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A Joyous Day

2009-12-06T16:13:49Z

Stella's wedding on 5 December 2009.

Aftermath - singaporemarathon

2008-12-08T08:07:35Z

Thank God it's a public holiday today. My old bones need a rest after the Standard Chartered Marathon yesterday. Not that I ran 42km, but 10km is a pretty long distance too. So it's nice lazing around. Getting over the sore muscles, painful blisters before going back to work tomorrow.

The Wedding Singer

2008-11-26T01:09:05Z

The weekend past was mainly marked by an almost-illness and a wedding. Not the most ideal combination, but it almost always happens. It was the wedding of a member of the running group, planned a year ago. At the wedding, I realized for the first time since joining the running group 1.5 years ago, that the running group has (1) a name, (2) a committee and (3) a website. The wedding dinner was particularly rambunctious, at least at our table. We openly rejoiced at extra servings of food, teased each other on little things that only seem funny then, and of course, drawing amused looks from people at other tables. Weddings are happy events, so I think we got that right. The groom had his own special moment. As we informed him yesterday, he is better off running than singing. Even excusing his choice of song (The Wedding Singer's "I want to grow old with you"), and his nerves, it is painfully obvious why he should never step into a karaoke lounge.

Avenue Q

2008-11-06T13:39:19Z

This journal entry is a bit overdue. I watched Avenue Q, the musical, with a friend on Saturday. The matinee show, because the tickets were cheaper. The humour is adult (read: vulgar), which is to be expected. What with songs with titles like "The Internet is for porn". The musical is essentially a puppet show, so I guess audiences tend to be a little more forgiving.

The older folks, like my mum and my friend's mum, cannot believe that we spent about $100 each on the tickets, to watch puppets. Especially when the adverts show the puppets, a la "Sesame Street", which was televised free. Anyway, this could well be my last musical / play / theatre act for a long while yet, the recession is officially here and everyone's more cautious with their spending.

Major news: America just got the first black president. It's so historic, the world all over is talking about it. Even in the coffeeshops in Singapore, some 16,000 miles halfway round the globe, the "Ah Peks" are zealously discussing Obama vs McCain. Different people with different views, but they all say "Why McCain lost, two words 'Sarah Palin'. " All are experts, on hindsight...

First blog ever

2008-10-24T14:07:06Z

So I set up this journal, initially to read some fiction. But I figured, this can be more than just a passport to my favourite story. Unfortunately, IMO, my life is almost as boring as my job title, that being an engineer.
Really, I don't know what I want to do, I was the student who never had a good, exciting answer to "What do you want to do when you grow up?" Being an engineer was a natural course of sorts, I went through school, picking courses that would allow me the widest choice of possible jobs.
Now, when I am about to hit 30, I find that I want to be in music or the arts or something equally passionate. Or at least that's my perception of the arts. But it's my job that pays for all the plays, musicals, drum lessons that I attend. I guess life could be worse.

How do I do on my very first musing?