"Beware! I had a bowl of bitchy for breakfast."

Well no, actually I had some fabulous chocolate almond biscotti from Da Paolo's which Brandon bought for me yesterday (YAY thanks brandon =D), but yeah well that's besides the point. Been entertaining a number of rather bitchy thoughts today and wondering if I should pen them down.
The bitchiness seems to have worn off though, (it's been quite a while since breakfast, really) and I'm quite inclined to let the offensive remark pass for now. Giving one the benefit of doubt, it could have been a offhand, ignorant comment on her part. And I being the bigger person, will of course let it slide. Haha. Although, I should think that it is quite normal to be slightly outraged or incensed at having your supposed specialty be insulted by one who probably has less experience in this particular aspect, though granted, has more in another way; and who isn't even all that good really. Now if someone who was really good and who had the right to give such 'advice' or unwarranted comments, said something like that, I would accept it and seek to improve and learn from it. But well, shrug, tis just an innocent little comment, probably, and that's that, really.
And well, I could be bitchy about the AC DEP exam performance, Theasthai, but I shall be as diplomatic as possible. But I am suitably and honestly impressed by a number of the candidates; firstly, Ben, who did something from Wuthering Heights, who had a gorgeous kind of English royalty sort of voice which was perfect for his piece. Annapurna, who very realistically portrayed a mentally handicapped kid, and Deanna, who played a young woman with physical deformities. Others of note would be Laura with Chinadoll, the girl who played I'm A Good Little Girl and the one who did the Mayor of Zalamea or something like that, I forget.
I'm sure there were others who were not bad, just that I didn't notice. I did however, notice the significant amount of shouting and bad, bad diction. Which is quite sad, but alright, rather unfair to be judging them based on that since I supposed they haven't really had all that much training. I just thought expectations should kind of be higher though, since it's an exam and all. And I do admit, I'm slightly discriminating against terrible diction and timbre, cadence of voice quality, and of course biased towards the opposite. Human nature, I suppose, to be drawn to the aesthetically pleasing. But I suppose I shouldn't be too critical seeing as how I'm really not all that good myself. Haha. Yes, yes except for playing psychotic crying women it seems.
Oh and there was quite a bit of fooling around and joking on Friday, which was designated Jared Grooming Day, although when Crystal and I met him we weren't very sure where to bring him so we just tried a couple of guy's shops and made him try a whole ton of clothes. And in the process, somehow managed to purchase some items of our own as well, which we kind of saw along the way; while poor Jared didn't find anything suitable. Got chided by Tzeyi when he (finally) arrived to drive us to Marine Parade to get Jared's MACHIAM shoes and some clothes too. HEY we didn't deserve the scolding, we did try! But do we look like we know where to buy guy's clothings? While waiting for someone who was oh, let me think, THREE hours late? Gosh...
And WELL, we have impeccably high standards for clothing so if it doesn't look fantastic, its out. NO to scary baby/bright/light/whatever yellow/blue t-shirts!


Okay I'm just kidding. (About the mad and threatening part, not the swerving.)
Okay it's slightly annoying how I always look terrible in these madcap candid shots but oh well, if it's entertaining.
AHAHAHA SG Idol is such a laugh.... HILARIOUS man oh my goodness. Hahaha I'm glad I stayed home to watch it. Why on earth do people subject themselves to such humiliation though?! I mean if it's all in the name of good fun and if they just went there to clown around a bit and have some fun it's alright, but oh dear some really, really tone deaf people go there, announce that they're so good and can be the next Singapore Idol, proceed to sing completely off key, flat, or with forgotten/mispronounced lyrics and then look totally surprised when they get rejected, and run out in tears! Simply bizarre. Perhaps it would have been kinder if their friends told them the truth about their singing and not allowed them to be publicly humiliated, over national tv even. I suspect some of the rejects were hired to make the show interesting. Because interesting and entertaining, that it was. Nothing to make for good tv like quirky, amusing, downright laughable characters.
Shakes head. Slight errors in pronouncation and diction get on my nerves. Horrendously bad ones like 'nong nong ago' and 'stars up above in your lice', however, crack me up BIG time. In my opinion, the idea is probably to either be damn good, or just downright baaaaaaaad/different/funny. The average ones sometimes not only don't get through, but don't even get their 15 seconds of fame or get shown in totally unflattering 3 second shots showing them singing bad notes.
Hah. Perhaps next year I shall go join too, and experience all the amusing events firsthand. You can count on me not to cry or make a big fuss about getting rejected or accepted in the first round though, what's up with all that melodrama? Maybe its the self-conscious-there's-a-camera-pointing-at-me syndrome. Haha anyone up to join me for some fun? I'm SOOO tickled.
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Added in from the previous post...
Sometimes Fate makes cruel mockeries of our short, transient lives. But often enough human follies and frustrations are a result of our own choices and mistakes, and simply our own damn fault, even though most people love to push the blame to someone or something else. We're all guilty of it. We like to blame fate for everything. It's true, that we cannot change the things which are truly beyond our control; but we can seek to change those which are. Because not doing anything at all and simply attributing a plight to Fate is usually a sign of laziness or unwillingness to strive for one's own ideals, or to just try. An excuse, to explain away one's own weaknesses or other undesirable qualities or situations which we all keep tucked away neatly under the cobwebs in the recesses of our closets.
But I think I now have a clearer inkling of the term 'not meant to be', and that some things won't succeed no matter how much one tries or works towards them. Like how if a patient is meant to die, no number of attempts to shock him with electric currents is going to bring him back.
But that doesn't mean we don't try.
Because... "then we can say, that we've done absolutely everything we could".
:11:51 PM: :sugah~plum