Month: September 2004

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.

Some days, life’s the pits. While I wouldn’t say today was one of those days, I still feel that some days, life’s the pits. Get my drift?

I have the mother of all headaches. Distorted vision. Cock-eyed.

Oh Lordy help me

Landlubbers!

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

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.