Weekend of inspiration.

Weekend has been great. Not fabulous, but great. It kicked start on Friday night with a shopping spree comes first 'date' with Nisa for our 3 years studying together. Easy is definitely not what it takes to 'ask her out' - so I was pretty surprised and delighted when she agreed to head to town with me. And it amazed me again when she knew from Far East Plaza to Takashimaya way too well despite not being a shopaholic (like yours truly). The evening was full of randomness and self-indulgence, really. Nevertheless, I still wished to magically convert all the bags back into cash at the end of the day - like million other times when I unleash my shopping desire. Oh, probably it more or less reflected my attitude towards life for the moment, for the day, for the night. Heck care. I desire - as much as any true Scorpio does.

Saturday night was spent with Benny and the dudes from Batavia watching an outdoor gig at the Esplanade. It was my first time meeting the Batavia boys but the ice-breaking process didn't take long. They'd just been back from their jam session and were making fun of their vocalist's 'idol' attitude, which seemed unbearable to me. No harm joining in the fun and laughed until our jaws fatigued. Under the limelight, 'For This Cycle', 'Blind Meets Mute' and 'Duxton Plains' were not bad of young and amateur musicians, I'd say. It's really inspiring to see how you can bring your passion and dreams onto the stage, dedicating all that you have to the audience, receiving attention and (most importantly) appreciation from the crowd.

To watch people shine kinda makes me regret not fully pursuing all those colorful interests earlier, which was partly due to my parents' (unique?) mindset. Yes, they think too much of artsy-fartsy stuff causes a child to grow up with an abnormal set of emotions. Well, they taught me how to keep my focus focused in a way, but not without uncountable opportunities being missed. Nevertheless, I guess it's not too late to be serious about something I'm really into. *Points to my profile* - music - it saves my soul everyday, and I won't restrain my love for understanding and creating it (by anyway) anymore.

Back to the dudes, from their recorded performances, I'd say they're good drummer and guitarists, and hopefully they can find a promising substitute for the annoying vocalist who is more annoying than the infamous Annoying Orange. And it would be my pleasure to work with them given possibility and availability. Until then, you have a strong supporter plus free promoter for d'acoustic, Benny's band, and Batavia, the rock boys, right here.

Next, Sunday. The last hours of the lively weekend were occupied by a fashion show and friends. I was supposed to meet Zilla, the sweetie, for a (shhh...) plan but she was caught up with something else, so yeah. As Mr. Enrique 'requested', I dragged my sister (for company) to YMCA building for 'Fashion in the Sky' - a combination of music, bazaar and fashion for charity, all on the rooftop beside a pool. While my dear friend was busy with his job as a photographer, I enjoyed myself with a coupla orange juice, looking at well-dressed people around and appreciating live acoustic performances. The fashion show itself wasn't that professional but acceptable considering its purpose. A few mistakes and technical errors here and there didn't spoil anyone's mood, I assumed. The funniest thing happened right after the show finished and when people's attention was diverted away from the runway. This lady immediately jumped into the pool for a few laps as if she'd been waiting for ages to complete her usual routine. Alright, if she were hot or something close, I would probably admire the confidence. But with her size, my friend Enrique implied that she was hot in a very OMG-HELP manner. Well, at least give her a round of applause for the eagerness to exercise (not like my sister).

As Enrique insisted on having dinner together with us (though honestly I'd have been very tired if I were him), we took a bus down Bugis to find Polar Bear, who was working at Keypoint. Think I'm good at reading maps - every time I follow the directions memorized, I do find the place. Is it a girl or guy thing? Either way, seeing Polar Bear after ages was like so exciting, reminding me of the old days when I stayed there and we could meet up at the most random time on Earth just to chat. And one random fact we found out - thanks to the power of Facebook - he's in the same class with my ex's ex (knowing her name and having seen her in real before, I'm sure she's the one). Fun to know, but we have better things to care and talk about. Many thanks for the inspirational articles you sent me by the way. Perhaps I'll discuss about one of the topics in another entry.

Last but not least, congratulate me if you're my friend - it's been 2 weeks since the you-know-what event and I've been a good girl for a week now. What I mean by being a good girl includes no emotional crisis, no urge to contact, no profile stalking and very limited distraction from anything I do. Good sign, yes? Of course, things ain't that straightforward - I can't understand the feeling when I walked the path from Takashimaya to Orchard station, when I took bus from City Hall at 11+, when my sister made me pissed off and cry, when I woke up in the morning thinking of a dream, and blah. Reminiscence, hatred, self-pity, pain? Whatever, I can now smile without a heavy heart. ♥

Somehow, you're happy for me, aren't you?