| I wish you every kind of happiness... |
[03 Nov 2009|12:26am] |
Happy Birthday dear dear DEAR NATHALIE
(That was shouting across the oceans for you hahaha...)
Thank you for being my one sounding board and eternal listening ear at the end of an MSN window when we're at work. May you enjoy every kind of happiness on this glorious day, and for the year ahead. And don't forget to set a date for our date! ^_^
Oh and happy 文化の日. Hehe.
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| Neil Gaiman, I met. |
[01 Nov 2009|09:46pm] |
1. Queued up 4 hours (almost exactly, from around 2.55PM to 6.55PM) to get Neil Gaiman to sign on my copy of Good Omens. Partially in the hot sun. *checks for suntan lines* Was it worth the 4 hour queueing? *ponders* Not REALLY, considering I'm not a rabid Gaiman fangirl, but it was cool. I've never queued up quite that long for something before.
2. I was a weird fan. Instead of gushing over Gaiman's works to him or saying something witty, as he was signing my book I told him "Hope your hand will feel better by evening" (from the four hours of signing). He smiled and went, "Me too." :D
3. Prior to the 4 hour epic queue was an equally epic session at Victoria Theatre where the moderator and some of the audience asked Gaiman some interesting questions and Gaiman answered them in the most hilarious manner. He's adorable. I felt somewhat bad for not being a bigger fan of him, he is that rocking.
4. I am now determined to get my hands on Sandman and read it. And any other novels/books by him that I have yet to read.
5. On the way back, my friend (who queued up to get the tickets in the first place and offered them to me) calculated that the time we spent taking the bus there, taking the bus back, having lunch, sitting in on the moderated session, would just barely be equal to the amount of time we spent standing and queueing. ^_^ *amused*
6. I met Ming Jie (and Chris) in the queue! And Aemi also! But the best one was meeting Rachel (Lin, from RGS and later Oxford) after spending roughly two hours in the queue, when she came to meet her HUSBAND who was the interesting guy postulating interesting things just in front of us in the queue! I haven't seen Rachel since... I don't know, technically the Oxford interviews (but we didn't talk much then) but really since collection of O'level results! It was amazing. I am determined to get an outing with Rachel, Cuifen, Shirlene, Christie, Wanyun ++ when Cuifen is back in Singapore at the end of the year, and reminisce about the past!
7. My internet at home is still very much dead.
8. Backtracking a bit more, Halloween was spent in the most enjoyable fashion, helping Bern with her cracked-up Tai-chi x Wuxia project (Bern and Valerie in wuxia costumes playing guitar hero drums like a zither and guitar hero guitar like a pipa?), and then vegging out a bit with Omi and Val in the taxi, and then meeting Bern, Mei, Tash, Jasmine and Aslah for dinner and coffee (almost typed drinks there) at Holland Village. Lovely.
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| To my second sister... |
[27 Oct 2009|06:36am] |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEI-CHAN!
*throws in sparkles, chuus, huggles*
O_o. 8th birthday! (Only counted because of Tash's post)
May your school term go well! And you can always call me out for coffee... if you're in the area. >_
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| Sparti and Monemvasia |
[26 Oct 2009|03:30am] |
The weekend after Thanksgiving was a long weekend holiday sort of deal in Kefalonia, so we had a five day stretch without digging or classwork. A few people flew to Crete, a few to Corfu, a few stayed to explore Kefalonia a bit more. A fellow Albertan, Cat, and I went to the mainland again to visit Sparta. Actual Sparta! Pretty wicked. Mostly. Sparti is the main city in the area and is kind of the centre of the ancient Spartan sites and artifacts. The museum is fabulous, with a set of beautiful (and unpublished to boot, tasty to see!) 3rd century AD Roman frescos. It was the first time I’ve ever seen any depiction or mention of a sea-centaur which is, quite frankly, just badass. The town itself...meh. I profess to prefer the non-touristy areas of Greece but I speak Greek horribly and am fairly dependent on shopkeepers and waiters who are able to speak a few words of English. Beyond the museum there wasn’t much to do/see in Sparti. The site is interesting, but has no signage at all and without a lecturer like our field school director, Geoffrey, I kind of blank out. Classicist I am not.
( the flowers of monemvasia )
So, yeah. When I retire a billionaire I am going to have a house in Monemvasia for the winters and I’m going to dress up in medieval clothing and faff about all day on sunny terraces playing a lyre or something. It was so ridiculously idyllic. There was a moment on the last morning where Cat and I were sitting on the terrace of a cafe, drinking very fresh orange juice with very warm, very buttery chocolate filled croissants, looking over the terracotta rooftiles to the ocean and listening to the birds singing in the lemon trees beside us...it was surreal. If ever you get to go to Greece, go to Monemvasia, my dears. It’s worth the bus ride from Athens.
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