Little Red Corvette – Prince

I guess I should have closed my eyes when you drove me
To the place where your horses run free
‘Cause I felt a little ill when I saw all the pictures
Of the jockeys that were there before me.

Watch a live performance here.

defying gravity in 2010.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been truly slacking hardcore and I’m going slightly mad thinking of all the undone work and the work is really really piling up, I’ve decided to learn how to do front flips and back flips this year. I can do an OK cartwheel so that probably just needs more fine-tuning. The fear of breaking my head while attempting the flips aside, I think flips are very impressive things to do.

Anyway, here are the YouTube videos if you guys wanna join in or can offer some help:

P/S: Have decided not to attempt backflips because there are more breaking-head-while-attempting-backflip videos than instructional videos.

lost my wallet.

I lost my wallet last Friday and words fail to describe how depressed I am. It was somewhere between the bus stop at Fullerton and Victoria Concert Hall where I’m 99% sure I lost it

Firstly, if it was stolen, I’d just like to say that it was so not worth stealing it because SGD$40 is frankly, not a lot of money. Especially if you see it in light of my plight. My IC is going to cost me SGD$300 (the first time it was lost is completely not my fault and has nothing to do with me) not including SGD$16.05 for my matriculation card, SGD$5 for my national library membership and SGD$2+ for my Kinokuniya membership card. I’ve chosen not to replace my GO card because that’s another SGD$5 of hard earned money. In all, it already amounts to three-quarter of a month of giving tuition twice a week.

Instead of stealing my not very expensive but incredibly hard to find wallet (because there is no Oilily store here in Singapore and I don’t think I could ever find it on eBay again and because the print is unique because it is cut differently for every wallet) which you have no use for, you could have attempted to cheat it out of me for instance or any other rich tourist in the area. This is notwithstanding the pain you are causing me – not being able to borrow books from the school library etc etc etc.

Secondly, if I actually dropped it, please let some good Samaritan return it. I will be unimaginably thankful.

Thirdly, yes. I suppose this is all my fault. I’ve misplaced my wallet once before and it was returned to a security desk. Still, it really really sucks.

weekend note.

So today I had really good sex and didn’t get much work done. Which means I got screwed literally and figuratively, in the good and bad way.

Here’s hoping I get some serious work done in the coming hours. And wish me luck in finding my wallet.

How was your Sunday?

With much love,

PY

new year resolutions.

Oh boy, I never make New Year Resolutions. If not, I make really lame ones. But, we’ll give it a shot, yes?

1)  Make the very absolute bestest of my last semester in NUS.

2) Travel. (And, drive SuZ crazy for at least two weeks on foreign soil.)

3) Find and get a job that I will/can love. If not, do a good and meaningful internship/stint overseas and make the best out of it.

4) Tweet less. If not, think five times before tweeting anything.

5) Help the kids improve and expand their grasp of the English language significantly.

6) Have more sex. If not, exercise more.

7) Learn to play and attempt to practice even more new piano music.

8) Read the news regularly and thoughtfully.

9) Write in my moleskine.

10) Save > spend.

Happy 2010.

Well, I’m early and I have no thoughtful reflective blogpost to show for it. Summing up my life in a blogpost has become a relatively painful and somewhat unnecessarily rigorous exercise, especially in and for a public space. PY feels like an intensely private person right now. (Do you touch your privates? It’s pretty nice. *cough*)

Still, this is such a good medium for keeping in touch with everyone and everyone gets the urge now and then to record something in public space for public consumption and social memory. Plus, I know you guys are reading – I have my blogstats.

So, in case I forget, have a good year ahead everyone. Even if time passes and slips through our fingers everyday in this modern, urban life, it’s still nice to wish everyone a good start to a new calender year - the calender year being a modern and rather urban invention as opposed to say, a sense of time shaped by the seasons or intuitive inclination.

Here’s to the thrills and spills.

day of adventure: to fly a kite.

Tingaling and I planned to do it since two weeks ago and finally, the stars aligned and it happened.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Xiao Kai. You’ll never meet a kite with more character. The mischief this kite got up to is just unbelievable. Seriously. It’s a non-living thing with a lived life. (Check out my Twitter for another pic.)

And not forgetting, a picture of Tingaling! My wonderful kite flying partner/co-parent. By the end of the session, we were so pro, we were making fun of the other people who couldn’t get their kites up. Forgive us for the insanity.

My face is so sunburnt and I want to be a kite.

day of shame in light yellow dress.

Before I went out today, I hardly looked in the mirror. Big mistake.

Now, I know why the guy in the library was staring. And, those quick glances I was getting. Not the nice kind, you know. It was the kind that says “er.. ok.”

Black underwear under harsh flourescent lighting shows through very clearly under a light yellow dress.

And my ass looked big. Notwithstanding my face. I die.

’tis the season to be jolly.

It was a fantabulous day so it deserves to be chronicled in some detail.

After Sanah the Saintly and SuZ the Divine (this is SuZ’s idea by the way) finally joined me in liberation, we headed to the Penguin warehouse sale at Expo. We didn’t buy any penguins but we did get some books. SuZ especially couldn’t stop fawning over her haul.

Sadly, we bade goodbye to Sanah after we were done whereupon SuZ and I headed to City Hall for some serious sushi gobbling with Aaron the Spastic and Jane the Best. By the time Jane the Late arrived and in which Aaron got in a lot of bitching about how the children singing the Christmas carols sounded like they were going to explode, we were so freaking hungry that my first sushi gave me a serious.. ahem.. la petite mort. In any case, the eating was good. So good that it is all a happy orgiastic blur to me now with the echo-ey sounds of lusty laughter and the distinct memory of good fun.

With stomachs full to burst, we then proceeded to camwhore outside Esplande by the river after admiring City Hall for a brief spell. SuZ and Aaron have a serious fledgling modelling career ahead of them. The boy is cocksure of his good looks that it is admirable while SuZ just absolutely nails the Lovely Windswept Girl. We had a nice time camwhoring. Can’t say so much for myself because Aaron’s camera tortures me. Said Aaron: “Why are you not posing woman? You are spoiling my camera.”

We ended the night with some lovely aphrodisiac chocolate treats at Max Brenner.

A day and night full to burst with such laughable anecdotes.

‘Tis the season to be jolly.

Whee.

night of fun: jazz @ southbridge.

Jane:  At a certain point, you just can’t raise your CAP anymore.

SuZ: Yea. It gets harder.

PY: *smiles politely*

Jane and SuZ might look innocent combined but really, no. Not at all.

Sooooo much more, I tell you. So much more. But it’s been almost completely erased by my terrible tasting whiskey on the rocks. The shit they served tasted like synthetic liquid or something. Not very nice.

But, there was the Theo Croker guy who came to our table and chatted with us for a bit. He was really cute actually. I wonder why though. Was it the hot company I was with or something else altogether? Might be the former. Heh.

And, in case anyone needed to know: the state capital of Florida is Tallahassee.

I’d love to show you pictures but I’ve spent the last minute trying to crop the only photo I have from Jane’s blog to no avail. I really ruin photos unfortunately.

And, hello to Sasha who nodded at me! Sorry I didn’t see the nod. I’m not an obnoxious ex-intern and I did try to wave back the whole night.

Anyway, lovely company, ok alcohol and ok food. Pretty good music too if I don’t go into the specifics. To another night out!