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This Saturday was simple, I got down to making my specs, had dinner with the bf and watched Ice Age 3.

We had dessert at Canele, because I wanted to eat Macroons. Each is $2.30, they sell it in a box of 6, so we decided to get one small box, and then changed our minds to sit down and eat it in the cafe itself, thinking I could take a couple of pictures of the cute macroons, my camera did some funny act and somehow refused to power up. (By the way, I just bought it from some JC kid about 4 days ago) I panicked and insisted we walk to Sim Lim from Raffles Place to go to the shop and also an excuse to get batteries too. We took 15 minutes to get there walking at lightning speed. Oh, by the way the macroons were great :D

Then later the camera managed to work fine, apparently it’s the battery’s fault. So we walked back, to get the car to head down to PS. While Ice Age 3 is the usual cutesy stuff, well, yeah, just cutesy stuff.

Anyway the bf just got back from Bangkok about 4 days ago, and he insisted he stay away because of the socialy responsible part of him said so. And the last time we were there, I was eyeing this Holga micro camera, really small but a cute novelty item to have around. He surprised me with it and also about 4 fake ralph lauren 3/4 sleeve shirts when I told him just to get me one more. But that’s him always very OTT.

Mini-mau!!! Fake Nici tiger from China that resides on the side of my light brown Domke bag.

 

Anxiously waiting for the “surprise” he brought back from Thailand.

 Hmm, something from Siam Paragon….

 

TADA!!!!!

 

Cute right? 

Yes they’re made in China. And I really mean ORIGINATED. Also known as a toy-camera, the successor later on was the Diana, don’t ask me why it’s named that, I don’t know.

Anyway this holga uses a 25mm film. I don’t know how it does the metering, I’m a little scared of it, but it’s aperture is at f8, and shutter at 1/125. Scary I know, means I can only take in BRIGHT BRIGHT BRIGHT day light with steady hands. The film he got for me is ISO 200. So, I feel a TAD safer, from a ISO 100.

Loading the film, I’m ready to go! yay!

I present to you, my new toy!
The Holga Micro-110

Welcome me at least. Today was my first official full day at work, yesterday was rather interesting with my boss telling me that I could come to work when he wakes up because he's jet lagged and there's no point if I go down to the office and he's not there. So I was supposed to wait for his call, he approximately gave about 11am to 1pmish where he'd call. Somehow, my phone managed to NOT receive all calls, all sms-es that morning, such things only happen to me really... I only realised this when I tried to make a call out and had to turn off and on my phone again, only to be bombarded by 10 over msgs and missed calls. So not such a great day to start the first day of work. But all in all, things are fine, except my eye irritation got worst from indirectly getting sore eyes from someone's kids'. Also met the guy who's production editing suite is at the back of the office. He also happens to know a few people I know, so we had lots to chat about today till everyone else in the office thought we knew each other. In fact, the guy knows my VERY FIRST boss. Such a small world indeed. That company was probably the longest company I've worked for yet, spanning across post A Levels to middle of my freshmen year, also my favourite job to date, and not to mention highest paying too. Who says you can't earn from a part-time job? The irony, sales, something I steer clear away and ward off wearing a string of garlic worn around my neck with a wooden stake in hand.

So things are underway, although I'm a little shy of my work, no, seriously... bare with the as of now, sparse content but we're having tie-ups in the future soooo..... Sign up as a member and stand a chance to win an iPod Shuffle at www.freshgrads.sg

Majority of my life, I've struggled with the whole daily event of sleep. I won't say I have insomia, because I think that's too drastic a word, just the inability to fall asleep at will. It's really this stupid vicious cycle of "thought" that really keeps me awake. When I have nothing to do, I think, randomly about random things, and when I'm busy burdened with work, I think about that too. Previously, my solution to the inability to fall asleep at will, was to fall asleep without will or more like the most inappropriate times. I.E, I'd work out, gym, exercise, run, pump weights to the point of fatigue, where the body has no choice but to take a sometimes uncalled for shut-eye. An embarrasing example was falling asleep at my desk during internship sitting up right.

And since I can't fall asleep, I might as well blog about some celeb gossip. With Transformers 2 being all the rage, and even though I disagree with majority of my friends, I still think the show was terribly disappointing. Thankfully, almost every other movie review page I've read agrees with me, so at least my slightly mangled mind is made up that I still have some strain of taste in movies.

Anyhoooo... I am a big fan of Shia LaBeouf and Megan Fox, and rumors, has it that they may be an item,
How can you not wish they weren't something in real life? Even if it is a publicity stunt...

And of course the news is dominated by MJ stuff, like how his children are biologically actually his dermatologist's, icdky, his children were actually surrogate and not of his genes. Then there's his will which excludes MJ's dad. Almost every other entertainment news is about MJ, even at the MTV website, all the recommended picks for music videos are MJ's old stuff.

i came here to make you dance tonight
i don't care about my guilty pleasure for you
shut up cause we won't stop
and we're getting down till the sun's coming up

 

Tomorrow is my first day at work. Deciding that spending the supposed last day of my freedom well, was indeed, well spent. Doing my favourite things, sitting at the neighbourhood coffee shop sipping on home made lemon tea while watching the changing expressions the hearts of secondary school couples flutter, the office workers with their ringing cell phones and constant wiping of perspiration from the immense heat.

Then was for the evening of rowing and the sunset, and the notable mention of an eye candy or dos.

I decided to follow Fish’s advice to come out more. I’ve been hurdled up in my house for 2 months doing almost complete next to nothing worth mentioning except my daily routine of an hour or so run or my sadly reduced number of laps of swim to 20.

I sold off the 1D MKII.

New beginnings, 50D, 40D? 15.1mp vs 10.1mp, LCD of 92k dots vs 23k dots. $400 difference. Decisions, decisions.

 

If you’re not willing to act stupid, you’re not ready to be in love.

A comforting thought at least.

My favourite photo of Sunday's little adventure.

Photo heavy, so for your enjoyment…nice to have a good day taking random shots of things, and for once something new. I never visited haji lane before, yes, I have been pretty much a hermit. Today we walked from City Hall to Peninsular Plaza, to Sim Lim Square to Bugis Junction to Bras Besar to City Hall to Esplanade to the SIngapore Flyer.

And today’s mission was really Pies. Or at least for me to find an apple pie. Which took something like me saying “I think this shop sells pies” like everytime we passed a shop that hinted the even slightest possibility of food.

So we first went to to hunt for some camera stuff, but it seemed like all the reputable shops in city hall area were closed on a Sunday, and then we headed to my favourite and highly recommended Orient Photo at Sim Lim. In my two years of so since picking up this hobby, OP has the best service, nicest people and they don’t kah people, when I mean people, I mean me. The prices are always around the expected range and most of the time, one of the better bargains. Unlike our earlier experience at Funan, which made us want to huff and puff his little ol’ shop down.

Some shots with my 24-105mm, some with 50mm f1.8, and by far, still my all time favourite lens even though it’s like 10 times cheaper than the former. And i really mean 10 times cheaper, in fact more.

 

 

 

 

And presenting my photo buddy of the day, and also one of my long time friends!

Since I haven’t been out in ages, met up with Seng to go take a couple of photos and also see Steve McCurry’s Exhibition at the ACM. Sadly, I thought I’d see some new stuff, but most of it, I’ve already seen before. Oh well, I guess it was a good excuse to get out of the house anyway.

Been watching Pushing Daisies again, and watching it makes me feel like going out to buy a pie to eat or something. One of my favourite TV series, too bad they canceled it after 2 seasons. The script is so original and humorous, its like fueling my dying brain from lack of activity.

Don't you hate it when things just build up and build up and build up, then it's too much to handle? It's like procrastination, but you're unaware of it.

I was always very contented with the fact that I've got good posture and a very straight spine, and little back problems even though canoeing supposed to sort of kill your lower back.

But because the rest of my spine is as flexible as it is, "believe the physio", another part of your spine has to compensate. From the once a year tribute to back aches, sleeping on the hard cold floor resulted in pains that easily triumph any cramp or shoulder dislocation. While it rocks to have your own personal physio, it also hurts as hell to get my lower back loosened up. The past week has been sleepless with me ravaging through the house to find deep heat in the wee hours of the morning, and I finally decided I needed to do something about the pain.

The awesome part about the massage is that he actually moves the individual vertebrae (I kid you not) in the spinal column. It doesn't hurt unless you have a problem there. It's like how when you have an injury, say your wrist (which I do, that I almost totally forgot about until about 2 weeks ago) he can move all the individual joints within it's socket and the feeling is kinda freaky, and where it hurts is where you've had an injury before.

Collecting my grad gown later :D

Like finally, the epitome of maleness is back with macho hunky-dory muscle bound guys are starting to be the leads in movies. With of course, the all time favourite of  Hugh Jackman...



I know I just watched Transformers about 18 hours ago, but I shall refrain from commenting because well, oh well, go watch it yourself before I be a spoiler.

But back to hunky men making the new drool worthy trend, Eric Bana in the upcoming Time Traveler's Wife...Where art thou thy Henry DeTamble...


And even with action movies aside, Gerard Butler's another awesome example of the not so new wave of hot male leads :D

Conquer Asia.... ok, not in the sense that I'll invade with pitch forks and guns. So far I've been to at least one state or part of the following...

India,
South Korea,
China,
Malaysia,
Thailand,
Indonesia,

And I want to go to..
North Korea, top of my list
Vietnam,
Laos,
Myanmar,
Cambodia

And my aim by end of this year is to get at least a basic open water diving license.
And MAYBE sign up for driving lessons.

Somewhere in Sydney….

Over looking his kingdom…

 

And someone's naked leg...

I found this rather amusing…. hahaha…lobohias, pls respond.

Street Fighter 4 the graphics are amazing, and just before signing the contract for my employment, yes I’ve got a job, although my mom said…”you only have a week of freedom left, or maybe 2 yrs of it”…well put indeed. my future job location is 10 minutes bus ride away, and when they move to the new location, a 10 minute WALK away. awesomest.

 

So back to walking around with the BF before he sent me over, we were at Bishan, and checking out the crazy good graphics of Street Fighter IV, and well, I told him he looks like Rufus….even Ken is afraid…wahahahaha

 

Of course JH didn’t find much humour in it at all….

 

The weather’s finally letting up with alternate rain and sunshine now and then. I realised how boring life will become and has become after school. The death of the social life, and also days where you wake up before sunrise, and reach home after sunset. Kinda reminds me of school actually, not university, more like secondary and primary, where your only sensible looking wardrobe consisted of a blue pinafoe and canvass white shoes. Back then, the most trendy accessory was a Outdoor backpack with nothing but your fulscap and pencil box in it.

I’ve been swimming everyday for the last 3 days, because the 115kg bf commented I’m getting fat, and when someone that size dares to comment on such touchy issues, usually there’s much truth behind that, and when i complained to my mother about it, her response was, “That’s because you sit around everyday doing nothing”. So the statements, hard as it is to swallow, I decided since I’m lazy as hell to run around my neighbourhood because it seriously just sucks to run here, swimming seemed like a very canoeing-like-alternative.

Anyway to cool items now present in my humble abode, and being psycho-ed to outdo his younger sister, I present the Razer Barracuda. Detachable mic, and sadly way better than mine, and more annoyingly, my brother does not appreciate good sound systems.

So this is the big boss man's new-old old-new toy. It's an old BMW 320series! Yes the highly enticipated is finally here. After about a 2 month long debate over what car to get and not. He actually ordered a KIA but after getting his acceptance letter, he decided to go for a 2nd hand car instead since he won't be around most of next year.

Every now and then, I ponder on the meaning of life. Studying astronomy made me feel small, like suddenly not scoring well on a test didn't seem to matter that much anymore. What I meant to say is that, there must be some form of reason to eat, live, breathe. Are we all but pawns? Like maybe not every single person has a greater calling, say like, I don't know, something random, Abraham Lincoln, to abolish slavery? We're not all Lincolns or Mandelas, maybe we're all just here to serve one purpose, as small as maybe to walk past a certain place at a certain time in a certain manner to who knows what, inspire some random influential author who would change humanity, like how's Gallileo changed the very way we gazed upon the night sky.  They always say that there is meaning to life, but maybe, it's more like what's the meaning of our lives? Are we nurtured, groomed and packaged for just one tiny moment in the 14billion years of the universe's existence? Or are we just colleteral damage for a greater caused, convinced that our lives have such an awesome influence in the world's history?

Can you imagine, I got all this from just playing Sims this evening. It's a never ending cycle. You create some Sim as a child or teen or adult, fufil it's life's wishes, then move on to the next character and hope for it to procreate so that you'll have another Sim to command. That's just a computer game.

I've always pondered, what's my greater cause to the world? Is the meaning of our lives simply to live out to a monthly pay check, pursueing our own ambitions, or is there really no meaning to life itself, but a repetitive cycle to advance society and be the tiny building blocks, essential but replacable?

It is impossible to play L4D without sound. Yday I met the evil twin who's home from his voyage to the land where they smoke weed freely, we decided to go play and zomg, I'm too used to even hearing which side the zombies are coming from. Kudos to awesome headphones.

So from now on, I'm going to play online at home. At least I can go toilet whenever I want, wear whatever I want and if I dont want to play, I can quit whenever I want.

Ever since I dislocated my arm, I've not gone back to riding lessons. Firstly, I had to let my arm heal, and secondly, the accident never really hit me. When I was sitting there waiting for the ambulance and even a few days after, I was more annoyed that I could have cleared the lesson that day then the fact my dangling left shoulder needed to be popped back into it's socket.

So the days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months. And somewhere along the line, I had a slight phobia of going back to ride. As pussy as it sounds, I really was quite afraid to go back because of firstly falling and secondly, getting my shoulder popped out or worst. The dislocation was my very first REAL injury, asI've always been very cautious in whatever sport I've done or the activities I do.

Last night, I decided to get out of this rut I've been in for the past month and do something a little more exciting. I hadn't ridden in 6 months, but I managed to pluck up my courage, book the lesson and the next thing was to make it down for the lesson at 8:15am.

I guess i was afraid that I wouldn't know how to start the bike, change gear, signal, do conering, figure 8, but it all came back slowly. Except, I think the worst is my ability to have lane discipline. And it's probably the most important. I kept forgetting to check back and which lane to NOT go onto. Interestingly, the places that I fell were all new places and today, I must say I'm more hum than ever. I can't believe that I can't maneuver the bike without being afraid it will come crashing down on one of my legs.

Today's mini attempt at pushing myself showed me two things. I probably won't continue to get a license, and secondly, that I need to wake up and push myself. It's been rather depressing at home, and I only wish I could shout out my lungs and scream away my anger and fustration. Home is not where the heart is, and it has always been my dream to move out once I've secured a full-time job, and let me tell you this dream of mine has deep roots, I think about 15 years in the making. Sometimes I wonder if this is God's horrible lesson for me. To put me through this and somehow ensuring I'll stay glued to this pseudo family I have. I cannot even describe how much hate and resentment that is deep-setted in my heart and mind. The way my throat shrinks and my tongue feels like it's going to choke me breathless.

To use vulgarities to taunt and sneer would even been too honourable.