| Wednesday, January 25, 2006 |
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| qing 1/25/2006 09:52:00 PM |
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You know its true love 
when, fifteen minutes into the concert, you feel overwhelmed, you can't stop smiling, and you start crying for no particular reason. |
| qing 1/25/2006 05:59:00 PM |
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I can die a Happy Woman Now + Teenage Fantasy Came True (dual-hapiness combo entry) Yesterday I went for my once-in-this-lifetime, super fucking worthit concert. Now for the blow-by-blow account of the concert! I'm going to add happy words after each paragraph. Melissa, Haiqi and I trooped down to the venue the way happy troopers do, and settled down quite happily into our seats. The dot was three rows behind us. Then ushers hovered around us claiming that there were duplicate tickets issued, so the single best thing happened to me in terms of Sistic love last night - I got bumped down to the $160 section (we were in the $125s) ! We had even greater new seats and got really close to the stage, which means I get to take awesome videos. Love! Once the crowd got going and the Boys came on stage, it was a massive bloob of teenage love mush in the Indoor Stadium. I didn't sit at all throughout the concert, so by the end of the concert my knees were buckling. Excellent! Okay, one whole paragraph about their ENERGY. There were no fancy costume changes, no jumping out of coffins, no Larger than Life crazy choreographing, but! but but but but but but not one person was seated at all. Its also the first time I was in an audience where everyone around me knew every song, even two puny six year old kids standing on the railings in front of me. Fucking SexY! *scream!* The dancing! Super smooth, and they made it look so easy! You know how you see dance people and then even though it looks very good you know they're damn tired and achey during their performance? None of that from them. Its like they sang and then when they felt like it they danced, except that all of them are in sync and spontaneously danced the same thing. LAWL. Nick Carter got so fat, he "looked like a pig dancing and his tummy bounced in rhythm to the music" (said I during the concert), but I still love it and he's still amazing on stage. Awesome! The exit: No repeated encore, they just did their stuff and then came back for one last song (Backstreet's Back). Then when we were getting out of the venue we saw six motorbikes (angmoh drivers), and three crazy Merc vans with the boys inside. Cool la ok. Even chinese superstars also don't have growling bikes to open the road for them one ok. SHUAI! I can't explain already la. I'm tired. I just love them okay, they were on repeat when I first spoke to the boyfriend on the phone in 1998 and they're STILL on repeat in the Chariot now. 'Nuff said. If you are in physical contact with me please ask me to show you my BSB videos. :D
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| qing 1/25/2006 09:54:00 AM |
| Monday, January 23, 2006 |
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Mewzik I spent my week unwittingly living out my loves from a decade ago. From thumbing through the vast collection of children literature living in my store, to turning the pages of adolescent diaries written about absolutely nothing in particular, to re-watching my 1996 Long Vacation VCDs (one of Kimura's best works), to the Backstreet Boys concert tomorrow, my life is almost rewinding in front of my eyes. Then I did the unthinkable. I lifted the black lid and touched the keys, flipped open my Long Vacation scorebook, and played my retro, beloved, silent, neglected Kawai piano for the first time in two years - and it never felt better. I'm rusty, no doubt, but I can still play whatever the hell I want. I never thought I'd feel this way about piano, but I think I can only feel this comfortable with the instrument only after I've made peace with my phobia of piano examinations. I can play all the scores in the whole wide world now and never worry about facing another piano examiner, all the Santa Claus looking ones or the Beck looking ones. Or the Fatboy Slim ones. Or the Moby ones. Or the Professor McGonagall types. Yes I think I can move on in terms of my pianoplaying future now, especially since I've dug up my old music pieces. This feels too surreal and empowering for a Monday morning.
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| qing 1/23/2006 10:45:00 AM |
| Sunday, January 22, 2006 |
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Chinese New Year? Its not even here yet and I'm tired already. The wors(t) things I hate about the whole Chinese New Year affair would have to be a) the spring cleaning ordeal b) incessant chinese new year songs in shops I can't decide which one is worst. Spring Cleaning gets my undies in a twist and my mood on fluctuation, and chinese new year songs just make me want to bite someone's head off (hopefully someone very unpleasant and a pest to society). Ah well. All for tradition. |
| qing 1/22/2006 11:07:00 PM |
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Nice Try So this week, my friendosphere has been rocky. But it simply cements my wealth of knowledge when it comes to such issues, and I'm going to share my [possibly] limited view on friendship conflicts. I'm NOT targeting any particular person here, too much is happening among different groups of friends. Even I'm confused. Secondary school people, JC people, uni people, all in varying degrees. [Just in case you're mistaken, Lishie, this is not about you mmkay? Dropping a class is a tiny issue and lawlie love still goes around.] So people, just take a breather and see if you're aware of what I'm going to point out. Maybe we all should do well to remember these: Lesson 1: Speak when you should It just isn't wise to keep quiet when you know people will be affected. They can keep mum, but it may worsen the matter. Unless that person is me, because I'm weird and once things are said it can no longer be clarified / taken back. But things go on as usual here in the Queendom of Q. Lesson 2: Do not speak now when you did not, earlier. When you should have clarified, but didn't, the window period is simply over. The matter is closed, and maybe its just best to all move on and try to make the best out of what we have left. I'm certain that with time, we can all reach this superb level of pretense that things might just seem normal again. Lesson 3: Its all about timing [Derived from #1 & #2] If the time has passed, nothing you do will help. The time period is always up to the individual, but trust me, you're critically judged by each person on the timeframe given. Lesson 4: We all learn from this. Perhaps things will never go back to the way it was, but isn't it the best for everyone now that we all learn more about each other? At least you know who to trust and who not to, and who you get along better with. And even, when it comes down to the crunch, who will stand by your side. Always. I happen to think that the friends who stand by you are the ones worthy enough to keep. Because it is these people who will see things from your point of view, and understand what you go through. Unless they're evil manipulators just out to be on your favor, of which I am not susceptible to since i'm such a great judge of character. Lesson 5: Never let anyone be your mouthpiece This is simple to explain: If you can't even speak for yourself, who will ever bother listening to you again? My personal lesson this week, is that sometimes when the situation gets seriously out of hand, it gets fucking amusing. And people will go on and on doing whatever the fuck they want to do, so I'm just sitting and watching, and laughing to myself.
Nice try, by the way, to rock our boat again. |
| qing 1/22/2006 12:21:00 PM |
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| people watching. crazed pop fan. wordplay makes me happy. love rainbows. bad with tiling mahjong. has nice nails, shoes, earrings, bags and jade bracelets, always. |
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Definitely Maybe - Oasis. Singles - Suede. The Hits - Backstreet Boys November's Chopin - Jay Chou |
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The Girls Fashion Nation anne dot frinn janice kinkynomad oil Popagandhi qiuyi rich bitch W wurh xiaxue |
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| Mileage |
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Jog: 18km Cycle: 15km Swim: 10 laps |
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