Friday, 4th August '06
What I've Been Wondering Lately
Another self-indulgent point-form entry that really doesn't link from one point to the next.
1. When I get angry with the dh server people, such as I am now, I take great pleasure in dreaming up ancient-sounding torture methods. Like the plucking out of toenails and sticking it up someone's ass. The server people are insanely, excruciatingly useless. They're actually IGNORING the mails I'm sending them every single day. It's like they have the service and no one runs it.
2. What would the world be like if Bob Marley never shot the sheriff?
3. John Mayer's latest single is rather lame. Seriously, I never thought I'd say this, but "Waiting On the World to Change"? He's been doing too many Live Aid shows.
4. It further disturbs me that I like the Pussycat Dolls "Buttons" more than aforementioned John Mayer song.
5. I qualify as something of a Citation Nazi. Marking Mum's students' papers was frightening. I finished with the first dude (who managed to get every single citation wrong) and launched into a bout of depression. Like, how many XXX school students does it take to write a citation?
6. Here's the Singapore guide to speaking with a German accent, as exemplified in Caberet: wherever you see a "W", substitute with the "V" sound. And every "and" should be pronounced "und". The result is... not very authentic lah. Mark Richmond sounded more Indian than German at times. Fei Xiang, on the other hand, totally kicks ass. Emma Yong has amazing vocals too. Caberet wasn't THAT raunchy leh. Maybe my standards have been skewed. Mel found it horrifying and I was like... um... ok, Nazri's ass crack-bearing yellow overalls were cool... Fine, it's Singapore. Ok, ok. All the acting was pretty on and the quotes rather lingering (Fraulein Schneider's "Please Herr Schultz, you must not bring me any more pineapples!" took the cake), and overall it was nice, just that it wasn't as tight as I would have liked. It was a good show, but the sets were just sad, and the number of maskin tape set markers on the floor was awfully distracting. I think all the money went into Fei Xiang's pocket.
7. How do we expect our country to vote a good government in if we can't even vote properly for Singapore Idol? Baby steps, I say. First, we have to learn to stop kicking out the capable people and leaving in cutesy people who can't sing. Last night's results show was a fiasco, the bottom four were unquestionably the four best singers left.
8. Two Morton's Happy Hours in a week may be a bit much, but those steak sandwiches are awesome. It pays to grin goofily and hopefully charmingly at the waiter, and sound devastated that you can only take one at a time. He may actually bring you those forbidden seconds. That's possibly the best thing I learnt in Canada, you CAN actually do things you're not allowed to if you ask permission and smile a lot. It's not always transferable to Singapore, but once in a while it is.
9. I'm feeling quite smug about not being the Law IV SM right now. Poor Charmaine Lim, I would have loved working with her but the stress isn't quite worth it. And the dance rehearsals for the musical are pretty funny too. I really hope David (Yeo) doesn't drop Khadijah - the poor girl is terrified enough already.
10. I thought I saw the worst alcohol allergies in Kiat and my Dad (who's red after one bowl of XO fish noodles), but Charmaine Seah takes the cake. I thought she was joking when she said her heart was beating very fast midway through the noodles. She was eating XO fish noodles without the XO, so there was only maybe a splash of chinese wine. But by the end of it she was closer to purplish-red than normal skin colour.
Me: And I thought I had bad face flushing reactions.
Mel: Yes, but do you PASS OUT? *looks pointedly at Char*
Me: *looks pointedly at Char* You PASS OUT?
... rehearsal about to start...
Mel: Char, can you show them the steps?
Char: *characteristic squawk* No! I'm drunk!
I am reminded of my Halifax alcohol shock, but this time in reverse. I think it was maybe a month or so ago Soenke told me I could tell my friends I know a German who drank 8 litres of beer in a single day (no prizes for guessing who, and it was probably a World Cup induced moment of madness), and at that point of time I just shrugged it off as another example of my decadent exchange friends. Charmaine put things back in my little Asian perspective, I guess. Haha. One needs to remember that this is the place where Limin qualifies as alcoholic, and my father warns me not to hang out with Jem Chan.
11. Freddy reached KL! Spoke to Susann yesterday, so that was nice. She's such a silly goat , he called her and she cried. So cute right. I don't think could ever be like that. I mean, Freddy's only going to be doing the Malaysia (Truly Asia!) thing for two months. It's ok, when he gets here I'll make sure the scary Asian people don't eat him. *sigh*
12. It appears to be a time for catching up with the Halifax crew. Emma went for a Jason Mraz concert! If that's not enough, she ended up drinking in Ian Sheridan's (bassist, was it?) room, but not, of course, before the whole squeal and take photos with Mr A-Z shebang. She now wants to quit law school to become a groupie. See none of this ever happens where I come from. Maybe I do not have hot enough girl friends that will get randomly invited backstage.
13. Since I'm on an exchange roll, my exchange buddy in NUS this sem's a Dutch-Indian guy (as in he's racially Indian but born in the Netherlands) from Erasmus U called Pravin. I've only MSNed him a bit, but he's pretty independent and travelly seeming, so that's cool. I suppose most European guys are. He's already been to Zouk for Mambo, which amuses the heck out of me. What also amuses me is that someone in the Law School International Relations Comm thought he was a girl and told me so. I hope my intro mail didn't sound too female-oriented. At least I didn't offer to bring him bra shopping or anything like that.
14. On a note that flows from 12, I have been gripped by the idea that Wenyuan should quit medical school and become the lead electric guitarist in some rock band. (This after Tzo so happily informed me that WY's cousin dropped his Fender on the floor, JUST to watch me reel in shock. Am I so predictable?) So when I voiced this thought to the girls at New York New York (Gerri, Zhihui, Tian' Ai and Tzo, who brought along the long-suffering WY), no one really reacted. Until I added in the REASON why I thought WY should be in a band: So Tzo can be a groupie! Now just tell me that isn't the most fantastic idea I've ever come up with.
The best part was really watching Tzo splutter. And go "what the hell? I don't want to be a groupie! Can you see me as a groupie? He doesn't want me as a groupie! *turns round* DO YOU?" And the REAL kicker was the look on WY's face that betrayed just the slightest hint of crestfallenness. I tell you, he really did want her to. I swear.
Yeah. That's all I got. Ciao.
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yay your blog is in action again whee..and 8 litres of beer is too much! u'll be so bloated from it..he's nuts!
babs, you're so quick you scare me. did i even give you the new add? oh yeah i guess i did when i asked you what you thought of funnyfishcakes as a domain name.
didn't you have anything to say about the ministry of sound post? or have you not seen it? you have to add in the characters i forgot.
yes i have seen the ministry of sound post! hahahaha shall go comment on it now