Driven to distraction

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing: Mamma Mia – ABBA – The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert

For once, I read something on other blogs about work and I liked the way something was said. So and so was ‘distracted by work’. I like that.

I have been distracted by work the past couple of days and have been increasingly tired of people saying ‘busy is good’, and ‘you must be raking in the cash’.

Luvvies, the only thing I am raking is the ton of paperwork on my desk and on my computer, and the only compelling reason I am on the blog right now is because I want to plug my friend’s fabulous one-man show again. And we’re more or less keeping things within family and friends: A friend is the announcer, my brother’s the photographer, a classmate is the scriptwriter, and I’m the plugger.

My best friend’s one-man show. It is good. Go watch it. Mrs Goh Chok Tong watched it last night, and enjoyed Hossan’s song about her husband’s career. You should too.

Crabby Sunday

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing: Porgy and Bess, opera: Orchestral suite – George Gershwin – Gershwin: Rhapsody; Porgy and Bess


It was a miserably grey Sunday. By miserable, I mean the Singapore sort of miserable. Overcast, hot and still very humid from the morning’s thunderstorm. I had intended to set out to Pasir Ris Park to see about renting a kayak, and after a good half hour’s drive, I got there only to discover that the kayak shop where I used to rent kayaks from was no more.

There was however, a People’s Association Sea Sports Centre Club thing, and that looked promising. So I went in and asked about renting a kayak.

Are you a member?


We rent to members only. And even if you joined today we need to see certification of your kayak proficiency.

What the deuce?! I am a Kayaking God, for crying out loud! I said.

I’ve been kayaking the open seas since you were in nappies, I said some more.

I’ve kayaked to Tioman, met sharks, sea turtles, braved the biggest storms and been so sunburnt my mother didn’t recognise me when I came home, I went on.

After I mentally shouted at the Sea Spock Crub guy like that, I then spent about three minutes mentally giving him several one-twos with my imaginary paddle.

No, Kayaking God, Nooooooooo…. OK, OK we give you kayak. You can kayak all you want for free! Any time. Our crub is your crub!

Good. I want a monthly ceremony where you pick a nubile young female kayaker as a human sacrifice to honour me. And she has to be a cutie.

So, after I put my errant subjects in their place, I walked around the park for something else to do. There was nothing. Unless I wanted to pay $1 to enter this miserable petting zoo at the Fisherman’s Village where you could pay $1 to enter and pet such cuddly creatures as fish, chickens and ducks.

I left Pasir Ris feeling really crabby. Speaking of crabs, she had some recently, and recently my friend’s boyfriend was tasked to make bookings for a holiday in Krabi, and so he went online and googled, yahood, msn’d and dogpiled ‘Crabby’, then complained he couldn’t find much information on Crabby, Thailand.

Don’t fence me in | listen here

Stealing time

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing: Uncommon Connection – John Hiatt & The Goners – Beneath This Gruff Exterior Bonus Disc

I was just sitting here waiting for things to pass and something to blog about when a work related email came in and I had to get on it right away. Bloggus Interruptus.

Earlier in the evening I shelved plans to hit some balls at the range; go for dinner with the boys; go for tea with the one true love; go for coffee with LMD (actually she shelved this one – drank too much liao); go for a movie by my lonesome. Too much go.

I stayed in instead and put on a DVD I bought a month earlier but haven’t had the chance to watch. It’s called ‘A Japanese Story’. After watching it, I still can’t decide if it was a good idea to watch it or not. I can’t quite put a finger on it. I liked it but I don’t like liking it at the moment. I don’t know how best to explain this. I’m just slightly overwhelmed by the deluge of emotions the story engenders.

Perhaps if you read this review or if you got the DVD to watch it for yourself, you might get a better idea.

I’ve been running around like a headless chook lately, sleeping late, waking late, going to work groggy. But I have this Sunday, today, work-free, I hope. I am thinking of turning off the mobile and really stopping to smell the flowers for a change. Something different from stealing bits of sunshine and fresh air every few hours. I reckon I deserve a real stretch of down time, I do.

Quiet beers

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing: Butterfly Lovers Violin Concerto – Takako Nishizaki – Butterfly Lovers Violin Concerto [UK]

Last night my good friend the rabbit owner came up with the best suggestion I’ve heard in yonks. She said ‘Let’s go to a coffee shop and have beer’. Radical for a Friday night I reckon.

So we went, had a coupla those big 600ml (or so) bottles (at $6 each, cheap!), chewed the fat, let the rabbit roam free for awhile, cleaned up rabbit pellets, and then went home. But not before I received one of them Friday night DRTMs: “I am so pissed. Been drinking so much beer. My waist line!”.

Why pay more at pubs and clubs? Party at your neigbourhood Coffee Shop!

Ants in my Army pants too

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing: Things Have Changed – Bob Dylan – Wonder Boys [Soundtrack]

The chatter has begun. Me and my Reservist (I still use that term even though they’ve called us NSmen for the past ten years) platoon have a Yahoo! Group where we keep each other posted on rumours of what the powers that be have in store for us during in-camp. We also use our Yahoo! Group to announce important things, such as weddings and births and when we can meet up for drinks.

It’s roughly two months out from this year’s ICT, and we’re a little nervous. Apparently there won’t be any nights out in the second week, and weekends will be spent in-camp. The ‘good’ news is that very soon after this ICT, there’ll be another in 2005, which will be in Australia! Woohoo! There, we will revise how to fight in the desert or something. Very useful.

The fact that I am so looking forward to reservist is testament to my needing a holiday very, very badly. Next month’s trip to HK is not considered one. I am going there for the ex’s wedding. Yes, I am feeling antsy, just like most everyone else. And if this gets any worse, I’ll want to cut someone. Or something.

Today’s coffee break, brought to you by Grand Hyatt Singapore

Whetting appetites

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing: Short People – Randy Newman – The Best of Randy Newman

Because we are Fresh Air Fiends, we were seated in the tiny outdoor section of this restaurant, located off the Club Street carpark. It was like our very own balcony.

My headhunter friend and my best friend had summoned me to lunch today, saying it would be a quick bite. And I had believed my headhunter friend because heÂ’’s one of those corporate drone types, rushing from meetings to meetings, every single day. What I had forgotten was that it’Â’s been a year since IÂ’’ve had a quick bite with him and he’Â’s since risen up the corporate drone ladder, and is now queen drone or something.

My first reaction on arriving at the restaurant was ‘’Mein Gott, it looks expensive, and I just had Da PaoloÂ’’s last night’Â’.


Sunny Day

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing: Days Like This – Van Morrison – Days Like This

Did y’all see how blue the sky was today? Very.

It was so sunny at 8.55 am this morning, when the one true love called and woke me up, that I resolved to move very slowly, lest I broke into unnecessary sweat. It was a day for the beach, and not work, but unfortunately, you know ler. Still, I couldn’t let it all go to waste, and thanks to the one true love, I had brekkie under an umbie under the clear blue sky.

The rest of daytime was terribly nondescript, as it tends to be with work days, but thanks to good ol’ understanding ol’ loving ol’ wifey, a fabulous dinner was taken at the village. Just as well too, because all I had for lunch and brekkie was a bagel because it was too hot to want to eat.

In case you missed it

Hupp, hupp, and (h)away

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing: Song to the Moon {from Rusalka} {from Driving Miss Daisy} – Lesley Garrett – Diva

I have a friend whose sister plays the Hupp, she says. She will be performing in a solo concert called ‘A Harp Affair‘. The concert will showcase her immense talent with the instrument, and showcases evergreen favourites such as ‘Claire de Lune’, which you might hear in elevators around the world, and in some cafes.

While I cannot say I like listening to the Hupp, I find myself impressed by my friend’s sister. She seems the quintessential high achiever, and won the University Medal at UNSW in Architecture before she embarked on her music studies in the U.S. And as with a lot of talented people residing in Singapore, she is not Singaporean. This Seremban girl lives here to take full advantage of the government’s throwing of much money into what they call the Arts. Singapore is her Hupp Hub.

There are very few pieces which feature the harp and which I like. Like ‘Song to the Moon’ (listen here). Unfortunately my friend’s sister doesn’t play them.

So, if you are inclined towards chamber music (chamber, therefore can be played in elevator), go watch her and perhaps be as impressed as I was when I watched her.

If not, my best friend’s show opens next week. Go get your tickets, because apparently the show’ll sell out real fast, or so he’s told me to tell youse. There’s him playing the piano and singing on the show too. But he won’t be playing the Hupp or singing ‘Song to the Moon’. (Thank goodness).

See? So many things to see, hear and do. Why stay home and read other people’s blogs and then blog about them?

But if you really, really want to do that, you could do worse than to read this post and its comments. I say. What resolve. What determination. What don’t-care-if-people-think-I-am-gormless-ness. Compelling stuff. So, don’t let people you blog about make you doubt what you blog when you blog. Tell people to sod off.