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Monday, June 28, 2004

24 Hour Party People...literally

Just came back from a Lake Don Pedro weekend, where more than 30 DJs played music from sunset, to moon-rise, to moon-set, to sunrise, i.e. non-stop for more than 3 days. We raved to great music (everyone's a DJ) and jetskiied; swam in the lake, camped out, and chilled...and there's nothing like sleeping cuddled in a tent watching the stars melt into your eyes.
kellykelly, 6/28/2004 01:38:00 pm | link | 0 comments |
What can YOU do in 43.34 seconds?

Singaporean shatters world SMS speed record

we hv sth 2B proud abt!
kellykelly, 6/28/2004 01:34:00 pm | link | 0 comments |

Thursday, June 24, 2004


I wanted to share some pictures and finally got them up online. Here are some of my favs from the roadtrip across Utah:

From the Arches. Sepia tones just makes everything look retro-fab.

Balancing rock. That's my finger.

That's my father's sunglasses, with my brother behind me pointing to an Arch.

A thumbs up:

I love taking pictures of dead trees. I have an entire collection.

This was in the middle of the Salt Lake Desert. We went for miles and miles of nothing but white sand...and in the middle of nowhere, this strange sculture.

And I save the best for last. It was unpublicized (you couldn't find it in brochures), but I found it randomly while we drove by the Arches National Park. I just gasped and pointed: it looks exactly like a...

kellykelly, 6/24/2004 12:15:00 am | link | 1 comments |

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Calming Times

Oopsie-Daisy...I have been letting my blogging discipline slip.

Excuse: I have been away once again. Off to Atlanta/North Carolina this time for a family vacation with the Considines. I loved Atlanta--it had a great vibe to it. North Carolina was pretty...having a 3-story house, porch with a view to kill and a jacuzzi outdoors, to stay in for the week was pretty damn amazing as well. Of course then, I spent most of my time, if not hiking, reading.

Books read:

Death of a Salesman: Ok that's cheating. It's a play. I finished it before the plane landed. I kept hearing of 'The Willy Loman' of late and while I knew the gist of it, I was curious. It's kinda depressing--all about dreams and unfulfilled dreams...bleh.

To Kill a Mocking Bird: I'm in love with the character Atticus Finch. I thought it would be fitting to read a book about the Deep South while in the South. I heard about racism going on in the Bible Belt and was bracing myself for some nasty experiences. Thankfully, perhaps due blissful ignorance, I encountered none. South and North Carolina were definitely white as hell, and there were churches reminding us that we were gonna burn in hell at every block. I caught a few glances here and there as I walked into a restaurant being the only non-white in the vicinity, but I interpreted it as curiosity (life is what you make it to be), nothing nasty at all...kinda like when people stare as an ang-moh walks into a hawker center in Singapore. Other than that, someone appeared to try to pick me up in the visitor's center in South Carolina by mumbling to me a pathetically pronounced "Ni Hao". Another, while watching me buy apples at a farmer's market, for the sake of casual conversation, told me that his wife "is Korean...and she loves apples too!" To which I replied, "oh really? Well, I love apples, but I don't think it's particularly an Asian thing..." He was just trying to be nice and make me feel comfortable.
I gotta say, I had a great time in the South (Georgie, South/North Carolina). People I met were very friendly and most had such purty southern accents. I have met more than one American who resolved to rid themselves of their southern accents having moved to the Big City (SF or NYC and the like) because it was just seen as red-neck, uneducated, un-classy. I, on the other hand, did not grow up in America, hence have no biases one way or other pertaining to that social stigma. And I thought the southern accent was pretty damn cute. Nothing turns me on like a nice Southern boy speaking to me in Southern. I have made Patrick speak southern to me more than once. ;p

Ishmael: Patrick has introduced this book to me over a year ago, and for some reason I just didn't pick it up. Our tastes in reading can be pretty different. He buys Adbusters while I subscribe to The Economist. But that's where we exchange information and equip ourselves with a wider scope of opinions. And 4 out of the 5 books he's reading now came through my recommendations. I digress. So Ishmael. With it's full title being "Ishmael: An Adventure of the Mind and Spirit", I was apprehensive...was it one of those tree-hugging books that Californians read??
It was. In a way. But I liked it. Especially towards the end. I was none too impressed at the beginning: my Berkeley education (environmental economics, geography) provided me enough information about sustainable development to ask for something more out of Daniel Quinn (author) or to agree (Man has developed as if he dominated Nature)/disagree (Malthusian population doomsday theories? Sorry, Mr Quinn, you didn't put forth a convincing case) with what he writes about. But the later part of the book about a biblical re-reading of Cain and Abel and how it applied to the eco-system was interesting...if only because I know next to nothing about the Bible.
In any case, I thought it was a thought-provoking book. If you want to read a summary of the point Ishmael makes though, this article 'Interview with a Fungus' from (surprise surprise!) The Economist is a great read.
And yes, I'm still (increasingly so) antagonistic towards capitalism. Was our industrial revolution a natural evolution of man? I need to pick up Karl Polanyi's 'The Great Transformation' once again.

The Curious Incident of a Dog at Night-time: A novel through the eyes of an autistic (idiot) savant. Ever since I watched a documentary on idiot savants on the discovery channel while back in S'pore, I've been amazed at their abilities. It's peppered with mathematical problems and insights into how a Savant brain works. While Patrick enjoyed the first part of the book more, with more math and science involved, I loved the last half of the book, where although things get so screwed up in normal human terms (we know so because we are 'normal'), the savant recounts it with the utmost simplicity as he has no comprehension of normal human emotions. Pretty damn interesting. Easy read. I enjoyed it.

Oh boy, this is turning out to be a longer post than intended. Back to the title of this post, these are indeed calming times for me, where I don't really have anything to do or think about. Hence I read profusely, given the chance to do so. I am hoping this ain't the calm before the storm, although it most likely is. In any case, I'm looking forward to the last 3 weeks I have in this kick-ass place. A boat party this weekend, a dance-off to Sasha followed by a camping trip on July 4th weekend, a farewell bash the following weekend and then off to Seoul for a few days, then helloooooooo work....
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Thursday, June 10, 2004


Aww shucks. It's been too long since I last updated. I had many thoughts. Just didn't have access to the computer.

A cursory glance:

I graduated (5/19). My family arrived (5/19). My graduation ceremony (5/20) being one of the happiest days in recent memory, without exaggeration. My family and I left for a 10 day road trip down Highway 1 (5/22), to LA (5/23-24), to Vegas (5/25-26), to North Rim Grand Canyon (5/27), to Kanab (Zion (5/28) and Bryce Canyon (5/30)), to Moab (Arches (5/31) and Canyonlands (6/1)), to Reno (6/2 stopping over), back to SF (6/3-6). On Sunday night (6/6), I sent them off at the airport. They went ahead to Hong Kong (still there now), while I snare some much needed alone time (just me and my books and my internet) before flying off again to Atlanta and North Carolina (6/10-20) to spend more family time, this time with the Considines.

And I received my one way ticket back to Singapore yesterday via Fedex. Will spend a few days in Seoul with Weekeong before arriving back, back, back on Sunday night (7/18).

Some thoughts:

Graduating was a breeze, given that I spent my last semester bumming with 8 units pass/not pass (I passed!). I enjoyed my finals thoroughly, given no pressure to achieve.

The graduation ceremony was a happy moment I didn't expect. I thought it'd be just one of the many. Wear that gown, that hat, hold that scroll, take pictures, blah blah blah. No biggie. But when I looked back at the stands and saw my parents and Uncle Frankie and Auntie Doris (parents of my best friend, family friends) who flew in from Singapore, my brother who flew in from Indiana, my uncle who flew in from NYC, Weekeong who flew in from Chicago, Patrick, his dad and his wife all cheering me on...I allowed myself the luxury of narcissism...I love these people and they were here for me! Me, me, me, it was my special occasion, my moment, my day, gosh darn-it, I am happy!

My family finally got to meet Patrick. Given that I've met and spent a significant amount of time with his family, I was itching for my family to reciprocate their welcome towards me. I was reminded how important it was to share loved ones with loved ones. Given that Patrick has become essential to my being, it could not have been otherwise. And while their natural and comfortable interaction was pretty much independent of any efforts on my part (I had to put in none), I had a strange feeling of pride for both parties (my family and my boyfriend). At the end of it, my mummy pointed at Pat and said "keep him hor", probably the highest accolade a boyfriend could get.

The National Parks we visited were just astounding, especially for a group of Singaporeans who hardly see anything on a massive scale actually. We never saw so many rocks. I found myself, while awed by the massive structures looming next to and above us, strangely attracted to the melancholy trees peppering the landscape. More pictures to follow.

I truly adore my family. We (I) have our (my) issues with each other and what not (issues being far more superficial than not: my brother farts too much, my mom snores too loud, my father has to keep time, and they all friggin' have to turn on the TV 24/7!!!!!), but I truly adore them, not just because "theyaremybloodandihaftalovethem". My brother's the nicest guy with whom I am completely open and comfortable with. My father, once the stern pillar of Expectations, has grown to be so accepting of who and what I am. My mom, who has grown more eccentric (in a good way) over the years cracks us up ceaselessly, is still that unconditional stronghold. They remain traditionally Asian, but with none of the conservative or close-minded views oft seen in parents (of all colors in fact). Just hafta appreciate them. Especially since we all believe that to maintain our fabulous relations with each other, we can't live under the same roof. (Speaking of which, anyone has apartments to rent in Singapore??)

Books: I kept myself entertained with John Steinback's 'Grapes of Wrath' and later, Nabokov's 'Speak, Memory'. It was a disorientating switch. From a book about starving victims from the dust bowl and the Great Depression in America, to memoirs of an aristocratic childhood in Russia. It was not only geography and history that differed, but the personalities of the authors themselves. I would love to see Steinback and Nabokov in the same room. Given that they exist on completely different frequencies, I would be surprised if they even noticed each other.

Regarding my one-way ticket back to Singapore, I am really feeling no upheaval of emotions as I thought I would or should. My suspicion is that it would likely hit me when I actually get there. For now, I feel pretty content with the anticipation of change ahead.
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