In the spirit of His Private Parts ~~
 
He: Business Times Review - Private Parts looks tired, flagging script choppy storyline, passe story, lost its thrust...
 
Me: If you have the balls, watch the play lar, don't read the reviews. It was quite good last night. They have ironed out the opening night's jitters and glitches.
 
He:You are the one who's keen on reading the reviews. I've the balls, but neither the cash nor the interest.
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My sister appreciated neither the irony nor the allusion (actually they mean the same thing), so unlike me, she's not amused at all.

Go and watch Michael Chiang's Private Parts if you haven't caught it yet. It opened last night @Esplanade and will end coming Sunday!!!
 
Opening night was messy and busy, as all opening nights are. But based on tonight's performance, I can guarantee the cast is on a roll, the show can only get better and better and peak on Sunday, and possess the seamless fluidity that emerges solely through 'live' practice before the crowd and feeding upon the energy of the enthusiastic and appreciative audience.
 
I think the hospital scenes were fantastic. I think Timothy Nga was great. So was the handsome Christian Lee who unfortunately had to suffer the indignity of playing a woman despite his rugby, muscular frame. Christian is really cute, even though he's already 36 years old. And in fact, the way Christian enunciates his words in the play and the overall impression he left me (other than the good-looker bit) from the play and in life, was that he resembles a much improved and funnier (and saner and more reliable) version of Hongboon, ha. Really. Hongboon. Like duh. I know.
 
Today I acted like a groupie and got Michael to autograph his books for my colleague and I :) Volunteered to, 'coz CK lugged the books around the whole entire of yesterday and still din manage to nail him down. She  kept forgetting as there were so many things to be done and ended up carrying the books for nothing. So today, I was quite determined to complete the task, and today's a good day, as it is their Caldecott Publishing night, what better timing.
 
Thanks to Robin, whose name isn't spelled Robin, but is pronounced as such and I'm deliberately misspelling it since I have no idea how to either, who got wind of my groupie intentions towards Michael and informed him, Michael came to my table (ie the media table at which one sits and passes the tickets to media and other Very Important People) and signed our books. Apparently he did customise the autograph. At first, I was thinking he wrote a generic something and I was rather pleased already. This is so, as he put " dearest" and "love" :)) How sweet hor. I wasn't expecting this. Imagine my amusement when I realised while we had the same "dearest" and "love", my colleague's read "Thanks for bring Private Parts into Esplanade!", and mine was "Thanks for all the help in exposing my Private Parts!"
 
Hee, I love men with a sense of humour.
 
Go and EXPERIENCE Michael Chiang's Private Parts. It's long, rich, going strong and is value for money. You will be touched :)

My new best friend is Shimin (go away to make room, Ruth :). She sprang a lovely and loving surprise when her parcel from Melbourne and Sydney in Australia reached me quietly last night. But I made plenty of noise. Whee!!! Whoopee!!! Not ONE, not TWO, not THREE but FOUR pairs of really, really decent-looking earrings!!! Actually, three gorgeous pairs that I took to instantly and one less so instant. But Min is BRILLIANT. YOU HEAR ME, GIRL?
 

YOU ARE BRILLIANT!!!

 

What good taste. My collection of wearable earrings has suddenly expanded by at least 100%. And by wearable, I mean regular wear as in I won't mind hanging them on daily and in any attire of the moment. My original collection of wearables at last count was numbered at three. A pair is from Min too, another presented to me by April and the last was bought by myself for myself. I do wear the rest, estimated a healthy 10 pairs now and then, but less and with fair, very fair, and fair weather rotation.

 

Let me proudly describe my new possessions:

 

1) has a pastel green oval bead and there's a leaf etched on to the rectangle bit that hangs from the bead. The bit is made from an undetermined but interesting material. Dangly of course.

 

2) takes the very simple but very appealing shape of a fish with a small, round and swirly pink bead as icing on the cake. Dangly of course. Incidentally, this pair has the popular vote when I poll my family members (a grand total of two!!). My mum and sis were unanimously drawn to it.

 

3) has HARAJUKU Sydney tag (So cool! I own something from Harajuku :). It's the most dangly and longest of them all. Coppery with circular plate and disco-lights-alike-looking globes, it's very MTV-ish (they have a collection series of coppery earrings). This is the less instantly-taking-to pair, but I suspect it will grow on me in no time. I also suspect it cost more than the rest.

 

4) is my personal fave. Love at first sight. It's a complicated design and I've been looking for something along the lines for ages. Except Min got it in a very unique and endearing triangle shape that surpassed even my own search expectations. Dangly, of  course. But of course.

 

It's a big surprise coz she din breathe a hint that this was coming my way. So it's double the joy without the burden of feverish anticipation. Yay! I got earrings!!! 4 pairs somemore!!

 

Many thanks to Min. And infinite special thanks to myself for staying adorable and lovable such that adorable and lovable people like Min buy me adorable and lovable stuff :)

 

It's not difficult to make me happy. Really. Just give me things. I'm a gift slut. Every little present makes my day.

 

Hence, Kaile also contributed to my happiness when we met to finally watch The Dreamers. He gave me two pairs of earrings (which I have already started wearing, and hence they are acceptable) as well as a table decor and get this, a really pretty wraparound long skirt in a brillant cut (it's not exactly asymmetrical, but jagged in a very nice design)!!!!! 

 

I was wondering what the world this pack can be , coz he was mumbling that it's something to tie around my waist. And I'm like, shawl? belt? robe? He definitely din say skirt. But it's a skirt, lah :)

 

Yes, I'm easily bought and easily pacified.

 

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I don't have anything to say about working. I'm not sure if it's a good thing. Maybe we should sell earrings for a living *pokes Min* Think.

 

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Is there a point and end to obsessing about how you look? Is citing ideology just the convenient mouthpiece to cover laziness to change?

 

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Okay. I will admit. I will be infinitely happier if I were Shimin's size. If I were that size, nothing can go wrong. I just need to be thin-ner. And I will be more prepped to handle a lot of things and spearhead a lot others.

Apparently, the best way to get rid of God and Despair is to write about cosmetics. Remember how I was rather concerned that for the longest period of time, my blogger ads were always about God and Despair, even though I covered a myriad of topics (and most notably disasterous dates) and I have never breathed a word about gods, saved for the now and then puzzled online refrain why I keep getting God ads when it's quite apparent I have a lot of ungod-like issues bugging me.
 
Well, ever since the last couple posts back in which I wrote briefly about M.A.C make-up, I have replaced God and Despair with various brands of cosmetic giants. Go check. Just scroll up. Fascinating, isn't it.
 
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And sometimes, it's best not to do anything about something. I icqed him and my computer failed to work the next time I switched it on. It's particularly annoying given that I rather the break up than the break down. Nothing irks (and stresses) me more than getting the computer fixed. But back to him. It is an awfully nasty piece of coincedence that my pc died the last two times right after we icqed. It's a sign. Add the fact I only just had my pc reformatted and bought a new drive, and less than a week later, it kaput-ted, I can only resign myself that we (referring to me and him, not oc!) are just not meant to be. It's a minder for me to be inert and passive and quitely restless when it comes to us.
 
And don't say I'm reading too much. Given that he's the kink in the routine ie the only difference between the last two times my pc died on me and all the times it was all right is that we icqed, he's regarded with suspicion.
 
Thank goodness my pc has since been repaired. But I don't think I'm gonna bother with talking with him online. The trade-off is too great.
 
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Public apology to Kaile. We will watch The Dreamers this week for sure okay.
 
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Someone once said that only way to edge closer to a person and endear him/her to you and to forge a bond truly significant, is to share past relationships, tell and be told. Oh, t'is true, t'is true.

在朋友那儿听说知心的你曾回来过
想请他替我向你问候只为了怕见了说不出口
你对以往的感触还多不多
曾让我心碎的你我依然深爱着
 
在朋友那儿听说知心的你曾找过我
我要他帮我对你隐瞒只是怕见了面会更难过
我对以往的感触还那么多
曾给我幸福的你我依然深深爱着
 
I din manage to grab anything as we waddled through Orchard. But we did exchange stories, explained and dismissed them as no longer matter-ing. Still, once considered full and final, it's only upon visiting some tales that we realise certain demons may never be exorcised. That skeleton is always ready to pop itself out at every readied opportunity. Oh, how one relishes the revisiting and how secretly one longs to embrace at a safe distance. The scary business boils down to the incredulous discovery that the pain and anger have been long replaced by inexplicable kind thoughts: That with fondness, one does reminisce. That with regret, one does acknowledge. That with puzzlement, one does, does, so wonders. 
 
有一种想见不敢见的伤痛
有一种爱还埋藏在我心中
我只能把你放在我的心中
这一种想见不能见的伤痛
让我对你的思念越来越浓
我却只能把你把你放在我心中
 
对你的声音 你的影 你的手
我发誓说我没有忘记过
而关于你选择了现在的他
我只能说我有些难过我也真心真意的等过
 

I met someone. Someone has broken the bond holding the person back and is starting to learn Japanese intensively for the next 8 months.
 
It had a nice, familiar feel to it. We chatted about safe topics, not touching those close to our hearts, not necessarily by choice but out of sheer forgetfulness due to the genuine gladness overcoming you when you see a face that was once very dear.
 
Then I heard heavy rains and I woke up, lah.
 
他走了带不走你的天堂
风干后会留下彩虹泪光
他走了你可以把梦留下
总会有个地方等待爱飞翔

I'm being incredibly childish and gullible. But. Somehow, through a litany of links, I got lost and came here (To be linked properly). But if you can't wait, just cut and paste this:

http://www.go-quiz.com/loves/loves.php

I discovered that if you type in angeline ang, and that person's full name, you get 99% on romantic compatibility the old school style.

I also realised if I type in another person's name, I get the same level of compatibility. No wonder there's so much beating round the bush! We are all highly confused by the same numbers.

And of course, numbers always lie.

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You speak eloquently and have seemingly read every
book ever published. You are a fountain of
endless (sometimes useless) knowledge, and
never fail to impress at a party.
What people love: You can answer almost any
question people ask, and have thus been
nicknamed Jeeves.
What people hate: You constantly correct their
grammar and insult their paperbacks.


What Kind of Elitist Are You?
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Addendum: T'is oh so true I'm a book and language snob. I sparked off an incredible war once through correcting someone's grammar in an email. And I don't think my favourite professor in NUS was too pleased when I dissed (insulted) LOTR and she cringed when I announced (and defended) the Dragonlance series as my choice for SF's prime cuts. However, I'm the most unwell-read Lit Hons student to have ever popped out of NUS in terms of the modern novel, and in terms of having the interest to carry on reading critical texts (unless philosophy counts somewhat). But I'm pretty convinced I'm the most bilingual Lit Hons student in at least my batch.

On my way home today, I got a message from dear hwee reminding that it is his convocation tonight.

I didn't ask him to come to mine, so I'm not surprised that he failed to invite me. Besides, it would have been a very out-of-character gesture, and very odd indeed.

I remembered clearly attempting to show him my graduation pictures and he waved me away impatiently then. And said who cares about your pictures. There you go.

I couldn't resist taking a peep through the webcam though, when I realised my happening-to-be-online coincedes with the time.

I saw two people from the faculty that I know, but not him. Did I miss him, as always? Did he attend the ceremony? I don't know. But just before I click away, the webcam panned across a person who looks like him.

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Vicious Cycles

Bored and in cheeky mood -> send an sms -> reply to his reply -> feelings of doubt, frustration, cynicism etc set in -> unhappy/happy with life/him -> culminates into sudden desire to see him -> he plans and we go out -> happy happy before and during (referring to me) -> experiencing accelerated drop nearing end of date -> departs and feeling even more miserable and moody than ever -> swears never to see him again and conclude he is mad and I must be equally insane to go along with his wishes -> ignore for a few weeks -> bored and in cheeky mood -> and so the story goes ti da ti...

kept in the dark about exact location -> calls to inform I've reached the designated meeting place -> I'm to move towards something -> he's already there waiting -> walk in silence in a strange/deserted/isolated place I've never been before -> eat (and talk occasionally) in a relatively nice place -> walk in silence -> ends abruptly...

overwhelming sense of defiance and determined to prove I don't care about A -> living dangerously: look for B who is different and makes me happy -> B distracts and I'm slightly disorientated -> goes back to A meekly and tries to put out B -> very unhappy with A and miss B -> ignores B anyway and try best to bochap A -> Hmm, not exactly vicious huh, not even a cycle. Nevermind.

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I solemnly declare I will refrain from replying an email that should never have been sent in the first place. Not even in my darkest moments or when I so dreadfully miss a session or when I'm so freaked out. I won't do it even to spite him.

Do you not so agree, that it is during odd moments of doubt and suspicion of another, that you seek solace and respite in the other, hoping to forget a face? When does the other becomes another and can it really be that way?

Let me just announce quietly that I'm online again. Thanks to the poor guy who had to come back twice to reformat my computer. He's gotta come back a third time (though I haven't told him that yet), or at least instruct me on what I can do about the latest hiccup: my sound system is not working properly. The music is played at a very high accelerated speed, resulting in melodies of screeching pitch. Have meddled with the controls, but it doesn't seem to make a difference. Anyone knows the solution to this? I feel quite paiseh to approach the guy again...Anyhow, his rates are reasonable, and he's friendly, so if you need someone to fix your pc, you can consider him. He was recommended to me by a close girlfriend, whose ex used to do my pc, but of coz, leaving him changed all that. So, as far as loyalty goes, I have a new pc man (but he's not my girlfriend's boyfriend)!!! And dare I say it, I like this one better.

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I bought M.A.C cosmetics again. I took up the studio fix, which was a shade lighter, or darker than my last (to be checked) and the same Pink Swoon blush. The crazy thing is, I still have a studio fix and exact same blush at home. Well, having not used them for close to a year, I wasn't sure if I want to start on them. Still, it is an awful waste of money, since the old products were almost brand new interms of usage. I only managed 3 weeks before I gave up application completely then.

I did consider using other brands. Like I approached the Booby Brown and Shu Uemura counters. But the staff weren't friendly, and they gave me rubbish like oooh we can only apply on your jawline/half your face. Hello, I told them I was serious (and desperate) to make a purchase and I really can't tell unless they do my whole face. But they wouldn't budge, and neither would I, so I sauntered back to good old M.A.C.

I happen to have an excellent impression of M.A.C. The guy who did my whole face, without my requesting him to, the last time I was peer pressured (I needed to but there was still peer pressure involved) into browsing the counter. He was very kind, and didn't make me feel at all awkward about my naked face, ie wasn't horrified I knew like nil about make-up and have never tried any before. I din even have to buy anything (but I did eventually. lah)

The girl at M.A.C was all right, hence I bought.

This need and desperation ensued from the respect and genuine fondness I have for my current supervisor. She's a great veteran of show biz and seems to like me too. So last fri, when I bid her farewell and see you next week, she remarked as a by-the-way thing, your face is shiny. And I'm like okay, I know, I'll do something about it. We were both very casual and cool about it.

The thing is, I'm actually happy and very willing making this small change, that's put across very nicely to me, because I believe in her sincerity in wishing me wellness and improvement. So the first thing I did after that, was to grab one of the closest friends in the office to make an instant purchase (my colleague has the same excessive oil secretion problem, except she takes birth control pills to control it, as recommended by her doctor. I think she ought to chuck both pills and doctor. At 25, and totally sexually inactive, it's just nuts to do what she's doing).

Like fucking shit, with my ex-supervisor, for those who knew of the horrrors and indignities that I suffered, will understand my nice my current boss is by comparison. And because I get to do stuff I like in my current job, I'm grateful for the opportunities she has thrown/is throwing my way and accept graciously whatever feedback/advise she graciously gives me too. The previous supervisor probably had some mad agenda to break/ruin me. Boo! I'm Angelinesque, stupid. Which means you will die before I do, if you decide to cross me. Incidentally, I'm living pretty well considering my ex-sup has decided to request for a transfer to be under the supervision of my sup. I had thought things would be shaken up a bit, but the crossover came and stayed without any bangs, so far. We basically just minded our own businesses and the original team is still great, if not greater.

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I got to scold a reporter for 10 mins over an appalling article purportedly to be for our event, but coverage was terrible.

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I'm supposed to spearhead an email for ktv junkies. K said he had spoken to G and J about it and I just need to send an email. I reminded that he's the boss of Finance and like duh, isn't it more impactful that HE send the email. He said send lah, send lah and he will reply to my email and roll the ball somemore. Well whatever. The brilliant part is I don't quite know G and I have never seen J before. But. I guess we all have to start somewhere.

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Thanks to my absolute inability to reject people I don't know well when they approach me nicely, I have a lunch date this week.

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I heard something about someone I used to know. I don't know what I feel.

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I'm busy, busy, but bored. I'm given up toying with the idea I might go anywhere figuratively with Someone. To be very rational about the whole bizarre affair, I have redefined him as Someone whom I can look forward to do strange (exciting?) and surprising things together with. This definition allows me to sms with less baggage and expectations, whenever I experience the lull in life and would like to go out with him, since he plans and I can just enjoy without thinking. I don't have to wonder if he wonders, and whether both of us realise what we are doing.

Without thinking. Indeed, why bother to?

提醒我 别再掉进 回忆的陷阱
无论一个人有多孤寂 千万别回过头去

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I came across this and I was reminded of a person.

Sometimes I get to feelin'
I was back in the old days - long ago
When we were kids, when we were young
Things seemed so perfect - you know?
The days were endless, we were crazy - we were young
The sun was always shinin' - we just lived for fun
Sometimes it seems like lately - I just don't know
The rest of my life's been - just a show.

Those were the days of our lives
The bad things in life were so few
Those days are all gone now but one thing is true -
When I look and I find I still love you.

I wish we could have done a different deal, babe.

Because my computer has refused to die completely but instead, choose to continuously taunt me by restarting mysteriously by itself without ever, ever reaching my windows, I can't blog, or do all the things I normally do when I hit home.

I hope my pain ceases when a friend's friend come over to fix my computer tonight. He better be good.

Quick and super superficial (read: boliao) update:

1) Had free tickets to Spiderman 2. Love it. Love Dr Octavius most of all. So cool. So charismatic. So intense. So passionate. Doesn't matter he's fat and old.

2) Had free tickets to Hello Broadway! Or more correctly, CK got a pair of tickets and she asked me along. Liked most of it. I was thrilled by the rendition of "Anything You Can Do" and it brought back fond memories of Wedding Banquet The Musical with "Stranger Things Have Happened."

3) Hearing songs from Wedding Banquet also brought back the not so good stuff because the two people I watched it with, are incidentally, no longer friends with me (but guys being guys, are still pretty chummy with each other, I would guess), through no fault of mine, OBVIOUSLY.

4) Was introduced to Ng Chin Han formally, and together, the three of us set up the booth to sell programs out of the generosity and kindness of big-hearted CK(!?), who was a good friend and had promised to help when she could.

5) But setting everything in took a pretty long time, after which CK and I din actually had time left for dinner. And CK felt she was morally obliged to help further at the booth and asked me whether I had another friend who would like to watch, coz she might miss the performance. But Ruth left her fone in a friend's car, so I couldn't contact her (and I meant to ask her coz it's her birthday).

6)No thanks to Chin Han and the turn of events, I ended up making small talk with his mum, in Ruth's words, when I recollected the incident with semi-horror and amusement. Coz when I called his mobile, a lady answered and I was thinking it was he, trying to be funny! So I played along until the voice said, he's away with the company to Bangkok. And I'm like, what?! And the voice continued, yeah, he's quite lucky to get the chance to go... and proceeded to inquire if I were a colleague or a classmate. Er, neither? I miss a beat before answering, because it was true I was neither. And also because it was weird, I feel. Then I hesitated again, but added eventually that I was a friend. She told me to call back on Sun but I explained it was all right, I was only looking for him because we had free tickets to a show which would be no more on Sun. In any case, in case those reading my blog are offended, I was asking him 'coz the show's about to start and he's the nearest to Esplanade by then.

7)The meeting with SingHealth went well, I'd like to think. I gave them my namecard eventually, when they gave me theirs. And I gave my best shot where Ah Law was concerned. SingHealth was horrified. Calm, but horrified.

8)CK gave me a signed copy of the Hello Broadway! program yesterday. Woah! Judy Kuhn and all signatures! And she managed to catch the second half of the performance.

9) My big boss gave me a large paperclip standee to prop up important memos from her overseas trip.

10) I made a booboo at work today, i think. But CK was understanding and nice and all. And helped to minimise the potential repercussions. It was a good experience.

11) I am celebrating the bdays of my two best friends at work tomorrow and the other, on another day (the three of us are rather close). We hope to shop together, and get to it instead of just planning.

12) I shall insist on watching Supersize Me and Dim Sum Dollies with my sis. I think she needs a break from caring for mum.

13) My mum is much better, comparative to the period after her first discharge but I believe she could still do with a lot of improvement.

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Stranger things have happened
This one just happens to be happening, to me!