Yeah yeah, so I'm this and I'm that. Heard so much evilised things under my name that I cannot even begin to recount, recap, or reconfigure that statistics. Numb is the keyword, and nothing beats hearing names, yet feeling so fleeting about it.
It's funny how some people, like yours truly, could invite so much talk and discussions without even amounting to much. Certainly, I might be a little weird, a little crazy, sometimes zanny, perhaps queer, but does it matter? I have my life, not like I consistently put a foot in others and disrupt their heavenly peace. It's just unfair that they get to talk, and I don't wor. Not fair! =)
Anyhow, I was posed a rather amusing question, yet again, on whether I am gay. Funny though, it's like asking if I like coffee, and why would I love coffee? Stereotypical as it may sound, I think preferences are personal agendas that need to be fulfilled only by the individuals, and not dictated by the masses. But in case you are still wondering - heck, you're still asking?
Now that things are kind of back to norm - the routines that killed the day-to-day excitement of living - work is panning out slowly and releasing a sense of buzz that would have totally killed me before. Perhaps it is the prospects of exacting the goal of paying back my truckload of loans that even Sparta would find it hard to break through. Like the bubble-tea phenomena, it doesn't take the hype to die too quickly, it just takes one single fattening fact to destroy the entire franchise.
Yo, dudes in the U.S. and U.K., you guys got bubble tea there? Should try, its sensational!
Oh, then you got to try this Bubble Gel at Happy Valley. In my not-so-well-versed-englis h-linguistic-skills, I think it simply just tastes like Cafe del Mar. Remember, its called the Bubble Gel, page 2 on the menu, last on the list. Five bucks, but worth every ounce, cent I mean. Just don't think about the fats piled on.
It's been almost a week after the show, and despite reality setting in like 8 hours after, we're still talking tons about it. Every conversation with people involved or attended yields a different aspect of the show that I wouldn't have known! It's just way cool - like Jack up the bean stalk and finding the giant, the gold, and blah blah blah. It's just amazing how different perspectives wield together in a woven web of one big funny spider =P
The funniest I heard so far was Kevin's anxiety attack just five minutes before we started. The most incorrigible: Xun knocking Kevin's guitar over at half-time. Yes Xun, I found out. And you're so in trouble! Ha! See how I'm gonna hammer you this coming week! Better ask your bosses if you can work from home, take a week off, or just get a 5-day MC.
Cute thing was, I had diarrhea about 2 hours before the show too. Hence, I deduce, like Alan, Euge, and Kevin, it was the Wantan Mee! Confirm ah. Where got so coincidental one?!
Still, I think digital cameras really suck. Depth of field is one of the most amazing thing with the naked eye. Just look at those pictures the pros took man. I look so... ORGASMIC.
Idling... =/
Argh! I can't stand it! The Lumix would jump off the block if it sees these!
Pictures by Lightbox Productions.
Coming back, was at the Arts House earlier with Lifen, cos we were so bored at the studio, and decided to head down to watch Allura play at Earshot Cafe (thank goodness I remembered the date, though screwed up the time a little). So while the guys were rushing their stuff, we were sipping orange juice and tapping to some fine music! Cool lah, these guys are so talented despite their age. I think the 5 of us got on the wagon too slow man. I shall therefore rejuvenate everyone by conducting Yoga classes a hundred times a week, teach the Karma Sutra proper, and get Alan a proper sex slave. Then we'll not only be as youthful, we'll be full of ideas.
Okay okay, I digress. The performance was awesome, the sound was great, and the band looked cool lah. It's times like these that I wish I had saved up enough money for a nose-job, botox, and puffier lips. Wait, one of the joke's already about my Taiwan sausage lips. Scratch that. $ saved.
So yes, good set!
Last thing on my mind today, is really loneliness. Someone empathised with the old folks who didn't have a place to sleep tonight due to some upgrading program. I concur. And I conclude that, at the end of the day, loneliness is the Number One killer anywhere in the world. Unless, of course, you're going extinct, then it wouldn't really matter would it?
I'm just feeling a little left out by myself tonight. Hope it catches on tomorrow and re-direct my already very spaced out mind.
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