So fun! So dirty!

That's basically how I'd sum up losing my wakeboarding virginity. It was actually really fun - when you're gliding across the water, warmth of the sun on your skin, it's like nothing in this world can stop you...except once you trip up and fall into the holy water of SENGKANG river, which is just vilevilevile.

Ms. Samazozi had a bit of trouble at first, and I didn't laugh (well I may have inadvertently chuckled a little), but in the end she too was gliding over the water gloriously. She even used one hand to wave to us and then brushed the river surface...before proceeding to lose her balance and crash into the water.

LOL! But really I thought that both of us had a great first-time wakeboarding experience. +200 XP! Although it's not something I'd want to do more than once in two months - mainly because of the filthy water, and also because financial resources are somewhat limited.

I want a luxury yacht. When we're working hard for the money that is. Share a yacht. I can use it for the first third of the month, Samazozi for the next third, and Chooksky for the last third (although we'd probably argue. OMG SIMON how can you choose such a TRASHY picture to put up? OMG MENG can you please not rename the yacht bottega_v? OMG WEI REN can you stop changing your mind about what kind of carpeting you want?) Nena can come anytime she wants, because she won't be able to afford a share in the yacht with her teacher's pay anyway! LOL I'm such a bastard. But Nena you can share my yacht anytime - and no we're not cruising to Segamat.

I should stop talking nonsense. Want to catch some sleep before Elton wears me out tonight (ewww not literally of course) and have to type out my Bryan Choong article so that BBB won't pester me.

Musings

There is a fine line between wit and nitwit. While I have tried to write articles that are engaging and reader-friendly,I have refrained from injecting what I think may be wit into my work because wit is something you innately have or lack.

Do I fancy myself a good writer? Yes(my god I am shameless), relatively speaking(and I love to qualify statements). Unfortunately, writing for me if often a painful, draining process.

I am rarely able to just start writing continuously without pausing for many moments to ponder the arrangement of a sentence, or fret over choice of words.

Sometimes it's best to keep things simple. However, as a writer, one occasionally feels the need to add a sense of style or flair to one's writing - hence the use of dashes, double negatives, and grandiloquent language - which really does the reader no favour. It's an egoistical thing.

But it is tempting.

Anyway I don't know what the point of this post was really. I just thought the wit/nitwit thing was pretty witty.

Bleah. You should have seen the look on Meng's face today when I showed him my selection of pictures for the Beyonce article. LOL. One of my selections inadvertently exposed her panties. This is why I can only work for Trevvy. Imagine what would happen if I fulfilled my dream of becoming editor-in-chief of Vogue or Vanity Fair or W.

I can now hear Wei Ren saying, "Urm Simon, to become the editor of a fashion magazine, you actually need to have some sense of style first."

I hear you Choo, and by the time you read this you'll probably be back home =)

Get well soon.

This post is so very random. I'll end it here.

Languishing In Torpidity

I'm quite frustrated with myself. Ok maybe quite is an understatement. Very. My middle name should be procrastination. Yes, call me Simon Procrastination Huang, or La Procrastinina. I'm inherently lazy, lacking in drive, constantly lethargic, hopelessly inactive (bar the gym sessions which aren't exactly a good example of hard work on my part anyway) and generally sluggish.

And every time I tell myself that when the right time comes, I will begin to lead a more active and fulfilling life. Of course, the "right time" has been pushed back considerably, from the new year of 2006 to Chinese New Year 2006 to my 20th birthday, to after the shift from Jurong to Kranji Camp, to my ORD in November to the new year of 2007 to my 21st birthday and well, I'm still looking for the right time. Oh, let's wait till university starts and then I'll finally get into the swing of things.

Yes, tell yourself that you lazy swine. I don't understand how I can hope to be filfthy rich in the future while remaining so lackadaisical. I really do feel sleepy. Almost constantly. Once I'm on a bus I fall asleep. It doesn't matter how many hours of sleep I've had the previous night. The bloody eye bags, dark circles, and tiredness never seem to leave. It's very irritating.

And my work attitude. Well, let's just say that if I continue this way, I'm going to end up working in some two-bit law firm or as some disgruntled civil servant. My first job, as you guys know, was more or less a monumental failure and while I'm suviving in my second one...that's about it. I'm surviving. I should be working harder, closing more deals, writing more insightful articles. But I just can't seem to do so. And it's not that I'm incapable. Therein lies the frustration. I know that I can do so much better if I just put in the bloody effort, but I seem unwilling to do so.

The same applies to my bloody social life. While Michael may complain about his hectic schedule and having to be booked a week in advance, well at least he always has things to do. My weekend was spent sprawling in front of the television, idling away on the computer, with quick spurts to Play last night for The Swimming Instructor Launch(which was fab) and to the gym. I have no love life to speak of, I'm going to be very very lonely when my samazozis leave for their studies, and then it's back to square one all over again. Same thing - I'm not exactly socially inept - I'd like to think that I can hold myself pretty well when I have to, but I'm just not putting in the effort. Plus I'm terrified of rejection.

Then you have the driving, the foreign language lessons, the resolution about learning to cook. It's so easy to talk and plan but I can't bring myself to take any action. It's not just about money - my parents are paying for my driving dammit. I'm just too damn lazy to make the trip down to Bukit Batok Driving Centre (why oh WHY do driving centres here have to be located in god-forsaken places? Why can't they have one in Holland V or something).

So yeah I am frustrated. But when does that frustration translate into willingness to take action. And even then, how long will any spurt of determination last? I don't know. The only good thing is that I've never taken such a short time to type out an article of this length. So there.

Outside Of You

I can't get your attention
And I'm so sick of it
I've got something to say to you
So shut up and listen
I don't want you to look past me
I want you to know who I am
I hate it when you ignore me
You just don't understand
See the funny thing is
You're just as useless as me
I can make you better
If you would just let me in

[Chorus]
I'm outside of you
And I can't get through
Overlooking the beauty that's dying inside me (Can you see?)
I'm outside of you
And I'm so confused
You keep missing the small things
The safety that love brings (Can you see?)

I'm outside of you

For anything to survive
It needs love and light to grow
I could be something beautiful
I guess you'll never know
See the funny thing is
You're just as lonely as me
We could be so much better
If you would just let me in

[Repeat Chorus]

And as you walk by me
I'm silently screaming to set me free
I look in the mirror
And I see your future
You look good with me
And as you walk by me
I'm silently screaming to set me free
I look in the mirror
And I see your future
You look good with me
Oh!

[Repeat Chorus]

I'm outside of you
I'm outside of you

I LOVE Hilary's latest album Dignity. It's what great pop music should be. And this is my favourite song from the album. What's funny is I was looking at the credits for the songs, and three of my favourites (and the title track which I love too) are produced by Chico Bennett! OMG Britney should work with him for her new album!

Am not going to review the album yet (cause I'll be doing that for work =p).

Spring has come and new men have entered the lives of my dear friends, but I find myself single and...I don't know...it can feel good sometimes but other times it's sort of crappy.

Was watching the news this morning, about the V Tech massacre, and they were showing the faces of the victims. It was very sad. I think I nearly cried. Which I don't do very often, as you all will know. It's even more terrible that the killer is Asian. I mean, he's Korean but that doesn't matter to Americans. Korean, Japanese, Chinese - you're Asian. Talk about breaking Western stereotypes of Asians huh?

Off to read Kafka now.

I Have Pictures

Lunch at the Line on Saturday. The food was decidedly average, maybe I expected too much of it. Tasted good la but nothing out of this world, except maybe the spicy prawn and squid salad (that I was afraid to take thanks to the evil squid that gave me food poisoning back in Phuket). The selection though, was most impressive. And the company was great. Here are some pictures!


The AC dudes, the Trinity, and the Samazozis. We're you're samazozis, samazozis will never leave youuu...
All together now.

Just came back from dinner and drinks with Michael, had a really good time. It's funny how we seem to be cut from the same cloth and yet are two completely different people. Regardless, after 8 years we're still laughing and having fun, which is great.

I have a mild headache now. Going to sleep. Bye!

21

Wow. I'm less than an hour away from the big 2-1. I know that when the hands hit 12 (or rather when my Mac's digital display goes Wed 12:00 AM), nothing's really going to change. Age ain't nothing but a number. I'm not going to feel any different you know? It's just another day. But make no mistake it is sort of terrifying. I'm an official adult. An adult. Urgh. I don't mind being 21 forever but unfortunately turning 21 just means being a year away from 22, which is a year away from 23, and you just go on and on. What have I done with my life? I'm not very sure. Have I actually accomplished anything of worth? Have I made an impact on anyone? I don't know.

But life goes on, and life's been pretty good, except for urm...a little...rift, which doesn't really concern me and yet is my business. Oh well.

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now?
You got someone to blame

You say one love, one life (one life)
It's one need in the night
One love (one love), get to share it
Leaves you darling, if you don't care for it

Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without

Well it's too late, tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One...

Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head

Well, did I ask too much, more than a lot?
You gave me nothing, now it's all I got
We're one, but we're not the same
Well we, hurt each other
Then we do it again

You say
Love is a temple
Love is a higher law
Love is a temple
Love is the higher law
You ask me to enter
Well then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters and my
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One...
One love

Back To School In Tiger Shoes

Taboo's uniform night was sure to be great fun, but with two jugs of vodka tonic, it was ecstatically thrilling! Meng, Lena and I danced like it was 1999 all over again - poor Choo wasn't feeling very well, but that's a whole other story. I love my AC uniform. I felt 16 all over again! ACS was definitely hot last night, with all the Taboo boys decked out in ACJC uniforms and Addie wearing a couple of AC outfits, including a Barker Road rugby jersey, if I wasn't hallucinating. It was just a night of pure revelry and debauchery, and it seemed that almost everyone was high, on one thing or another.

Meng didn't want to spend a ridiculous amount of money on RI pants, so he switched sides and got a Thoburn jersey instead - he did stick to green I suppose. Our dear Nena wore her Anderson...maternity dress. That's the only way to describe it really. Wei Ren wasn't dressed up but you know what, it doesn't matter because by the end of the party, he still got ALL the attention anyway. I came to have a party, opened up a Barcadi!

As Wei Ren would say, woo! I love uniform parties.