Worst Titles Ever

I'm too lazy to explain how these came about, but these are the worst possible titles suggestions meant for some CDs.

- Nautical Adventures

- Sea of Mystique

- Riviera of Love

Urgh. Sounds like bad porn movie titles.

Sentimental Ramblings

A casual meet up with friends (W, Q, T) resulted in us gate crashing VJ's fund raising dinner. It was really accidental. We were in the area and happened to stumble upon an open gate.

I met a peer who now works at the school. I am glad that I am not her, trapped in some eternal loop of students and exams and the past. She is probably happier than me. But that is really not the point.

I have always tried to cling on memories, experiences, sentimental whatnots, the coattails of the past. It's the garang guni blood in me at fault. But during this zhuo4 bo2 break in Singapore made me realized that there is little reason to do so. I am steadily gathering more memories with each passing year (darn aging!), and it is impossible to preserve the past. Things change, people age, buildings crumble, botox dissipate.

So what matters, who matters? People constantly move in and out of my life. The different jobs, the different schools, the different countries! It is like a drive-through. I should probably start spitting into people's food.

Easily impressed

It rained today, rather heavily, and the streets are not flooded. The drainage system works. See this (3rd paragraph).

I manage to collect my passport in -10 seconds. My number was blinking before I could locate the collection booth. Argh. The days when I was stuck at SSN office and at the driving license place. Arghs X100.

Clean public transportation. I noticed I'm the only one using my knuckles to prevent excessive finger contact with the holding poles (those metal I-don't-know-what-you-call-them-poles).

I just had lunch and there are TWO kinds of meat in my noodle. Prawn and pork. It's almost a miracle.

Told you I'm easily impressed.

Singapore Mornings

It's 6:36am and I am in Singapore. Everything seems familiar yet a lot smaller. The furniture especially. The countertops seem lower, so does my desks, and of course, the shower head is too easily within reach. Even my bathroom shadow (think Mickey Mouse with horizontal ears) on the ugly brown floral tiles, seems shorter. I guess I have been in supersized America for far too long.

The air is humid, even at this time; it lacks the crisp dry coolness of Calgary's mornings where I wake up with a dry throat, dry eyes, dry hands, dry everything. My skin is retaining its suppleness (ahh.. youth) and pimple potential in this humidity.

It's interesting to be back after so long, 2 years to be precise. I am easily impressed! My HDB has lifts on every floor. H1N1 is a constant topic (argh) and laminated pictures of me at graduations litter the house (argh X2). It is weird for I never got to printing out my own pictures and only scanned through them with minimal effort to pick out decent facebook pictures.

I'm surprised that the mornings are so quiet in Singapore. I remember them to be a lot noisier and busier. It's 7:14am and school assembly should be starting soon.