Europe has completely screwed up my internal body clock. I slept at 3am after an excruciating effort to sort out the photos for the Europe trip, in which I only managed to complete the transfer of half of the over 8-9 thousand photos that the 6 of us took. I was half expecting (and hoping) to ignore my alarm (set at 0800) and sleep til noon or something so as to get some well deserved (and sorely needed) sleep. Unfortunately, something inside me must have been unhinged by my 3 weeks in Europe, so much so I woke up quite suddenly at 0750, even before my alarm started to ring. And any effort to drift back into sleep again was thwarted by the blasted alarm that really went off just 10 short minutes later.
So I woke up, all grumpy and mad at myself. Had breakfast and decided to get on with sorting out my photos. Which I managed to complete at around 1030, which was perfect because I felt it was high time I posted an entry about the Europe trip (which I had long expected to be a behemoth of an entry), So I promptly started selecting photos to post with the entry. Unfortunately, due to the sheer amount of photos that the 6 of us managed to accumulate among ourselves, I found myself being unable to finish browsing through the photos. In fact, by lunch time, I had only managed to browse through probably less than half of the photos we took. Feeling quite sick of looking at more photos of Europe, I decided to just lay back on photo selection today and continue another time, so I am happy to announce that that gargantuan entry about Europe will have to be further delayed! (Yaaaaayyyyyyy!)
I met up with the 5 of them yesterday to get the complied photos (housed in 4 DVDs), as well dinner at Cafe Cartel and a movie session (Ocean's Thirteen). It was quite a memorable outing because of several reasons:
1. I found out that Century Eggs are no longer allowed to be sold in S'pore. Yes, horrible isn't it? What will happen to my favourite dim sum and porridge dishes in which century eggs form an essential component of the dish's composition? I suggest we observe a minute of silence for the unfortunate demise of century eggs in the hearts and memories of S'poreans.
2. I learnt (the painful and hard way) that there are a series of small path dividers separating the path from PS to Cathay. I was oblivious to their existence and in my usual neurotic state of mind, swung my leg out at one of them, such that torrents of pain coursed through my poor beaten body when my tibia came into contact with that blasted pillar of unforgiving stone, concrete and cement. I was lucky to escape with nary a bruise, though it shouldn't have been a surprise because of the fact that wizards have a higher threshold for physical injuries.
3. I also learnt that a certain friend and travel mate of mine doesn't like fish. This is a blasphemous thing to say, because, as I am sure everyone can see from that little list of my favourite things located on the left hand column of this blog, you would have noticed that Voldemort happens to love fish. I was also shocked to note that this travel mate of mine is also incapable of telling apart the different species of fish that are commonly served in S'pore, which means that she is unable to tell the difference between say, a garrupa, a pomfret and a sea bass. Which I honestly find appalling because... well, they look so different from each other, don't they!?
4. Ocean's Thirteen was quite okay. I think the movie worked because the amazing chemistry among the cast members, because without the amazing cast, the confusing and rather baffling plot would have crushed the whole movie. I thought it was on par with Ocean's Eleven, didn't watch Ocean's Twelve so I can't really compare with it. But yeah, not bad a movie if you want to have some entertainment.
To cap it off, I present to you another favourite song of mine from Sodagreen. I am particularly fond of the lyrics for this rather depressing song; it manages to articulate some of the feelings I've been having after the rather unfortunate business of parting with someone you thought you could (and would) love for a substantial period of time, but then you just sorta know that you have to. Even if you don't want to. Because she (and probably you yourself)just don't want it to continue anymore.
You can try to convince yourself that you've moved on, but even after a million shrugs of "Oh wells!", you'll still find that empty feeling inside - hoping to be filled once more.
Name: voldemort33
XY, 01/06/1987, s'porean typical geminian free-thinker moody & eccentric thinks far too much for his own good med student (be afraid. be very afraid!) demon45_6f@hotmail.com
crazy craves
music (jazz, rock and lounge) day-dreaming drawing & photography animals (sheep!) chocolate and tea! seafood, noodles and soup!
pet peeves
noisy crowds over-possessive, insecure, whiny people two-faced hypocrites housework and homework being called 'rich' rushing to do stuff crying, pesky kids
deepest darkest desires! (aka wishlist!)
to be a doctor (with a heart of gold!) a dog my own condo apartment a driving license and my own four wheel drive my own comic line someone to hug
