My comments: Wahahahahaha….

I am SUCH a drama mama… *heh*

This evening I was helping a friend from the School of Communication and Information with her project. She had to do a radio drama and roped me in as a voice actor. Despite being on a Sunday evening in school itself, I jumped at the chance to do something I’ve always enjoyed: recording. Without giving too much of the plot away, the whodunnit drama can be described as Sherlock Holmes meets CSI in Singapore. There’s a bit of the classic and a bit of the modern in the way the crime occurs and the method of detection employed. I played one of the main leads and all in all, it was a fun experience. It made me wonder if maybe this was the kind of thing I could get into – voice acting and all. Kinda like doing the stage thinggy without having to worry about physical appearance. Been reading up several websites and all indicate that voice acting is a ridiculously tough job and it’s very hard to break into the industry. Of course, I already know this… but it’s still depressing to be reminded of it. *sigh* I don’t want a regular job that doesn’t allow me to make full use of my better abilities. Anyway… here’s a bunny!

I’m not as creative as Alvin, so go read his puppy advertisement and laugh long long.

Hokay, so today was slightly strange.
lots of stuff went on, but i ended up
sleeping through most of it (because i’m a vampire like that).
Talked to petey for 3 hours today.well,
more like he talked and i stared(+ cuddled…WITH MY EYES!).
yupyup. the end.
iheartmisterpetey<3

It’s easy to describe the solution as living a balanced life, but there are times when there’s just too much for one person to handle. Originally, I thought that I had laid off some of my lesser priorities, but even the ones that are important to me seem way too much for me to handle right now.

Principally, there’s school. The recess is over, which simply means there’s only approximate six weeks to the exams. Am I prepared? Despite all allusions to the contrary, especially when I talk to my parents, the answer is no, I’m not mentally ready to be tested on what I know. Unlike the previous semester, where at least I had modules to breeze through, this time around I know I’ve to buckle down and study properly. I will do it. I just hope there’s still enough energy in me.

Then, of course, there’s CSA. (Slight detraction — check out the link on the right! It’s our newly revamped website! Now, more than ever, I possess the point of view of a community authority, seeing through the eyes of a servant leader. Now, more than ever, I appreciate the tough job of having lead the people of God. The irony, of course is, despite having been under great leadership in the past, I cannot emulate their leadership style totally. My parish’s vicar Father Patrick Goh has often been accused (by me, no less) of being one who is not open to suggestions or new ideas. Now, on hindsight, I realise one cannot be too open to suggestions and new ideas, lest the very core of your leadership is undermined by others. On the other extreme, Aloy, the former chairperson of the YC, used to irk me because of his seeming inability to lead, to organise, to make his direction clear. Again, on hindsight, I appreciate the difficulties in leading any faith community, big or small. More often than not, if a leader is prominent, well-organised and clear in his direction, it is a leader working on his own steam and not according to the Will of God.

The third issue is, naturally, Kami… but I won’t go into that today.

(P.S. Thanks for reading.)

(P.P.S. Two hours later, I just want to clarify that Kami herself isn’t a problem. It’s how I’m handling the relationship that’s bothering me. Just in case anyone got the wrong idea.)

EDIT:

From Go-Quiz.com

yeah, i’m not quite sure what to say or how to say it.
i’m er–pretty unintelligent and rarely able to speak/type in full sentences.
i really dont understand what he sees in me but yeh.

Not to be a sap, but he’s pretty much the only person ive been able to talk to freely, mhm, and i love him.

oh jebus, i’ve already run out of things to say.
someone needs a nap and dictionary.

Well, it’s the end of the recess week and indeed, there’s been so many things to blog about.

I finally managed to find time to watch two DVDs that Direcow lent me. I remember feeling kinda stupid when I didn’t appreciate the ending of Pulp Fiction at first, then upon reading a couple of reviews, realise how the whole theme of the movie just went way over my head. Felt really stupid for a long time later.

The other movie, and this one I enjoyed tremendously, was the Al Pacino vehicle Scarface. I hadn’t realised that while this was hailed as being one of the best crime movies of the past century, that the titular character wasn’t Mafia. It was kinda interesting to see organised crime from a non-Italian, non-Japanese, non-Chinese point of view. Having not seen the Godfather, I hereby claim this as the best movie for men. It’s a classic in every way.

Wednesday was the third time the 15th CSA Ex-Co met up and as much as I didn’t want to compare, it was rather disappointing to see that we weren’t as close-knit as the 13th. I’m sure the 15th had good reasons, but the 13th struck me as being able to form bonds among ourselves instantly, which kinda “spoilt the market” for future Ex-Cos. I had suggested that the 15th meet up for lunch before our meeting, but only five showed up. Of course, I am to blame for coming late as well… but I just felt the difference acutely that we weren’t meeting as a big group outside of our scheduled meetings. It was an experience that repeated itself on Friday, when we attended the Commissioning Mass of the 57th NUS CSS Ex-Co. Two years ago, the 13th showed up in full force, and two years later, there were only four members of the 15th.

But nostalgic ranting aside, I am very proud of the 15th for having so much initiative. Each and every one of them is truly a leader in their own right and both I and my Vice-President have often felt redundant because they’re just so efficient. I have no doubt that the bonds will form over time and that the 13th was unique, the proverbial “exception to the rule” in this aspect.

This afternoon, the Confirmation 2 catechism group visited St Theresa’s Home in Upper Thomson for the sixth and last time. And God has truly blessed our time there. The teens had loads of fun putting up a performance for the old folks and even though they (the senior citizens) didn’t seem to be able to show their appreciation, there was no doubt that many of them enjoyed themselves.

Okay, I can’t stand it any longer.

I am in love, with someone who loves me. And tonight, I’ve decided that it’s for real. After more than a decade, I’m finally attached, though in a way I personally never considered.

She’s the most perfect person I’ve ever met, and we click in a way I’ve never experienced with anyone else. There’s not a moment that goes by where I don’t think of her, and I’m glad it’s reciprocated.

I’d create a whole new category for her… but I don’t think words do her justice.

What a way to bring my 22nd year of life to a close.

Tanjoubi Omedetou to me!

DISCLAIMER: The following comments have been percolating in my mind for 48 hours now but I constantly confuse myself due to my conflicting pro-feminist views and my chauvinistic nature. Therefore, the following post might not be totally coherent, either in thought or logic. Thank you for understanding.

This week’s copy of URBAN (that comes free with every Thursday’s copy of the Straits Times) carries with it two extremely sordid articles. The cover story discussed a recent trend in cosmetic surgery – vaginas. Believe it or not, there are women who spend thousands of dollars simply to reshape their nether regions, or just “recreate” it altogether. And don’t get my started on the surgery that “reattaches” the hymen. The procedures are labioplasty, vaginoplasty and hymenoplasty respectively.

But while the surgeries are mind-boggling to one such as I, it is the reasoning and the situations behind women who put themselves through such motions that fails comprehension. The predominant reason is that they want to do it to enhance their sex lives, more often than not because their husbands suggest or pressure them to. And while most of the surgeries done in Singapore are for non-Singaporeans, it doesn’t detract from the fact that even Singaporean women are feeling like they need to do something this drastic to spruce up their nightly “entertainment”.

As my title goes, women do have the raw deal. I’ve come to realise that women are the superior gender, for the sole reason that they can accomplish so much more in the same span of time than the male race. If society hadn’t been so pig-headed since the dawn of time and made men the de facto leaders of the human race, humanity might be in a much better state than we are now — perhaps. Instead, today, they have to fight for their equality, demand to be treated on the same level of men, and as the article above reveals, fix themselves so that they can better please themselves and their men.

Ironically, two page-turns later, we’re treated to the other side of the story – Breast reduction surgery. Auditor Joan Ng complains that her C-cup breasts cause her much discomfort – some would even say sexual harrasment from men of all backgrounds and professions. The article depicts her as someone who is helpless to do anything about her natural endowment. She doesn’t even want to flaunt it, but men stare anyway. But what does earn my respect is her decision not to go for surgery due to it being “not natural”. The article also featured a woman who went from B-cup to D-cup (due to weight gain) and who eventually had surgery to reduce them to a C-cup, because she was complaining of the consequential physical aches and pains.

Unlike the women mentioned earlier, these women have or have to consider surgery simply because they don’t want to be targets of sexual harrassment, or that large breasts – despite being a stereotyped male turn-on – does cause physical discomfort (and I’m sure that’s putting it mildly).

It makes me wonder how I would react to such a situation. I’m a boobs man (maybe because I have man-boobs that would make several Singaporean women jealous) and I find myself staring most “un-subtlely” at a well-endowed women (regardless of whether they are natural or not). And while right now I can say that I would not go so far as to demand that my future girlfriend/wife be heavy on the top, I don’t know if I can still say the same a couple of decades down the road. And while I don’t believe in surgery, especially for solely cosmetic reasons, I can’t help but wonder if my eyes might drift away from her to someone who’s well… bigger.

Women have a raw deal. Despite being the superior race, they’re made to feel weak and cheapened by men. Do you agree? Or disagree? Or think I’m full of male cow dung? Comment away…