Friday, I had dinner out with P & her boyfriend and I love them :> They are so sweet and lots of fun and dinner was delicious! We had chwee kueh (yum) and bah ku teh (I am probably misspelling this) which are, respectively, Singaporean style water dumplings (not dumplings at all) and pork rib tea soup. Soooo good. Then we wandered around Jurong Point a bit, which is this gigantic ass mall full of food and shops and energy and each store blasting pop music (whether American or Chinese or Korean).
This weekend I have been recovering from my cold and am more or less better except for this infernal cough. That's been fun! And by fun I mean I finally gave in and bought some fucking medicine - it is the Singaporean equivalent of Theraflu, I guess. Lemon-flavored powdered medicine to which I add hot water and then drink. So that helped a lot with the decongestion and throat pain, but the cough remains. =__=; Ah well, there is only so much I can do, I guess, other than wait it out. I'm still inhaling water and tea at alarming rates.
I will get my shit together for the Philippines! This will require a bank trip at some point, potentially. Oh god, and packing, I should do that before i leave, yeah? Leaving Wednesday though, so I have some time to start making my lists (lists! my lifesavers!).
Lately, it has been so sticky muggy hot that I kind of want to claw my skin off. My ideal temperature range is from 15 - 23 C (57 - 74 F or thereabouts), so this is not a happy Mei. Having a cold in the summer is the worst and in Singapore it is summer all the fucking time, ergo having a cold in Singapore is the worst. Intolerable. I'll go check on the Philippines' weather now.
GOOD SPORTS NEWS: Carolina beat Duke 81-67 for the ACC regular season championship. ♥ We have come so far this season; it is so lovely. Let's go Heels for March Madness. :) Though to be honest I'm not sure how well I'll be able to keep up here in Singapore. In other fabulous sports news, Liverpool routed Man Utd 3-1 at Anfield yesterday with a Kuyt hat trick. Mmm, lovely. Biggest rivalries and some big wins.
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Sunday, March 6, 2011
Monday, June 28, 2010
don't make me promises; baby you never did know how to keep them well
My entire life is the WC right now. Well, no, not really. But it's the only part I want to talk about right now because if I focus on the other bits, I will just be depressed. Already feeling extremely "meh" physically and mentally and emotionally recently; my appetite has been fucked over and...other things. Whatever. Let's not dwell on the depressing things right now.
Ironically, of course, the first thing that I want to talk about is England's 4-1 loss to Germany.
I can't even be heartbroken because I'm too pissed. The England NT is shit and played like shit. Germany was amazing and I love them. Not only are they cute, they were also incredibly clinical and efficient, so unselfish in their playing - they passed so well and they worked together as a team. Podolski, you are so adorable. :D Özil, Schweinsteiger, Klose, Müller, Neuer, oh man - what an incredible goalkeeper. Even if you did con the ref and admit to it later. Regardless, mad props all around for Germany. They are now #2 team in my heart, right after Spain. I don't know their chances against Argentina but I am cheering for them!
Though, to be fair, the score should have been 4-2. England's second goal was clearly a goal and having it disallowed was pure crap. I still have a lot of pent-up rage about that (fucking ref, fucking FIFA) but I can't say that would have changed the outcome of the game considering how England was playing. (Really awfully.)
Always excepted from my yelling about England is Stevie G. Stevie, I'm sorry your NT sucked but I love you forever and always. ♥ He is so much class, you guys:
I'm keeping up with the other matches, of course, but nothing will stress me except Spain now. They play Portugal tomorrow and I am already nerve-wracked. I am also hungry so I'm probably going to look into food instead of languishing here with further thoughts about the World Cup. I feel like I keep repeating myself anyway; there's nothing new to report! Or I am just too lazy, which is always a valid possibility.
Ironically, of course, the first thing that I want to talk about is England's 4-1 loss to Germany.
I can't even be heartbroken because I'm too pissed. The England NT is shit and played like shit. Germany was amazing and I love them. Not only are they cute, they were also incredibly clinical and efficient, so unselfish in their playing - they passed so well and they worked together as a team. Podolski, you are so adorable. :D Özil, Schweinsteiger, Klose, Müller, Neuer, oh man - what an incredible goalkeeper. Even if you did con the ref and admit to it later. Regardless, mad props all around for Germany. They are now #2 team in my heart, right after Spain. I don't know their chances against Argentina but I am cheering for them!
Though, to be fair, the score should have been 4-2. England's second goal was clearly a goal and having it disallowed was pure crap. I still have a lot of pent-up rage about that (fucking ref, fucking FIFA) but I can't say that would have changed the outcome of the game considering how England was playing. (Really awfully.)
Always excepted from my yelling about England is Stevie G. Stevie, I'm sorry your NT sucked but I love you forever and always. ♥ He is so much class, you guys:
“If you look at the game as a whole we’ve been beaten by the better team. Had Frank’s goal counted it could have been a turning point in the game, but we can’t use that as an excuse. They’ve scored four goals and we only got one, which tells its own story.
“We made too many mistakes as a team. Germany were more organised than us and were more clinical. They got in five or six times and scored four goals so you’ve got to give them credit.”
I'm keeping up with the other matches, of course, but nothing will stress me except Spain now. They play Portugal tomorrow and I am already nerve-wracked. I am also hungry so I'm probably going to look into food instead of languishing here with further thoughts about the World Cup. I feel like I keep repeating myself anyway; there's nothing new to report! Or I am just too lazy, which is always a valid possibility.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
the weight of the pencil sharpener (연필깎이)
Today, we began a new America with the inauguration of our 44th president:
I felt like this day in history deserves a nod here at least, though I've made known my happiness and pride all over other forums.
Tonight, I went to watch the WashU Orchestra perform with a number of classmates tonight; specifically, we went to watch T's solo (well, duet). He played well, and the experience reminded me how much I do love classical music. (I love piano and the string quartet best, oh it's gorgeous.) But the night also was a stark reminder that I am not a music person.
Maybe it's because there's just too much math and left-brain involved in it, but I was never that good. I was never that committed. I love listening to it, but I am terrible with music. I don't have an ear for it; I guess I didn't inherit that gene from my mom. I can't sight read, I can't recognize notes by ear, or tell when something is flat or sharp or off-beat. I don't understand the technicalities of performance, and sometimes that just makes me incredibly sad, because listening to it is just - it engages so much emotion. And I'm, if nothing else, pretty emotional. Listening to classical music is an emotional experience that leaves me regretting my inability to pursue it (to truly understand it).
I'm a word person. I know this. I'm not a master of words, but they are my song, my poetry, my music. A well-turned phrase makes me incredibly happy; diction and syntax all matter to me. They're interesting to me. I like the cadence, the rhythm, of certain sentences. I like the way certain words look (heechul), or feel, or sound. Words are a craft in themselves, not merely a tool to create stories or to facilitate communication. Words can evoke things for me that music does for people like T and my mom. Words don't have the same impact that images can leave - soundless, wordless - but they leave a different impact: they can be just as powerful in a different way.
Sometimes I think about these things and I wonder why I'm here, doing what I am. This is not what I love.
(What do I love? This. Sometimes Tablo can be overrated, given too much credit for being Creative and Unique and Deep, which he may be in relative context of the bubblegum-manufactured kpop scene - but this song speaks, I think, to a lot of people. To me.)
This is not my dream.
(But there are bigger things than my dreams.)
I felt like this day in history deserves a nod here at least, though I've made known my happiness and pride all over other forums.
Tonight, I went to watch the WashU Orchestra perform with a number of classmates tonight; specifically, we went to watch T's solo (well, duet). He played well, and the experience reminded me how much I do love classical music. (I love piano and the string quartet best, oh it's gorgeous.) But the night also was a stark reminder that I am not a music person.
Maybe it's because there's just too much math and left-brain involved in it, but I was never that good. I was never that committed. I love listening to it, but I am terrible with music. I don't have an ear for it; I guess I didn't inherit that gene from my mom. I can't sight read, I can't recognize notes by ear, or tell when something is flat or sharp or off-beat. I don't understand the technicalities of performance, and sometimes that just makes me incredibly sad, because listening to it is just - it engages so much emotion. And I'm, if nothing else, pretty emotional. Listening to classical music is an emotional experience that leaves me regretting my inability to pursue it (to truly understand it).
I'm a word person. I know this. I'm not a master of words, but they are my song, my poetry, my music. A well-turned phrase makes me incredibly happy; diction and syntax all matter to me. They're interesting to me. I like the cadence, the rhythm, of certain sentences. I like the way certain words look (heechul), or feel, or sound. Words are a craft in themselves, not merely a tool to create stories or to facilitate communication. Words can evoke things for me that music does for people like T and my mom. Words don't have the same impact that images can leave - soundless, wordless - but they leave a different impact: they can be just as powerful in a different way.
Sometimes I think about these things and I wonder why I'm here, doing what I am. This is not what I love.
(What do I love? This. Sometimes Tablo can be overrated, given too much credit for being Creative and Unique and Deep, which he may be in relative context of the bubblegum-manufactured kpop scene - but this song speaks, I think, to a lot of people. To me.)
This is not my dream.
(But there are bigger things than my dreams.)
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