time till date.

I hadn't been blogging much of the late. And apparently, do a little blog-hopping and you can see that many others aren't faithfully logging in entries as well. It's probably the Mid-Years. It really unhinges you. And I swear no amount of revision and practice can get you ready for the tests; they have this funny way of screwing you back.
Nothing much was accomplished was this week. Something bad happened though; my gramps got a stroke yesterday evening and I was told of that uneventful piece of news last night. The fragility of life huh. I visited him this morning with Mum and thank goodness, he is able to speak and remember stuff surprisingly well enough. He still has his very sharp mind. That's Rafffles material I guess. I didn't talk to gramps though. I just greeted him and nodded before standing by the window and looking down below. You know, after this unfortunate incident, it pretty much dawned upon me how ridiculously juvenile I am at times. Especially in dealing with the most recent incident pertaining to S1. I suppose only Alvin knows what I am talking about but those Marists that hang around with me sufficiently should kinda draw the link between S1 and stuff. The letter S appears for a bloody reason.
You know each time I feel somehow inadequate in such stuff. Incompetence more likely. Pretty pathetic ain't it? That it hit me. If it works out, then good. But if it doesn't, life still goes on and well...good things come to boys who wait no? Ha. What happened to gramps kinda cemented that idea and now, I will just take things as it comes.
After what Mum told me last night, my mood to mug was totally destroyed. It was already whining as the day progressed-I probably burnt a fuse when I tried to, suicidally, complete the nervous system in one day. So by the time I was done with dark reaction of photosynthesis, my mind was about to call quits. The bad piece of news was just the catalyst, accelerating the entire process. I ended my day slightly earlier and went online. I ended up watching a movie. It was initially Constantine but I kinda lost interest in it midway. Then ZH so kindly helped me find Chicago. I searched high and low for the show and he got it in like under 10 minutes? I definitely took more than 10 minutes. The videos, thankfully, worked and I watched it all the way till like 1am. Got ignored by S1 while watching the show but that isn't the crux here.
I really liked the show.
No. I mean it. It was good. Damn good. I think it was originally a Broadway play and I loved it. Guess Aunt's love for such shows rubbed off me. So far, I have only watched 2 plays. Singin' in the Rain and Mama Mia. I had to miss Oliver's Twist because of the SARS scare. But since then, I hadn't been to the Esplanade to watch such plays. The last time I went to the Esplanade was for VJ's Band Majestica. Chicago was swell. It's songs were totally different from that in Sweeney Todd. To be frank, it was better. As much as Johnny Depp can sing, Richard Gere can do it better. Ha. Chicago was kinda like the pre-depression era in the States. Party. Excesses. Booze. Chicks fighting for the limelight so much that they can be real sluts. Really. I don't use that word often but Roxane in the show really got me pissed. But then, it's just a show.
Try this.


I prefer this though.
Shitty thing is that they don't allow me to copy the html for this clip. So, here's the url:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiOZRzfOUl0