romantic sentimental sweetheart.


P/S: I have to agree. Those who find it hard to fall in love hang on to their most cherish love dearly. Maybe I still remember....


P/P/S: : Let's talk football here. Come on.


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To the open arms of the sea

 

AIYAH JOYAH!

IT IS ONLY 1400HRS!!!

It's so cold...and I'm so hungry.

Brrr...grr...

 

I met Jo at Clementi MRT station yesterday and after that we had dinner nearby. Nani and Andrew joined us at about 1930hrs and almost an hour later (food took a long time and Nani ate super-slowly), we headed to the funeral wake.

 

Met Grace and Ismail there and we all hung out for a while. Susan and family looked really tired; duh...they had to be. Anyway, my condolences to them all. No one wishes for such a thing to happen but you know...the start and end of life is unpredictable and inevitable.

 

Left soon after. Andrew and Grace headed home while Nani, Jo and I got into Ismail's car and followed him to town. We accompanied him to Borders because he wanted to get things for his sweetum. Doesnt 'sweetum' sound like an Indian word?

 

Mentioning 'sweetum' also...

 

TINI, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!

 

 

P/S: When will the day end today??? And time goes by...so slowly...and time...can do so much. Bah!

 

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Errata

Did I just mention "suffragate"?

I meant "suffrage"!

I am losing my mind.


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Five scores and 27 years ago

I am fucking sleepy.

Stayed up till 0500hrs to watch football and work. It was more work than football. I had to prepare lecture notes on Technology, Universal Suffragate, Communications & Politics. What fine pain in the ass they all were.

Of course Ronaldo's goal was sweet.

And oh, a piece of news jolted me out of my zombie stupor this morning. JOSE MOURINHO has left Chelsea. Well, actually...not really that shocked. It was either Shevchenko or him and since the former didnt look likely to go, it had to be Mourinho. Oh well. Mourinho should go Liverpool. That will be great.

I am so sleepy it's not funny.


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Just say "Thank you" and smile

Met up with Weiling and Noreen for dinner/break-fast at Boat Quay just now. I stuffed my face with Nasi Ayam Penyet (tak penyet, pun!), Weiling with her Mee Sua and Noreen with her Thai Fried Rice.



We hung out like flies at the coffee shop...just catching up and grilling the new bride on days after her ROM ceremony. At about 2015hrs, we headed to TCC.

Managed to get all of Weiling's ROM pictures. Had a little scare when Noreen's SD card got stuck in my laptop. Thank god Weiling managed to get it out using toothpicks.


Phew!!


Being the super gluttons that the three of us were (or 'are'...whatever), we ordered many cakes...


Gluttons.


We wanted to take more pictures but the staff at TCC stopped us. I guess they didnt want us to snap all the paintings which were hanging on the wall. Bah!

Liah and Clara soon joined us. Clara was from some work gathering thingy and she was slightly tipsy. And we know what happened when people get tipsy...they get expressive and emotional. Hah. Thank God there wasnt any shouting match or outburst.

Again, phew!

Anyway, we were talking about holidays next year. Had a few ideas in mind. Before Miss Wong ceremoniously become double-stamped housewife, we should have a mini gathering. We are planning a Batam trip next year...maybe in March or June or something. Clara and Noreen are now egging me to go to Florida (Disney!!) and to screw my California plans. They even throw in Bahamas or Hawaii! That sounds ambitiously crazy...and expensive!

But..haha..we'll see how.
Nothing is confirmed until the ticket is bought.
No...
Until we board the plane.
No...
Until we reach.
No...
Nothing is ever confirmed.


Oh well.

Got to go and daydream. Maybe next year...these people will really be my Travel-to-America Partners.



But of course, first the air stewardess must get permission from her hubby.

Off to watch Man U versus Sporting Lisbon now.

Go Fergie!

A thousand times goodbye Red Devils, satans and ghosts.


P/S: We're going to sembahyang Hari Raya. Let's hope my period doesnt come on that day...like last year. What a bummer!

P/P/S: Havent finished preparing for tomorrow's Communications and Politics. Screwed!


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