round and round the garden

Last Friday, we went to Singapore's 1st Rock n Roots Festival, featuring the likes of Buddy Guy and The Gipsy Kings. The boy was fairly excited to see Buddy play in the legendary way that he does. He hardly seemed to be a 70 over year old guy at the rate he was hitting the strings on his guitar.

Also featured were the Bueno Vista Social Club, and to be honest, I wasn't totally excited when they got on stage. I'll be the first to admit I didn't have the slightest idea who they were, but the kind of music they played was simply hard for me to appreciate. To add to our entertainment, we had a bunch of show-offs who obviously went to the the fest simply to show off their Salsa dance moves. I wouldn't call it dancing, more moving, in a choreographed manner really.

The festival was held at the Marina Promenade, just behind the Singapore Flyer. The area dedicated to it was a lot smaller than I was used to, of course it's a much smaller scale than the West Coast Blues and Roots. For the price, the latter is much more worth it of course. But I shall not complain or compare.

These photos were taken from my humble iPhone camera. As trend would have it, once again I left my memory card at home while happily carrying around my camera. Smart innit?

Double exposure on the Night Camera application.

Our view as the sun set, pretty stunning I reckon.

hello, my name is Surely. how do you do.

A couple of days ago, I get a call on my Australian mobile at ten in the morning, which was strange considering everyone knew I was back in Singers. Apparently, the alarm had gone off in the garage. Strange, I thought, perhaps it was another one of those damned spiders that loved to hide behind the sensors.

Oh how wrong I was. What happened was this.

Sometimes when my sis has people over, her dog comes to ours and "house-sits" in the backyard. Unfortunately, this time no one was home and poor Scout probably had no one to howl and whine to and got a bit of an anxiety attack.

This was his destruction. Amazing.

Oh, FYI, Scout is a Ridgeback and weighs about 50kg. That's massive by any standards. He wags his tail so hard it bruises me sometimes. In saying that though, he's the biggest sook I know with the most irresistable dopey face ever.

That door was due for a change anyway.

I had a dream

In a blink of an eye, it is already almost the end of March. Before we know it, the days zoom past us without us realising and we're getting ready to celebrate Christmas and New Years. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly times goes by and we hardly stop to notice how things change.

I was reading my old blog, and how differently my lingo was back then. I was calling people "boobs" when now I just called them retarded. You might have to blame Borat for that though. From the moment I heard him say "she is retardation", I seem to take a liking to it. The hype has died down for the so-called native of Kazakhstan (of which I briefly considered going on a holiday to), and so I reduced it to retard.

I used to refer to a group of people as "y'all" and typed "gawd" instead of "God". My my, how things change.

I miss Uni days where my daily concern was where the next party was gonna be at, and how much money I have left over for my weekly booze. Sundays were usually left for lazing and taking care of pounding heads. I was lucky enough to never get hangovers. I still don't get them, but the alcohol consumption has slowed down considerably.

Somethings, however, never seem to change. I have been lucky enough to say I've solid friendships with people who have made a great impact on my life. Luckier than that, we still keep in contact and have a good laugh every now and then through the help of the big Ws. Everyday I count my blessings and thank god, for all the changes in my life, friendships remain the same.

How has life changed for you in the last five years?

As far as the oceans put us apart,
Across the mountains, across the trees,
You'll always remain special in my heart.

Mom likes it Orchestrates

I asked my mom to email me a letter to M1, authorizing them to port over my number to Singtel.

This was so funny I had to capture it for all to see. A classic mom moment.

Now if only Singtel were actually smart enough, they would.

You make me wanna

I was in an Asian store in Perth, walking around trying to decide which yummy nom noms I was gonna fill my pantry with when I came upon this. LOVER CHIPS? How appropriate for Valentine's Day I thought. Wondering more about it and which asian factory it came from, I picked it up and realised this:

*picture to be re-inserted soon*

Oops my bad. Explains the four leaf clover down the bottom of the packet. Needless to say, it was not on my list of yummy nom noms.

Speaking of clovers, St Pat's day is next week and I'm glad tradition still stands and I won't be missing celebrations! Don't ask me what exactly we celebrate, but in true Aussie spirit I simply reply: "I dunno, it's another good reason to drink though."

Yam seng!

Homecoming

I'm back. Back in Stinkers-land. I'm not sure how i feel just yet, everyone's been asking me "Are you excited?!?!". My answer is always the same, half and half. I'm now sitting at Starbucks soaking it all in, it feels like an out of body experience. Maybe it's the lack of sleep talking, but it doesn't feel like I'm actually here. Weird yes, I have long established my profound weirdness with my friends.

Starbucks is insanely noisy, but it's far to hot to sit at one of the tables outside. Hot air rising from the ground, plus humidity and rain is not a good combination. Most people may think we look forward to rain here but trust me, it's wayyyyy worse after the rain subsides.

I think everything will hit me in one go only two months later. Maybe after the apartment is ready and I'm working 9-5 (I wish) like a typical person, squishing day after day on public transport systems. I miss my car already. Call me lazy, but one cannot be more lazy than Singaporeans. At the airport this morning, a lady honked our car out of the way because she had to park as close as possible to the entrance, despite an abundance of parking lots available. 2 cars is a HUGE walking distance apparently. And my friends called me lazy for driving to Uni. Hahaha.

Ok I'm gonna keep soaking up the absurdity of Singapore and try not to kill anyone in the process.

Love.

xox

Dad's a bit of a fogey

Me: Are you watching the Mardi Gras?

Dad: Ya, why?

Me: Why are you watching the Mardi Gras?

Dad: What's wrong with watching Mardi Gras? Isn't it like a festival? Nice what.

Me: Yes, but this is the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras.

Dad: Huh? No what.

Commentator: ".......in support of the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras........"

Dad: Argh! I don't want to watch this rubbish. *click*