Mid-year Resolution

1. Be nice. No bearing of fangs or swiping the cat claws off people's faces. 

1a. And that applies to sarcasm as well.

Awww..really?

Yes. Really.

No fun ;(

2. Keep your cool. The universe is a boomerang; let those people (who deserve the cat claws treatment) get smacked in their face with the filth they spurted.

3. Do or do not. There is no try. 

And hopefully these will tide me over in one piece till end of 2012.

(I know..it's cheesy to quote movie lines. Anyway is it only me who think that the good parts are part 4 onwards, i.e the older parts? It just feels different with computer graphics. I can do with a movie marathon someday) 

Peter, Bjorn & John - Young Folks

Dammit..song was stuck in my head the whole day.

Underground New York Public Library

It has been a while since I have been reading, and this blog kinda made me miss that feeling of immersing in another dimension for a breather.

Although the statement "You can't judge a book by its cover" may/may not be totally applicable in this case..if you read the blog you would get what I mean.

Compared to the New York Underground, I think very much less people actually read on the train in Singapore (or at least from what I noticed during my daily commute). If reading/watching anything, it would more likely be a smartphone or a tablet, playing games or watching movies/shows (I'm equally guilty as well, but then again, it's Season 2 of Games of the Throne! I can't continue with book 5 thinking about how HBO would dramatise book 2!). Perhaps Singaporeans are just not into reading, and I wonder what that suggest as to our national psyche.

That aside, though is a fact, it's still amazing at how many different titles and genre that  people are reading, which somehow reflect a little on the inner realm of the person holding that book at that particular time. And that is really that "something" about a dog-eared book, which you know would have passed through many hands and nourished many minds.

That's just sentimental I know, not that I regret my e-reader now, but reading the blog really calls out to  that desire to grab a good well-used real book submerged by all the techie gizmos, and getting lost amongst the yellowed pages once again.

Taare Zareen Par (Stars on Earth)

It started with one Shah Rukh Khan's movie (Chak De! India), then I chanced upon Taare Zareen Par. The story is simple enough - about a dyslexic boy, misunderstood by the world and seemingly going to be pushed off the edge, if not for a teacher who came in and literally changed his life.  But the story was made so much richer by the songs (what's an Indian show without the song and dance??) and graphics to depict the imaginative world in the little boy's head.

(The so-called official trailer doesn't do the movie justice)

I think I'm hooked on this new movie genre already.

If I can't go to West End this year..

might this just be a good enough substitute?

Maybe not..but got Hugh Jackman as Jean Valjean you know...

Ramblings on a hot day

Walking out nowadays was akin to walking into a sauna.

I was beading sweats in between home-bus stop-bus-MRT-office (during which I was muttering some made-up-on-the-spot mantra to ignore the thick muggy air, which I swear was swirling like hot soup around me as I wade through). Though the air conditioning in the bus and office provide literally a breath of (cool) fresh air, I can only wonder how many times I can alternate between the two extreme  temperatures before my body finally crumble from the freeze-thaw (or stew?) action.

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今天午餐时间去探了队友 莲。

莲星期天打乙组联赛的时候，被对手的棍打裂了牙齿上排的两棵门牙，打歪了下排的三棵牙。奇妙的是被棍打到的时候，尽然没觉得痛，只感觉到撞击力，还继续打了十分钟，才舔到血发现到不对劲，换了下来给看了下，才发现到原来事态严重。连被哪个王八蛋球员打的都不知道。

过后去了急症室，过后连续两天复诊，取出其中一颗牙的神经，还要再等一个月后才能种牙。

我看她，口齿不清，麻醉药退后辛苦的喝着粥，心里不尽一阵酸。自己同天被鲁莽又耍小手段的对手打着头肿起来的那个胞还在隐隐作痛。想起硬朗的外公就是因为撞伤头而过世的，心有余悸。

在莲家吃午饭时，筠 感慨说了，我们反应慢了，在场上没法对粗莽的对手反应过来保护自己。加上体力身体不能负荷运动量，膝盖腰际拉伤的拉伤，浮肿的浮肿。一班小球员也娇贵的很，不能说讲，都不象以前我们小时候了。

就罢了吧，明年可能就别打了吧我们。

不尽有点伤感，还不知道为了什么。可能是生命的这一章就这样告一段落了吗？


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Note to self - I will bring out a fan to at least move the air a little around me. I really can't stand beading sweats in office wear. Or maybe, I should be trading the attire for something else.