Tuesday, 31 October 2006

WooooOOOO

Good heavens, it's strange what some people do for Halloween! The gym that I go to had two papier mache images of Death - the Grim Reaper himself - complete with grinning skull and scythe, greeting the members as they walked in to commence their workouts. Slightly inappropriate, I thought? What if somebody collapsed off the treadmill from overexertion and kicked the bucket? Oy. Then the other night Terry and I went to a family seafood restaurant, where each waiter and waitress was wearing a grinning skull mask or had unsightly make-up on their faces... and a huge projection of A Nightmare on Elm Street: The Dream Child was displayed on the wall in full gory glory, sounds and screams piercing forth from speakers placed in the corners of the restaurant. The poor parents had to turn their kids' faces away from the images: girls' bodies ripping apart and Freddy K. coming out of them with gleaming clawed glove, evil nuns in full habit, the dead souls of Freddy's victims frantically tearing their way out of his body....Terry and I were terribly entertained (we think Freddy rocks!) - though it was midlly perturbing, all in all. :P

Happy Halloween everybody!!

Sunday, 29 October 2006

Crash, Boom, Twang!

Hey all. Just got home from hanging out with Terry and Lay Hoon. It was Lay Hoon's birthday today, so Terry, Debra and her boyfriend Nick and I went out to a Japanese restaurant and treated her to a nice birthday lunch. Afterwards, Terry, LH and I went to see the much-overrated-but-nevertheless-entertaining-in-that-depressing-way movie World Trade Center. Eh. Five out of ten stars. Moving on...


Last night was pretty cool too. Got free tickets to see a comedy theatre-music show, Pluck: The Specialists, so Terry and I headed to check it out. Was a really hilarious show, performed by this trio from the UK, two dudes and a chick, who perform this comedy act while playing on the violin, viola and cello respectively. Some of their gags were quite physical - trying to play three string instruments between two people; trying to squeeze a folding chair between two potted plants while playing on the viola; trying to swap shoes while playing... all of which were carried out clumsily and riotously by the plucky performers. As comedians they were hilarious; as musicians, they were fantastic, not missing a beat, not going out of tune, as they performed all these crazy stunts. And not just classical music, either: the rib-splitting Act One closer had them performing, classical-style, Parton (pronounced with heavy French accent, par-TO'n)'s I Will Always Love You ... only to break into a cheesy karaoke-style croonfest to the accompaniment of a dodgy pop backing track and disco lights. Haha! A great night's entertainment.

That's about all for now. Today and yesterday my brain's been switched off, but tomorrow it's back to work and thinking about all the other stuff too. Until next time, thanks for checking in! Byebye for now! ~N

Saturday, 28 October 2006

Got My Work Cut Out For Me...

Hey all. What's new? Things have been not too bad for me. Monday till Wednesday I didn't do very much although I was on a break from work... actually, I was working on my proposed Christmas project, but as things turn out I'm probably going to shelve it for now because of time constraints. That and the fact that I'm currently working on three other projects (eeek) on top of work, so shelving the personal X'mas CD might be a good idea. In related news, I've begun work on a new Get Spooked! book (title forthcoming) and am creeping myself out; I'm arranging a church-based musical, the songs of which are the finalist entries from a songwriting competition held not too long ago; and I'm working on the soundtrack to a 20-minute local documentary that will hopefully (hopefully) be broadcast on telly. So... yay! It's gonna be busy for a while here. Which is great - I think I'm one of those people who thrive on pressure and overexhausting prolificity. Prolificness. Prolificiality. Wotever. Okay, I leave you now with a new audio clip, one of the songs from my good buddy Paul G (heeeey Paulll!)'s 2005 play 1927. Heh. Buhbye.

Tuesday, 24 October 2006

Stop Me If You've Heard This...

Today, I feel too lazy to type up a new post... so I shall copy-and-paste these rather terrible jokes that my friend Alex (heeey, Aleexxx!) emailed to me. Some of them are pretty good, actually, in that absolutely awful way. LOL. Enjoy!

1. Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was excellent.
2. A jumper cable walks into a bar. The bartender says, "I'll serve you, but don't start anything."
3. Two peanuts walk into a bar, and one was a salted.
4. A dyslexic man walks into a bra.
5. A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm and says: "A beer please, and one for the road."
6. Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: "Does this taste funny to you?"
7. "Doc, I can't stop singing The Green, Green Grass of Home." "That sounds like Tom Jones Syndrome." "Is it common?" "Well, It's Not Unusual."
8. Two cows are standing next to each other in a field.. Daisysays to Dolly, "I was artificially inseminated this morning." "I don't believe you," says Dolly. "It's true, no bull!" exclaims Daisy.
9. An invisible man marries an invisible woman. The kids were nothing to look at either.

10. Deja Moo: The feeling that you've heard this bull before.
11. I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day but I couldn't see any.
12. A man woke up in a hospital after a serious accident. He shouted, "Doctor, doctor, I can't feel my legs!" The doctor replied, "I know you can't - I've cut off your arms!"
13. I went to a seafood disco last week... and pulled a mussel.

14. What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh.
15. Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to theother and says "Dam!"
16. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit afire in the craft. Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can't haveyour kayak and heat it too.
17. A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse. "But why?" they asked, as they moved off. "Because," he said, "I can't stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer."

18. A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named Ahmal. The other goes to a family in Spain; they name him Juan. Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds,"They're twins! If you've seen Juan, you've seen Ahmal."
19. Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
20. And finally, there was the person who sent twenty different puns to his friends, with the hope that at least ten of the puns would make them laugh. No pun in ten did.

Monday, 23 October 2006

Follow the... what?

Hey everybody, whassup? Nothing much with me... we finished our latest edition of the magazine on Friday morning, so I had Friday day off. Spent that day basically doing nothing... as well as Saturday... um... and... Sunday... Heh! Okay, it's been a pretty lazy weekend, and it's holidays for me right up until end of Wednesday, so... yay!

Actually, I didn't spend Friday doing nothing - at lunchtime I met up with Colin Kirton, a director/actor/singer, and we discussed the possibility of a new production of Follow the Light. The good news is, despite some constructive criticism, he likes the show and believes that with some tidying up and rejigging here and there, it could be better... and he says he's interested in directing a new production of it, yaaaay!! The bad news, if you can call it that, is that he's booked up all next year. And this being an Xmas show means.... oh dear... FTL 2008. Oy.

Still, I can't really call that bad news, can I? I mean, I have someone who's seriously experienced, knowledgable and interested in it - that's always good. And he says two years would be more than enough time to get it fixed up and workshopped - i.e. performed for critical review and fixing-up purposes - so that by the time it's finally performed on a big scale, critics would find very little to criticise about. I like that concept, LOL!

So there we have it. It's a bit of a wait, but I'm excited about it all. And hey, there's still the possibility of FTL '07 in Perth (cough cough!), as well as a funding grant that I applied for not too long ago which might make it compulsory for a new staging in Malaysia next year. So it's all up in the air right now, but regardless, I'm optimistic. And in the meantime I'm working on a new Get Spooked book, and there's an x'massy project I'm currently working on hopefully in time for Christmas this year, and there's also The Edge, my suicide-themed musical.... so there are a lot of balls in the air, hahaha! All this on top of work and play. How exciting!!

Anyway, I leave you with the new audio clip - a song from (hopefully) this year's Christmas project... it's just a backing track as I haven't yet recorded any vocals to it, but it's just a sneak preview of what I'm currently working on. Oh, and I've also updated the television viewing column (scroll downwards), for those who're interested. Until next time!!! ~N

Tuesday, 17 October 2006

Sound of Music Sing Sang Sung

Hey all, how's it going? Been busy at work because once again deadline week is upon us. But on the plus side, once we finish (probably by Thursday morning), there'll be some time to do other things as it'll be a loooong weekend ending next Wednesday due to festive holidays! Yay! Might still need to come in on Friday before the weekend starts, though. Boo! :P

Last night was pretty fun, in an extremely gay kinda way. My dear friend Phaik Leng and I went to the - get ready for this - Sound of Music singalong! AHAHAHA!! As they called it on Will & Grace, the "gay social event of the season". Though last night's event had a pretty mixed crowd and not just same-seekers: men, women, young, old, straight, gay, bi, tri - everyone was welcome for cocktails, a buffet dinner of some rather scrumptious Austrian food (chilli herb sausages, deep-fried mushrooms, calamari, some wonderful grilled salmon, pasta, meatballs, etc), and a rousing two-and-a-half-hour screening of the classic Christopher Plummer-Julie Andrews movie on glorious big-screen with the lyrics to the songs appearing karaoke-style at the bottom of the images.


Prior to the start of the movie, this dude came onstage and led the crowd with some vocal warm ups, some actions to the songs, some directions on "hissing at the Baroness", "booing at the Nazis", "awww-ing at little Gretl". Malaysians, being Malaysians, reluctantly gave it a go, everybody waiting for everybody else to start. Then the movie commenced, and as soon as Julie Andrews burst into song, the entire theatre was filled with the sound of silence. Well. Near-silence. Save for Phaik Leng and me, bouncing in our seats and singing our little hearts out to the music, wondering if were (in all humility) the only fun ones there.

So it was pretty fun for the two of us - singing, booing at the Nazis, barking at Rolf (spelling?), awwwing at the little one, waving our little plastic flowers during Edelweiss, carrying out all the silly little actions for doe, a deer, a female deer - ray, a drop, of golden sun... And gradually the woman on my right began to sing too, and as we looked around as the night progressed, a few other persons were joining in. But musical meyhem it certainly wasn't. I suppose it isn't unexpected, but the Malaysian audience (and I do apologise for generalising, but... it's true) doesn't really appreciate the concept of interactive cinema. Which is fair enough, though it would've certainly been a lot more fun if the whole crowd had been belting out the showtunes at the top of their lungs, y'know? Misery loves company, and all that. Still, if there was one exception, it was the hissing of the baroness. That was certainly a hit - everybody hissed and scratched and mewled each time the blonde with the perfectly-coiffed hair appeared on the screen! Meow! And everybody pulled their supplied party-poppers when the Captain and Maria smooched in that garden scene (after that long, boring song about here you are standing next to me) ... somebody even popped his party-popper halfway during the silent hiding-from-the-Nazi scene, which was perfect timing! Well played, my friend. Well played.

At the end of the night we were exhausted - it was a bloody long movie, and the songs towards the end of the film weren't as exciting or fun to sing as the beginning, but Phaik Leng and I (and undoubtedly a few others in the auditorium who hadn't simply sat there as if they were simply in a regular cinema) certainly had a good time. Now the tricky part is getting Climb Ev'ry Mountain out of my head. Not a great song, in my book. Not particularly fun to sing along to. But damn it if I can't stop hearing the infection strains repeating like a broken needle on a vinyl disc. Fooorrrrd evvvvverrryy streeeaaam!! Oh somebody shoot me. Oy. Goodbye, I leave you with a couple of pics I took of people who dressed up for the event - faces blurred for privacy. Take care! High on a hill was a lonely goatherd, lay odl lay odl lay heee hoooooooo!



Friday, 13 October 2006

Oh Yeah....

PS: How does everybody like the sound clip? Yay, my first audio embed on this site, should've thought of it a long, long time ago. Now the title of the blog is more relevant with its content! (Or should that be the other way round? Oh well. Wotever.) I'll change the clip every now and then or add more audio files... we'll see. :) Comments appreciated! Cheers, ~N

A Horror Story - Gore Warning!

Wow, I've just remembered today's Friday the 13th, eeeeek. Not like that's a big deal or anything, but maybe it explains my horrendous and yet absolutely fascinating nightmare last night. Readers who are easily nauseated or rattled, don't continue. I dreamt I was watching a horror movie - at least, it began as a horror movie; I was sitting in front of the telly - but then the events in the movie became the actual events of the dream, if y'know what I mean. So there are these young people in a car, guys and girls, and there's a guy and girl in the front seat - and suddenly the chick's face explodes into a bloody mass, and she begins to scream. As everyone else in the car starts freaking out like crazy, her face is suddenly gaping with bloody holes... and from each hole, a tiny demonoid head on the end of a branchlike neck oozes out and begins to screech in time to her frantic screams. So she's sitting there bloodied and shrieking while these tiny demon heads from various gaping wounds in her multilated face join in and the others panic and scream long and endless.

I woke up thinking Oh my God! and Wow, that was COOL! at the same time.

After all, it was just meant to be a movie in my mind... right?

Right?

Nick-Knack #22: Conference Room

I sit in the middle of this conference room
with my computer in front of me returning my gaze
and papers scattered about,
white and attention-seeking
in the glow of the flourescent lights.
On a large showcase, a stereo system
and a VCR stare at me; a TV set
hangs from the ceiling, its screen
blank like a flat, square, emotionless eye.
Empty chairs arranged around the table
watch me stoically, while
a lone thermos flask sits on a cabinet
and accuses me silently with its
gleaming, reflective skin.
I really should get back to my desk...
if only because it feels a little lonely in here.

Wednesday, 11 October 2006

Card Wars

Moving on to happier things! I've switched my web browser to Mozilla Firefox now, because I think it's so much better than IE. So that's pretty exciting.

Well, no it's not.

I'm going to have to return my laptop to Hewlett-Packard because, three months old and I've just realised it doesn't come with the right specifications for the PC Card Slot. Y'see, on the website for the particular model of my computer, it says it comes with "One Type I/One Type II PC Card Slot which support both 32-bit CardBus and 16-bit PC Cards". However, for some strange reason, my laptop comes with an ExpressCard slot, where the card sizes have a different shape. See the pics. The one on the left is a Type II PC Card, nice and rectangular. The one below right is an ExpressCard type. L-shaped and queer (the rectangular one is the width of the left side of the 'L').

Rightyo. When I was in Singapore, I bought a Type II PC Card, thinking (based on the information I'd already had) that my computer would have the right slot. Lo and behold, it turns out it doesn't, and the 500-ringgit PC Card I purchased doesn't fit. Before you ask: no, I didn't have my laptop with me when I bought the PC Card. Why would I have thought it wouldn't fit? The specifications say "Type II PC Card Slot", and I bought a Type II PC Card - so it was presumed it would all be fine and dandy! And before you ask, no, I didn't look at the card slot properly before. Not until I had to use it. That was my fault.

Anyway. So I hunt about the HP website and discover that when other laptops come with an ExpressCard slot, it specifically states 'one ExpressCard slot' in the list of the computer properties. Which leaves me with the conclusion, therefore, that somehow they've installed the wrong slot into my laptop!!! Grr, arrgh! So now I have to return to HP and get it sorted out. I swear, if they tell me it isn't a mistake and that they won't change it for free, I'm going to get really angry. If it's meant to be an ExpressCard slot, it should say ExpressCard slot, should it not? We could sue for misinformation!

So wish me luck, boys and girls. I'm going to fight for my rights. In the meantime, my 500-ringgit (AUD and SG$250) PC Card remains nice and secure in its little box, unopened, unusable. Sure, I could've returned it. But the point here is the principle of the thing: I didn't get what I wanted. And the fact that this laptop was supposed to have a Type II card slot played a part in my decision to buy it. The PC Card I bought isn't the problem, it's the slot.

I'm sure there's a sexual inference there somewhere. Oy.

Life Lessons 101

Sitting in my office, on three hours' of sleep. Feels bloody terrific, LOL!

Last night I learnt (or at least, re-learnt) a couple of things:

  • that everyone has issues;
  • that everybody who's creative is really crazy on some level;
  • that obsession can eat away at the psyche;
  • that denial is a state of mine;
  • that bluntness can sometimes be key;
  • that sometimes you wish too hard for something to be real;
  • that you can't end something that never really began;
  • that it hurts more to see someone else get hurt;
  • that it takes admittance, acceptance and forgiveness; and
  • that friendship is sacred.

Live and learn, boys and girls. Live and learn.

Sunday, 8 October 2006

SingaPics!

Photos! In an effort to avoid maxing out everybody's bandwidths, I've included 'em as thumbnails, as you can clearly see below. Hope you enjoy them! Only one thing I have to mention: you know the pics with Jo and the giant platter of meat and veggies, the one which was big enough to serve five but which the two of us overambitiously attempted to finish? Well, as we were fretting and sweating and tucking in, we turned to the next table and saw - to our mortification - five young ladies sharing a tiny plate of spaghetti among them. Oh, the humanity!!

All dressed up In robes and stuff, with mum and dad. Argh! Fat! With Carol Fountains Some weird freaky thing Poor tree has a bad infection... Bridge Trees. Ooh, pretty! Singapore Me and JO! Me with Jo and Kaighe Way too much food for two! Jo and food! Me and Kaighe Jo and Kaighe Don't we look like one happy family?

See ya, Singapura!

Hey everybody! Am back home in KL at last, tired and really wishing my hols in Singapore could go on for a bit longer. But yesterday was so much fun. In the evening Jo and her family picked me up after the musical, and we headed to Jo's cousin's house where they were having a family get-together with dinner and stuff. Lots of people I don't know. In fact, apart from Jo, everyone else was a stranger (even her folks, sorta, given that I just met them a few days ago). So in an effort to be less stressed out about stuff, I dug into the bottle of wine they were serving. Cut to me on the piano, playing away and happy in my own little world, dah-ba-dah, bee-ba-dah! Then - cut to me, fretting and frantically in need of more alcohol, as the rest of the family gathered around singing exuberantly and tunelessly at the top of their lungs: "Yessterrrdaaaay!! All my troubleesss seeeemed sooo faarrr awwwaaaay!!" ... "My girrrrl!! Talking 'bout my girrrll! My girl!" ... "Iittt's a smaaall worrld afftter alll! Iittt's a smaaall worrld afftter alll!" Oy! Still, Jo was at least nice (and sympathetic) enough to promote the booze-consumption to vodka and fruity Bacardi. Thank the stars, heh!

Jokes aside, though, she said the family was really happy that they got to have their singalong. Add that to the fact that everyone thought Jo and I were a couple, and it really wasn't too bad a night after all! :P Afterwards we sojourned to Jo's cozy little apartment where she, her sis Juliana and I watched DVDs all night (well, Jo and I did, at least) and chatted practically till dawn. Then this afternoon, after waking up groggy and tired (well, I did, at least), we headed to a makan-square where Jo's parents stuffed me with too much food - noodles, chicken rice, fried oyster, rice cakes, porridge - and insisted that I eat it all, as if I haven't put on enough weight already!! Typical of Asian parents, folks! They'll always insist of filling you up to bursting point. Let that be a warning to those who're planning to visit (hint hint, Judi and Justin!!) ;)

Finally, after lunch they took me to the hotel/bus depot, where I got on the bus and travelled about five hours back to Kuala Lumpur. That part of the day was pretty dull, so I won't write about it. All in all, it certainly has been a very enjoyable, very tummy-filling five days in Singapore. I'm so looking forward to January when the Perthlings reunite (yaaaaay!!!), and also in March for my birthdaytime when I head back to see Phantom! Yaaay!! *Dances happily!* Until then, it's back to a life of blahdom as I return to work tomorrow and get back into my life of normalcy. Or whatever. Heh.

Ok, I shall end here for now. Buhbye, folks! ~N

Saturday, 7 October 2006

Tick, Tick, Tick...

Wow, what a show! Tick, Tick ...Boom! by the late, great Jonathan Larson. It's an autobiographical musical about the life of the composer who wished beyond wishes to produce something big, to reach success, before he turned 30... hence the ticking clock and the explosion of when the big 3-0 occurs. With a cast of three and a band of just four, it's a superb rock musical that nearly had me in tears at the end because it was so bloody moving. I also think I relate to the central character in so many ways - I realised, as I was watching the show, that he was doing and thinking and feeling pretty much the way I am: the need to achieve something big from a creative point of view, the ticking-clock that somehow makes me feel like I need to get my name out there as a musical-theatre person before I turn 30. And as the central character Jon discovered in the show, life doesn't end at 30. In fact, it begins. And maybe that's something that I oughta take on as a philosophy for myself, because right now I'm pressuring myself greatly to do things - and getting rather down when things don't seem to work out in time. Wow.

Another exciting aspect of the show is that it starred three people who're considered celebs; they've been on US TV shows and everything, and they were fantastic onstage and really nice guys outside of the theatre since we got to meet-and-greet 'em and get their autographs. The lead dude, who was onstage 100% of the time, is Christian Campbell, and he's Neve Campbell's older brother, wooo! The female lead is Nicole Ruth Snelson (whose credits include an appearance on Desperate Housewives) and a theatre guy with a fantastic, fantastic voice named Jerry Dixon. Check out their photos and bios here if you're interested... don't know how long the link will be active, so do it quick! :)

So there we go. Tick, tick... boom. Like the central character, I've been beating myself up a lot lately, and maybe it's time to step back and let things unfold at their own pace. Although what's scary is that Jonathan Larson dropped dead unexpectedly at the young age of 35, right before the world premiere of Rent. So... I don't know. I don't wish to be morbid or anything, but don't you sometimes feel life's too short? I certainly do. Maybe, like Jon in the play it's time to keep working, keep striving to achieve dreams, keep creating, but not punish myself if things don't happen as and when I'd like them to. Because after all, life or God or the universe or whatever you believe in seems to have its/His own handle on the timeline of our lives. So maybe it's best to leave it out of our hands and just rely that things will happen, for the best, when the time is right.

Convocations, Gluttony & Musicals

Saturday. Just a few recaps... Thursday was pretty cool. Headed out to Raffles City shopping centre for lunch with the family (oy) and then picked up all my gear and stuff for the graduation ceremony that evening. Returned to the hotel, snoozed a little, and then headed back out to the Raffles Convention Centre at said shopping centre for the aforementioned graduation ceremony, which was cool in the fact that I finally got to hold in hand my postgrad certificate, but was awful in the sense that it made me realise I needn't have had to take a nap earlier since the majority of the ceremony was one big yawnfest. That's not to be ungrateful to the university or anything, but honestly, I was kicking myself to avoid falling asleep. BUT the point is, we graduated, we got the certs, got to wear those clumsy robes, it has certainly been a privilege to be able to get this far educationwise, and the food afterwards was pretty great. Just scrap all the speeches and we're good to go. Capeesh? Capeesh. Anyway, took a bunch of photos but damn, I forgot to bring the cable to transfer the pics off my digicam, so they'll have to wait. And oh, strangely enough all the undergrads here wore mortarboards, while they didn't in Perth (I certainly didn't the first two times around!).... made me feel a bit ripped-off, y'know? Like, we're less special here, the postgrads. Oy.

So that was funnish, and today I got up and went out to meet with my friend Carol (heeey Carol!!) from Perth. We had a good time catching up and hanging out, which is terrific! But oy, did we eat aplenty yesterday - we headed to this sushi place where they were having a buffett, and let me tell you, sushi might be little but it sure fills you up fast! By the end of it we were at bursting point, not funny! Haha! But yea, that was pretty cool. Afterwards I met up with Jo again (heeey Jo!!!) and we had coffees, bitched about life, love and other disasters, headed to a steakhouse and ordered one meal that turned out to be enough for, like, five large people (I kid you not!). So it was an extremely full day of eating had by all!!!! Later on Jo and I went shopping, prior to going to this other coffee place where we had liquer coffees with Jo's family. so that was pretty fun, too ... but oy, were our tummies on the verge of explosion! I think I must've gained, like, five kilos just on this weekend alone. Scary scary scary. So you understand if I'm looking large in the photos. :P

Speaking of which, I'll try to get 'em posted ASAP... but that'll have to wait: now Mum and Dad and Kev have left for the bus station home (yaaaaay free at last!) and I have one day to kill before I head back too; so right now am going to grab a quick bite, head to the theatre to watch a musical by Rent's Jonathan Larson, Tick, Tick... Boom!, and afterwards spend the evening (and night) at Jo's place with her family. Wow. From one family to another. Heh. Alright, I'll leave you guys now. Until my next update... buh-bye!! ~N

Thursday, 5 October 2006

Freaked Nick

1:11pm, and I'm about to leave the hotel to head to the convention centre to pick up my graduation robe and stuff. Last night was kinda freaky - you know how my mates Terry, Debra and her boyfriend Nick have always been telling freaky stories about haunted hotel rooms? No? Well, now you do. Incidentally, Debra's Nick says he's able to see dead people. But that's another story for another time. So. I was getting ready to go to bed, I said a nice, silent, short little prayer and drifted off to sleep - only to encounter a rather nasty little nightmare. Eeek, a bad dream! And then I woke up terrified and my imagination was going crazy and I kept imagining long-haired girls in the mirror across from the bed and sitting on the toilet, and I thought "screw this, I'm going to watch sitcoms til dawn!" and stayed up till about 630am watching Two and a Half Men on my laptop. Eventually I drifted off and everything was ok, which goes to prove that one's figments can sometimes be a pain in butt and nothing else. Meanwhile, I wonder how many angels actually keep you company when you desperately pray for divine intervention. Cough. Okay that's about all for now. Until later! ~N

Baby Baby Baby!

Here are a couple of pics of Jerolina's new baby boy, little Ethan, and hubby Steve. Congrats again, guys! Ethan's so cute! ;) ~N

Phantoms Next Door

Hi everyone. I'm now in my room at the Asia Hotel in Singapore (a small, old building that's right next door to the bigger, moderner, flashier Sheraton, oy), paying exorbitant prices for the wireless broadband service. But at least I'll be able to keep you guys updated! Anyway, at 2pm today I hopped on a bus and took a nice, leisurely five-hour drive down to this little neighbouring island, took a cab to this hotel, checked in, showered, had dinner, and then - yay!!! - had a lovely reunion with dear Jo! Jo! JO! JO! The former cast mate of the sitcom Pine Grove who didn't make it to the spin-off Dean Road! Oh, don't worry if you have no idea what I'm going on about...!

Anyway, Jo and I had a terrific time, catching up and bitching the way we always have. Nothing's changed, and it's as wonderful as ever to chat with her. (Have I mentioned that I'm not here alone, by the way? Mum, dad and brother are tagging along, and good Lord, are they taxing. But anyway.) Jo rocked up during dinnertime, met Mum and Dad (that's Uncle and Auntie for the Asianese!), and afterwards we (without the family) went over to the Sheraton and had a scrumptious dessert buffet with coffee and (for me) Bailey's. Lovely stuff, though it did set me back SG$60 out of the $300 I brought along as spending money. Oy. Though it was worth it - all those cakes and delicious goodies! So much for the diet. *sigh*!

Oh, going back to this morning - I went to a special media conference to meet this dude, Brad Little, who's performed more than 2,000 shows of Phantom of the Opera on Broadway and around Asia. He's the Phantom mentioned in yesterday's teaser post, ahaha! I hope none of you lost sleep over that little enigma. (Cue half-eyed sarcastic look.) ... Anyway, they showed a montage of the show via video, and then he sang Music of the Night accompanied by a piano, and his voice was terrific despite his bashful disclaimer that he was 'jetlagged' and therefore likely lacklustre. Afterwards I had a one-on-one interview with the dude for my magazine Off The Edge, and methinks it was a pretty good chat, hopefully different from what other reporters would write. Here's hoping my editor decides to publish it, yay!

Meanwhile, Phantom will be staging here in this little Republic (that's Singapore, for those who're scratching yer heads at this point) in March 2007, one day before my birthday - so another visit here is in the pipeline - after my January visit with Judi and Justin for our MUCC reunion, of course!!!! (See, Judi? I'm just as excited, even more so!! yay! Yay! YAY! YAY!) Oh, don't worry if you have no idea what I'm going on about...!

Wednesday, 4 October 2006

Road Trip!!

Well, see ya guys. Tomorrow (today, really) I'll be hopping on a bus down to Singapore for my graduation ceremony - a five-day visit to the land down... south. Should be fun - I've made plans to meet up with a couple of friends (heeeey Jo!! heeeey Carol!) and I'm really looking forward to it. I'm bringing the computer along, so I'll try to update as and when possible. In the meantime, I oughta go to bed - have to wake up at 830am for a work-related meeting with the Phantom. The Phantom? Yes. The Phantom. More later. Buhbye!

Tuesday, 3 October 2006

Random Sitcom Quote #17

Jake: If women with big breasts work at Hooters,
where do one-legged women work?
Alan: I don't know. Where do one legged-women work?
Jake: At
IHOP!

- Two and a Half Men, 'Who's Vod Kanockers', Season 4

A Perpetuating Circle Of Self-Destruction

Isn't it funny how one's world can revolve around a single person so much so that he or she is on one's mind almost all the time?

What's even funnier is how pointless it is, from the point of view that the person with whom one is besotted is far, far away and nothing will ever happen because it simply ... can't.

What's funnier still is when one's infatuation has lasted what seems like a lifetime, with no clear signs of when one will get over it and move on, and that this, to one, is the first time one has been so obsessed with somebody that it's kinda frightening, in that funny unfunny kinda way?

Isn't it even funnier still when one knows that maintaining contact with the object of one's misplaced and misguided affection doesn't help the moving-forward process, in fact encumbers it, and when one is aware of how self-destructive it is to keep in flirtatious communication?

And isn't it even funnier yet that when one attempts to cut off communication, one feels as if it's such a waste because of a potential friendship being terminated, of platonic futures being cut short and not given an opportunity to blossom; and when one resumes contact, it's so much fun and so shameless flirty and so dangerously self-destructive?

And finally, isn't it even funnier yet still when the conversation's over and one spends time replaying said conversation in one's head until one realises that one's world can revolve around a single person so much so that he or she is on one's mind almost all the time?

Monday, 2 October 2006

Experiment

Y'know, I sometimes wonder if anyone (apart from the series regulars) ever checks in on this blog.... so here's a little request by yours truly to anyone who reads this: please leave a comment or a message in the little chatterbox on the right? Even if it's 'hi'. I'd like to see how many 'hi's I receive. Ooh this should be fun.

Cut to Nick, 20 posts later, still waiting for that hi.

Boozy Breakfast

Hey boys and girls. It's 130pm on a workday and I'm sitting in a Coffee Bean surfing the net and scarfing down coffee. Yay. Just went for a work-related event - the launch of a new, limited-edition whisky - and so was served breakfast with free snootfuls of the alcohol. Not a bad way to start the day... at least, it wouldn't have been bad, only my tummy's still recovering from Saturday night's drunken party, and so I took a couple of sips and decided it was enough. Granted, the whisky was good stuff. And there was a dude in a kilt, all the way from Scotland (as you might have deduced), who gave a riveting little presentation on the booze of his homeland. So free breakfast, free booze, some souvenirs, and a reunion with a former colleague.... not too bad a morning, aye? Aye. ~N

Sunday, 1 October 2006

Last Drunken Night: A Chronological Photoblog

Earlier in the evening...

Terry and Phaik Leng, happy and sober. Phaik Leng doing her model pose...
There's Debra! Oooh the drinking has begun!
Me and Phaik Leng, getting slightly tipsy now after some wine and Advocatt...
As the night drew on, we got increasingly hammered...
And finally - here's Phaik Leng... And Terry... And me. Oops.The end.

Deep

Ah the marvels of throwing up... :P Urgk, probably didn't need to share that. Still, it's always a sign of a good night. ;)

My dear friend Phaik Leng said something yesterday that struck me as rather insightful. After a lot of analysis, we came to realise the deeply-rooted issues that cause my mum to want me to remain at home (which I won't go into detail here because it's a private family thing): "Running away from the problem would be childish; it takes a grown-up to stay."

Wow.

And The World Keeps Turning...

245am - just spent an entire evening with Debra, her boyfriend Nick, Terry (who was bitching about the fact that I didn't invite him to Butterfly Lovers, oy, the bitch) and Phaik Leng ...drinking, getting totally smashed and having a late-nite supper at McDonald's and now I'm at home and the world's spinning and I'm hammered and really oughta go to bed. Good times. I'm typing pretty well for someone so inebriated. Pics to come! Love lots, Nick.