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No, it don’t breakeven

The past few days have been really, really rough but I am riding it out. Please don’t tell me to think positive, to appreciate what I have in life – I know all that. Sometimes, when you are free falling, you just got to hit rock bottom before you are able to claw your way back up into the fresh air.

I’m fine. I will be fine.

In the meantime, there are little milestones that I am looking forward to. For starters, there’s the The Script concert tonight at Fort Canning Park with Hucks, whom I haven’t seen in almost a year!

You can bet your bottom dollar that I’ll be playing these songs on repeat mode today until Hucksy picks me up. I’m so excited, I can’t wait!

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinkin maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet
And you’ll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
So I’m not moving, I’m not moving

What am I supposed to do
When the best part of me was always you and
What am I supposed to say
When I’m all choked up and you’re okay

You won’t find faith or hope down a telescope
You won’t find heart and soul in the stars
You can break everything down to the chemicals
But you can’t explain a love like ours

Arts & Entertainment, The organised chaos

Have a little faith

I believe in God – I just don’t share the same beliefs as organized religions.

For someone like me who is battling a medical challenge, the going can get really tough. Every time the needle pierces the skin, every time the cramps set in, every time I get poked and prodded. These little things add up.

Sometimes I wonder if I’d feel happier or more relieved if I belonged to a religious group. You know, the whole ‘someone to share your load’ thinking. Prayers can work miracles and maybe, just maybe, they can work on us too?

But then, it’s not as if I don’t believe in God, a presence great than we can ever imagine. I look up into the sky and ask for some help and guidance too. It’s just that I believe there is one God for everyone, that the God that you look up to is the same as his, and his, and hers, even if you profess to be of a different religion. The difference lies in how we interpret Him.

Because ultimately, don’t all religions preach the same set of values? We need to be kind, to do no evil, to be tolerant, to have compassion, to love etc.

Maybe I should call myself a humanitarian instead.

I picked up a book one day at Books Kinokuniya. It was on sale and I hadn’t bought a book in a while. But the title drew my attention at a time when I needed a little positivity and hope in my life: it was the Friday before my surgery.

It was Mitch Albom’s Have A Little Faith.

I had never read his breakthrough book Tuesdays With Morrie but I did read his other work Five People You Meet in Heaven. I enjoyed it tremendously but not enough for me to want to buy his other books.

This non-fiction book, however, did fulfill its promise and I did end up with a little more faith than before. The story tells the tales of two clergymen with different faiths and how they inspire Albom to, well, have more faith. Inevitably, there is death, and fear, and loss. But at the same time, there’s also hope, and belief, and love and kindness.

What moved me were some of the thoughts shared by the rabbi as he and Albom connected over the promise of an eulogy. He too believed in the fact that there is One God, that the many religions that exist in the world is due to the many debates and discussions and interpretations that men have. That the differences are meant to create a harmony, even though we are all singing the same tune. (Read the excerpt here)

The road goes on and on and there is no end in sight. And there are times when I fall off the wagon and get really mad or sad. And while I can certainly pick myself up and trudge on (husband does a pretty good job of that too), I do feel a quiet sense of relief when I gaze up into the blue sky and think, tell me, what should I do now?

Maybe it’s psychological, maybe it’s delusional, but sometimes I do think that I get heard.

Reading the book somehow reminded me of this classic song by Joan Osborne.

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Singing is for geeks

Oh, you know the stereotype: choristers are boring, geeky people who do nothing but sing screechy notes in strange languages. We are not cool, not like the athletes and the football players. Nobody except fellow choristers really appreciate the vocal gymnastics that we get up to. The staccatos and off-beat rhythms that gets us all worked up in a frenzy just bring a dull glaze to the eyes of the listeners.

But I think choir singers are pretty damn cool (absolutely not biased here). Whenever I hear groups singing in unison these days, I feel a sense of derision because, come on, it’s not difficult to sing in harmony, is it? Is it? And then I realize, well, I feel that way because I can do something that others can’t. Sometimes we just forget that not everyone sings the way we do, not everyone gets intricate rhythms the same way.

And if I were honest, I’d say that I think singing is cool because I’ve always had the biggest crushes on boys who can sing. Back in secondary school a long, long time ago, we used to go for choir performances of a certain boys school that always puts up fun and interesting musicals. And inevitably, the lead singer would be this cutie who has a voice that you would fall instantly for. Well, at least I did. It didn’t matter if he was really good looking or not, he would instantly ricochet up the HELLO GOOD LOOKING meter.

Well, I guess it’s of no surprise that I married a fellow warbler. Not that he has ever used his singing voice to proclaim his love for me, the one time that he did so was on our wedding night and that was an ONE NIGHT ONLY performance. It’s crazy that he thinks he cannot sing now because the dude can sing. And he hates karaoke. Weird. But he was lucky to be part of an a cappella group back in the days when we were dating because at that young, naive and extremely precocious age, I thought he was cute and he had a great voice. Even though he was Mr Thick(er) back then, thanks to his very wide girth.

(I’ve always maintained that meeting me was the BEST thing that ever happened to him. Now he is slimmer, cooler, more fashionable and has two cats.)

Watching this a cappella performance of Teenage Dream on Glee, I kinda think that Blaine is really, really cute. Too bad he’s too young for me to crush on, that would be nothing short of Mrs Robinson-esque.

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Why McDreamy is the best

Because he looks like this.

Also, because he tells his wife, who has a “hostile uterus” and who could possibly inherit her mother’s Alzheimer’s gene, this:

Here’s what we’re gonna do. No more doctors, no more labs. You and I, we have a lot of sex. Maybe we make a baby, maybe we do not. Maybe you get Alzheimer’s, maybe you do not. Just screw the odds, screw science. Let’s just live. Whatever happens, happens. Me and you. Okay?

Oh McDreamy, I’d marry you over post-its too!

Sometimes words speak louder than actions and the writers at Grey’s Anatomy have got that knack for the right words down pat.

Arts & Entertainment

Meekus and the vampires

Thank you all so much for your kind words about our trash the dress pictures! Yes, we did have a lot of fun during the shoot and the photographer thinks that it makes us a pair of camera whores. Meanie.

Anyway, there are more pictures that I really want to share with all because they are so nice. I am not claiming any credit – it all goes to Alywin and his fab skills. But I have been stuck to my iPad recently, rereading all my Southern Vampire Mysteries books again because, well, the next book is not coming out till May and the fourth season of True Blood starts in June next year. I mean, the actors haven’t even started filming yet! Gah.

In the meantime, here’s a gif that makes me laugh everytime I see it. Who knew that my favourite blood sucker was in Zoolander years ago before he was a buff soldier (in Generation Kill) and a BAMF vampire?

Fun under the sun, yo
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Born to Run

Luckily for me, I was on half day leave on the day that the Emmys aired. I stayed home, glued to my sofa, until my beloved vampire (Skarsgard! Skarsgard!) appeared on my TV screen and presented an award. Sigh. He’s so gorgeous in a Tom Ford tuxedo. I’ll bet every woman watching the awards on telly was going, take me, you big blonde Viking! Tux pr0n! Tux pr0n!

ANYWAY, because I had gotten out of bed late, I missed the opening number for the awards. And what a show stopper it was! Proving the power of Glee, host Jimmy Fallon gathered a myriad of TV stars to do a Glee-inspired cover of Bruce Springsteen’s Born to Run.

Let me tell you, I had tears in my eyes when they burst onto the stage and started singing and dancing. Sometimes, I do miss my time onstage, especially when we did musicals back in secondary school. It was energetic, infectious, lively and lots of fun.

But look at Jon Hamm! Man, can he swivel those hips. Mmm mmm. Very sexy. And Tina Fey is oh so cute, she makes me want to get a pair of geek glasses now. And yes, what’s the point of spending all that money on Lasik then?


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High on V

Poor, poor Mr Thick.

These days, he has but a shadow of a wife because she is swimming in a sea of True Blood. To say that I am piqued by the series is an understatement. But to be honest, it’s kind of his fault because he was the one who introduced me to the TV series like two years too late.

And now, I can’t stop myself. I’ve watched two seasons’ worth of episodes in a week and then I went online to search for rumours, gossip, trailers and PICTURES. After that, I decided to buy the series of books that the show is based on and thankfully, the poor relegated husband of mine got me the e-book version and loaded it into our iPad. For the past one week, I have been devouring the books (when I am not watching the latest episode of the current season) and suffice to say, the iPad hardly leaves my hands. Sorry dear. It’s mine. For now. And no, we are not getting another 3G set.

Back to True Blood. It’s incredibly dark, gory and violent but it’s also unbelievably funny, emotional and sexy. The cast is strong and the characters have depth. Oh, who am I kidding. Yes the plot is good, the acting is fab but the REAL reason why I watch it is because of the nekkid bodehs and the hot SEX. These people cannot be real, they have super defined abs and super firm butts. Like, HELLO, I AM ALL MUSCLES AND STRONG, TOUCH ME! Forget about sparkly boy vamps who should never take their shirts off, this is ALL MAN.

Now my site is going to show up when people search for “hot sex firm butts”.

I’ve now got a picture of Alexander Skarsgard smouldering in a grey suit on the wallpaper of my work laptop. Very fan girl, I know. Needless to say, I am firmly in the Team Eric camp. I will be extremely pissed if the producers of the series deviate from the books greatly and end up with a Sookie-Bill happily ever after. Bill has uncle hair. I don’t like uncle hair.

Here’s why Eric is the man, no, vampire of my dreams.

And one more.

Oh, let’s have another, shall we?

I’m going back to staring at my wallpaper now, if you’d excuse me.

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Muse + The Edge = OMFG

I had goosebumps while watching this. On repeat. Like, five times in a row. Cos I really, really, REALLY love Muse and I really, really, REALLY love U2 and this is one song that I really, really, REALLY love.

And then they followed that up with Plug In Baby. Heaven.

But nothing can beat this: U2 live in Boston, 2001. I want to kill that girl, hell, I want to BE THAT GIRL. Damnit. Just watch and swoon.

Arts & Entertainment, Photography, The organised chaos

Don’t look back

Orpheus melted the heart of Persephone,
But I never had yours
I followed you back to the end of the path
But I never found the door

And you can work to save your love
You can bear it from the earth below
You can work, but you can’t let go
Oh, oh but you have to know

Don’t look back, all you’ll ever get
Is the dust from the steps before
I don’t have to see you every day,
But I just want to know you’re there

Quietly took to the dark of the day
And the hiss of the summer night
The heat of the breeze was a cell block wall
And when I looked, you were out of sight

One of my favourite songs sung by one of my favourite actresses – Zooey Deschanel – and one of my favourite flowers in bloom (the other being calla).

Arts & Entertainment, Two of Us


What is it about Sex and the City that holds us in thrall? It’s been almost 10 years since I fell under the charms of Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte and still I feel the same for them today as I did before.

Now, the girls have “grown up” – well, all except Samantha. Everyone is dealing with marriage and motherhood and menopause (Samantha…of course). It’s ever so discordant and yet feels so right because we are all growing up together.

As always, I find myself identifying with Carrie the most. Call her what you like – whiny, spoilt, selfish – but she also represents all the insecurities that many women have. Her fears about marriage turning her and Big into a bored married couple resonates so strongly with me. How many times have I, after a hard day’s work, asked the very same question to Mr Thick while we are slumped on the sofa, watching telly?

I’m sure I’m not the only married woman out there who wonders about retaining that sparkle in the relationship. It was definitely a lot easier when we were just dating. Back then, all we needed to worry about was what time to meet and where. I’d put on a pretty dress, doll myself up and get all psyched up about the date as I jump and dance in my bedroom to the music drifting out from my iMac.

Now, on weekends, we are busy putting the laundry out to dry, vacuuming the mountain of cat hair that our two feline friends have miraculously shed despite our best efforts to groom them. By the time we are done, we are hot and sweaty, and in no mood to dress up and paint the town red. Most days, we just like to chill at home and enjoy what we have worked hard to put together.

We always have fun whenever we are together, oh we do. But almost two years into the marriage, there is definitely a line between comfortable banter borne out of love and oh-my-gawd-how-hot-is-he excitement. Which I think he is. Just saying! I mean, I married the guy!

Anyway, the movie was just fabulous. I laughed out loud at all the raunchy and unpolitically correct jokes (Jude Law? Haha! Lawrence of my labia? Hahaha!), and reveled in the fashion (love, LOVE Carrie’s Dior outfit at the suk). It felt like a big, happy reunion and oh goodness, how gorgeous is Aidan? But at the end of the day, it makes me happy to know that she went home to Big.

Cos I am just a big romantic at heart.