Pirates of the Caribbean - At World's End
"And then he said, so quietly that only he could have heard it, "I guess I'm going home."
~ The Monarch of the Glen, Neil Gaiman
Slow day. Slow everything.
Gaaaah!!! Can you just stop looking at me funny already??!!!
And you are looking at me funny because...???
A Midsummer Night's Magic
I've always had a soft spot for
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And so ventured I to Fort Canning Park
Last summer night beneath the changeling moon,
To partake with friends of magic and lark -
of lovers, fools and fairies' boon.
'Twas told by rise and fall of archaic tongue:
Love turned and again through most merry night,
Fools are favoured while fairies danced and sung.
But all's well that ends well at the morn's light,
When a night's wrongs have been once more made right,
And weary lovers arise to restored sight.
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I remember when fireworks started to go off for some other celebration during one of the scenes. If not for the
trees that lined the park and thus obstructed the view beyond, it would have been quite a spectacular sight.
But just being away from it all, seated in a park picnic-style as A Midsummer Night's Dream unfolded in the
deepening night and the stars came out, lulled by the lilting speech of a forgotten time and a gentle breeze,
it was simply magical :-) And I with my short attention span, was actually rivetted for those few hours.
My only grouse is the casting for that spirit of mischief, Puck. It didn't feel strong enough for a character
whose folly it was that resulted in the ensuing madness. And that localised (deliberate?) accent was just off, and
a discordant strain in the night.
Still, a lovely evening. So, I'm happy :-)
"Anyone reading the blog knows I sure ain't no religious nut... nuts is more like it. Heh. Heh."
"And if there's a moral there, I don't know what it is, save maybe that we should take our goodbyes whenever
~ The Sandman Volume 5: A Game of You
"What's stopping you from saying yes???"
"...would you consider staying back to assist me?"
"They probably won't give it to me... but you know what? It no longer matters either way..."
"In the third lunar month from 19 April to 18 May 2007, no matter what you do, you must be careful, sincere,
be thorough, see your projects through to completion and keep to your target, and you will bring yourself good.
But you will find progress slow and the going tough - like running on the beach. But you will reach your destination
so do not be anxious. More haste more waste - if you are too impatient, you might cut yourself and not be able to
run. This includes matters of the heart."
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One. Step. At. A. Time.
"Eh to put it bluntly, they seem to think she has outlived her usefulness to them."
"Then why are YOU still here?"
"Eh, can I not answer that question? Heh."
The good thing about not checking your email in the morning before you leave for work (which you had intended
to in case of last minute instructions) is missing yet another one sent to screw you about screwing up yet again. So
when The Master later pulls you aside to talk to you (albeit nicely) about this and other screw-ups, you respond a
little differently than you might have if given knowledge of his earlier online tirade.
Of course, it also helps when you know you have nothing to lose and you no longer care what happens, and you
start to live life a little more dangerously.
The next thing you know, it's all about how much it would take to make you stay (failing which, how much it would
take to 'poach' you).
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"But he likes you."
Hmmm. Now, who's been spreading stories about me...
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I mentioned the retreat and she surprised me with her question - almost rhetorical - whether ___ would be included.
And there was just the slightest stirring in that stillness that I have gotten so used to. Perhaps fatigue and the lack
of sleep in the last few weeks leading up to the big event had brought down the usual defences. Perhaps that keen
sense for fairness that I had a glimpse of in the early days was more deep-seated than I realised, in spite of the
uncomplaining manner and diligence with which she went about every piece of work given to her.
Then you realise all is not as peachy as it seems in the backyard, and why some people have to smile as wide and
laugh as loud as they do - to drown out the murmurings that grow louder.
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"She seems happier these days."
"She thrives on being around people. But look at her eyes...look carefully."
"Well, she does look a little glazed..."
"...and very high."
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I guess having to work through the weekend wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
If I weren't so tired today, I would have laughed out loud at the sight of her eyes almost dropping out.
Sigh. Another burnt weekend.
I am a paid staff. Not a #%^!%&!! volunteer.
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Anyone interested in joining me to feed mosquitoes
What would you do if someone gave you $200?
The Sister was excited about the GST Offset Package and told me that my notification letter had arrived.
"$200 only???"I muttered darkly.
So I went online to claim my credits and promptly
donated everything to the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty
There, I feel much better now.
And I think I shall go hug my dog.
"It's quite a resonant image, those distant, only partially visible solidities, now and again drowned in dreams -
temporarily lost in them."
- The Sandman Volume 5: A Game of You
"I think it's only the women who notice these things. The men don't." (In reference
to a cleavage-baring dress wore at a recent evening function, and in an apparent attempt at
damage control after the teasing.)
It wasn't too long ago that the speaker had made a disparaging remark about another woman
who was asking for it whenever she wears revealing clothes - because she was tempting the
But nowadays, morality is a very subjective thing one lah - subject to WHO is wearing the
Why You Should Watch Where You Stick Your Tongue
Somebody should translate all that into doggy language for Xena the Dog. (See above.)
"Hehe. I was cutting my nails that day and she was licking the floor. One of the clippings got stuck in her tongue
and she couldn't get it out and couldn't hang out her tongue too. So she made that
- The Youngest
PS: Especially when you read health alerts like
My, what pointy ears you have...
Which is yet another strange thing I noticed this evening about
So the weekend do is finally over. And I am now polishing off the remaining third of a rather delicious fruity white
(since I was given the not-unenviable task of bringing back the unfinished/uncorked wine to the office - the next day
of course) earlier savoured by some rather very important people.
Naturally, I am feeling rather most hic-pleased with myself-hic now. Rather.
And god knows I need it after vomitting my entire supply of blood last week because the office Miss Bodoh-wood
(AKA beauty queen wannabe-once-upon-a-time along with other aspiring Miss Bollywoods) has been too wrapped up
in the throes of new lurrrve to use her brain to think for even just 5 minutes - which explains why she has to intercom
me every 5 minutes just to complete each task. As if her usual nonsense isn't already bad enough.
Now to figure out how to wake up for work tomorrow... and fry some gremlim ass.
The doors opened - he stepped through and gave me a long, long, look.
"Vomit more blood."
Can't get this out of my head...
. . . . . .
Into The Light
Today, as I wandered Orchard Road and basked in the late afternoon sun, I looked up into the blue skies and
remembered not too long ago...not too far away...blue skies, fluffy clouds, stunning stretches of turquoise and
I have not forgotten. And for that, I smiled.
So I stayed at home.
I just realised that one of the 163 mostly-strangers
arrived with the following search:
Jaw. Floor. Hit. WTF! Ewww!!!
"Another freaking $%!!?? Blood Star. Beware sharp objects in May and injuries to the face."
Nods sagely at unrecognisable face in mirror.
Let's Go Shopping
The Personal Shopper would be proud of me.
Today, I 'helped' someone part with $690 for a qipao.
As she shuddered at the thought of her mother finding out, I assured her that technically, she would only be $90
short, because the company was sponsoring $600 (well, in a way). Besides,
"it fits your boobs, yeah?"
the fit was perfect and she was definitely hawt in maroon.
Now, to unleash my newfound power on a nice man who would part with $890 to get me that other lovely
pastel green piece.
Haji Lane at night.
All Holidays Should Be Like This
And it was a good, GOOD holiday.*
# Great diving
Lots to see in the rich waters, including my first
thresher shark (love the tail!), my biggest (5 to 6 metres?) - yet -
manta, and very pretty
nudis! And oh yes, CirCe was absolutely
delighted with how a sea cucumber grew and shrank as she
gave it a hand-job held it - until I finned up
and had to smack her hand quite a few times before she would let the poor cucumber go.
# Good food
Unfortunately, not at NO-hot-water-NO-aircon-and-oh-they-forgot-to-mention-NO-good-food
where we stayed. but fortunately, at
one of many other resorts on Malaspascua.
# Lots of laughter
# And loads of screaming fun
When I leapt out of bed with, according to ear-witnesses, a bloodcurdling scream when one of the many "tock-kay"
geckos on the island called out (what sounds like"tock-kay") and it seemed so near that I thought it was hiding in the
handphone pouch on my tummy (nevermind, don't ask). My scream sent one of the girls resting in the verandah
similarly leaping into the air and fleeing onto the beach. And eh, yeah, false alarm. Blush.
# The whaaaaat-moments
"They fit your BOOBS yeah?" An otherwise earnest question (but really funny because the speaker was English)
by the divemaster who was thinking of getting a Zeagle BC for his wife and wanted to know how CirCe found the fit
of her Zena.
# Happening nightlife
CirCe reported feeling my hand smack her back (she was sleeping on her front... FORTUNATELY!) the first night.
And on the second, I felt her arm reach for me and her leg attempt to curl itself around mine, before they retreated
hastily a few seconds later - CirCe recounted the next morning that it was in reaction to several get-off-me-pokes from
me. I blame it on our earlier impromptu massage lesson from
The Stapler Maniac and CirCe who had performance issues unless she was imagining massaging a "good-looking
man". (So I told her to imagine I was a "good-looking man" lah.) But as I assured Circe, it could have been worse -
I could have held on to her leg and NOT LET GO. Heh. Heh. Heh.
# Island life
Sun, sand and sea. Blue fluffy skies. NO-hot-water-NO-aircon-but-otherwise-charming-cottage by the sea.
Watching the several very cute mongrels (possibly of
Weimaraner origin with their light-coloured eyes) play on the beach and doze anywhere and everywhere
without a care in the world. Not having to work...mmm...need I say more?
[ Notwithstanding my anti-tampon rant, which according to the blog tracker, 163 mostly-strangers now know
I-fucking-hate-tampons, thank you LMD. Also in spite of the Mother of all Breakouts from too much sun and the wrong sunblock
(no titanium dioxide). You know the saying: "She has a face that only a mother can love"? Well, even my mum can't
bear to look at my face now. Sniff. ]
And I went back to work with a smile on my face :-)
Malapascua 28 April - 1 May 2007