EXCITING TIMES!

1) Felt something running over my arm while i was sleeping at 3am on tues night. i instinctively flicked it off with my other hand and jumped out of bed to switch the lights on to find the mystery arm molester.

Damn it was a blardy cockroach.

it was belly up in the middle of the bed. how the hell was i gonna sleep for the rest of the night.

i went to wash away the cockroach juice on my finger which came from the flicking and came back to find the cockroach right side up, still on my bed, ready for battle.

shit.

in the end it ran off and disappeared down the side of my bed.

shit. so much for sweet dreams.
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2) Went to watch 881 with linnet on tues. At Tampines somemore.
who watches movies on tuesday nights at tampines?

Apparantly everyone.

When i got to tampines mall the queue outside Golden Village was snaking all the way out. i thought it was the queue for the restaurant beside the cinema, but it wasn't. i then thought maybe there was a promotion going on, this can't be the queue to buy tickets!

Linnet arrived shortly after. "wah! why the queue so long?? i didn't bother to book online because who watches movies on tuesday nights?"

the monitor was also telling us that 881 was selling fast.

"sekali they only have single seats then how?"
"haha...then we'll just sms each other goodbye after the show"

in the end we managed to get seats at the corner of the very first row, ("i've never sat so close before!") right at the time the movie was supposed to start.

And then we went to grab dinner.
"i don't think we can't bring in external food"
"let's hide the food"

Problem was we bought food from long john silvers, and the sets come in big bulky boxes that just won't fit into handbags.

We stuffed in what we could and walked in looking completely ridiculous with bulging and unzipped bags. it was so obvious we were hiding food.

anyway the guy let us in and miraculously the show started just as we walked in.

881 was a really good show by the way.
went to watch it without any expectations and it turned out very impressive.
it was affectionately hokkein, it was funny, it was sad, it was nonsensical.

Linnet and I talked about watching it a 2nd time, that's how good it is.

"a bit hard core to watch twice man"
"ya"
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3) Went to Gotham Penthouse on Wed with Ann Marie and Eugene.

Gotham Penthouse is the place with the HotBod male dancers. ann ma was excitedly telling me about her friend's visit there with all the "lapdances" so we decided to go check it out.

Poor Eugene didn't know it was a male dancing club until he got there.

"i'm the only guy in the club! everyone will think i'm gay!"

In the end it was quite disappointing. the dancing was quite cheesy and there just wasn't enough skin on show. every segment felt like a build up to a finale but the finale never came, so you walk away feeling "that's it?"

We decided maybe 10.30 pm was too early for a wild show so we'd stick around for the midnight show. we popped by MOS which was also having ladies night so we could walk in free (except Eugene, who not only generously paid for his entrance, he even offered us the 2 drinks that came with the entrance fee. "you're the perfect clubbing friend Eugene!")

MOS was uncharacteristically quiet on wed. it was almost empty.

At midnight we went back to Gotham. and the show was as bland as the first one. i almost fell asleep. we want more skin man!

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4) drinking and sleeping late on a wed night means i get a very crappy and sleepy thurs morning at work.

my parents decided thurs was a good night to go pubbing at tanjong pagar and dragged me there too.

2 clubbing nights in a row!

Thurs was also my conference call night so i had to call in the conference from outside the pub. i thought the hotel lobby would be a good place to take the call but alas, the hotel band was in full blast.

So everyone in the call could hear the band playing cranberries' zombie in the background.

"yes i think we will be issuing the report soon"
"zombie..zombie...zombie...eh eh eh"
"we need to have resolution to the problem"
"zombie...zombie...wat's in my head....in my head...."

"can anyone hear the music?"
"ah yes, it's coming from my side."
"yvonne?"
"yes?"
"can you move to somewhere quieter?"
"ok no problem"
"yvonne's probably at MOS", my US customer quipped.
"er..that was yesterday" i replied bashfully.

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5) went juggling on friday. i was too tired to have a good session, but i did meet a new juggler from Germany who just came to singapore.

He is a wonderful contact juggler and taught me a few basic moves. i might just finally get into contact juggling with him around as a mentor.

He was also quite keen on busking. i told him about my busking experiences in the past where we went in a big group, did a group performance and spent the night's earnings at KFC.

those were fond memories.

He replied that those are exactly the kind of experiences he was looking for, so hey it looks quite possible i'll finally start busking again.

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Network Programming

My next project at work is to write a program that can talk to the database server.

As usual this is one of my itchy backside 吃饱没事做 initiatives.

If i can succeed i may very well end 9 years of inefficiency.

I have formed a good working relationship with one of my technicians. She's always full of complaints ("this is not a complaint, this is feedback"), but all her complaints make sense, and i find myself being challenged all the time to solve her complaints.

My chicken butt program came about because of her "feedback", and i've written a few other batch files to solve her other feedback.

i actually enjoy her challenges. it's a push for me to think, learn and create things. I think she appreciates too that someone is listening.

Anyway, i'm quite excited about this new project because network programming is entirely new to me. i may not even succeed. I have a sample code written in Labview, which is mind boggling to anyone unfamiliar with it (like me).

Was telling henry that i have a hard time coding "hello world" in labview, much less do network programming.

"be brave," was his reply," you're walking into unchartered territory!"

At the back of my head i'm also wary that one day the IT cops would come charging down to find out who's the idiot trying to hack into the server.

And then i think of AH's advice a long time ago.
"A good engineer will always get himself into trouble," he said, "the trick is you must know how to get out of it."

The other reason why i'm excited is because if i succeed, this would be THE program that would revolutionise the way pple do things.

The system is so completely redundant and time wasting now and when you talk to the pple involved who could change things, you find the usual bureaucratic answers.

the pple who design the system usually don't use the system enough to feel the pains of the common pple. i'm a believer of getting feedback "from the ground" and acting on it. What should happen in theory usually doesn't happen in real life.

Henry was like "wah! you aiming for some promotion huh"

I was really thinking about leaving a legacy behind. a legacy of software programs. where 5 years down the road, someone may say "oh the program with the chinese words. yeah it was written by this engineer we had. she also created the chicken butt program....."

wouldn't that be cool?

perhaps all this "leaving the world a better place" thought is too much wishful thinking. at least i come away with more knowledge on network programming and labview.

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suddenly everyone around me is saying they saw me on TV. at first i was quite puzzled, that documentary was shown in feb!

then someone told me TV mobile is running reruns of that docu.

ah, that explains it.

i feel like there's so many things to do that i'm not really doing anything.

The One With The "hill also can flood?"

"help!" i sms-ed MH in the middle of saturday. "i'm stranded on top of a hill. the bus comes once every hour and it's pouring. the place is flooding!"

and like a true engineer MH spotted the logical flaw and replied "huh? hill also can flood?" instead of focussing on my SOS signals.

If sms has font sizes i'd put my "help" in font size 72 and everything else in font 8.

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saturday has finally came and gone.

i spent 3 nights, 2 sleepless (~1hr sleep) nights and 7 hours on saturday for a "10 min" performance.
I got paid peanuts, not the NKF kind, and once again i'm in a situation where i'll earn more working in KFC.

can't say it hadn't been fun, sometimes in a warped way.
i did some bread juggling in the act,
so for 2 nights in a row i found myself cleaning up bread crumbs from my bed at 4am in the morning.

1 piece of bread contains 500,000 bread crumbs i tell you.
i wonder what my maid thinks of all the bread crumbs when she cleans the bed in the morning.
i'm like a closet bullimic except that i'm not thin which makes me a failed bulimic(?).

anyway i'm not a bullimic binging on bread at 4am.
i'm just a kookoo juggling bread at 4am in the morning.
above the bed no less. so that i can sleep on crumbs. (the real reason is so that i can re-use the bread...argh it's complicated)

it's just quite a sight watching sleepy me moodily cleaning bread crumbs on the bed.
at 4am.
for 2 nights in a row.

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the rates i'm getting paid for this gig is really not all that bad.
except that the venue is some super ulu place in the middle of nowhere.
so it took me 2 hours to get there.

it's on top of some hill i never knew existed.
and they closed up all public transport because they're running a marathon.
so i can't drive up, and i can't cab up. i doubt taxis even know the place anyway.

there is ONE sbs bus that comes ONCE every hour.
and even then it stops at the bottom of the hill leaving you staring at a 75 degree slope.

the organisers arranged a shuttle bus from the nearest civilisation, and that comes every 15 min.
which is great, except that buses coming OUT of the hill comes ONCE every TWO hours!!!
so they're taking all these swarmps of pple up the hill,
and they're not taking us down!

we're like the sand from indonesia here to fill up the hill!

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did anyone mention,
i was carrying a 2 kg guitar on my back and a 2 kg trolley with all my props (e.g. bread).

i bet i lost 5kg of weight to that hill that day.

anyway i dropped off the shuttle bus,
walked down 5 flights of steep staircases with all the sportily dressed marathon pple,
and did what i did.
halfway through it started pouring,
and the sheltered area we were in seriously started flooding.

the boxes of lucky draw prizes at the side of the stage were floating on the water.
the DJ was scrambling to prevent the sound system (which is wired all over the floor) from getting short circuited.

so i was basically stranded.
not just on the hill. but in the flooding tent on top of the hill. with all the other indonesian sand pple.

After a few hours, the rain subsided a little and then there was a decision to make.
Do i walk DOWN the hill, for an unknown distance, to catch the SBS bus which comes at an unknown time,
or do i walk up 5 flights of blardy steep stairs to catch the shuttle?

i decided to go for certainty.

i tell you, the 5 flights alone made me lost 2 kg of weight.

bear in mind my 2kg of guitar on my back and the 2kg of trolley i'm carrying.

i plugged in my mp3 player, took a deep breath and started the ascent in the light rain.

at the final flight i was truly out of breath and needed to stop.
i thought i was alone so i swung around wildly and startled the guy behind me.
(i was startled too to find someone behind me)

"do you need help?" he asked.
(*what a gentleman!! swoon. now why didn't he ask at the FIRST flight of stairs?!*)

"no it's ok," i kay-kiang-ly answered, "only one more flight, it should be...er...yah actually can you help?"

so he grabbed my trolley and walked up.
the silly thing is my mp3 was in the trolley and i was holding the earphones so in the end 2 of us looked like cartoon.
he was walking fast, and i was trying to keep up, with the earphone wires connecting us both.
it was like i was holding a leash on him, or that he was pulling me up.

"did you run in the marathon?" i asked between panting for breath.
"no it got cancelled," he laughed.

and with that we reached the top and he disappeared somewhere between the bushes.

i waited 45 min for that shuttle bus that came LATE.
in the meantime i decided to give a little kindness back to the world and offered to share my umbrella with another guy waiting in the rain for the bus.
he took the offer and we had a decent chat waiting for the bus.

(at one point he exclaimed, "oh so YOU WERE THE ONE ON STAGE."
"yeah," i laughed, "I WAS the one. the wig, the bread, all in there." i pointed to the trolley)


and that was the day i got stranded on the hill that, yes, can flood.

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I thought i'd either feel depress or very happy after the act.
cos the act was quite strange, and it's either gonna bomb big time or it'll work great.

amazingly i felt very neutral.
i wished i taped myself down to get a better idea.

but usually i have a good feel of how the act went,
by looking at the audience's reaction and just my gut feel,
but this time i was just totally neutral.

one reason could be the lack of sleep has dulled my senses.

another could be that it bombed but i had so much fun being strange that it was fun for me.

i'm more inclined to think that it did not bomb (hence i'm not depressed) but it could be a lot better (hence i'm not happy).

it was another of those full of fluff and not much stuff kind of performance.
and i think what i need is to add more substance to what is already there.

it's a work in progress.

it was fun though.

i edited voiceovers in my soundtrack. and i used indian accented voiceovers. Turned out the emcees that day were all female indian emcees so it sounded just like them. you could see they were shocked initally wondering where the voice came from.

and then of course i was lugging my guitar around and the next act after mine was an acoustic guitar singer so he came up to me and asked "hi are you singing too?"

"no, i'm the juggler" i replied.
"oh ok, cos i see you have the guitar"
"yeah, but the guitar no string one"
"oh."

Till the next flooding hill adventure,
ta.

Another (?!) Video From Me...This One Not So Nice

This one was done on impulse on Sunday.
Filmed, edited and accidentally uploaded all within 2 hours.
I didn't even know it was up there until i accidentally stumbled upon it.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=002zFWMPkY4


The original intention was to write to the MD of Osram to thank him for the light balls and to hope that he will make even better LED juggling balls.

Halfway writing the email i chickened out. Imagine the MD waddling through tons of million dollar emails and suddenly he finds a youtube video juggling OSRAM light bulbs.

Actually that sounds quite good. I may still do it.

The balls took me for a wild goose chase from Funan to Plaza Sing before i nailed them at Marina.

They are not meant for juggling. God knows what they're supposed to be. They pretty much suck as juggling balls but the lights make up so brilliantly for it.

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I'm preparing for a show on Saturday.
It's so blardy tiring and stressful to prepare stuff after work.
how to be enthusiastic when i'm not even energized.

trying to make use of bus time to brainstorm.
so i'll get wild and excited on my way to work, and then in the office for the rest of the day i become Dilbert where too much logical thinking is involved, and then after work i try to be Momoko san again.

i'm gonna be bipolar soon.

i spent the entire saturday searching through 300+ youtube videos on japanese performers.
From the videos, the streets of japan must be wild man.

Alright back to preparation.

Another YouTube Video from Yours Truly



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDQsLtdUSfs


This video was actually filmed and edited around new year of 2007. Haven't had luck uploading it because of the damn modem. Now that the modem is fixed (and wireless!), the PC is out and my laptop does not have the RAM power to do video editing.

Argh! there's a conspiracy to stop me from distributing videos.


Here's the excerpt from the blog post in 2 Jan about the filming of this video:
http://juggleress.blogspot.com/2007/01/simple-life-this.html

i'm up in these wee hours of the morning doing some video editing.
yes the 2nd singapore juggler video is coming up soon!

spent the last day of 2006 going round singapore to juggle and getting some footage with MJ.
i've been twinkling with the idea of juggling in the bugis fountain for ages.
that's right, IN. not beside, not outside, but INside the fountain area.

with my spare set of clothes i was all game for it.
i wasn't counting on seeing the new year's eve crowd there all crammed at bugis though.

"are you sure you want to do this?" MJ asked.
"like a lot of pple hor....shit...and there're children inside, and i'm like a big buffalo going in, that's the worst part..like so lao already still wanna play"

so we stood there to observe for half hour while i decided whether to do it or chicken out.
"heck it min, let this be the last thing i do before 2007! i'm going in!"
and so i did.

quite embarassing really.

The Best National Day in A Long While!

Most national days are non-events for several years now.
Today was one of the rare national days where no one at home caught the parade on telly at all,
but that's besides the point.

i'm blogging at 2.30am so you'd think i have something impt to blog abt.
i'm just too excited to sleep.

yes the brain is still buzzing from the japanese busking acts.

woke up today and immediately headed out to catch more acts.
it was time well spent,
save for the fact that coming home from city hall at 9pm was a nightmare.

i bet i saw all 5 million "singaporean" foreigners tonight, and perhaps 200,000 native singaporeans.

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instead of clutching that financial planning book that is looking increasingly boring,
today i brought along my trusty notepad.
the one i sketched all things juggling related. from inspiration to ideas to tricks of the past and present.
the long neglected book has been sitting on the table for so long the pen tip dried up.

so during the pockets of time when i was waiting for acts to start,
i sat at the kopitiams writing furiously.

ideas don't come in pairs, they come in herds.

i have a new weird routine now.
the blueprint is in place, now it's just sourcing for the things to make it happen.

i'm thinking of performing bits of it for the nus gig next week.
i bet they didn't see this coming when they called for a "juggler".

i think it's gonna be fun.
in my head now anyway.
i hope i have the courage to really try it.
it's gonna be "bizarre".
and it's either gonna work or be a complete diasaster.
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i caught the rest of the acts today, almost all of them.

there's another lady today whose act was even stranger than the inspiring one i saw yesterday.
but while the one yesterday was bizarre but very funny in a comedic way,
this one didn't go out to be funny. it was just a really really bizarre act.

she reminded me of andy kaufman.
the "genius" who pushed the audience-performer boundaries to the limit.
for him the audience's reaction was as much part of the act as what he's doing on stage.
and most of the audience wouldn't know it. but the few who knew, himself included, always had the last laugh.

so he'd do things like sleep on the stage for the whole 2 hours that a full house audience paid good money to watch. they were expecting a performance obviously but he just took out a blanket and slept.

anyway so this lady reminded me of kaufman.
i think she meant to be a performance artiste anyway, not just a busker.

her act was really weird and awkward until you think in a third person point of view.
like someone watching the show about her and the audience,
and then it becomes quite funny.

cos she was doing a lot of wu liao things and the crowd was just standing there watching her do wu liao things.

a collective waste of time.

i don't think it's easy doing this because the performer has to deal with all the awkward moments that most performers try so hard to eliminate completely.

kudos to her performer's courage.
and yeah her mime act is quite kick ass too.

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yay i'm inspired again!
going to work tmrw is almost a killjoy.
i keep thinking today is saturday.
better go sleep so i can get some decent juggling practice after work.

The Taste of Inspiration

i just came back from catching the japanese busker's festival a few hours ago.

ah the taste of inspiration,
where have you been.

ever since they severed off the international busker's festival,
they drained my well of inspiration away.

but today i saw again,
and what better way
than to observe the kings and queens of creativity themselves,
the royal japaneses.

out of the line up of 4 buskers i caught today,
i really meant to catch only 3 of them because they seemed to be doing juggling.
but it was the one that i watched "since i'm there already and there's nothing to do" that blew my mind away.

such is the nature of fate.

her act was a mix of pantomime and a bagful of creativity and theatrics.
it was so bizarre
(i love the word "bizarre" because that was what Mr Southern used to describe our pink flamingos act)

she looked so bizarre that a crowd formed even without her doing anything.
and i always thought the only easy way to get a crowd is through fire.

she did not speak a word throughout her routine
but she was so funny through her actions and her 欠打face.

her last act was the epitome of creativity and skill,
it was overall a blast and she deserved every penny of the 5 bucks i gave her
and i'm sure the rest of the huge crowd thought so too.

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throughout my bus ride home the brain was buzzing away.
(ironically i was clutching a book called "smart finacial planning for retirement in singapore" which seemed so serious and boring compared to the ideas spinning in my head)

i may have a new busking routine ready.
a concept anyway.
i still need to materialize it.

being bizarre is a skill in itself.
and instead of always emulating the western buskers, perhaps it's time to take advantage of who we really are.
singaporean buskers.

ah and it's national day too!
happy birthday singapore!
may you give birth to many more local buskers soon!

looking forward to tmrw's line up of buskers.
i have a feeling i'll find the quirky ones more enjoyable again.

i think i'm ready to renounce my self imposed juggling retirement,
not that anyone but myself really cares.

it's time to unleash weirdness! :)

i'm WIRELESS!!!!

ok so i'm later than the rest of the techy population by light years but better late than never yea?

my laptop is 7 years old (!)
so obviously there's no wireless thingy on it.
in fact it's so wired even the CD rom is USB based,
which makes formatting my laptop a very interesting task.

because installing an OS uses a bootup CD.
but my USB CD drive needs the OS to activate the USB.
so no OS, no USB.
but no USB, also no OS.

and that's the story of how Henry spent 2 days (and nights) trying to find out how to install WinXP on my laptop.

wow i can't believe my laptop is 7 years old.
it's still working well too.
it's original hard disk space was only 10GB,
not even enough to install WinXP.
some mp3 players these days are already 10GB. hmmm.

henry popped by again today and wireless-ed up my house.
my laptop is completely mobile now.
i can even surf in the toilet if i want to do that.

i used to think it's painful to tear apart the PC to install the wireless card.
but now they have USB wireless adapters!
wow....you can just about get anything these days.

you can even get power extension cords with 7 plugs.
which henry promptly bought and subsequently blew up the fuse from his room.

"i just caused a blackout." he msged me at 2am. "the power point in my room's not working. now i need to get an extension cord to wire the fan in."
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i've gone wireless with my mp3 too.
bought a 2 GB SD card to dump many songs into my phone.
so now i'm bluetoothing songs to my wireless stereo headset.

i can now juggle pocketless-ly!
yay!

i think the phone's not really designed to play 2 GB's worth of songs though.
oh well...
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it's been an exciting few days.
i'm freshly inspired by a lot of financial planning/investment stuff.
there's so much to learn and so much to read.

some japanese buskers are coming in on wed and thurs.
street performances going on as part of NDP.
looking forward to checking them out.
japanese entertainers are usually creative and quirky.

i just bought $50 worth of Osram lighted balls last week.

Darren told me about them and very kindly emailed me the web-link with a list of the shop branches all over singapore.

following his list, i excitedly popped by Funan (shop closed down), and then plaza sin (shop moved a year ago) before i got exasperated.

("is the webmaster Darren?" Di-hong laughed. "i think it is!!" i sms-ed Di-hong after the plaza sin trip. "actually the webmaster is me" he sms-ed back.)

anyway i finally tracked down the shop. i've been obsessed with the balls ever since he told me abt them.

the balls look BEAUTIFUL. mesmerizing. i don't know why normal pple would buy them, but these are the prettiest and cheapest lighted juggling balls i've seen.

the only big disadvantage is that since the balls are not meant to be juggled (i don't know what they're meant to be used for), they're too big, too smooth, too light and too fragile.

in fact i broke one ball 2 minutes after getting it out of the box and juggling it.
it was quite easily fixed by superglue, but there is a real fear of dropping.

Discussion with Di-hong on how to modify the balls to make them juggle-able:

"i think we should wrap some rubber latex material round it. for grip", i suggested.
"balloons?"
"yeah but must be transparent otherwise block the light. i think can use condoms?"
"don't get the flavored ones. and they must be quite big to cover the whole ball."
"actually i think should get the smallest ones. so that the ball battery cover is stretched in place"
"smallest ones...hmmm..." he mulled.
"yeah. maybe ask for sizes for 11 year olds."
"i think the cashier will call the police"
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i was with some female colleagues the other day and we started discussing about cute guys at work.
after thinking very hard (there's almost none) we started converging to one guy.

"wait are we talking about the same guy?"
"Must be la. there aren't that many cute guys!"

5 min into the duscussion and the very resourceful ladies dispatched a person to find out about the guy's background.
since i'm the only unmarried one in the group, i became the target of this matchmaking conspiracy.

2 hours later...
"he's local. 26. single and available! the next round i should be able to get his number! when i see him walking around next time i'll message you to come over!"

they're a lot more excited than i am
and they seem more interested in his number and background than i am.

i don't really care playing along but the news/rumours seem to be spreading......hmmm...
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i had a ticket to the NDP preview the last week.
usually i'm not big on NDPs.
squeezing with the crowd is a nightmare and somemore it's always ONE ticket so you're squeezing and waiting with the crowd alone.

i went this year though.
wanted to catch the first marina bay show.
and i heard much about the goody bag fan.
and there's poi in the show too.

the fan is really something.
it's a normal handheld fan, running on batteries and 2 blades spinning to generate wind.
but there're LEDs on one blade so when the fan is on, words start to form.

it really looks quite cool.
like the fan is talking to you.

one day they'll start broadcasting news on the fan.
DOW Jones index and ST index news scrolling round while you fan yourself.

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i found the NDP show quite boring actually.
it reminded me of North Korea's dictator celebrations, with the masses doing some dance and display.

i was hoping it'll make me feel patriotic like the last one i went to did.
but it was more a spectator show and you don't get involved much.

i may be biased because the last one i went to was the one i was a crowd-warmer for.
that one was really quite special. (it's the one with the steph sun song and mass dance)
something about the show was very touching and filled one up with patriotism.

i was at the NE show, the preview and the actual thing and enjoyed every one of them.
our batch of crowdwarmers was also a lot more enthusiastic i thought.
we really went out to enjoy ourselves and infect the crowd with our energy.

ahh the memories.
of how we danced in the rain and strangers offered us ponchos.
of how an auntie offered me a plastic bag so i can sit down without dirtying my white nurse costume.
of exchanging name cards at the VIP section.
of juggling in the MPs holding area and then for the First Lady at the gallery

i looked at the crowdwarmers this year and smiled at the outrageous costumes they had to wear.
Lucky not our year.
the warmers for my section weren't very enthusiastic so that's a pity.
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the pre-parade entertainment showcased all of singapore's talents.
including the inspiring Dim sum dollies.
(pam oei always cracks me up.)

i looked at the stage and it looks so right to have a juggler on it.
i can imagine someone doing a juggling routine up there and it'll fit right in.
perhaps someday.

time to log off my wireless laptop and get some wireless rest.
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