See you, Broadie

The only one thing I hate about having pets is having to say goodbye. That sucks big time. I met Broadie in 2002, he was living in a beautiful home along Campbell Avenue in Port Coquitlam, BC, Canada. He was already 9 years old then but still bounced around like a puppy. He was my husband’s family dog and yesterday we had to say goodbye to him. At 15 years old (that’s like 105 human years!!!), while the spirit was strong, his physical body could not make the same fight and they had to make the painful decision no pet owner ever wants to make 😦

broadie just waking up

So long dear Broadie, I hope Patches, Snowball and the rest are showing you around in puppy heaven. Till we meet again, we’ll be thinking of you πŸ™‚

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Oscar

It’s Oscar fever time and this year it happened on my birthday … US time that is, so if I was living in the US I would have had an Oscar theme party but since I don’t, I was catching bits of it, in the office on the 25th of February, a Monday morning that clearly should have been spent at home.

And I didn’t win the office Oscar pool again.

Note to self: pick what I reckon the Academy would want to win and not what I want to win.

All in all I much prefer this year’s winners to last year’s, my only beef is sound mixing and editing. I’m trying to figure out if good sound editing and mixing is:-

  1. so realistic you don’t notice it
    OR
  2. so convincing that you believe transforming robots exist

where the former refers to the Bourne Ultimatum and the latter Transformers. If you can’t tell by now, I was gunning for Transformers but I do recognise it is much tougher to do the former rather than the latter. Oh well … I’ll remember my note for next year’s Oscars … …

Steve Jobs and me

What am I talking about, me and Steve Jobs in the same line? He’s responsible for two of my favourite companies in the world, Pixar and Apple; while I’m still trying to figure out who I am. I’m Singaporean and he’s from the US. There IS something we share in common though, our birthdays πŸ™‚

So Happy Birthday Mr Jobs!!!

I didn’t necessarily go down your route in life but I’m happy with my lot, thanks to my dear friends, family and an amazingly sweet husband who made turning 23 33 a blast πŸ™‚

Oh yah, to the rest of you Feb 24ers, you know who you are, it’s a great day to be born, pleasure to be sharing it with you guys too especially Nig and Linli. Happy Birthday y’all!!!!

69

Before you start thinking I’m going to comment on the Kamasutra, it’s actually a book that I thoroughly enjoyed and just finished reading – 69 by Ryu Murakami. It’s a really fun commentary of a couple of 17 year old boys living it up in the year 1969. Who would have thought that a couple of Japanese teenagers were being affected by the Vietnam war, were reading Beat poets, inspired by revolutionaries and wanted “to change life before life changes them”?

cover of 69

Sounds pretty much close to my 1992 when I turned 17 except it was the Gulf war instead of the Vietnam war, Beat was still in fashion and I was equally moved by Kerouac and Che, dreaming up principles to stand for … idealistic youthful exuberance at its best πŸ™‚ So the book brought back good memories and let me into a side of Japan I never knew existed.

I can’t to go there in March!!!

No Country for Old Men

The latest thriller from the Coen brothers and not unlike their previous projects, it is a commentary about a part of the US no one usually thinks about. The year is 1980 and set in the state of Texas, close to the Mexican border where drug runs go crazy and one man finds a suitcase of cash only to be chased down like a helpless prey.

the predatorthe prey

It has been a really long time since I watched a whole feature film that does not use music of any kind, which gave the film a very indie feel to it. Technically it is kinda an indie film by Hollywood standards but with a US$25m budget, it isn’t quite Singapore indie standard. So needless to say, I was impressed that ambient sound could keep you at the edge of your seat too.

Javier Bardem was pretty amazing as the brutal and accurate hitman. He is much cuter in person, I nearly didn’t recognise him with the distant craze look he maintained through out the film. Josh Brolin is looking more and more like his Dad, and a much better actor too. Then there was Tommy Lee Jones as the ultimate small town sheriff who kinda puts everything into perspective.

the sheriff

However, I left the cinema a little bewildered … I think I missed something and I’m not quite sure what to make of the ending.Β  You know how you feel when you’re real hungry and you go into your favourite restaurant only to be fed with something less than usual.Β  Yah, so despite some cool directorial calls and near impeccable acting, I was unsatisfied to say the least.Β  For that, it isn’t one I’ll recommend unless you’re a big Coen brothers fan.Β  I am going to check out the book though πŸ˜‰

The West Wing

In 1999, I was completely enthralled with the The West Wing and in awe of Aaron Sorkin. Stories that provoked my idealistic mind and a cinematic visual style that excited my creative appetite. I followed the seasons through the years and in my humble opinion, it is one of the best drama series around. So you can imagine my excitement when my parents came home from Perth with the DVD collection of The West Wing.

cast

I did have other plans this weekend, chill by the pool, pay bills (a chore I have to do every other weekend), catch up on work emails, try a new cake recipe but all of that, even the cheque writing chore gave way to season 1 of the Bartlet administration. I’m happy to report that the DVD is as good as catching it on air the first time round. The tight script still amazes me and I’m hopeful that one day I’ll get to work on such a high quality project.

On another note, if my dream is anything to go by, this may be the only way my hope for a democratic administration can happen – fictionally.

Brunch + Shopping = Simple Days

Nis, Gen, Shob and I met in 1999 where we all worked on a children’s program for Channel 8. Yes, you’re reading right, Channel 8. It was a Chinese program. Let’s not forget Shob is Indian, Nis is Arab, Gen’s sorta Eurasian (from her Mum’s side) and well, I’m Chinese but I distinctly remember bringing home a Chinese paper where I scored something like 4/120. So the project was a hoot to work on and if you ask our Taiwanese director, AJ (short for 阿杰) he’ll tell you why in the beginning he was extremely frustrated with our Executive Producer for building such a team but alls well that ends well. The four of us have been firm friends since then, it seems difficult to imagine that was 9 years ago.

Deciding to have a taitai day in celebration that Shob’s homecoming, we went to PS Cafe a couple of weekends ago for brunch and shopped around Haji Lane πŸ™‚

PS

When it first opened, my friends and I loved the food, ambience and the fact that not much people went there. Over night, PS Cafe became one of Singapore’s premiΓ¨re poser places to hang out, one that has two sittings for dinner (what’s up with that?) and needless to say, it isn’t one of our favourite places any more. The food isn’t as good as it was before but I have to say the surrounding greenery does make it a pretty nice area to just chill.

NisGenShobMe

Like I always reckon, it’s the company that counts πŸ™‚ Here we are looking as happy as punch while we caught up with our respective lives and made fun on the different situations we’re all in. The mint tea is still pretty good but these days I’m rooting for the one from Cafe le Caire along Arab Street. I had their vegetarian curry which is one of those fusion sort … not bad but a tad expensive, if you asked me. After nicely taking in our brunch and waiting for the rain to stop, we headed to Haji Lane for dress shopping!!

after psat haji

 

All in all it was a sweet and simple day of hanging out … things that make life worth while, I reckon πŸ™‚ With Shob’s leaving for London tonight and it’ll be a while before we get to do this again … I hope you don’t mind while I just ponder on friendships I’m grateful to have πŸ™‚