back to life; back to reality.

returning from bangkok to singapore was, admittedly, a less joyous event than my uk-singapore flight. firstly, the anticipation was considerably diminished; not to mention the fact that MY STUPID CONSOLE wasn't working and thus i played "beat agents" on my brother's nintendo ds-lite [the most amazing thing ever invented] the whole way back.

TWO HOURS playing the equivalent of "dance dance revolution for the stylus".

it's enough to 1) get you completely addicted or 2) drive you completely insane.

thankfully [or not], the situation happens to be the former. and thus, i have been STUCK to the ds-lite from the moment i got hold of it to.. well, a little bit before now, when my brother [very rudely, in my opinion] gave an irritated little huff and literally wrenched it from my grasp. harumph. evil little devilchild.

i'm only kidding. i love the bloke. it IS his ds, after all.

ANYWAY, most importantly, i have to blog about the carolling season; which is, to me, the best thing that has happened to me since i returned to singapore. actually, more accurately, it's the ONLY thing that has happened to me since i returned to singapore. from the 18th to the 24th, my everyday revolved around getting up at eleven, showering, getting changed into my concert gear and cabbing down to twenty-five dover close east for warmups before we went carolling at wherever it was we were supposed to sing at on that particular day.

it might not sound like much, but i'd have to say; it was fantastic.

i haven't felt that sort of undiluted joy since i'd left for the uk. the lack of purpose and the feeling of having been uprooted that had been, frankly, not gnawing at me, but hovering on the fringes of my consciousness these past three months quite effectively obliterated itself, and my christmas season was truly made beautiful-- made beautiful because i shared it with people i loved; people i've managed to miss without even realising it. it's strange that way; you don't feel it until you're back; when you're back spending time with them again. then it hits you, and you wonder how you're going to return there without feeling like something has been robbed from you.

ARGH. sentimentality. gah.

shall not say too much; or this post might move from being sentimental to downright disgusting. i don't seem to have a lot of pictures from my time here; but i'm gonna post those i have anyway. :)

a horrible self-taken picture of ernest and i.

a really nice; albeit POSED; picture of david, jamie and geof!

alumni girls in concert gear.

the acjc choir; performing at keppel towers. :))

AND NOW, for the special segment of today's programme.. the many faces of the beautiful, the wonderful, the one and only... JAMIE HO!!! :)

the slightly irritated.

i call this the "face stuffed with food", but that's not precisely accurate in this particular situation.

the confused.

amused, and slightly smug, i would say.

and finally, the.. uh. i don't really know what to call this.

and there you have it. :) the many faces of the beautiful jamie ho. :) i love her to death. you hear that, jamie? I LOVE YOU. so you can't disembowel me for putting this on the internet. :p and for not allowing you to delete that last photograph.

ciao!