Showing posts with label Change. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Change. Show all posts

Saturday, August 18, 2007

The new things... part 1

Things around me are going through a change right now... Some of these changes are rather exciting... and sometimes inspiring.



My new phone. Sony Ericsson w580i. Also known as what-took-them-so-long-to-come-up-with-this-phone. It's a beauty. Like how one british guy commented while watching his subway sandwich being prepared, it's "smashing". Sleek, cool colours, lovely sound quality, extremely light. I can't stop fondling this baby. It's like calling out to me: "Yeah... that's right... push my button... right there...oooohhh ure turning me on. literally."





Frujch is going through a renovation now. Gonna have lovely bold colours. AND an exciting menu with loadsa food!! look out for it! but i still hope they can increase the temperature in the place actually. It's freezinggggg...

And i also wished they didn't have to paint over my giraffes. I drew and painted them free-hand ok?!?! this is cruelty to giraffes!! call the SPCA!!
















Sticky Situations: The masking tape fights back.


Look out for Sticky Situations 2: The booger that just didn't let go.







Jo just started working at Ice-cream cafe. We went down to visit her at night. Yeap they actually make their staff stick out their tongue while on shift.


Kidding. It was a slip of the tongue. Pun fully intended. haha






No that ain't my tongue. that was the tip of the cone.











We were taking pictures of our fakest smiles, and Erfain won my vote for having the fakest one.


Yeah we kinda destroyed the picture. we were laughing like hell though. haha.


Another change i had over the weekend was that i hosted my 1st ever dinner and dance! woohoo! i'll post abt that one separately... maybe when i get my pictures.
Lame riddle: this one's longer than my usual riddles...
One day a motivational speaker tried to use visuals for his audience. So he did this: stretch a sanitary pad and unzipped his pants. What was he trying to communicate?

Saturday, June 30, 2007

It's not "see you later"... ... it's "goodbye".

How many of you feel for our beloved National Stadium, now that it's gonna be demolished?

Well, i do. I remember it cos of the atmosphere that was once present there. Way back then, when S'pore Lions were still in the Malaysian Cup. Man, i was crazy about the players back then. Fandi, Abas Saad, Sundramoothy and gang. My fav player? Stephen Tan, the super-sub with blistering speed that can tear the opposition's defence apart. oh and David Lee, the formidable keeper who always gave the Lions hope with each brilliant save he pulls off. I remember the atmosphere back then. Everybody cheered in unison, screamed at the referee with the same menace, even jeered the opposition many a time. Such fun... and there'll be this person walking around selling stuff... "Coca-Cola, potato chips, nasi lemak!!"

The best thing? The 'kallang' wave need not be initiated by some screaming emcee on the pitch like how it's done at NDP. It happened spontaneously. Out of fun. Out of passion. Out of support.

I remember i went there once with my dad to watch a match. Somehow, the feeling i had after the match while we're having supper was very warm... Like the whole adventure of watching a S'pore Lions match brought me closer to my dad. It's unexplainable. But hell yeah i'd do anything to relive that kinda magic.

Well, don't think i'd be able to, though. With the emergence of a new sports hub in its place, so will a new sentiment. It won't be the same wooden, broken benches we'll be sitting on anymore. It won't be the same grass that great football players ran on... and i'm afraid that it won't be the same warm feeling anymore too.

Maybe... the change of the stadium... indicates something about S'pore. Maybe the change from a simple and cosy stadium into a state-of-the-art sports hub, is a symbolic representation of the changing culture of Singapore. I say that with deep sorrow. Let's just say I have observed that being a kid in S'pore ain't fun anymore.