If I could have just one word to describe how I feel each time he blows me away with his ingenuity... it'd be... orgasmic. Yea... I would really love to meet him, probably have a little chat even.
Just physically sitting quietly in a cafe, yet mentally crossing boundaries after boundaries of imagination through words and thoughts. But I fear that I might be intimidated, only to end up walking away feeling stupid instead of inspired.
Gee... why is it that great minds intimidate as much as they fascinate, both at the same time?
If he ever ever comes to Singapore, I promise I'd buy a ticket and I wouldn't sell it like I did for Russel Peters. Heh.
Here's an old but definitely one of my favourite videos of him:
oh, and he sure has got groove.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
how’s life?
I’m not particularly fond of that question, it’s weird I know. But every time I get asked that, I’ll be rolling my eyes invisibly, sighing to myself inaudibly.
For just a short phrase it’s rather overwhelming to answer, don’t you think? I often am stumped at how to reply. Well, for one thing, there’s so much to life, which part of my life are you interested to know about, I wonder. Is it my career, my social life, my family, my health, or my love life? Honestly… Wouldn’t it be tough to summarise your life in a single brief introductory reply?
Here are some examples…
“Hey, thanks for asking, I’m kinda loving my personal life but my health is suffering due to the stress in my career”.
Or how about
“My career and everything else is picking up but I’m feeling like a loser cos my love life is in the dumps?”
Gee… honest and heartfelt… sounds like wonderful conversation starters huh? Not!
What’s wrong with asking the good old-fashioned “How are you”?
It is just as short and simple. More importantly, asking that question expresses interest in the person, how he’s feeling or doing now, not asking for an overview of his life. So pretty much, you can reply it in any way you wish with whatever’s at the top of your head.
Well at least that was what I thought till a conversation I had with a friend some time back:
R.V: Hey, how are you?
hardshell: great!, I’m wearing a new dress and I’m feeling good.
R.V: err.. that’s so girly…
hardshell: and what’s wrong with that? I am a girl
R.V: yea but I didn’t expect such a reply from you. Not from you…
hardshell: why not?
R.V: cos you’re… deep
hardshell: …
Right… so much for not being intimidatingly honest.
Guess I’ll stick to my okays.
For just a short phrase it’s rather overwhelming to answer, don’t you think? I often am stumped at how to reply. Well, for one thing, there’s so much to life, which part of my life are you interested to know about, I wonder. Is it my career, my social life, my family, my health, or my love life? Honestly… Wouldn’t it be tough to summarise your life in a single brief introductory reply?
Here are some examples…
“Hey, thanks for asking, I’m kinda loving my personal life but my health is suffering due to the stress in my career”.
Or how about
“My career and everything else is picking up but I’m feeling like a loser cos my love life is in the dumps?”
Gee… honest and heartfelt… sounds like wonderful conversation starters huh? Not!
What’s wrong with asking the good old-fashioned “How are you”?
It is just as short and simple. More importantly, asking that question expresses interest in the person, how he’s feeling or doing now, not asking for an overview of his life. So pretty much, you can reply it in any way you wish with whatever’s at the top of your head.
Well at least that was what I thought till a conversation I had with a friend some time back:
R.V: Hey, how are you?
hardshell: great!, I’m wearing a new dress and I’m feeling good.
R.V: err.. that’s so girly…
hardshell: and what’s wrong with that? I am a girl
R.V: yea but I didn’t expect such a reply from you. Not from you…
hardshell: why not?
R.V: cos you’re… deep
hardshell: …
Right… so much for not being intimidatingly honest.
Guess I’ll stick to my okays.
happy
here is the reason why i was happy a couple of weeks back...
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my first niece!
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isn't she just adorable?
:O)
my first niece!................................................................................................................
isn't she just adorable?:O)
Friday, February 13, 2009
layers of guilt
I can manage a campaign, break it down in a timeline in phases and see it through to ensure the deadline is met. I can sit on a project while searching for inspiration and then be fired up at the last minute just to make it in time for the submission. But it simply escapes me how I never fail to underestimate my time in getting ready for a date.
I'd be mentally giving myself enough time at home to get ready and travel down by public transport. And the next thing I know, I find myself rushing for time and hailing a cab. And then I'd berate myself for missing the opportunity to take the bus or the mrt, which I love to do and for spending the money unnecessarily. Yet after all that, I'll still be late.
I know, I know, I shouldn't complain cos I only have myself to blame. But I was trying to find the root of the problem (yes, this is amongst one of my efforts to save money). And it's not even like I apply much make up... if you can call a quickie dab of sunblock, blusher, baby powder and maybe eyeliner that.
And then today it dawned on me... I just spend too much time in the shower and layering scents. If it's a special outing, like yesterday, all the more I'll be indulging myself in the full works - shampoo, shower gel, body scrub, body lotion and then I'll completely lose track of time. Then depending on my mood, I will decide what to wear based on my 'feel'... as the clock continues to tick.
It doesn't seem to make sense but I'm guilty of committing this over and over again! Urgh! But I still stand by layering scents and not applying perfume.
Am I alone here?
On hindsight, I did help to contribute to the economy by taking a cab yesterday. And I'm not just trying to justify myself... cab drivers are really having a tough time now...
I'd be mentally giving myself enough time at home to get ready and travel down by public transport. And the next thing I know, I find myself rushing for time and hailing a cab. And then I'd berate myself for missing the opportunity to take the bus or the mrt, which I love to do and for spending the money unnecessarily. Yet after all that, I'll still be late.
I know, I know, I shouldn't complain cos I only have myself to blame. But I was trying to find the root of the problem (yes, this is amongst one of my efforts to save money). And it's not even like I apply much make up... if you can call a quickie dab of sunblock, blusher, baby powder and maybe eyeliner that.
And then today it dawned on me... I just spend too much time in the shower and layering scents. If it's a special outing, like yesterday, all the more I'll be indulging myself in the full works - shampoo, shower gel, body scrub, body lotion and then I'll completely lose track of time. Then depending on my mood, I will decide what to wear based on my 'feel'... as the clock continues to tick.
It doesn't seem to make sense but I'm guilty of committing this over and over again! Urgh! But I still stand by layering scents and not applying perfume.
Am I alone here?
On hindsight, I did help to contribute to the economy by taking a cab yesterday. And I'm not just trying to justify myself... cab drivers are really having a tough time now...
Monday, February 09, 2009
Friday, February 06, 2009
the limit of my restraint
two days i journeyed within
finally crossing the borders of control
to the shattered land of a million pieces
where the quiet deafens
and where the rain never ends
finally crossing the borders of control
to the shattered land of a million pieces
where the quiet deafens
and where the rain never ends
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
glimpses of the wolf
i rubbed my eyes again and again
and looked up with a tight squint
have I been blind all these while?
or are my eyes playing tricks on me?
is that or is that not...
a wolf in a sheep's clothing?
and looked up with a tight squint
have I been blind all these while?
or are my eyes playing tricks on me?
is that or is that not...
a wolf in a sheep's clothing?
Sunday, February 01, 2009
confessions of a shopaholic
Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella was a hilarious read, I must say. It was something the shopper in every girl could relate to. Of course, Rebecca Bloomwood is most extreme with her uncontrollable shopping addiction. Her knees weaken at the sight of branded shops and sale signs.
Unlike her, I’ve never been a sucker for brands, preferring instead to conquer items which excite or turn me on with their colours, texture, fabric and uniqueness. You don’t need to spend a bomb to feel and look good.
I love a good bargain. Just reflecting on how much I have saved vs how many I have acquired never fails to put a smile on my face. Who can ever deny the wonderful healing powers of a good retail therapy? Not me, definitely. Hell, I’m even happy to accompany someone shop. But at the end of the day, I am fully aware that these are simply material wants and that I shouldn’t go overboard (that’s the most important, isn’t it).
Still, it tickled me that Becky Bloomwood and I share a common vocabulary.
Investment
There are a few clothing items that I count as basic investments:
Cardigans – I love cardigans. You can never have too many - you never know when you may need a particular one in future. It's like having a first aid kit ready. Not only do they keep me warm, they’re very useful in resuscitating a tired outfit. They rescue tube or sleeveless tops and dresses which otherwise would have been left deserted.
White tees – I can’t get enough of white t-shirts. V-neck, round-neck, puff-sleeved, and what-have-you’s… extremely versatile and lend sleeves to current or future outfits that come without them.
Sleeveless tops (good for layering) – Pair coloured ones with white tees that have too low a neckline or are too translucent for added colour and security (For the preservation of modesty too, heh)
Undergarments – Comfortable pretty ones make me feel good. Enough said.
I believe most of my investments are not mere indulgence but that they came about as a solution to a problem I face. The problem is, many pretty tops or dresses are cap-sleeved, sleeveless or tube… too revealing for me.
Wouldn’t it be silly of me then to keep to boring stuff just to stick within limits and deny the exciting variety that fall short of the ‘sleeve’ criteria?
Reward
If you look at the big picture, rewards are essential in achieving goals. Even a company rewards its staff for a job well done in an effort to show its appreciation, and hopefully motivate the staff to perform better. It is with that same concept that we should all allow ourselves to be rewarded once in a while as we work towards our pursuits in life. We deserve it.
And for all those moments when everything else seems too fail us, rewards can be a good way to comfort ourselves.
But Becky’s financial management ways are alarming. She chucks credit card statements, willing herself to believe that it is impossible to settle them since she never read them first place. She evades the bank, all the while further exceeding her overdraft. It’s so scary when something becomes an addiction… when one starts to lose control of discipline, the very guardian of one’s financial well-being.
So in these bad financial times that has given birth to the term “recessionista”, I am embarking on efforts to streamline my expenses.
But mind you, I plan to have fun saving.
Unlike her, I’ve never been a sucker for brands, preferring instead to conquer items which excite or turn me on with their colours, texture, fabric and uniqueness. You don’t need to spend a bomb to feel and look good.
I love a good bargain. Just reflecting on how much I have saved vs how many I have acquired never fails to put a smile on my face. Who can ever deny the wonderful healing powers of a good retail therapy? Not me, definitely. Hell, I’m even happy to accompany someone shop. But at the end of the day, I am fully aware that these are simply material wants and that I shouldn’t go overboard (that’s the most important, isn’t it).
Still, it tickled me that Becky Bloomwood and I share a common vocabulary.
Investment
Definition in thefreedictionary.com:
the act of investing; laying out money or capital in an enterprise with the expectation of profit.
Definition in my dictionary:
the commitment of money to something that is believed to bring some worthwhile result.
There are a few clothing items that I count as basic investments:
Cardigans – I love cardigans. You can never have too many - you never know when you may need a particular one in future. It's like having a first aid kit ready. Not only do they keep me warm, they’re very useful in resuscitating a tired outfit. They rescue tube or sleeveless tops and dresses which otherwise would have been left deserted.
White tees – I can’t get enough of white t-shirts. V-neck, round-neck, puff-sleeved, and what-have-you’s… extremely versatile and lend sleeves to current or future outfits that come without them.
Sleeveless tops (good for layering) – Pair coloured ones with white tees that have too low a neckline or are too translucent for added colour and security (For the preservation of modesty too, heh)
Undergarments – Comfortable pretty ones make me feel good. Enough said.
I believe most of my investments are not mere indulgence but that they came about as a solution to a problem I face. The problem is, many pretty tops or dresses are cap-sleeved, sleeveless or tube… too revealing for me.
Wouldn’t it be silly of me then to keep to boring stuff just to stick within limits and deny the exciting variety that fall short of the ‘sleeve’ criteria?
Reward
Definition in my dictionary:
to ‘pat oneself on the back’ or ‘give oneself a much needed hug’ by permitting oneself the pleasure of an experience or owning an item.
If you look at the big picture, rewards are essential in achieving goals. Even a company rewards its staff for a job well done in an effort to show its appreciation, and hopefully motivate the staff to perform better. It is with that same concept that we should all allow ourselves to be rewarded once in a while as we work towards our pursuits in life. We deserve it.
And for all those moments when everything else seems too fail us, rewards can be a good way to comfort ourselves.
But Becky’s financial management ways are alarming. She chucks credit card statements, willing herself to believe that it is impossible to settle them since she never read them first place. She evades the bank, all the while further exceeding her overdraft. It’s so scary when something becomes an addiction… when one starts to lose control of discipline, the very guardian of one’s financial well-being.
So in these bad financial times that has given birth to the term “recessionista”, I am embarking on efforts to streamline my expenses.
But mind you, I plan to have fun saving.
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