women skating event pics!

women skating fun

Took part in Singapore's first ever Women's Skating Event yesterday. Cursed the blardy rainy weather for making everything wet and soggy. Arrived at the place and was shocked to find it so bare (what bazaar?)and disorganised. Yet, despite everything it turned out to be a pretty nice experience. We bladed from East Coast Park to the Esplanade, having to blade on the road alongside the motorists, and escorted by the traffic police. Yoohoo! We were quite a sight. Pretty much everyone was a good sport, endorsing the red tank top we were given - one that says "Women Skating" on the chest. Ended the night with dinner and drinks at DXO - a bar at the Esplanade. Night event was a little lacking - fashion show with crappy models, and a beauty quest with erhm, less than desirable contestants. But everyone seems to have a good time, and we were each given a nice little goodie bag to shut our bitchy little mouths up. =) I must say that Juliana and myself have some great pictures taken for this event. YAY! Satisfies the little miss vanity in me.



This is a pre-event shot. Look at how fresh we both looked, and with poofy hair too.



At the starting line.



Little miss vain.



Some more photos to come in part deux.

life is not just okay

Life is a rollercoaster. Cliche but true. Sometimes you're up and sometimes you're down; sometimes you may be overwhelmed with ecstasy while other times you're drowned in sorrow. I guess only a poet or a dramatist would describe his or her life as such. For most people, life is just okay. There's no real extreme emotion. Everything is average. An average job, average friends, average activities, average boyfriend...But not me. I like to face up to my feelings; simply refusing to face everyday with a resigned attitude. I don't want to just be okay.

For a time I was really unhappy with my life. Dissatisfied. Felt like I had so much, yet so little. So blessed yet so cursed. Really contradicting. But lately I've been really happy. It feels like my life has finally reached a point where I feel almost completely satisfied. Of course there are more to achieve and more to look forward to. But for most times, I can actually honestly say that I'm happy. And my answer to a "how are you" greeting would be "great!" or "i'm doing real fine".

I'm getting everything I want - freedom, enough spending money, weekly golf, supportive friends and family, and most importantly regular dancing and a future in competitive dancing to look forward to. The last one makes all the difference. No matter how dreary work may be, no matter how fucked up the rest of my day is, as long as I can look forward to dancing, I'll be happy. Isn't it scary yet wonderful how important dancing is to me?

With dancing in my life, I am alright with my lacklustre dating life (or the lack thereof). What'll come will come. Who'll come will come. There's no need to seek nor to think too much. With such an attitude, I feel much happier.

And life is most definitely not just okay. It's great. It's wonderful. I'm happy. =)

where have all the good people gone?

As I get more accustomed to the real adult world, I am more convinced that the world is essentially full of insincere people who really don't give a damn about anyone but themselves. Sounds bitter for sure. But I'm just being crudely and curtly honest about the situation. And I would point fingers and accuse the male species of being more guilty of such than us women. More and more I find myself being very skeptical of the words that come out of their mouths. For one just cannot be too cautious when it comes to assessing the sincerity of the male species. They'd say whatever they can to get what they want. That's what I've come to realise. As guillible as I am, surely I'm not stupid. But nowadays it's getting harder to tell. And I am increasingly less confident of my ability to judge one's character. I'm not as good a judge of character as I probably think or wish I am. Maybe it's because I am a slight idealist despite my earthy Taurean side. I want to believe that people are essentially good and sincere, and are without malice. But boy, I should really be careful. For I'm probably more often wrong.

Sometimes I wonder if I am really doing something that's allowing other people to view me in a certain light. But why do I have to change myself just so as to try reducing the filthy thoughts those bastards have of me? Why should I do that? I can't control what they think.

It's so ironic that an ugly duckling that I was as a child should grow up to face such a problem. As a child I worked towards developing my personality and intelligence to make up what I was lacking in my physicality. And yet now, the former are sometimes overshadowed by the latter - and I'm not even that good looking. Fucking horny bastards. I hate them.

Where have all the good people gone?

equilibrium

I realised I haven't updated the blog for sometime now. Have just been too busy with work and activities that I became too lazy to find time to write. Ought to be spanked, I know. Though I'm happy to announce that my life has reached a fine equilibrium now. With some luck I've managed to land myself a pretty decent dance partner (this is one cosmic story which I'll elaborate at a later time). Work has been crazy busy but somewhat okay; at least I'm still learning, and that's good. I've been able to play real golf once a week, with some practice at the range whenever I can make it. I've got a great car to drive, some money to spend on things I desire. Basically everything's going pretty well. I suppose what'll make my life even more perfect is having my close friends around me, and having a real soulmate to rely on. That's one aspect that's missing in my life right now. But honestly, it doesn't matter too much to me right now. I've got someone I'm comfortable spending time with, though there's nothing going on between us. That's quite enough companionship for me. Besides, with dancing on my mind and in my schedule, I find it really hard to find time for anyone else. Just ask my friends who have been asking me out all this time. Sometimes I feel quite bad for neglecting them, but I really have very little time and just too many things I want to do. I wish there were 36 or 48 hours in a day. But I'm sure even if there were, I'd find it too little still...

Speaking of dancing, I'm really glad that I still retain my dance flair and some technique. And what really enthused me is the connection we have, despite having partnered up only last Monday. With our compability in looks and skill, I'm sure we can do very well as a dancing couple. Too bad he's not based in Singapore. This makes coordinating practice more difficult than normal. But I have confidence that we'll do very well. Fingers crossed.

Sometimes I'm so tired because I keep pushing my body to its limits, while at the same time feeding it crap (that tastes good). Sluggish and lethargic in the morning, hyperactive in the evening. Very very bad for health. But what can I do. I tried eating more healthily, but fuck, I've got no self control...and I've tried sleeping more, but my mind refuses to rest. I should continue trying but now I guess I'll just let it be.

TGIF. Can't wait for the weekend. Saturday's gonna be an awesome day with a day of golf and a night of dance practice. Though I've got to work a little on Sunday, it's still gonna be a pretty good day to rest. I'm just gonna laze it away, so I'll be recharged on Monday. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to work, but I know it's an unrealistic thought. Hang in there missy. You'll be fine. I'll be fine...