Monday, 28th January '08

Growing Pains

There is a thing I hate about working and growing up, and that is that it comes with growing apart.

Don't get me wrong, the people at work at lovely. But if you asked if whether I'd rather make new friends at work 12 hours a day and only have maybe a couple of hours a week to chill with my nearest and dearest friends from those schoolgirl days, I'd tell you that meeting new great people doesn't have a thing on keeping old great people. They may be equally wonderful, but you can't miss new people you've never met. You can, on the other hand, begin to feel like you've abandoned important old people.

And with abandoning old people comes much guilt. I haven't read another person's blog in months, save for perhaps to see what new food Limin has discovered or what latest hilarious eavesdropped remark Han has overheard from somewhere or other. I haven't even met Smub as a whole for at least a fortnight. I specifically haven't seen Dage for at least a month, nor Ben or Bert since they returned from their exchange trips. I haven't collected my Krispy Kreme. I barely even have time to talk to the Bimz, even if three of them work in the same firm. I totally missed out on Jia's office move. The most important MBBS-taking doctors in the world, Gerri, ZH, Shaun, Flea, Amy, etc. etc. have disappeared so far out of my life in the last month that I think there's a better chance of finding Osama bin Laden alive than being able to catch any of them for coffee, or a movie, or Funkamania XIII.

Without assigning any blame whatsoever, I hate that the camaraderie of the old days has dissipated so quickly. I thought I'd never fear a day of loneliness after a performance, especially not one that has a ticket price of less than what most would have for a decent Friday-night dinner. Or even a totally FOC one. And yet nowadays I don't even dare to tell the ones I really want to be there that I have a show, because the first thing they'd think is: "Didn't we just go for your last one?" Not that I really mind if it's unaffordable or something, but when it's a free show, I totally realise there can really only be one reason that best friends won't turn up - they're just bored of me. They've suddenly got a lot less time for things they need to do, and they have less time for me. What little time they have left is not worth spending on my frivolities, and the worst part is that it's completely valid. I have less time for the world's frivolities, I can't expect anyone to have time for mine.

I kind of anticipated all this. Look at our parents, how often do they hang out with old friends? They don't throw birthday parties and expect everyone to attend.

What I didn't anticipate is how lonely it feels.

What makes it even more acutely painful is to keep trying and missing. So maybe I over-dramatise when I say it was REALLY quite heart-breaking to have to turn down meeting Babs and her friends at Butter on Saturday night. Nasi Lemak late-night dinner with the Dancers was utterly enjoyable, but I would have given anything for Kai and Babs to be there too.

The irony is even worse, that I'm not lonely in the classic sense of the word. There's always something to go for, friends who want drinks, who ask for information so they can watch my shows... it's awesome that they care.

I just want is to see the old ones in the audience again. But they may not come even if I paid for them.

en ying snapped a shot of life @ 09:25 pm
[well, the pictures aren't going to take themselves!]


Tuesday, 22nd January '08

Egg-citing News

Chew's - yes those eggy people - have announced their latest "invention". Cordyceps EGGS.

Far from injecting the eggs with cordyceps, they've found a way to make the chicken produce cordycepin in the eggs. The basic idea is to feed the chickens cordyceps, and the relevant protein passes into the eggs, and then humans get the benefit of the new and improved chicken feed.

You are what your egg-laying chicken eats, if you will.

Yay for them, but did you know what cordyceps really is? According to an Asia-One article:

Cordyceps sinensis belongs to a family of parasitic fungus which attacks a species of caterpillar in winter.

When the caterpillar is hibernating, this fungus slowly eats away at it and, by the end of winter, the process is complete, and the caterpillar now looks like a plant. A literal translation of the Chinese term for cordyceps is 'winter worm, summer plant'.


In the immortal words of Summer Roberts, "EWW?"

But once I got over that minor distraction, I began to think; getting mama chickens to manufacture added ingredients into eggs right away... hmm... there's a quite a fortune to be made in that. And here's what the egg dudes should get to work on right away:

Getting them chickens to lay dark soya sauce and pepper right in the egg.

I guarantee mass popularity. Folks, you heard it here first.

en ying snapped a shot of life @ 07:23 am
[well, the pictures aren't going to take themselves!]


Sunday, 20th January '08

The Delayed-Reaction 2007 Round-Up

As Qiong complains my blog has become (quote-unquote) LACKING, here is my take on something lifted off her site:

1. What did you do in 2007 that you’d never done before?

A number of things, actually. Here are some notables:
- Got an A+ for an 8-credit law module;
- Graduated law school;
- Went to Italy, oh hell, set foot on European soil;
- Started working for real;
- Took the Bar Exam;
- Hosted a proper big-budget production (secondary school gigs really don't count);
- Helped design a house;
- Yelled at a IDIOT interior designer and told him to stop being a rude dumbass;
- Cooked an entire Christmas feast.
Exciting year, eh? Heh. wink

2. Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

Erm, I don't even REMEMBER if I made any. Guess that means there won't be more to come this year.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

Seeing as I don't remember, I guess not.

4. Did anyone close to you die?

People died. I wasn't close, but I was sad.

5. What countries did you visit?

Italy. That's it. But it was a BIG it.

6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?

The ability to fly, lower ERP rates and a dog. Only one of these has a possibility of becoming reality.

7. What dates from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

The "John Mayer" Launch night with Babs and Drunken G, the night after The Next Wave with all the ridiculously insane dancer boys, hilarious and heart-warming days leading up from post-Christmas to New Year's with all the most important people.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Hurrr. Dean's List maybe? Ok I know that's a bit of a lame biggest achievement. The most "eh, don't shit me lah, Liang Ying" discovery of the year.

9. What was your biggest failure?

Maybe you should ask Kai or Babs or Gnet. I'm sure they have shook their heads and me and wondered why I was so stupid many many times.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

Yeah, knocked out for 5 days pre-The Next Wave. Was not fun.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

I can't decide. If pushed I think it was that Cannavaro football jersey for Babs, cos it meant a lot to me to buy it since I know she's be after one for AGES. It felt good to be the one to find it, even though she never wore it after that. Haha. *HINT*

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?

Ben's. Haha. With the free-8 days that won Babs some really expensive looking skin-care kit.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

Sometimes Dad's, but totally not his fault. ALL THE DESIGNERS' FAULTS.

14. Where did most of your money go?

Food. Or, rather, to the hips.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

The house renovations. Only to become severely SEVERELY disappointed.

16. What song will always remind you of 2007?

My best guess: "Il Giorno Perfetto", by Gianluca Grignani. Or maybe "Destinazione Paradiso" by him OR the Laura Pausini version. This is something only time will tell.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you

(i) happier or sadder?

Vaguely similar, I think. I'm still coming off yesterday's PMS, though, so temporarily, sadder.

(ii) thinner or fatter?

Fatter. With probably contributes to sadder. *insane laughter*

(iii) richer or poorer?

Richer. See, it's true. Money can't buy you happiness.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Blogging, honestly. Dancing. Reading (of non-law materials).

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Nothing.

20. How did you spend Christmas?

Party at Sandy's for the Eve's Eve, cooking like a mad person, for Christmas Eve, and just happily chilling with the family on the actual day.

21. Did you fall in love in 2007?

In like, yeah I think so. In love, maybe. We'll see. And I'm more petrified than anyone of the possible results. Nothing in this way has ever turned out prettily.

22. How many one-night stands?

Pffft. *dismissive wave*

23. What was your favorite TV program?

The Practice. Rediscovered it, and and pleased with how much I understand now.

24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

I have new annoyances, but they don't even begin to border on hate.

25. What was the best book you read?

It seems to be turning out to be "In God We Doubt", by John Humphreys. But I haven't finished it yet, and will tell you when I do.

26. What was your greatest musical discovery?

Many, actually, in particular the following:
- Gianluca Grignani's "Il Giorno Perfetto" album;
- Mark Ronson's two albums, "Here Comes the Fuzz" and "Version";
- Timbaland's "Shock Value";
- Maroon 5's "It Won't Be Soon Before Long";
- Chris Daugtry's "Daughtry" (perhaps a year late, but "Over You" is a killer rock anthem which Speaks to Me *thumps chest*);

27. What did you want and get?

A lot of things. I get what I want.

28. What did you want and not get?

A lot of things, too.

29. What was your favorite film of this year?

I don't really think I had one this year. Seemed like a poor year for movies, if you ask me. Maybe I just didn't have time for any of them.

30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I watched "The Number 23" with Gerri. Yes, it was my 23rd birthday. I then attempted to blog about it in Chinese.

31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Wouldn't you like to know. wink

32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?

Relaxed, fun and empowering.

33. What kept you sane?

Having the right people around at the right time, having the right music around at the right time, and occasional episodes of Heroes and Grey's Anatomy.

34. Which celebrity do you fancy the most?

This year? Kyle Chandler. *waits for the cacophony of pained groans*. SOME old men stay pretty attractive.

35. What political issue stirred you the most?

I'm not usually stirred, so my best guess is the Repeal s. 377A affair.

36. Who did you miss?

Hmm. Too lazy to try and work this one out.

37. Who was the best new person you met?

I don't know about best, but the most memorable persons had to be Ezio and Francesco. These were the two Neopolitans Clar and I met on the train to Rome from Rimini, who unfortunately, destroyed my classical music experience forever by putting a new spin on the words "molto grande". :S

38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007:

That to be indispensible, you have to be different. Off a facebook bumper sticker.

39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:

You know how important an answer like this is to me. I'll get back to you.

en ying snapped a shot of life @ 07:18 pm
[well, the pictures aren't going to take themselves!]


Saturday, 19th January '08

Jif Me Up, Mr Brasso!

I know I know, it's been too long since the last entry, but there really hasn't been much time or opportunity for it. Blogging does take some discipline, and with all those hours spent at work these days, there hasn't been much time to do it.

Many have asked how the work is going, and really it's going quite well. Of course it's not perfect - if it were perfect, I would be paid a minister's salary for sipping pina coladas by some Caribbean beach. So as far as being a law pupil goes, I guess my boat's about as good as it gets. Kind co-workers, good lunch khakis, and interesting enough work.

The confidentiality part of it blows, though. I have so many stories I'd love to talk about, but I value my pending bar card.

Started dancing again too... kind of anyway, with that NAF piece coming around. I'm still not the most comfortable with the performance of it - schizophrenia isn't something that one is going to learn to pull off in a day, if ever at all. And while the seven of us know that failure is not an option (when is it ever, really?), I think there's a sort of nagging worry that somewhere we're going the wrong way.

But let me tell you what I'm so thankful for in this piece - that the cast are who they are. Given the emotional nature (and weirdness) of the item, I really don't think I'd be able to do it with a cast that I didn't totally trust. Trust in many ways: with myself, when trying to portray any emotional content; trust that they'd each do their best; trust with their focus and maturity, and most of all with their sense of commitment. I don't mean we're all method actors here, or that we think about it all the time, but that I know everyone's attitudes and temperaments are sufficiently attuned so we get no hissy fits or have any little ginnahs who just want air-time and think they're oh-so-clever.

Maybe sometimes we lose all discipline and commit the cardinal sin of laughing at a castmate (and poor Jere-mini-me bears the brunt of the most of it). Maybe sometimes the four of us from THAT item last year bandy together to roll our third eyes at each other and make assorted stupid jokes. Maybe sometimes we're guilty of trivialising things we need to do (hence, "Jif me up, Mr Brasso"). But then the emails come around, and the discussions over late-night tau-huay and MRT rides surface and it's all good.

Perhaps I've been scarred by past theatre and film experiences, and therefore have such low expectations of castmates and have therefore become needlessly grateful for something that's not such a big deal, but: Candy, Roz, Eunice, Glen, Jeremy, Yanling and Zaini - it is very awesome being schiz-y with you. You all make me feel very safe doing this "venturing into uncharted waters" thing we're doing.

On another note, ballet class today was unexpectedly fun, and it's VERY REFRESHING to be one of the ones who could actually understand the choreography. Ballet steps are very intuitively joined together, when you get over all the pain of the turnouts and pulling up your core and sticking your ass in. I've been poked fun at many a time (koffGlenkoff) for being horrifically bad at memorising choreography, but today was a bit of a relief. Glisade, pas de chat, glisade, pas de chat, glisade, ton de chat, detournee. How bad can that be on the brain, however bad it is on every other part of the body?

Also, surprisingly, I found myself missing ballet class. NO ONE IS MORE SURPRISED THAN I AM. Trust me. Too many rules. But I did. Hmm.

Maybe I'll just end right here, before anything weirder happens.

en ying snapped a shot of life @ 10:32 pm
[well, the pictures aren't going to take themselves!]


Thursday, 3rd January '08

How the Spinelli's Coffee Boy Made Me Smile

Aww. He has totally swept me off my feet. *giggles*



Humour me, I don't often get chances to share happy girly tales that give you the warm fuzzies. Honestly, it's quite fairytale-like.

(We'll try and disregard how I didn't even notice that he didn't ask for initials to label the cup. And even when I collected it and carried it back to work I hadn't paid any attention to the cup. And then when Dong and Ser Bee saw it they started laughing and pointing at "Ms Pretty Girl" and even then I didn't get it because I thought maybe it was part of the design of the cup... ok fine, I'm stupid. Usually fairytale princesses are not so stupid.)

(And we'll also disregard how tak glam I am that I thought it might be nice to keep it for a souvenir and rinse out the cup, hence causing the ink to bleed like Avril Lavigne's eyeliner in the rain.)

The first thing that hit me, however, was how fortunate it was that I was standing right by to collect my coffee. Sekali the second coffee boy decided to bellow it out to see who ordered it. But all the second coffee boy said was "MEDIUM CARAMEL LATTE!", *phew*.

But the point is, guys, it really doesn't take much to make a girl smile. And as Marilyn Monroe once said, "If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything."

Kai says I must now have a cup of Spinelli's coffee everyday.

en ying snapped a shot of life @ 10:41 pm
[3 photographs developed.]