Something i saw just now left me laughing hysterically for 10 minutes. Oh boy, that is seriously funny. It definitely does good to the mood. I feel so bad for the person sabotaged but yeah, i need a good laugh now.

Before it slips through my mind again, I was having this conversation with Yas a few days back and i was telling her how much music of our generation is so different from the past. I mean, you see how all those Greatest Hits compilation albums are being released with songs from the 60s all the way to the 90s. We have memorable classics like Judy Garland's Somewhere Over the Rainbow, The Righteous Brother's Unchained Melody, Bohemian Rhapsody from Queen and so on. Legends like Whitney Houston, Bon Jovi, U2, Mariah Carey, Tammy Wynette, Air Supply has churned out tons and tons of memorable hits during their hey-days. However, if we were to fastforward time to say, 2050? Where everyone is retired and spending their time with the grandchildren. And one day, one of them would ask, "Grandpa/Grandma, could you sing me a classic from your day?" Not wanting to disappoint them, you got up slowly and starts singing "Ela Ela Eh Eh Eh Eh Under My Umbrella~!" If that's not enough, you begin shouting "Let me hear you say this shit, is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S!" And when your grandchildren starts to cry, you make things worse by dancing to the song, My Humps and Don't Cha, clutching your walking stick while shaking your already loosening joint and saggy boobs. I think it's pathetic. But oh well, being catchy is what's most important now. I'm not complaining though, since i'm pretty sure i wouldn't want to sing to my grandchildren and got packed to an old folks' home the very next day. And i'm not saying those songs are bad, they're just not masterpiece. But hey, we'll never know. Those songs i'm talking about may very well be the lullaby in the future.

Call me weird but somehow, i still feel that Uncle Wahab is around. He hasn't left yet. I guess i've watched too much of Ghost Whisperer that i can't distinguish between fact and fiction now. And i tend to believe that spirits need time to crossover. Okay, i'm pretty sure something is wrong with me.

Woke up this morning and received a sms from my attachment colleagues. Uncle Wahab passed away, just one month after he retired. Feelings at that moment? Shocked, surprised, speechless,sad, numb and a whole lot of emotions mixed together. I just don't know how to feel and react. Maybe i'm in denial, i'm not sure. Uncle Wahab has always been one of my favourite colleague over at Motion Smith. He is the one who would greet everyone with a big smile on the face every morning and ask them how they're doing. Despite his health, he doesn't want to quit, for the passion and loyalty. He has been there ever since the company started back in the 60s, and worked there ever since till one week after his 65th birthday, which is also the legal retirement age. I love how when i go to work every morning, he would have this little competition with me to see who reached the office first, even though every walk he takes is painful due to gout. A 2 minutes walk could take him 10 minutes but his spirit was so strong and determined. I miss how everytime when i'm bored from doing work, i would go and find him and he would tell me so many stories, especially his son and sports. We would discuss about American Idol and almost every day, he would play the CD, which his son recorded for National Day back in the 90s, for us to listen. He would sing along to the songs on Gold 90 fm and i would just sit there and listen. He is very sick but very jovial and optimistic. I can still remember the conversations we had when i went back to the office last month and bought him lunch, a week before he retire. He was telling me so many stories, as usual, and invited me to visit him whenever i'm free. We also discussed his plan after retirement, like the cruise trip he's going to take. It pains to see him suffer back then. But is also pains to know he's gone. I just don't know how to feel. Hope he went peacefully. I'll miss him.

Isn't he so cute in this picture?

My December

It's out y'all! The album that i've been waiting for is finally released, on the same day as the US. Went to Plaza with Yas yesterday to run some errand so i thought i'll go to the CD retail shop and give it a shot. Upon entering the shop, i was browsing through the alphabets for "K" and my eyes immediately beamed with the sight of a very familiar cover with the words, "Kelly Clarkson - My December". Without much hesitation, i grabbed the album and headed for the cashier.

I gave it a listen last night and again this morning and it is simply amazing. If you're looking for songs like those of her previous album, Breakaway, this is definitely not the album for you. This is, in my opinion, so much more better. Like many have said, the artistry in this album is spectacular. I was under the impression that it would be full of angst and hatred and rock judging from the first single, Never Again, but i was proved wrong. The songs are all so diverse and each of them is distinctive in their own way. What set this album apart from the previous two is that all the songs in it are written or co-written by Miss Clarkson herself, which is incredible.

Of course, when you purchase an album, there bound to be a few tracks that standout more than the others. One of my favourite would be the second single, Sober. Something so unique and special about this song is the music. It is so quiet and simple that you would be drawn involuntary to Kelly Clarkson's voice. She sang is so beautifully. The first half of the song was done slowly and clean. And towards the middle-end, the pace slowly picks up with the introduction of the bass and drum, but not overly done to overshadow the singer's voice. It gets more tensed and an expectation of something great forms in the mind and then bam! Out came the belting of the last chorus, which is so haunting and chilling it raises the hair on the back of your neck. B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L.

Another track which i really love would be Irvine, a song she written during the darkest period of her life. The lyrics seems like she is singing all her fears and doubt to the person up there - God. I was laying on my bed last night, before i sleep, and listening to this song. I was so drawn into her voice i got lost in it. No belting and shouting, just a simple melody to showcase her vocals. The song is so sad and haunting yet mesmerizing at the same time. We've never seen this side of Kelly Clarkson and that's what i love about this album. Definitely a collectibles for fans. Every song is really really amazing and Kelly has got impeccable taste when it comes to music.

Reason for the creation of this blog is still unknown, even to myself. It's done at the spur of the moment. If i have to find a reason for myself, i guess it'll be because of the realization that other than my conversations with Yas, Nazi and LeeLian, the frequency of me communicating in English is almost non-existent. By forcing myself to blog, i will at least know that i'm still billingual. English has always been an issue for me, ever since i was young. And coming from a chinese-speaking family, it sure is a struggle. I remember how when i was young, i couldn't even communicate fluently in English. I would have the frequent stammering and pausing to think of the word to use cause i only know the word in my mother tongue. Grades have remained consistently along the borderline and i'm just too lazy to do anything about it. Up till my last two years in fajar, where of course, i met the friends and also realizes the importance of English in today's society. Of course, all these couldn't be done without the help of the friends and a wonderful teacher. I think i've improve but i'm still not there yet. At times, i still struggle to find the right words to use but at least i can converse better with people. There's always room for improvement and advancement. Let's just hope i keep up with this blog and not let it be just another current favourite toy where i'll get bored of it and chuck it aside when a new one comes along.

And moving on, it's just a few days away from the release of the much anticipated album from my idol, Kelly Clarkson! Her third studio album, My December, is set to hit store in the US on 26th June. Since she is now considered an international superstar, i'm sure it won't be long before it's shipped to Singapore. Can't wait to have my own copy!

The day started out with me basically running out of the house because i'm extremely late for my project meeting. Was supposed to meet Joanne at Jurong East MRT station at 10 and at that time, i just only step out of my house. In the end, i've no choice but to take a cab down to meet her. Seriously, i'm the last person who would want to take a cab but i only resort to it due to the stupid situation i put myself into by continue to sleep after the alarm went off. Imagine the pain i felt at my heart and wallet, haha. I still think taking cab is a waste of money, seriously. Anyway, reached River View Hotel at the strike of 11, thank goodness, which is the timeslot we were given. We, alongside two of our other groupmates, were there to conduct an interview with their HR department for our integrated project. I think the people there have this misconception about this whole interview and they take it as though it's some kind of big activity organized by the school and they make the whole thing really formal and grand. We were escorted to this function room where there's five chairs at one end and 6 directly opposite. And they got all the managers involved, all 5 including the General Manager. They even go to the extent of preparing pastries and cakes for us, which unfortunately we didn't get to eat cause the General Manager was too talkative. Hahaha. I know, he is being really informative and helpful but i can't help but keep thinking about the cakes there, especially the mini puff. Hahaha! After an hour plus of briefing regarding almost everything, related and non-related, they brought us to their staff canteen to have lunch together, which is really thoughtful of them. Definitely information overload in this case but i must say, they are really very helpful and contributive. Everything would be perfect if my group doesn't have this fake butt-crack shower in my group who give me attitude for no using my phone to take pictures when the staff there already volunteered to send the pictures taken using his digital camera to us via our email! Throughout the whole interview, he keeps portraying that fake personality which makes me want to stick a finger into my throat to throw up all the roti prata i had for breakfast. And if he doesn't have the need to start a debate session over every little trivia matter, project meeting could end much earlier. For example, he has to insist with another group member that email is formal and this debate session could last forever. Seriously, i don't give a damn on whether email is formal or not. It may be and may be not. Why can't he just focus on the big picture, which is our project? I should just get him a buzzer soon, so that he can ring it everytime he has a desire to object to every thing. I know i sound real mean to him but i seriously don't care, for he give me attitude for absolutely no reason.
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Went home to catch a nap before meeting HuiYing and LiYi in the evening. Dinner with them at Newton Circus. It's been long since i last saw them so it's definitely great to go out with them again. A lot of catching up to update each other with the latest news and i had a fantastic time! Here's what happened during dinner *a story purely for my bored-out-of-mind self, based on my slightly unimaginative imagination*

During dinner, the two girls had a fight on the difference between who should be sitting left and right, which resulted in them not talking to one another. When two friends are not talking, their mind slowly wander off to subject which are really irrelevant.

Upon seeing the situation, being the bored unimaginative me, i offered HuiYing 10 dollars, since she is so angry her shirt got poisoned, as seen in the above picture. This cracks a smile on the missy's face.

While it breaks my heart. There goes my ten dollars. (Again, this is wishful thinking, i ain't that generous).

But it's okay. At least peace is resumed back in Insect-filled land. The end. I know, the story sucks. But i'm too bored, so please ignore it. It's so lame but at least i give it a try, haha. I'm sorry for the usage of Singlish, it's solely for entertainment purposes.

Back to reality. This is the most expensive sugar cane juice i've ever drank. $2 dollars! I know it's not that much actually but most sugar cane juice out there are like, a dollar per cup!

Oyster Egg! The best dish in my opinion, crunchy and tasty and sinful!

Look at that oyster! Juicy and tender and it looks like it's going to explode with the touch of the tongue! But yikes, i hate oyster. The taste is really gross.

Satay! I've been having cravings for it ever since i can't remember when!

BBQ Chicken wings! Slightly over cooked but it's still nice, and oily. We all looked like we had a layer of lip gloss on us after eating this.

The Before. Oh ya, never buy stingray from stall 52! Haha. They serve us a burnt stingray! And their chilli taste like well, a salty sauce, that's all.

The After.

After dinner, it's time for what else but supper! LiYi had cravings for beancurd at Bukit Timah Hawker and therefore, off we go! Was really bloated but i simply can't resist the temptation of breancurd, that sweet white jiggly stuff! Sorry for that weird explanation but i think beancurd are really really nice. Definitely better than chocolates.

Some takeaway for their family and it's home sweet home! I had a great time today. Well, great evening and night, to be specific. There's tons of jokes and laughter and reminiscing of the old times, which makes the dinner extraordinarily enjoyable.

Virgin post for this blog shall be on a very special day - 14 June 2007. A day that celebrates the friendship between four people, which obviously includes me since i'm blogging about it. I don't know whose idea was it to come up with this date but i'm not complaining though! These people have stood by me ever since we became close back in secondary school and i don't know if they know about it but i really thank god for this friendship. Not that i'm implying that they are the only people whose friendship i treasure more compared to others. No. But this entry is about the day that signifies my friendship with the three particular person i'm going to talk about. I'm not a person who really express my affections and emotions in words but i'll give it a try, for i want them to know how much i value this special bond we share. Memories of how i get to be a part of their clique are vague and definitely serve no purpose in remembering it now but that one day we became friends definitely change my life. Everyone knows that life is a roller coaster, full of ups and downs. Taking the ride alone is never fun. You're lonely, terrified and scared out of wits at what's to come. However, having someone, especially three, makes the ride so much better. They're there to hold your hands and calm you down, take your fears away and be your companion throughout the ride. Of course, we've had our shares of bickering and fights but it doesn't matter, for the love we have for each other outweighs the pinch of anger we felt at the moment of heat. I confess, i'm a talker. Expressing my angers and opinions are something i do to destress myself, and they're always willing to hear me out. I haven't said this to them but, they hearing my frequent complaining without judging, means a lot to me. So i want to thank all the three wonderful people i'm talking about - Yas, Nazi and Meow. The simple dinner was great but the company was awesome. I don't mind having celery for dinner as long as it's spend with great company and that day sure is. Alright, enough of those talk cause i can't really be serious for long. I need to puke.

Us! You wouldn't want to know where we took the pictures at.

Nazirah the Great, as how she would like to be addressed. Joker of the group and the person whom i team with to bully Yas. Naive and big hearted, that's what we like about her. She never bear grudges against anyone, which is really respectable though i'm not planning on loving everyone i hate anytime soon. Thoughtful and caring. She never refuse any call for donation when we're out while i, on the other hand, would be the one refusing.

Meow, pet cat of the group. She got so used to the name that no one hardly knows that her name is HuiTing. She's supposed to look dumb but instead, she give that intellectual look, making me the only dumb one. She's my ice-cream sponsor. Everytime i frustrated over something, meet her after school and she'll buy me a 50cents ice cream from McDonald's. The listener of the group and the biggest pushover i've ever seen for she has hardly any temper. Word, HARDLY.

Yas! Brain and mama of the group. Meow is more like sister and Yas is like mother. The caregiver with a very smart brain i must say. She's the Aunt Agony of the group and takes real good care of us with her words of wisdom. I would say that she could be the Singapore version of Oprah or MayLee but nah, Oprah holds too high a place in my heart to be replaced by some unknown chic, haha. And the best thing about her is, she lives at the end of the block! Haha. Alright, that's all i can squeeze out of my brain juice for now. A'dios.