| 17.2.04 |
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went out pretty early today...
met the gang to celebrate PC's bdae... staked out at some karaoke thingy at delfi orchard... sang the afternoon away... i know i cant sing... but karaoke is made for pple like me ya??? cant-sing-but-like-to-sing kind? but lala and angel can really carry a tune.. when i start earning enough money... i'll send them to US to audition for AI man... and hopefully... salvage wads left of the reputation of us, asians, as prospective singers... realised that its totally different singing along to my winamp... when u cannnot hold the key... u would just mute automatically... then just carry on when u can... but karaoke... nay... many times i just burst out laughing when i go out of tune... better that i stop at what i can do... rather than attempt the impossible and pay for shattered glass windows later... i din give willian hung a run for his money though... oni because i din attempt a dance with my songs... but i really had fun... finding songs that i used to listen alot to... but dont anymore... cantonese songs that i dont understand but nevertheless, totally adore... songs that got me through long and lonely trainings out at sea... humming them to myself when i need something to take my mind off the pain... being totally interested in the hokkien songs... the nursery rhymes... and the lyrics that dont seem to be accurate... but i had great fun laughing with the gang... cracking lame jokes... getting lost in orchard with lala... now i knoe that i'm not such an orchard bai chi... lala's much worse... oh... and also the fact that i'm pretty good at giving pple directions... not including the time when tourists at park mall ask me where is orchard road... that REALLY baffled me... and i had pak thai today at nooch... u know the thai fried noodles with crushed nuts and raw beansprouts... used to eat that alot at surf kitchen... think it was sam's favourite carbo-loader... but it wasnt as yummy as the one in thailand... been talking quite abit to ben k. over icq and sms... abt love, relationships and wat not... and the question of an ideal partner came up... should one have an expectation that one's future spouse should fulfil? looks? height? level of education? fill the shoes of an ex? u know the works... personally i thought it shouldnt be the case... esp not penalising a potential spouse coz of certain stuff he/she has no control of... c'mon... i cant help it i'm born unattractive... or grossly unattractive for that matter... but shouldnt it be like... when you do meet the person you can spend the rest of your life with... it wouldnt matter that the person has oily hair, pimples and looks like mr bean... not that mr bean is not good looking... just that his look has been long associated with comic relief... dont u agree??? though i dont dispute that to some pple... how the person looks is directed related to whether he/she can spend the rest of his/her life with the person... but it doesnt mean that if u're good looking and well educated and all... ur spouse must be that or even better in order to match up ya??? is compatibility of this nature utterly necessary... or like ewan mcgregor said in moulin rouge... "Love is all you need...." i tend to fall in love over the net alot... erm... does 2 count as alot? its not that i'm online this often to look for love ya? i'm not actively, enthusiastically looking for THE ONE... but i find the virtual arena a pretty good place to get to know pple without having to really commit yourself... and with that... u tend to be less reserved... more 'yourself'... who cares abt how u look like... or whether 'your gluteus maximus looks big in these jeans'... but getting to know the raw person... without external influence... was totally in love with tom hanks and meg ryan in 'you've got mail!'... i thought it felt so real... so pretty... so beautiful a story... coz for once... no one cared what ur last name was... (firestone or otherwise...) *starts drooling* or whether u spoke with a stutter... u get to know the person... void of pretense... and who loved you for just, you... but of course... with every boon there's the bane... net (sex) predators lurking in every corner of the internet... the dangers of being too trusting in the virtual world cannot be overlooked... i guess humans just cant help destroying pretty things... okok... i confess to plucking flowers from my primary school garden... *shrugs* PS: concerned readers pls do not be alarmed and start worrying for me... i do not meet pple from the net everyday or something... oni pple who i already know... or pple i spoke to for months or years on end... sex predators usually get too tired and bored by my crap by then... so i'm safe from them... but its not as if i'm of any interest to them anyways... my ugly photo is a great pervert repellant... ----Stef stopped rambling at 23:04 --Link to Post |
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