I don’t like Cyndi Wang. She’s too cute, and sometimes act cute, for me, though she has a few (very few) nice songs, and the others being radio-friendly sweet meaningless substance-less stuff. I give credit where it’s due – the nice songs are not due to her being a good singer, but good song writing. In fact, I realised that to a lot of people, if the song is well written, it can have shit lyrics (or a shit tune, usually just one) and a frog can croak it and they will still like it. Even shit lyrics and shit tune can make it once in a while. Ah well. I’m just fussy, really fussy about this kinda stuff.
I heard this Cyndi song on MTV, and it caught my, er, ear, because it was nice (by my standards).
很贪心 要全世界注意/只是太年轻 快乐和伤心
都像在演戏 一碰就惊天动地/今天看你 昨天的你去了哪裡
很高兴遇见你 让我终究明白/回忆 你就是精采＊
现在我就到过去 始终随兴 虽然好不容易
And to be honest, I think her technique is improving, though her voice is still too weak and thin for my liking. It’ll be nicer if someone else sang it though, heh…
After the usual embarrassing sales meeting with the same spoken stuff (“you have too few leads, ie too little things to work with for sales”) and the same implied stuff (‘and not working hard enough on the little leads you have’), I headed to Jurong East library to get some comic books to last me though the mundane waiting in the convention/exhibition tomorrow.
While I was there, I saw this girl from my Secondary School seated on the 4th floor next to the comics, her head buried in them. I saw myself there, though I could not identify with the pink cutesy bag (which was quite popular with my classmates too I think). I saw myself there, in my own world reading. I took the lift down to the 1st floor with the same guy that was in my lift on the way up.
I took a cab back, weighed down by my laptop, the projector that I have to carry to the hotel tomorrow and the books I just borrowed. I had an amazing conversation with the taxi driver, talking about Tanglin Halt’s hawker western food and the new Channel 8 Primetime (9pm) show, 幸福双人床 (Mars Vs Venus). We agreed that Tay Ping Hui would be better off looking more uncle and Aileen Tay more stingy looking. I really like the show, although I don’t agree with the “principles” they preach on. I try to separate the show from the principles. You see, I’m really narrow-minded.
I’m no Jesseca Liu, and Monkey’s no Pierre Png (though that wouldn’t be too bad!) but there was one scene that Pierre Png’s character nagged at Jesseca Liu’s character… and it was exactly like how Monkey nags at me. Exactly. If I closed my eyes, I would have thought he was here!
One of the perks of staying up late (insomnia strikes again. I am so going to be a zombie later at work) is that you get to watch shows that you usually can’t catch, courtesy of the very repetitive cable channels we have (I’m sure reruns are for occasions like this). When there was nothing to watch, I flipped over to MTV Chinese for a while, and a few songs caught my eye. Mostly, the lyrics, because I couldn’t really hear the song over the thundering rain and also I like to scrutinise the vocals and stuff before I say “wow nice song”. Anal la.
So one of the songs were 喜欢你. No, not from Kit Chan (which is a nice song), but a new song from 庭竹 (I have no idea who she is).
The other songs are in English, and are Undiscovered by James Morrison…
I don’t know why or where i’m coming from
And in my head i’m close to you
We’re in the rain still searching for the sun
…and How to Save a Life from The Fray.
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you’ve followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he’ll say he’s just not the same
And you’ll begin to wonder why you came
On another note, I’ve managed to import my old posts over to this blog. Have fun reading my past.
“I tell you, the lighter’s out of gas.”
“No way, love, I just reloaded it.”
“Oh ya? I tell ya it’s empty!”
[you got to love old films]
Let’s not talk about how my hands are tingling again, or how my upper lip is burning for some reason, or even the general lousy feeling.
I am even try to forget the fact that my chest hurt in general when I was out with Monkey today, to the point of being distracted. Poor boy. My chest hurt when I was breathing, not even when I was coughing. I was feeling really lousy. I think the 1 hour of stifling my cough and trying to not wheeze did more damage then it seemed to, not that I can imagine why.
I’m just pissed off at the return of the breathing thing and a damned recurring pain in my left chest. And I can’t go to sleep like that because it’ll probably trigger my fear of not waking up in the last minutes before I manage to sleep. Not that not sleeping helps – it’s one big bloody cycle again.
shite. It’s all connected.
so I thought I was well enough to go out for dinner (because all I’ve been eating is bread for the whole day – I nearly finished the bloody loaf). On the way there I was hit by breathlessness, and a mild, annoying and rather consistent headache.
I stopped the runny nose medication because well, I haven’t had it for a while. Now it’s dripping, I’m hot (really hot, like menopausal flushing), I need to iron my clothes, I just swept the house, I just cleaned the litter, I stink, I hate it when I start asking “how come got cat pee smell?”, etc etc
groan. I need to wash dishes. Iron. Wash. What ever happened to recuperate? Me thinks I have to ask the part time maid here again, but then if I do, there goes any luxury item for me this month.
… is spent sleeping, or rather, trying to sleep.
Grrrr. Hot hot hot hot hot!
need to go back. soon. now. argh.
Monkey has been very sweet these couple of days when I’ve been sick. He came over from work on Wednesday to get me some groceries and wash my dishes, and last night just to bring me out to buy bread and help me rub some medicated oil on my tummy.
He’s also going to be running some errands for me tonight, buying some stuff since I can’t go out and also getting me some stuff.
I have no idea why my tummy’s giving me trouble. Hopefully it’s only the side effects of the stupid medication. I hope it stops. If not I have to take more medication. At least my cough and runny nose/phelgm has stopped.
Day time television is quite ok before 9am. Ironic huh? I just watched Cheers and Friends. Then it’s Oprah and that.bores.me.no.end. Glad I still have my comics!
Well, it’s time to eat Nutella sandwiches!
I am allergic to Penicillin, so I am always given a substitute antibiotic instead. However, I am a medication hating person, meaning I’ll only take it when I buay tahan. So because of a previous UTI scare, I am faithful in taking my medication for flu this time round… only that it’s making me sicker.
From this website:
Stop using erythromycin and call your doctor at once if you have any of these serious side effects:
· chest pain, uneven heartbeats, feeling light-headed or fainting;
· nausea, stomach pain, low fever, lost appetite, dark urine, clay-colored stools, jaundice (yellowing of the skin or eyes); or
· diarrhea that is watery or bloody.
· Other, less serious side effects may be more likely to occur. Continue taking erythromycin and talk with your doctor if you have any of these less serious side effects:
· mild nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, or stomach pain (taking erythromycin with food or milk may help avoid these effects);
· dizziness, headache, feeling tired;
· vaginal itching or discharge; or
· mild itching or skin rash.
Take this medication for as many days as it has been prescribed for you even if you begin to feel better. Your symptoms may get better before the infection is completely treated. Erythromycin will not treat a viral infection such as the common cold or flu.
So why I taking this?