tonight I am practising with my roomie for my other roomies wedding...we are singing, I luv you this big. Yup. American Idol, Scotty Mcreary...youtube it. The song is about the cutsiest, in-love, over the top song that pretty much makes me always think of Dallas and Jenny now...cause well, they are in-love...this big.
but to sing it has proved quite the challenge...for one,
we ain't country, we be findin our twang, we have to work that country...this big.
the other problem I have with it personally is I start singing the first line..."I know I'm still young" seriously. A 30 year old is singing that at a 21 yearr olds wedding and I just can't keep a straight face..."I know I'm still young" I can't practise without getting the giggles and then we have to have a 5 minute intermission before we can keep going with ...the rest of the song...this big.
oh, then my roomie pulls out a guitar and transposes the song so we can sing it without having to listen to the you tube version for the 100th time...all of a sudden, we decided, we (and by that I mean her, but I take some credit too cause I am, well, encouraging her while she figures out how to play the song) took a song and made it better...we are so good...this big.
now we just have to work out the kinks...oh but then we decided that we needed a spoken word version of this song...this big...basically, we rock...maybe we might even rap it...this big...
Jenny, Dallas, I just barfed alittle in my mouth...
Friday, 27 January 2012
Thursday, 19 January 2012
What I have learnt from watching it's a wonderful life abijillion times...
so yeah, I over-reacted just slightly about orientation day...it was quite mundane. But still, I don't consider all those nerves a complete waste because truly, all those people who just tackle things as they come miss all that anticipation anxiety and everything just seems fine for them, just an ordinary day that they soon forget...while I know that disaster was averted and I can rejoice, that I survived to face another day.
Anyway, back to the title...I was watching the traditional Christmas fair this holiday season and all of a sudden It's a wonderful life became my favorite movie...I have seen it many times before, and the most important lesson I got out of it was that 'everytime a bell rings...' (I hope you know the rest but if you don't...this might make you watch it). Also I would give it token props cause my family loves it sooooo much but for me...give me a good cheesy Christmas musical and I am set...White Christmas usually...but no, all of a sudden I realized why It's a wonderful life is so great.
Because of George...he actually doesn't come off looking the greatest, his attitude tends towards martyrdom, he struggles with wanting so much more, but feeling like his life has already been mapped out for him, he's trapped, slightly frazzled and a bit of a workaholic he does have some good qualities though, he is capable, he is disciplined, and has a genuine empathy for those around him, and he doesn't care about money at all, even to the point of choosing an ambiguous financial future over security.
I guess I never got it till now. Because his life seemed so mundane...even to him...I kinda agreed with him, after watching it, George...why didn't you take the boat, sail away, have an adventure, do what YOU wanted to...
But after watching it this season, I realized that it takes a better person to stay, and finish someone elses dream, it takes alot more strength to say no to yourself, then simply think that your accountable to your own wishes and desires and not somehow connected to whats going on around you...that mundane, totally unidealistic reality...that you are a part of whether you like it or not.
truly I don't even want to contemplate where I am on the George scale...but he is pretty amazing, even though he could work on his attitude.
New fav line..."What are the three most wonderful sounds in the whole world?"
Uncle Billy, "Breakfast is served, lunch is served, dinner is served."
Anyway, back to the title...I was watching the traditional Christmas fair this holiday season and all of a sudden It's a wonderful life became my favorite movie...I have seen it many times before, and the most important lesson I got out of it was that 'everytime a bell rings...' (I hope you know the rest but if you don't...this might make you watch it). Also I would give it token props cause my family loves it sooooo much but for me...give me a good cheesy Christmas musical and I am set...White Christmas usually...but no, all of a sudden I realized why It's a wonderful life is so great.
Because of George...he actually doesn't come off looking the greatest, his attitude tends towards martyrdom, he struggles with wanting so much more, but feeling like his life has already been mapped out for him, he's trapped, slightly frazzled and a bit of a workaholic he does have some good qualities though, he is capable, he is disciplined, and has a genuine empathy for those around him, and he doesn't care about money at all, even to the point of choosing an ambiguous financial future over security.
I guess I never got it till now. Because his life seemed so mundane...even to him...I kinda agreed with him, after watching it, George...why didn't you take the boat, sail away, have an adventure, do what YOU wanted to...
But after watching it this season, I realized that it takes a better person to stay, and finish someone elses dream, it takes alot more strength to say no to yourself, then simply think that your accountable to your own wishes and desires and not somehow connected to whats going on around you...that mundane, totally unidealistic reality...that you are a part of whether you like it or not.
truly I don't even want to contemplate where I am on the George scale...but he is pretty amazing, even though he could work on his attitude.
New fav line..."What are the three most wonderful sounds in the whole world?"
Uncle Billy, "Breakfast is served, lunch is served, dinner is served."
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
Fear
apparantly no one is supposed to feel it. It's not a big deal. Get over it. but still, I am afraid.
tomorrow I start another 10 weeks of 'it'. The real deal, being evaluated in a group of 5, always being watched, always being told what your doing wrong...and all you can do is man up...keep smiling, keep going, keep looking like a complete nut-job while your dressed up like a marshmellow.
I didn't think I would be this nervous, I had a great break, I got away from it all and literally put everything out of my mind. But now I am here, the night before, craving my mum's cooking and my Dad's pep talk...
tomorrow is probably going to be fine (it's orientation) but I am still paralyzed with this knowledge that I know what the next bit involves, and it's not pretty...and I always seem to get so mixed up in my head worrying about all the 'other' things rather than focusing on why I decided to do this degree in the first place...to help people...instead I am freaking out about which colour of pen i need to bring with me, where the policy manuals are on the floor, and if i will have to speak...I don't want to speak...words come out, and none of them sound good...if only the next 10 weeks were like a silent film...I could deal with the chaos better I think, if I didn't have to interpret it all at once to anyone who decides to interrogate me... with words, sentences, trying to make sense of it all....
I don't know why I am so unable to take things as they come, and think that each situation will be solvable, that I can tackle it moment by moment...I just see the whole mess of 10 weeks coming at me like a train with no brakes...it's rather terrifying. (And no, I don't think I am over-reacting at all by comparing school to impending death...)
So, tonight. I wait, afraid.
tomorrow I start another 10 weeks of 'it'. The real deal, being evaluated in a group of 5, always being watched, always being told what your doing wrong...and all you can do is man up...keep smiling, keep going, keep looking like a complete nut-job while your dressed up like a marshmellow.
I didn't think I would be this nervous, I had a great break, I got away from it all and literally put everything out of my mind. But now I am here, the night before, craving my mum's cooking and my Dad's pep talk...
tomorrow is probably going to be fine (it's orientation) but I am still paralyzed with this knowledge that I know what the next bit involves, and it's not pretty...and I always seem to get so mixed up in my head worrying about all the 'other' things rather than focusing on why I decided to do this degree in the first place...to help people...instead I am freaking out about which colour of pen i need to bring with me, where the policy manuals are on the floor, and if i will have to speak...I don't want to speak...words come out, and none of them sound good...if only the next 10 weeks were like a silent film...I could deal with the chaos better I think, if I didn't have to interpret it all at once to anyone who decides to interrogate me... with words, sentences, trying to make sense of it all....
I don't know why I am so unable to take things as they come, and think that each situation will be solvable, that I can tackle it moment by moment...I just see the whole mess of 10 weeks coming at me like a train with no brakes...it's rather terrifying. (And no, I don't think I am over-reacting at all by comparing school to impending death...)
So, tonight. I wait, afraid.
Tuesday, 3 January 2012
List
go on a swim with Dad...check
being taken care of by mum and dad...seeing mum and dad...being spoilt for 3 weeks...check
ride the MRT...check
walk to the beach a few times...check
sunburn...check
eat durian...check
buy sprinkles for andi, and coffee mugs too...check
eat Indian curry, prata, beryani...check.
make bagels, biscotti...check
go to Indonesia..eat Indo food, speak indo, stay in a hotel, jump on the bed, all you can eat breakfast...check
meeting Wendy's Eman...check.
eat Peking Duck...check
Chinatown...check
motorcycle ride...check.
Things I wasn't expecting were reading the biography on Bonhoeffer, watching Sherlock Holmes and War Horse, going to Kareoke and singing Taylor Swift, seeing the Logos and getting a tour, Christmas with the Kirkley's (long-time family friends), tea time with Uncle Soh and Anne, the AC quitting (in Singapore the AC NEVER quits!), singing in Indonesian at the Christmas service with the Indonesian maids in a kabaya (thanks mum:) meeting and being a part of a whole mission trip and spending 7 days trying to interpret Indonesian (which I can't even speak that well)...so on top of my favorite things I got a few surprises thrown in too...hurray holiday:) Oh and Fondue with Adam and Betina...Thank you mum and Dad for my very amazing and extravagant holiday...I luved every minute...loove:) if you ever want me to come again...anytime...'can, la'...:)
being taken care of by mum and dad...seeing mum and dad...being spoilt for 3 weeks...check
ride the MRT...check
walk to the beach a few times...check
sunburn...check
eat durian...check
buy sprinkles for andi, and coffee mugs too...check
eat Indian curry, prata, beryani...check.
make bagels, biscotti...check
go to Indonesia..eat Indo food, speak indo, stay in a hotel, jump on the bed, all you can eat breakfast...check
meeting Wendy's Eman...check.
eat Peking Duck...check
Chinatown...check
motorcycle ride...check.
Things I wasn't expecting were reading the biography on Bonhoeffer, watching Sherlock Holmes and War Horse, going to Kareoke and singing Taylor Swift, seeing the Logos and getting a tour, Christmas with the Kirkley's (long-time family friends), tea time with Uncle Soh and Anne, the AC quitting (in Singapore the AC NEVER quits!), singing in Indonesian at the Christmas service with the Indonesian maids in a kabaya (thanks mum:) meeting and being a part of a whole mission trip and spending 7 days trying to interpret Indonesian (which I can't even speak that well)...so on top of my favorite things I got a few surprises thrown in too...hurray holiday:) Oh and Fondue with Adam and Betina...Thank you mum and Dad for my very amazing and extravagant holiday...I luved every minute...loove:) if you ever want me to come again...anytime...'can, la'...:)
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