Archive for November, 2002


Vegetarian Delight!

What a lovely Thanksgiving! My first stop was Teddy’s sister’s place in SF, my first ever American Thanksgiving dinner, and what a great first it was! We were poster-perfect for the globalized world. It was Greek cuisine (tons and tons and tons of awesome food!), with some French visitors, hosted by an American family…and I single-handedly represented the Asian community. (Incidently, your do-you-know factoid of the day: It’s "Buy Nothing Day" today (Nov 29th), hype for anti-globalists. I’ve not read enough information about that whole argument yet to make a judgement about it, but I kinda am tempted to roll my eyes at gratuitous campaigns like this) Great conversation (assisted by white wine) built up appetite for the TURDUCKEN highlight that Teddy had flown up (by courier. The poultry was dead already). My my my…it was a vegetarian’s milieu…a Turducken is basically a chicken in a duck in a turkey…sinfully deeelish…there was just too much food to mention them all…most of which I don’t even know the names of. After dinner, we sat around, watched tv for a bit, talked, and I just had the loveliest time. Teddy (dude, you know you are reading this;p), a BIG-ASS thank you! Sitting around in that family atmosphere surrounded by food food and more food, I just missed Chinese New Year soooo much. I’ve missed the last 2 CNYs back in Singapore…that whole month long build up to CNY, where your mummy starts stocking up on Chinese candies and cakes, the stores start blasting those cheeesy Chinese New Year jingles ("gong xi gong xi gong xi ni-ya!"), the neighbourhoods get painted red with decorations…then you get the Chinese reunion dinner, traditionally held at my aunt’s place, with their grrrreat home-cooked food, then the next day when you go visiting family members you see once a year ("Wow! Your children, so big now! Wah, you lost/gain weight hor? Aiyoh! Got boyfriend already?") and collecting those red packets with $$$ in them (but it’s the blessings that come with it that count…really), and then my traditional meeting up with my best friend’s family at night, and the next couple of days where we have friends and family visit us, where my parents either cook lunch or order pizza hut (!) to feed our guests…and you collect more red packets…I like the Chinese’s consolidating way of celebrating: we stretch it across three consecutive days, so it’s thanksgiving, christmas and new year’s all at one go. Aw! I miss that. But anyway, back to Thanksgiving last night. After Teddy’s sister’s (Wendy) place, I headed down to my brother’s girlfriend’s friend’s place in the Haight (what’s with all the degrees of seperation?). It was like another world, more casual, recent-college grads just chillin’ with each other, no fuss with decors and the like, but every bit as lovely and homely…and I had more more more turkey…yummy. White meat. Drool. I had some kind of protein craving yesterday. Guess I’ve not eaten meat or a proper home cooked meal for a long time…but I just devoured the meat. Sat around, ate, watched Friends and Will & Grace on tv. Met my dear brother, who I am always eager to meet, who had instructions from Mummy, who is paranoid, to check on my toe (which is still blue and gross but has stopped hurting like a mo’-fucka’)… Post dual-dinners, I met up with Jeff (who stupidly overslept and thus had popcorn for this Thanksgiving dinner!) for a movie at Japantown…8 Mile, which was surprisingly good. It was one of those movies where the director was everything, because there was alot that could have gone wrong with it, but didn’t. The pace of the movie was great. I never once checked my watch impatiently (like I did in ‘Die Another Day’…groan). I really enjoyed the movie. Which made me go home and download the soundtrack, so I have thumping hip-hop/rap instead of thumping techno blasting from my speakers for once. Ironically, I got home and received an email from Douglas (who is in his hometown in Newton, Texas, which is SO funny to me cos there’s a place in Singapore called Newton, famous for its bustling food centre, which I’m sure is completely and utterly different from the Texan Newton) wishing me Happy Thanksgiving even though "I know that holiday doesn’t mean shit to you". Given the lovely Thanksgiving I had, just the simple sharing time with old and new friends and my brother, and having them share time with me, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Like you, Douglas, "I think it’s a wonderful thing" too.

Gross details that nobody wants to know:

Swear to God, my left toenail (re: first 24 Nov 2002 entry) has turned darker blue, swelled to twice its thickness, and looks like it’s trying to migrate itself away from the toe proper. I say just fall off already! It hurts like fuck! Add to the mix a bout of pms topped with bhd (bad hair day)…grrr…do not come near Bitch Kelly today…

ooooooh…perfect website to surf to complement my bitchy mode: suck.com’s take on post-college life. Maybe that makes me feel better about the banking job waiting for me back in good ol’ Singapore (and keeping me there for 6 years) at the end of my college stint. (Disclaimer: I’ve always been grateful and appreciative of my scholarship. It’s just the bitchiness complainin’)

***5 minutes later***

On the other hand…my lovely landlady Helen just knocked on the door and gave Tony (housemate) and me a beautiful pound cake that she just baked, hot and fresh from the oven. And I just realised the sun is blazing outside. It is a lovely day after all. Bitchiness Begone. Maybe I’ll take a drive down to the city today and park myself at The Canvas Gallery with my Tolstoy…

Music is the Answer

These cds have been rotating in my car for the past week or so, each cd great for a particular occasion. Linkin Park’s ‘Hybrid Theory’ is great for going to school…Paul Van Dyk’s ‘The Politics of Dancing’ is fab for a pre-clubbing drive…Everything But the Girl’s ‘Back to Mine’ is perfect for a post-club/going home chill-out drive. And you know how your fav cds each have these ’special moments’ that you look forward to, that your ears just prick up excitedly to hear? Here’re mine:

When Chestor Bennington (Linkin Park) sings "There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface/Consuming, confusing/This lack of self control I fear is never ending/Controlling, I can’t seem/To find myself again/My walls are closing in" in Crawling, I melt into goo. I am so in love with voice.

When track 6 moves into track 7 (Rapture by iio) via this split second chord change that makes me hit the rewind button over and over just to hear it in Paul Van Dyk’s ‘The Politics of Dancing’ (cd1) What is it about them chord changes, those "certain strains of music (that) affect me so strangely" (George Eliot ‘The Mill on the Floss’)

When track 10 (Silent Treatment) explodes those funky-ass bass grooves after the melancholic sweet track 9 (To Cry About) in Everything But the Girl’s ‘Back to Mine’ cd

*baby voice* I lurrrrve music.

“Watch out, There’s a Kelly About.”

I love random stupid websites. From the Slogan Maker, I typed "Kelly" (and now everyone sees the height of my narcissism) and here are the slogans that cracked me up:

The nasty ones:
"Nothing Acts Faster Than Kelly."
"I’m a Secret Kelly Drinker."
"Unzip a Kelly."
"P-P-P-Pick Up A Kelly."
"Do You Eat The Kelly Last?"
"We do Kelly Right."
"I Bet He Drinks Kelly."
"Make It A Kelly Night."
"Nothing Sucks Like A Kelly."
"Kelly. It’s What’s For Dinner."
"It Takes A Tough Man To Make A Tender Kelly."

I like this one:
"The Kelly that Smiles Back."

But my ultimate favorite:
"Little. Yellow. Different. Kelly."

hee hee. Try it.

Deep Dish/Behrouz was incredible. We danced till 7am. The sun had risen when we left the club. My voice was gone, my back hurt like crazy and don’t even get me started on my feet. My left toenail has turned completely blue from the dancing. I wonder if it’ll fall off…

Every part of my body is aching…but I still wanna do it again again again! Call me crazy! =) Off to bed now with my blissfully aching body…

My College Life

Thursday: Class in morning. Read Tolstoy. Chat with Singaporean friends in library. Sit at cafe. Chat on the phone with Douglas. Read Tolstoy. Get irritated with 4 girls at next table who talk vapidly about nothing for one hour. Read Tolstoy. Chat with person next to me. Go home. Nap. Wake up at 10pm. Go to Bear’s Lair Pub for a beer with Jimmie and Savvas. 130am go home. Chat on phone with Jeff. Chat online. 4am sleep.

Friday: Wake up at 1pm. Chat online. Rush to meet people from class for project. 1/2 hour late. They’re not there. Sit at cafe. Chat on phone with Jeff. Read Tolstoy. Meet Jimmie and Erik. Go to the Cal Big Game Rally. Have tons of fun watching big bonfire, cheering, yelling, clapping, laughing. Go home. Surf web. Write emails. Come across very interesting site In Passing, which eavesdrops random conversations in Berkeley. Type mindless entry in blog. Get ready to go to Au Coquelet Cafe that gloriously opens till 2am to read Tolstoy.

Plan to: Sleep late to wake up late to stay up all night for Deep Dish tomorrow night at 1015.

I really do love my college life. Esp that nice balance between lovely human interaction and blissful alone-time

I spent the day sitting at the Free Speach Movement Cafe (isn’t that name just so Berkeley?) reading all 257 pages of Maud Casey’s ‘The Shape of Things To Come’. It was highly disappointing. It is one of those novels that has a great first chapter, great potential, so you continue reading…then you get halfway into the book and it’s boring and waning, but you continue reading in hope of encountering those gratifying ‘nod-worthy’ passages that you read in its opening pages, and you make excuses for it hoping it’ll pick up and end spectacularly, but of course, as the chapters pass, you start to lose hope but stick on anyway just to finish it, and by the time I closed the book, it was 4 hours later and I felt ripped off.

So I went down to Barnes & Nobles after that in search for my rebound book to make up for lost time. I was looking for satisfaction guaranteed, and no smarter choice than to fall back on a fail-safe classic. I was walking up and down the aisles, nothing particular in mind, just hoping for a serendipitous find. My yearn to read something from time to time usually pops up from an inner desire to find some answers at a time when I’m searching for them. I’m obsessed with reasons…reasons why people, no let me put it less generally, why I think, feel, act the way I do or did. Just to understand, not justify. Great novels have a way of explaining human nature. Not only finding a novel perspective or explanation, but also, like George Orwell said, "the best books… are those that tell you what you know already"…I always feel a kind of solace in reading something that reinforces my thoughts, or describe exactly what I feel or what I experience, or what I observe already. It’s like if you have a pain in some weird part of your body, and you are scared as hell cos you never had that pain before. So you go to the hospital and you realise that there’s a whole clinic for that very pain/illness you have and you are like,hey, if so many people have the same problem, it’s either not so bad, or cos it’s so common, I’m not a freak beyond hope after all. It’s a terrible analogy. But it’s kinda like that. Something occurs that make you wonder and wonder why. And you find it in a beautifully written passage, and you nod and go "oh yeah!" Maybe that’s why I didn’t like Casey’s book, because I found very little that I could identify myself with. Or maybe it was just a weak book because there have been plenty of great books that dealt with issues I had nothing to do with, but had such great themes and writing.

The book I eventually picked up, I don’t know why but it just caught my eye amongst the rows and rows of books, is ‘Anna Karenina’ (Leo Tolstoy). In 20 minutes, I read the first 3 chapters, and got SO much more out of it than 4 hours with Casey’s book. I’m so glad to have found it. I’m excited about reading it.

 

I had my first last today.

It was the last class of my ‘Simpsons’ decal class, where you get 2 units of credit for watching 2 episodes of ‘The Simpsons’ every week…and oh yeah, discuss about it too. My frivolity does not do it justice. It has in fact been a surprisingly great class, more intelligent than I thought, given the instructors are a couple of frat boys who make us pay a "course fee" of $5 for the 2 cartons of beer they bring into every class ("5 bucks for free beer for the rest of the semester"). Only in Berkeley. How I love it. Plus, how can you not love ‘The Simpsons’?

I can’t believe the semester’s passing me by so quickly. The thing about being a college student is that you begin to time your life according to your semesters. It’s a convenient way of categorizing memories. Good example is my 10/4/02 entry when I was summarizing my year. This semester has been awfully exciting. Each semester gives me new stories to tell. I love the novelty. I hate how time is flying by so fast. I find myself constantly trying to capture and cleave each experience and each memory in my mind so it’s impossible for them to slip away. Our soul is our memories. Can’t believe I’m more than halfway through my 4 years in Berkeley, after which I’ve to grow up and go back. I don’t wanna grow up…I want my Peter Pan.

"I don’t know whether you have ever seen a map of a person’s mind. Doctors sometimes draw maps of other parts of you, and your own map can become intensely interesting, but catch them trying to draw a map of a child’s mind, which is not only confused, but keeps going round all the time. There are zigzag lines on it…and it is all rather confusing, especially as nothing will stand still." (James M. Barrie ‘Peter Pan’ Chpt 1)

Yep. That’s why I don’t feel grown up. All them zigzag lines, nothing standing still. That’s why I don’t wanna grow up too. Don’t ever want my mind to start standing still from jadedness, but it’s scary what time does to people.

I hate buying my plane tickets online. You have this bunch of websites to go to, then you get a whole different bunch of possible itineraries, with a bunch of different prices…then you have to make your decisions: I wanna leave 2 days later, but it’s 40 bucks more!…oh look! This site offers it for 20 bucks less, but you have a 4hour stopover!…oh wait, I can leave 1 day earlier and get a direct flight, but 30 bucks more…oh damn! That site is offering a special price…but you can’t choose the flight you want, and you have to make the decision in the next 23 minutes, expedia, orbitz, travelocity, online agencies, buy directly from the plane company’s website, go to your own travel agent? Choices choices choices and you have one time to make one choice…..and you have 10 windows open, and you are alternating between each and you are comparing prices and you are reloading the pages and you are deciding between tickets with a 10 dollar difference, feeling idiotically cheap about wanting to save 10 bucks, but then, the whole procedure is just so fundamental economics (consumer’s reservation prices, supply and demand, perfect information) that it turns you into this aggressive Economic Man trying to maximize your utility as much as possible…and I’m just picturing how my indifference curve is trying to touch my budget line so your head goes round and round deciding how much you value the convenience of a direct flight, or how much you value that cheaper flight…until 3 hours later, I finally bought my ticket directly from the United Air website. 30dec02-16jan03, SF to Paris, direct flights both ways, 500USD. That’s my "optimal choice" as an informed, rational consumer always seeking to maximize my utility.

But the utility I’m gonna get travelling around France, Spain, Italy or wherever else in Europe Jane and I eventually decide to go to…priceless.