don't know what's wrong with me
eyelids clamming shut, slaves to gravity
can't get through the afternoons without fantasising about a nap
can't get past a few paragraphs of my research notes without ending up flat
on my face, drool threatening to stain the sofa pillows (yes, I drool, you got a
problem with that?)
went for a swim one night, endorphins surged
couldn't sleep till 3am
as awake as an owl
aargh....the one-week hols have reached their tail-end
what useful thing have I done?
I'm such an old woman
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
短发女孩的心声
发型师不算是朋友
来来往往不难变知己
每月，一次
剪个痛快！
长发女郎算是朋友
看来看去真搞不清楚
每月，一次
剪了什么？
有时沾个樱桃红，染个巧克力颜色
加上稍微修剪一下，也可制造出个阳光女孩
张大眼睛好好欣赏吧！
短发女孩照旧是常客
进进出出满怀期待
每月，一次
剪了又剪！
剪了再见！
来来往往不难变知己
每月，一次
剪个痛快！
长发女郎算是朋友
看来看去真搞不清楚
每月，一次
剪了什么？
有时沾个樱桃红，染个巧克力颜色
加上稍微修剪一下，也可制造出个阳光女孩
张大眼睛好好欣赏吧！
短发女孩照旧是常客
进进出出满怀期待
每月，一次
剪了又剪！
剪了再见！
Theresa
老天爷替我画了一双眼
你看得见
我看不到
老天爷给我吊了一对耳
你看得见
我听不到
我和人潮隔了一道不易打碎的墙
你们看不见
我摸索到
我与陌生人牵着永不绝望的心
他感觉到
我也感受到
我不盲，不聋，只是太勇敢了
- a tribute to 61-year-old Theresa Chan, blind and deaf since the age of 14, star of the Singapore-made film Be With Me (by Eric Khoo and Wong Kim Hoh)
（昨晚不知为何睡不着，充满灵感，写下了这支 Ode to Theresa）
你看得见
我看不到
老天爷给我吊了一对耳
你看得见
我听不到
我和人潮隔了一道不易打碎的墙
你们看不见
我摸索到
我与陌生人牵着永不绝望的心
他感觉到
我也感受到
我不盲，不聋，只是太勇敢了
- a tribute to 61-year-old Theresa Chan, blind and deaf since the age of 14, star of the Singapore-made film Be With Me (by Eric Khoo and Wong Kim Hoh)
（昨晚不知为何睡不着，充满灵感，写下了这支 Ode to Theresa）
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
爱老婆的石头
那天看了 channel 52 的 《康熙来了》，好不开心。因为五月天上了节目！又享有耳福了！有一幕非常感人，是吉他手石头所说的话，至今还深刻地留在我脑海中。
主持人小S：石头，如果有一天，你老婆要你放弃音乐，你会吗？
石头（毫不犹豫）：会啊！
小S：真的？ 放弃音乐？
石头：会啊，因为我觉得没有了老婆，生活也没有意思。当然如果老婆喜欢我玩音乐，那就是快乐上的快乐！
好感动！告诉了leo。他的反应？
"He knows where his priorities lie! Most musicians will always put music above everything else."
也就是我深爱五月天的原因之一。当然，五月天要是有一天再也不玩音乐，我将会彻底伤心。但是，明星终究是人，生活需有些平衡。不能说只超爱音乐而不管你死我活，对吗？
Oh yes, 我想我因该高兴leo会说出那番话罢？哈哈！
(photo courtesy of yam blog。 石头穿 pink T-shirt，萧洒自如地弹奏。阿信则大展歌喉！ 好过瘾喔！）
I had a dream
...a really weird dream where disparate events came together to form one story.
I dreamt that one of my friends was pretty stressed out at work one day, but still had to send food to the old man. And she got a bit frustrated because of that. She was even panting from having to rush to send food.
Think these are my worries surfacing, as I tend to wonder if the volunteers are inconvenienced in any way at times. Plus, today one of them forgot she was on MC, and I had to call another volunteer at the last minute, something I try not to do unless absolutely necessary.
Then I dreamt that a good friend was getting married and she had this strange list of things she wanted me to do. She had drawn a picture of all the things I needed to bring along for the wedding. The picture showed a tall cabinet with drawers, with some stuff positioned on the top. The only three things I remember seeing were three shocking pink bottles of shampoo and body bath.
And she was quite kan cheong about it! Although she had given me the list, she still called to remind me to bring the shampoo. And in separate phone calls, she asked me to carry a bar of green soap from house to house so that we could wash our hands whenever we wanted to. HUR???
And then, she got someone to lug a huge cabinet with drawers to pass to me, so that I could bring it on the wedding day. I was supposed to make sure this cabinet was placed on top of another cabinet, and that a table cloth was to be placed over the top cabinet. Any ang pow or gifts that the wedding couple received were to be kept in the drawers of the cabinet.
I remember asking, exasperatedly: "Why don't you ask (bride's name) to get someone to drive it to wherever she wants to on the wedding day? How am I supposed to carry this myself? I don't even know if I can get the car, and even if I could, it is much too small to fit the cabinet!"
Must have been the msn conversation I had with this friend of mine before I fell asleep. She was talking about getting married.
Why can't I dream more of Mayday?
Oh actually, I did some time ago. I dreamt I was chosen to go laser sailing with them at Changi (you know, one of those pick-the-fan contests). And I chose to sail with Masa because I knew I would not be tongue-tied around him as he's pretty easy-going. And a-sailing we went!
I dreamt that one of my friends was pretty stressed out at work one day, but still had to send food to the old man. And she got a bit frustrated because of that. She was even panting from having to rush to send food.
Think these are my worries surfacing, as I tend to wonder if the volunteers are inconvenienced in any way at times. Plus, today one of them forgot she was on MC, and I had to call another volunteer at the last minute, something I try not to do unless absolutely necessary.
Then I dreamt that a good friend was getting married and she had this strange list of things she wanted me to do. She had drawn a picture of all the things I needed to bring along for the wedding. The picture showed a tall cabinet with drawers, with some stuff positioned on the top. The only three things I remember seeing were three shocking pink bottles of shampoo and body bath.
And she was quite kan cheong about it! Although she had given me the list, she still called to remind me to bring the shampoo. And in separate phone calls, she asked me to carry a bar of green soap from house to house so that we could wash our hands whenever we wanted to. HUR???
And then, she got someone to lug a huge cabinet with drawers to pass to me, so that I could bring it on the wedding day. I was supposed to make sure this cabinet was placed on top of another cabinet, and that a table cloth was to be placed over the top cabinet. Any ang pow or gifts that the wedding couple received were to be kept in the drawers of the cabinet.
I remember asking, exasperatedly: "Why don't you ask (bride's name) to get someone to drive it to wherever she wants to on the wedding day? How am I supposed to carry this myself? I don't even know if I can get the car, and even if I could, it is much too small to fit the cabinet!"
Must have been the msn conversation I had with this friend of mine before I fell asleep. She was talking about getting married.
Why can't I dream more of Mayday?
Oh actually, I did some time ago. I dreamt I was chosen to go laser sailing with them at Changi (you know, one of those pick-the-fan contests). And I chose to sail with Masa because I knew I would not be tongue-tied around him as he's pretty easy-going. And a-sailing we went!
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
one thing after another...
Tired.
I'm an old woman at heart. I can't take non-stop activity. I need plenty of rest. I need to veg. Since last Friday, it's been just one thing after another. Some nerve-wracking, some fun.
Friday was the test. I had to handle a real-life case at a social service agency. Had been so anxious about it for many days because I was afraid I would do a bad job at it, and also that if I said something wrong, it would affect the client. While I'm relieved that it's over, it was a great learning experience for me. I'm glad to have had the chance to try it before I start work for real.
I think my brain must have been craving for some feel-goodness after being a bundle of nerves for nine hours, it wanted some alcohol! Decided to alight from the bus to have a nice dinner and a glass of white wine at Bliss, this cosy restaurant that has sprung up in the most unlikely of places - Punggol Park, a jogger's haunt in the heartlands. (See picture on right, of alfresco area overlooking the lake, and Sengkang flats in the background!)
It was just simply relaxing enjoying dinner (fish and chips) alone in the cool of the evening.
Saturday was back to school for project!!! My mum couldn't believe her ears. She actually said: "Huh, how come got project???"
Mum, I'm a student now.
I must really thank God that ALL my project mates are DAMN ON!!! All did their readings and were soooo enthusiastic!!! One of them, a 46-year-old father of three, even took the initiative to prepare some powerpoint slides first.
I take my hat off them. I felt lazy next to them.
So it was 10am to 3pm (imagine that!) at school discussing, then it was off to cell group for a very invigorating discussion on tithing (thank you Ivan), and then it was karaoke from 8pm to midnight with olduvai and dsd.
Heh. Olduvai can sing Chinese songs leh :) And to welcome the Mooncake Festival, we crooned to Xu Meijing's Cheng Li De Yue Guang (loosely translated, Moonlight in the City). Sorry, me dunno how to type Chinese characters on PC.
And now to last night, leo and I caught Bar at Buena Vista!!! Yes, while we sat in the ageing seats (wood was peeling off, I like) at Victoria Concert Hall, we were transported back to Havana with the mesmerising sounds of Cuban music.
It is one of those rare times when you get to see so many legends on stage. About 10 musicians and dancers were on stage, but believe you me, if you added the ages of just three of them, you would get a grand total of more than 200.
Most memorable was 87-year-old Reynaldo Creagh, whose rich vocals rang resonantly in the hall, never faltering once. When he did not sing, he would sit back with his legs crossed, in a grandfather's rocking chair. Indeed, his frail frame and walking cane were deceiving.
We joked that we would not be surprised if the small old man would suddenly breathe his last in the rocking chair, only to laugh in amazement when he started to jive to the upbeat tunes. A slight twist to the right and to the left, an elegant turn on one foot, some nifty footwork to impress.
The most amusing part? His victory sign at the end of the show! Imagine a little old man flashing two upturned fingers at you like he's the champion of the soccer game.
He made growing old look so fun :)
I'm an old woman at heart. I can't take non-stop activity. I need plenty of rest. I need to veg. Since last Friday, it's been just one thing after another. Some nerve-wracking, some fun.
Friday was the test. I had to handle a real-life case at a social service agency. Had been so anxious about it for many days because I was afraid I would do a bad job at it, and also that if I said something wrong, it would affect the client. While I'm relieved that it's over, it was a great learning experience for me. I'm glad to have had the chance to try it before I start work for real.
I think my brain must have been craving for some feel-goodness after being a bundle of nerves for nine hours, it wanted some alcohol! Decided to alight from the bus to have a nice dinner and a glass of white wine at Bliss, this cosy restaurant that has sprung up in the most unlikely of places - Punggol Park, a jogger's haunt in the heartlands. (See picture on right, of alfresco area overlooking the lake, and Sengkang flats in the background!)
It was just simply relaxing enjoying dinner (fish and chips) alone in the cool of the evening.
Saturday was back to school for project!!! My mum couldn't believe her ears. She actually said: "Huh, how come got project???"
Mum, I'm a student now.
I must really thank God that ALL my project mates are DAMN ON!!! All did their readings and were soooo enthusiastic!!! One of them, a 46-year-old father of three, even took the initiative to prepare some powerpoint slides first.
I take my hat off them. I felt lazy next to them.
So it was 10am to 3pm (imagine that!) at school discussing, then it was off to cell group for a very invigorating discussion on tithing (thank you Ivan), and then it was karaoke from 8pm to midnight with olduvai and dsd.
Heh. Olduvai can sing Chinese songs leh :) And to welcome the Mooncake Festival, we crooned to Xu Meijing's Cheng Li De Yue Guang (loosely translated, Moonlight in the City). Sorry, me dunno how to type Chinese characters on PC.
And now to last night, leo and I caught Bar at Buena Vista!!! Yes, while we sat in the ageing seats (wood was peeling off, I like) at Victoria Concert Hall, we were transported back to Havana with the mesmerising sounds of Cuban music.
It is one of those rare times when you get to see so many legends on stage. About 10 musicians and dancers were on stage, but believe you me, if you added the ages of just three of them, you would get a grand total of more than 200.
Most memorable was 87-year-old Reynaldo Creagh, whose rich vocals rang resonantly in the hall, never faltering once. When he did not sing, he would sit back with his legs crossed, in a grandfather's rocking chair. Indeed, his frail frame and walking cane were deceiving.
We joked that we would not be surprised if the small old man would suddenly breathe his last in the rocking chair, only to laugh in amazement when he started to jive to the upbeat tunes. A slight twist to the right and to the left, an elegant turn on one foot, some nifty footwork to impress.
The most amusing part? His victory sign at the end of the show! Imagine a little old man flashing two upturned fingers at you like he's the champion of the soccer game.
He made growing old look so fun :)
Thursday, September 15, 2005
she's such a sweetie...
leo's dog shermaine is such a sweetie. And you can tell when she really misses human company - she follows you around like a...well, leech is such a negative word to use...like an adorable kid bent on not letting you out of her sight!!!
the moment you stop to stroke her head, she flips onto her back, a signal for you to give her a good tummy rub. She'll turn a bit to the right for you to scrub more of her left, and then to the left when she feels the right needs some attention.
AIYOH!!! SO CUTE!!!
when you stop to pour yourself a cup of water or wash your hands, she'll plonk herself on the floor to wait for you. When you sit down to read something, she'll come along and start licking your toes. And then she'll stare at you with her big round black eyes, as if finding you to be such great entertainment.
westies also love to stand on their hind legs. So when she is really happy at seeing you return home, you can be sure that she'll start going mad, prancing around like a hyper bunny, pawing you with her two front limbs while standing on her hind legs.
AIYOH!!! SO CUTE!!!
I've never been able to catch a picture of that cos once you start moving along, she immediately tags along :)
the moment you stop to stroke her head, she flips onto her back, a signal for you to give her a good tummy rub. She'll turn a bit to the right for you to scrub more of her left, and then to the left when she feels the right needs some attention.
AIYOH!!! SO CUTE!!!
when you stop to pour yourself a cup of water or wash your hands, she'll plonk herself on the floor to wait for you. When you sit down to read something, she'll come along and start licking your toes. And then she'll stare at you with her big round black eyes, as if finding you to be such great entertainment.
westies also love to stand on their hind legs. So when she is really happy at seeing you return home, you can be sure that she'll start going mad, prancing around like a hyper bunny, pawing you with her two front limbs while standing on her hind legs.
AIYOH!!! SO CUTE!!!
I've never been able to catch a picture of that cos once you start moving along, she immediately tags along :)
Monday, September 12, 2005
be with me
The problem with working from home and studying at home, is that there is no one to...be with me. Socially, I'm lacking. Tis' a lonely affair.
And so off I went to catch Eric Khoo's Be With Me with cocoatina. First time I managed to get tix at GV Plaza, all thanks to a chance to catch the afternoon show.
Beautiful show, with no lack of poignant moments, and so much to tell in long silences and everyday routine. Very Eric Khoo.
For me, it was the grieving old Chinese shopkeeper's face that spoke millions. Creased like a piece of roughened cloth that could never be ironed straight, every line on his wizened face seemed to tell a story of life.
A life like yours and mine - of love lost and won, of the inevitable ups and downs.
And so off I went to catch Eric Khoo's Be With Me with cocoatina. First time I managed to get tix at GV Plaza, all thanks to a chance to catch the afternoon show.
Beautiful show, with no lack of poignant moments, and so much to tell in long silences and everyday routine. Very Eric Khoo.
For me, it was the grieving old Chinese shopkeeper's face that spoke millions. Creased like a piece of roughened cloth that could never be ironed straight, every line on his wizened face seemed to tell a story of life.
A life like yours and mine - of love lost and won, of the inevitable ups and downs.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
