Wanted to blog a post last Wednesday, and before I knew it, the site is down again, such unreliable hosting is really getting on my nerves, and I would have blogged pretty plenty if I had it.
So I didn’t have the chance to announce of my plans to go away for a rather impromptu trip on Wednesday night, and boy was I glad I made the trip.
Will write more, cos now, is time for me to back up and go catch some sleep 
Mission for June (after this week, that is):
… and fill it up with the memories bottled in my mind, which I have missed physicalising (yes yes, I know such word doesn’t exist) them into words.
How do I put so much happenings, so much thoughts, so much people into this space when my typing and even my computers can’t keep up with the heavy, heavy weight, and the massive, massive amount of words that will personify all of the above?
I can only try. But a lousy keypad on a laptop isn’t helping. And with the number of series I am playing catch up on… and the countless other movies the others want me to play catching up with… sounds like catching up on this space takes the least priorities.
Yes yes, I have never watched Star Wars until I was 20+, and I have not watched a single Batman movie, methinks.
I don’t know what Indiana Jones is exactly about, and nope, not even Police Academy.
Those horror movies and all? Nope, never watched either. Superman? Er, nope either.
Even Harry Potter… wait, I did watch the first movie, didn’t enjoy it and never went back for the rest.
And James Bond? Of cos I have watched, only for Pierce Brosnan. I was trying to say I watched all of Austin Powers in comparison and I was scoffed at.
And the 15 movies in March alone did not include any of the classics above. I have a long way to go.
We have a movies night planned, and I wonder who is gonna get the popcorns. 
My friends look on to me with plenty of sympathy in their eyes and I can totally understand why. Cos I love movies, and I love how my emotions are strummed by the stories.. just like how I find myself being charmed by 1st season of GG, only to find great reluctance within me to watch the next season.
What so charming is everyone has a good side, no matter how sinister they may have came across, and you would not dislike anyone totally… And not to mention Chuck Bass is just so charming.
I would so love Dan.. if not for the finale. Bah.
And of cos, catching up on being the role of a mother.
These 5 months probably make me realise that I have not wasted my time to really.. do the things I have been meaning to do. And there have been so much, that I probably can’t even start to put them down here even for my own reference in the future.
I wish I have more time, like sometimes, as cliche as it sounds, time is not enough.
So, where do I start?
This is the best way to describe the weekend that ended a fabulous, fabulous week.
I finally got some access to the internet, though still have no guts to dismantle my CPU, and it was a great, great Saturday out, and a quiet Sunday in which saw me repaying all those sleep debt and spending some time squabbling with Minibean.
I met up with some ex-colleagues at Vivocity on Friday, before making my way down for a very very late dinner with Edmund, which explains why I was so low on sugar that I actually wanted to lie down on the food court cos I was feeling way too giddy.
SBB and his boys picked me up from town, before we ended up at Balestier for supper with Caryn.
Saturday was one that saw me lazily dragged my ass out to meet the peeps for Acro Polates 2nd anniversary.
Highly charged, and plenty of touching moments, and seeing how everyone’s hard work paid off was… electrifying. It was great to be able to involve some non-pole dancing friends so they could have a better understanding of this sport!
Will dedicate an entry just for it!
The smiles the hugs, the grace.. the happiness, I can feel the sincerity and beauty of the event, very inspiring!
Feeling super high from the event, the even more exhilarating news was Manchester United had beaten Spurs by 3 – 1.
Who can forget the new map discovery that recharged the love for all things zombie.
Alas, everyone had a hectic day at work and we ended the night early, but I got to enjoy the ride home
When I got back, fridge was stuffed to the brim with durian. How can a day like this not be perfect?
Since there was nothing much to do on a Sunday with a reluctance to head anywhere, dinner was McDee’s 1/4 pounder and something tells me my appetite is getting a tad too big after I finished the upsized meal, corn cup and a box of cinnamon meltz, I was still feeling a tad hungry.
When I got on twitter and saw the trending topic amongst my network, I switched on the television and found the hideous carpet and IKEA children’s department star-lights on the ceilings too familiar and too much of an eye sore. Nonetheless, tweetbitch went on and on and I am now having an insatiable urge to hug the bashful Mark Chao too. So cute. Hurhurhur.
I actually found this year’s better than last year’s cos last year they muted the speech, and it was horrid.
So some of the snippets from twitter post award ceremony and things we learnt:
1) Many started developing the lust to hug Mark Chao all thanks to Li Jing’s efforts to spice up the ceremony.
2) Quan Da Ma unintentional reference to Zhou Chongqing’s Bu Nan Bu Nu in front of Li Jing.
3) Many people don’t like Felicia Chin, just like how Minibean didn’t.
4) Most people had wished Ann Kok to win instead. So did I.
5) Constance Song’s win made some of us feel warm and fuzzy.
6) Zhou Chongqing is hot. (I got a crush on him some half my lifetime ago when I met him in Ngee Ann City and he smiled at me for 15 minutes when I was going up and down the escalator and we were heading same direction ahem)
7) Apparently a journalist had said 7 out of 10 of the top 10 male artistes are gay. I can only find 4 whom I know for sure. 
2 are married, one is a manwhore who has small kkj cos I personally know 2 women who slept with him, one is a manslut and picked up chicks at clubs, so it makes 4 like totally quite confirm not gay right? Only 2 I not sure, but one is a childhood friend of my friend and he is apparently not. So… the other 5.. Hmm…
Chris Lee was trying too hard to look like Johnny Depp and failed pretty badly.
9) Watch the show to bitch. Or just to see the fashion sense of everyone. Get-out-of-bed hair is the in-trend apparently.
10) Personally I would just watch for Quan Yi Fong and Guo Liang lah. I don’t think Zhao Yao Dong deserved it more than Dasmond Koh.
Okay, shall end my post. Was thinking if I should go pick up some diapers and drop off Jay Chou concert tickets at Claris’.
My trusty HP Pavilion desktop of almost 3 years was fried by the recent storm, on 22nd April.
It was an excited day for me and I came to find that my desktop couldn’t boot up, which I self-troubleshot and deduced that either my motherboard was fried or the power supply was killed.
The sad thing is, it is likely to be former and it would mean a $600+ fee to get it fixed by HP. Which translates to not quite worth it especially I could probably fix up a brand new desktop with that price.
My desktop still have all the plastics on its CPU and monitor… and my meticulous care of it means I am quite heartpain to part with it.
I am now just praying my data are sitting prettily within its casing and waiting for my rescue.
Either way, I can’t access to any data and stuff on my desktop and an agony evening passed with me having severe withdrawal from my usual internet activities.
It was when my data plan came in handy and I could access some but not all function of twitter, facebook, or even my blog when I HAD SO MUCH TO WRITE ABOUT!
Had supper with the chaps at Balestier and took the chance to meet up with Caryn (the lovely babe bought me something from her trip to Bangkok!) to collect my laptop which I only use when I am overseas, or like, now, desperate times.
At least I can’t complain with my dosage of internet.
I have to say I am half-tempted to pry open the casing and save the data NOW, by myself!
Which, er, is going to be one of those BIG feats I will ever achieve in my life, and I can perhaps put as one of those stories I can tell my grandchildren next time.. “YOUR AH MA ME, THE TECH IDIOT, DISMANTLED A PC AND RESCUED THE DATA, ALL BY HERSELF!”
I know I said something about doing things I don’t think I would ever attempt… but I am not sure if this is one of those….
.. I shall just bear with the anticipation…
Just no Glee, no CSI… boohoo.
Be patient.. I shall be back, very soon
I am not sure if it reflects a part of me with the incessant dreams of vampires, which most of the time are like cheesy, low-budget spin-offs of Twilight.
But it gave what Twilight franchise couldn’t give me, the surreal, vivid, and realistic feel.. that it was almost like watching a movie in 4D, and I was my own lead, though sometimes the heart-pounding I can do without.
Last night, I had yet another of such Vampire dreams, my 3rd, or perhaps 4th so far.
It was an action pack, yet dramatic, yet lust-filled, yet totally… excitable cos everything in it was so forbidden.
Like say, Mission Impossible meets Twilight meets some other movies..
I blame it on the excessive movies I have been watching these couple of months. I had watched 15 movies in a month, and all the plots, stories, scenerios and sceneries proved to have left a lasting impact.
So there was a dream of me being a vampire and hanging out with fellow vampires, and the most vivid part was me flying about and around, and my speed took me up the building by the walls.
(Like how Edward Cullen had plenty of speed, and remember those vampires playing baseball with those thunderous speed? You get the drift)
And the hunt for blood and the sweet scent of it (if you read the fourth instalment of the series, you would know what I mean.. I was dreaming myself to be Bella. HAHAHA!)
That was perhaps the only time I got to be a vampire, and the flying and swooshing was fun, cos I could almost feel the speed in my face despite it being just a dream.
Then I had another dream, of vampires, which was vague, and didn’t leave quite as big an impact. I remember I was almost converted, and it should have left a bigger impact, cos I did dream of Edward Cullen in the form of R Patz. I blame my subconsciousness for not taking the chance to like play out another scene from Book 4. The one that involved plenty of physical actions. Ahem.
I am such a prude in my dreams.
Last night was someone from my past, of yet another chinggalongchong boy from Chinese High eons ago. But of the story plot and scale of the dream, last night’s was perhaps worthy of a Hollywood production.
High octane drama when another group of vampires (in the corporate world, mafia style) was after this friend of mine, whom I was once attracted to more than a decade ago.
As I encountered explosions, ambushed lifts, and escaped from assassins out to get my life cos well, I was working for said friend of mine and I had no idea it was a vampire war.
And the funny thing was in the dream, I was in one of those car chases (I have a feeling cos of my driving lessons), and when the car screeched to a stop, I was at this beautiful landscape (must be a big budget dream that I get to travel!), and I started asking for answers.
We managed to hide at a posh hotel, in a presidential suite.
Then the secret came tumbling out, and I was actually looking forward for him to “convert” me. I was literally tempting him to do so, so there was lotsa necking and tumbling around the bed (even though it wasn’t a sexual dream hahaha!) he was trying to refrain, just like Edward did in Twilight.
I was almost like a guy in heat, thinking to myself, “Suck me, dammit!“.
I cannot explain why but my dream gave me quite a thrill. I woke up feeling damn disappointed I wasn’t converted in the dream. BAH.
If dream interpretations can be anything to be trusted…
Vampires, for most people, represent powerful and evil creatures. Dreaming about vampires suggests that the dreamer may be feeling overwhelmed in some areas of his or her life and is struggling with negative thoughts, feelings, and actions. You may be currently concerned about ethical or moral issues and are experiencing anxiety as a result. The vampire represents personal attributes or negative habits that drain energy and resources or cause emotional exhaustion. If you are being attacked by a vampire, you may perceive yourself as a powerless victim. Interpreting this dream’s message may help you to identify the source of your negative feelings and helplessness.
Seeing a vampire in your dream, symbolizes seduction and sensuality, as well as fear and death. The vampire represents contrasting images of civilized nobility and aggression/ferocity. It may depict someone in your waking life whose charm may ultimately prove harmful. Deep down inside you know that this person is bad for you, yet you are still drawn to it. Alternatively, to see a vampire suggests that you are feeling physically or emotionally drained. The vampire may also be symbolic for someone who is addicted to drugs or someone in an obsessive relationship.
But I doubt they have updated the definition of it after Twilight, cos it would have meant sexiness, romance, and embodies Edward Cullen. Tsk.
And oh dear, why are people from the past coming to suck me emotionally? And does that mean I am addicted to Edward Cullen since I dreamt that I was romancing him in my dreams?
Tsk, so worrying.
It is funny how sometimes my own dreams intrigued me so much. Let’s just hope I have more grade A big-budgeted production style dreams for me to live my life vicariously through them.
I did something stupid when I tried to import the rest of my blogspot posts over, and I don’t know what is the “something stupid” but as you can see clicking on any links on my blog is essentially dead with an error message and I am just too clueless to remedy it.
What can I say?
I am stooooooooooppppiiitttttt
There is still good news though, ALL the old posts from my joewei.blogspot days (oh gosh, please don’t remind me. As much as they were embarrassing, they are still part of me which I refuse to let go) are now sitting snugly in my wordpress dashboard, and yes, now I have almost 2000 posts in my dashboard.
Problem is, hahaha, my site is so screwed so no one can read through them. Bleah.
Okay, this is totally strange. For the past few times I have been on some sort of sugar high. I am not sure what, but it is enough for me to sprout nonsense relentlessly, and had this abundant energy… until… when it is 11pm, and my body will automatically go into snooze mode and the motion is set for me to sleep early, and wake up at 9am every morning.
Wah, super healthy lifestyle huh.
And the camel in me who never likes to drink water? I have been faithfully drinking 8 glasses of plain water (not even sugared drinks, mind ya!) every day. Starting with 2 glasses when I wake up.
And home-cooked goodnesss for a week?
Pretty awesome, I must say.
It is a peaceful day at home, and with the peace offering that cost me a couple of limbs (short of me pimping myself), it has been a great day.
And you know what is even better?
My damn site is finally up and I can do my backup!!
Just when I have so much words to say and so much things to blog over the past few days, bam, it went down and tsk, now I don’t know where to begin again.
Oh well.
It is good to breathe in here again.
Slowly, but surely.
Time to move on.
And maybe a new layout and a new (more reliable) host soon.
Just to show that I was really determined to keep to my word to churn out words at an exponential rate, I am now typing this because… because… because.. I was going to post another post (see! faithfully! consecutively!) today but as I was 3/4 through the post, my camera isn’t working and I would probably have to restart my desktop but I am simply to lazy to do so…
So, I shall procrastinate.
I will post up the post tomorrow since I am equally determined to adjust my bodyclock to normal (supposed to sleep at 11pm and it is now 3am!) after bouncing off the walls for a good part of the day despite of the lack of sleep, and my mind is churning out ideas, thoughts and constructive things (ahem) without any want for rest.
It has nothing to do with the blue movies, which honestly got me quite upset cos I was constantly fast forwarding to see if there was any ending. Happy endings, yes, endings to the plot, pfft, no.
So, see you guys tomorrow.
I have had a great Monday, enough to store me with enough positivity to last through the….. night.
Which I hope doesn’t fall apart when I give Mum a call tomorrow.
