Saturday, March 27, 2004
Stones in his pockets
or rather, feet in his shoes.
Today has been rather interesting. I learnt what foot reflexology is all about. At present moment I'm trying to work out what masochistic tendancies drive people to re-present at a reflexologist. I have a sneaky feeling it'll come to me sooner or later.
I also saw a certain individual in pink, from the mydreamd8 in the flesh. Well, to be honest I saw almost all of them (save the ozzies who're the really good-looking ones, bugger it) in the flesh.
So um let's call her Ms Pinky, well first impressions (and honestly, a blog competition based on how many pictures there are in the blog is all about first impressions) were, my goodness. She's shorter than I thought. Otherwise she looks pretty much like the 1000124901 other pictures of herself posted on her blog. She sounded approximately as intelligent as a small pebble, but then again Ms generic Host (rather pretty, unsurprisingly) didn't give many of the contestants a chance to wow us with their wit, eloquence or verbal aptitudes. So I'm probably being harsh. Pinky was, amongst the crowd (?gaggle?) of other females, pretty unremarkable.
The looker of the lot was J, who, can it be, appeared to have the intellect of a rather much smaller pebble, or perhaps a grain of sand. I know I'm being harsh, but honestly. That demure act... puh-LEASE. Does she really expect us to buy that. Oh yeah. Singaporean crowd. Pause.
Let's put it this way :
Ms Generic Host : Say hello, J!
J : (subscript) hello...
Ms G H : You can do better than that, say hello louder, J!
J : (subscript) hello...
Roll eyeballs.
**********
So a certain Clay Aiken fan has not-so-subtly alluded to my failure to write about our meeting under the exotic eaves of Empire Place, Raffles Hotel.
Well, I was busy having my neck and feet realigned. And yesterday I was busy accompanying my mum on the piano. This being on holiday stuff is hard work.
Okay, lame excuses. But true!
Well, the meeting went okay. Ms Aiken's friends were rather opiniated, resulting in several heated, but ostensibly enjoyable discussions. They carried themselves with the authority, and uncommon grace of Consultant Orthopedic Surgeons. Nuff Said.
Ms Aiken herself was rather a surprise, being quite different to the vocal Valkyrie I'd imagined her to be, and rather demure. But then again, her friends were making enough noise for six I guess.
I'd also imagined her taller. I suppose it's the whole Valkyrie image-thingie. But hey. Welcome to the world of reality, transposed on virtual-reality. WYSINWYI.
But smaller and quieter isn't necessarily a minus. And first impressions, as we all know count for little.
I suppose it wouldn't hurt getting to know Ms Aiken, and perhaps even Ms Pinky better. Hmm. Or perhaps it would, that last one...
or rather, feet in his shoes.
Today has been rather interesting. I learnt what foot reflexology is all about. At present moment I'm trying to work out what masochistic tendancies drive people to re-present at a reflexologist. I have a sneaky feeling it'll come to me sooner or later.
I also saw a certain individual in pink, from the mydreamd8 in the flesh. Well, to be honest I saw almost all of them (save the ozzies who're the really good-looking ones, bugger it) in the flesh.
So um let's call her Ms Pinky, well first impressions (and honestly, a blog competition based on how many pictures there are in the blog is all about first impressions) were, my goodness. She's shorter than I thought. Otherwise she looks pretty much like the 1000124901 other pictures of herself posted on her blog. She sounded approximately as intelligent as a small pebble, but then again Ms generic Host (rather pretty, unsurprisingly) didn't give many of the contestants a chance to wow us with their wit, eloquence or verbal aptitudes. So I'm probably being harsh. Pinky was, amongst the crowd (?gaggle?) of other females, pretty unremarkable.
The looker of the lot was J, who, can it be, appeared to have the intellect of a rather much smaller pebble, or perhaps a grain of sand. I know I'm being harsh, but honestly. That demure act... puh-LEASE. Does she really expect us to buy that. Oh yeah. Singaporean crowd. Pause.
Let's put it this way :
Ms Generic Host : Say hello, J!
J : (subscript) hello...
Ms G H : You can do better than that, say hello louder, J!
J : (subscript) hello...
Roll eyeballs.
**********
So a certain Clay Aiken fan has not-so-subtly alluded to my failure to write about our meeting under the exotic eaves of Empire Place, Raffles Hotel.
Well, I was busy having my neck and feet realigned. And yesterday I was busy accompanying my mum on the piano. This being on holiday stuff is hard work.
Okay, lame excuses. But true!
Well, the meeting went okay. Ms Aiken's friends were rather opiniated, resulting in several heated, but ostensibly enjoyable discussions. They carried themselves with the authority, and uncommon grace of Consultant Orthopedic Surgeons. Nuff Said.
Ms Aiken herself was rather a surprise, being quite different to the vocal Valkyrie I'd imagined her to be, and rather demure. But then again, her friends were making enough noise for six I guess.
I'd also imagined her taller. I suppose it's the whole Valkyrie image-thingie. But hey. Welcome to the world of reality, transposed on virtual-reality. WYSINWYI.
But smaller and quieter isn't necessarily a minus. And first impressions, as we all know count for little.
I suppose it wouldn't hurt getting to know Ms Aiken, and perhaps even Ms Pinky better. Hmm. Or perhaps it would, that last one...
