Who would have thought that I would be able to sustain a blog for 3 years? Not me for sure. Mainly because I thought I’d get bored writing and my family and friends would get bored reading after a while. Lo and behold, that didn’t quite happen 🙂 Well, most likely because we live in a world where it’s easier to keep in touch online, not everyone lives in Singapore anymore and instead of sending emails out to love ones about the same thing, they all just check out my blog.
So after 3 years, it’s still here 🙂
Nope, I’m not some trend setter with hundreds of readers curious to find out what I think and what I’ve been up to. It’s just a simple way for people who actually care about me to stay in touch with my antics. Just the way I like it 🙂
Sure, every now and then when someone I don’t know leaves a nice comment, I’m pleasantly surprised. On the whole, I prefer that it’s people I know and love who read my blog. There’s a part of me that gets a little freaked out that a stranger could possibly know a little too much about me. At the same time, that’s the very same cathartic reason I write so that I may possibly reach out to someone and maybe just maybe, have given them a reason to smile for the day.
So thank you very much to everyone who reads, yes, especially my dear family and friends who check in every now and then, some even on a daily basis. Thank you for keeping this blog alive … more than that thank you for constantly reminding me that there’s so much I can be grateful for.
It’s been a while … … due to a couple of reasons, my parents are back in town … my only real reason to blog is to keep them updated on my life and from no works trips since I came back from India to 3 locations in the next two months :p So that’s what I’ve been busy with, hanging out with my parents and preparing for work trips :p Anyone need anything from Cannes or LA?
Here’s something that is really quite true about women and I couldn’t stop laughing when I read it. My cousin emailed it to me and I’m posting it up especially for all my friends who are guys, you have been warned 😉
(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.
(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.
(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don’t Do It!
(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)
(6) That’s Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That’s okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say you’re welcome. (I want to add in a clause here – This is true, unless she says ‘Thanks a lot’ – that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say ‘you’re welcome’ … that will bring on a ‘whatever’).
(8) Whatever: Is a women’s way of saying FUCK YOU!
(9) Don’t worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking ‘What’s wrong?’ For the woman’s response refer to # 3.
This is a pretty accurate general list. While I don’t use all of them, if you ask my husband, #1 is the one I use the most often 🙂 Guilty as charged … and yes, when I use it I usually want him to just not say a word anymore. I’ve done a couple of others as well but I am trying my very darnest to work on myself and just say things as it is. Each time I want say ‘fine’, I’m trying to take a deep breathe and tell my husband as calmly as I can, “I’m open to the possibility that you are right. For now though, I reckon I am right and all I need right now is you to agree with me and not say anything else.” I’m t.r.y.i.n.g.
In my little world, I’m thinking if only … if only men realise women are the superior gender and bow at our feet and smoother them with kisses when we walk in, the world will have a lot less problems 😉
So you’re wondering if you’ll ever watch a Singapore movie? Ok, ok, you never ever wonder that but for the sake of argument just entertain me for this post and you do want to watch a local Singapore film. Why? Our filmmakers are getting better, thinking of commercial hits rather than inaccessible art house flicks (though nothing wrong with those … mine would probably be the latter too) and although it may not be perfect, it is a mark improvement on what Singapore filmmakers have to offer. That in a nutshell is Blood Ties.
Sure, in my thirty something mind, it’s way too much gore and unneccessary as well but ask someone 10 years younger and they may disagree. Apart from that, it was a very decent story with a twist I quite enjoyed. Pacing could be improved but on the whole, Chai Yee Wei did a great effort for his first time as a feature film director. It is no mean feat and when you manage to pull it as well as he has done. I say, watch the movie and judge for yourself 🙂
It’s been a while since I was taken in by a murder mystery and last weekend, I was. Once again it was by one of my favourite mystery writers, Jeffery Deaver.
About a man hunt for a cult leader that escaped from jail except it really isn’t all about him. That’s the thing I love about Jeffery Deaver, his twists, kinda like Jeffery Archer and Roald Dahl but even more surprising. And with The Sleeping Doll, he had one after another coming at you that I couldn’t put the book down until it was all over :p I was all inspired to reread some of his books but they’re in storage … that’s what happens when you’re in residential limbo.
Your books are in boxes and you’re left wondering if you’ve packed them well enough so that the silverfishes don’t get to them. I miss my books. I had a friend once tell me, I didn’t look like the kind of person who read the books that I read. I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that except I know that my taste in books are about as varied as my taste in music.
I pretty much enjoy something about very genre … maybe except romance … I haven’t read a romance writer I really liked unless you consider Jane Austen romance then yes, I’m into that as well. Of course, I’m a fan of Judy Blume so yes, I am into romance too 🙂 That pretty sums me up, I’m the type who can pretty much find something good in anything, so it doesn’t take much for me to like anything but it takes a lot for me to love something. Even Jeffery Deaver, I love most of his books but aren’t too crazy about the earlier few but pages bound together, for some strange bizarre reason, I really love. That’s why I can spend hours in a library or a bookshop … hey, even the notebook section of a stationery shop can hold my attention.
That’s when I realise what intrigues me about life is potential and anticipation. Hope, that is what rocks my boat and that’s why trailers and movie posters excite me as much as books. My imagination has always been my best friend and what I conjure up in my little head keeps me believing in the real world.