To dilly-dally is divine.
MOTHER CLAPPER CHEESE PIE!!!!
Alas, after 2.5 years of wondrous magic, it seems my beloved iPod has gone kaput. All 12GB of songs have been erased and not a single trace of love is left. All those months of eagerly uploading and acquiring slightly illegal downloads. Whole days spent arranging songs into intimate playlists. Those hours in random mode, playing hundreds of my favourite tunes. No more.
Argh. This is absolutely heart-wrenching.
Sob.
Alas, after 2.5 years of wondrous magic, it seems my beloved iPod has gone kaput. All 12GB of songs have been erased and not a single trace of love is left. All those months of eagerly uploading and acquiring slightly illegal downloads. Whole days spent arranging songs into intimate playlists. Those hours in random mode, playing hundreds of my favourite tunes. No more.
Argh. This is absolutely heart-wrenching.
Sob.
I've been tagged by Miss Midori so here goes:
Four jobs I've had in my life:
1) Waitress at Hot Stones
2) Video shop assistant (when my dad had no idea and was stunned into silence as he returned an LD to his daughter behind the counter. "Oh," he said.)
3) Call centre person aka "market researcher"
4) Admin assistant
Four movies I could watch over and over again (not to be confused with favourite movies):
1) Finding Nemo
2) Any LOTR movie
3) Any Indiana Jones movie
4) Pretty Woman
Four TV shows I love(d) to watch:
1) Six Feet Under
2) 24
3) Sex And The City
4) Curb Your Enthusiasm
Four places I've lived in:
1) Cairnhill Road
2) Holland Road
3) Sunset Square
4) Briggs Street
Four places I've been on vacation to:
1) Cambodia
2) Vietnam
3) Sri Lanka
4) Japan
Four places I would rather be:
1) Italy
2) Argentina
3) New York
4) Mauritius
Four of my favourite foods:
1) Nasi padang
2) Corned beef cutlets
3) Chicken rice
4) Sugee cake
Four websites I visit daily:
1) Google
2) Gmail
3) Yahoo! Mail
4) Boing Boing
Four tagged:
1) Puck
2) Wy
3) best. miss midori, i also got no more blogger friends
4) paiseh paiseh.
Four jobs I've had in my life:
1) Waitress at Hot Stones
2) Video shop assistant (when my dad had no idea and was stunned into silence as he returned an LD to his daughter behind the counter. "Oh," he said.)
3) Call centre person aka "market researcher"
4) Admin assistant
Four movies I could watch over and over again (not to be confused with favourite movies):
1) Finding Nemo
2) Any LOTR movie
3) Any Indiana Jones movie
4) Pretty Woman
Four TV shows I love(d) to watch:
1) Six Feet Under
2) 24
3) Sex And The City
4) Curb Your Enthusiasm
Four places I've lived in:
1) Cairnhill Road
2) Holland Road
3) Sunset Square
4) Briggs Street
Four places I've been on vacation to:
1) Cambodia
2) Vietnam
3) Sri Lanka
4) Japan
Four places I would rather be:
1) Italy
2) Argentina
3) New York
4) Mauritius
Four of my favourite foods:
1) Nasi padang
2) Corned beef cutlets
3) Chicken rice
4) Sugee cake
Four websites I visit daily:
1) Google
2) Gmail
3) Yahoo! Mail
4) Boing Boing
Four tagged:
1) Puck
2) Wy
3) best. miss midori, i also got no more blogger friends
4) paiseh paiseh.
This is Eugene's kind creation, in reference to my recent brush with SDU. According to the Anime Power Generator, my kawaii power - based on the love/romance, speed and hunting/seeking categories - would be Racing Enchantment Attack.
Actually, I think I will bring a helmet the next time. Quite the conversation starter.
You have got to be kidding me. Above pictures show John Galliano going cardinally loco with his new creations for Dior. The fashion house's press release reads: 'Red is the new libertine ... Dior is the new erotica.'
I'd like to know: Didn't anybody consult Lestat at all??
Just got home after a rigorous session of, yes, speed dating. First time ever, first SDU-sponsored activity ever. It was weird at the start but strangely exhilarating after a bit, kinda like what this 7-tonne bottlenosed whale must be feeling while lost in the Thames.
Truth be told, it was a lot more fun than I expected, except that the dinner wasn't too hot. (Note to SDU people: It's all a wee bit too obvious when serving sausages for dinner at an event for shy, single people. Massive Taiwanese sausage in a bento set (!) some more. Do you cut it with your spoon and chopsticks or do you bite into it while talking to a complete stranger who is looking studiously at how you tackle that piece of meat?)
So basically you get a number then the women sit down at one end of the table while the men do the rounds, kinda like a factory assembly line. You spend three to five minutes talking to each of these 24 strange men. And I do mean strange. Men who stare at the top of your blouse like they've never seen the tops of blouses before. Men who try very, very desperately to collect all the women's handphone numbers into their Palm Pilots. Men who tell you "er, your voice is very low" (which while true doesn't mean you have to say it out loud, dammit). And men who tell you that you can find the biggest peanuts - "as big as your fingers" - in China's Shandong province.
By the way, the average male speed dater is:
- An engineer
- In his late 20s to early 30s
- Bespectacled
- A jogger
So then, you had to keep track of who you thought had potential and write it down. I lost track and in the end, randomly picked a few, a course of action I am sure will be most regrettable later. I've also almost lost my voice because the accoustics were so bad at the restaurant and everyone had to shout to be heard. I kept yelling: "Hah? Say again??" After a while, you tend to zonk out and just go through the motions: "What are you working as? What do you do for fun? How are you finding the event? etc etc"
Which, after a while, made me want to be somebody else, like a rock-star/chef with a penchant for inventing pet toys and discovering new species of beetles. The furthest I got was to lie about how I love to roller-blade in East Coast Park.
I can see why this whole thing might be addictive though. It's the fastest and easiest way for busy, busy people to get to know more busy, busy people. And it's a bloody challenge just coming up with new ways to engage that engineer in the checked shirt in front of you for five minutes.
Epilogue: RIP Whale
Truth be told, it was a lot more fun than I expected, except that the dinner wasn't too hot. (Note to SDU people: It's all a wee bit too obvious when serving sausages for dinner at an event for shy, single people. Massive Taiwanese sausage in a bento set (!) some more. Do you cut it with your spoon and chopsticks or do you bite into it while talking to a complete stranger who is looking studiously at how you tackle that piece of meat?)
So basically you get a number then the women sit down at one end of the table while the men do the rounds, kinda like a factory assembly line. You spend three to five minutes talking to each of these 24 strange men. And I do mean strange. Men who stare at the top of your blouse like they've never seen the tops of blouses before. Men who try very, very desperately to collect all the women's handphone numbers into their Palm Pilots. Men who tell you "er, your voice is very low" (which while true doesn't mean you have to say it out loud, dammit). And men who tell you that you can find the biggest peanuts - "as big as your fingers" - in China's Shandong province.
By the way, the average male speed dater is:
- An engineer
- In his late 20s to early 30s
- Bespectacled
- A jogger
So then, you had to keep track of who you thought had potential and write it down. I lost track and in the end, randomly picked a few, a course of action I am sure will be most regrettable later. I've also almost lost my voice because the accoustics were so bad at the restaurant and everyone had to shout to be heard. I kept yelling: "Hah? Say again??" After a while, you tend to zonk out and just go through the motions: "What are you working as? What do you do for fun? How are you finding the event? etc etc"
Which, after a while, made me want to be somebody else, like a rock-star/chef with a penchant for inventing pet toys and discovering new species of beetles. The furthest I got was to lie about how I love to roller-blade in East Coast Park.
I can see why this whole thing might be addictive though. It's the fastest and easiest way for busy, busy people to get to know more busy, busy people. And it's a bloody challenge just coming up with new ways to engage that engineer in the checked shirt in front of you for five minutes.
Epilogue: RIP Whale
24 is one of the greatest TV series ever; Jack Bauer rules: "Tell me where the bomb is or I'll kill your son!!!"
But seeing our CTU hero in goldi-locks was much too much for a slow Wednesday morning. See fark.com for more modern-day shows in 1970s togs.
But seeing our CTU hero in goldi-locks was much too much for a slow Wednesday morning. See fark.com for more modern-day shows in 1970s togs.
