Schumi is back!!!!!

And, I'm jumping up and down the room with the largest grin on my face. Nothing can make me upset or unhappy at this moment in time.

I have been half-heartedly watching the F1 races this season. It's not because Ferrari or the usual suspects aren't performing well this year. I think it's great that Brawn and Red Bull are getting the results the major teams were used to getting. It's just that after two years of lacklustre racing, small-ish driver personality and crazy F1 politics, I've been tuning out what I once felt was the best sport around.

I'm impossibly excited at the prospect of Schumi being back to F1 racing. At the same time, I'm guarding my heart knowing that things wouldn't be quite the same as it once was. One, he's a lot older and less fit so I doubt he'll be as quick as he used to be. Additionally, what made good racing was the ridiculous rivalries he had with Damon Hill, Mika Hakkinen, Fernando Alonso and to a certain extent Kimi Raikkonen. Even in the poorest of cars, he would compete ruthlessly and that competitive edge would drive his rivals to faster speeds and better drives at each race. It's unlikely this "filler" position Schumi is engaging in as Felipe Massa's replacement would create the same kind of fear in the hearts and minds of the current crop of drivers.

Anyhow, I haven't been this pleased for the longest time. And I will savor the moment as long as I can... I was initially contemplating being generous to my brother this year and letting him go to the night race in place of me, but there is no way in hell I will give up my pitpass when the F1 circus comes to town now!

The Prof is back!

I'm meeting an old friend, D, for dinner on Sunday. I call him "Prof" because he's the only real professor I can truly call my friend. I remember my initial impression of him when we first met. It was not good. I wasn't impressed with his credentials. In fact, I thought him overrated. Additionally, like all typical "ang-mohs", he was unsubtly attracted to J. "How cliche" I thought at that moment. I decided I wanted nothing to do with him.

Well, I am glad that D's persistance in trying to know J better allowed me to change my opinion of him. Turns out, we're a lot more similar than I first thought. We both spent our last two years of high school in London. (Me - at music school. Him - international school when his dad moved to London on diplomatic duties.) We're both academically inclined, getting good grades in the best schools. We both love art and good music of all genres, including classical music. And, most importantly, we both love an intelligent conversation.

For those two years he was in Spore, his presence was a blessing. He made me feel connected to my Boston days where me and a bunch of kids would trade smart-alec remarks with one another, trash Harvard kids, and debate science and statistics endlessly. I could do that with him whilst he was around. Alas, he has moved back to California doing real rocket scientist work.

I am really looking forward to Sunday's dinner. I can't wait to hear stories of his new found love as well as his recent adventure travels. I also can't wait to pick up more factoids such as bits of info like geo-stationary orbit. After all, these make great party quips!

Smell the change in the air.....

I just got back from my best friend's birthday party.... It was loads of fun. I don't think I had danced this much since.... 2004?

We all stopped for a cup of coffee just before heading home. It was a precautionary step seeing that the police are very vigilant these days about drink driving. I applaud their efforts. It is important and almost necessary to ensure no one gets behind a killing machine drunk or incapacitated.

Just before we got into our cars, we could hear thunder rolling in the distance. A storm was on its way. As I drove home, Edith Piaf's "La Vie En Rose" was playing on the radio, and together with the bellowing gusts of winds howling against my windscreen, and the lovely lightning display accompanied by its majestic thunder, I felt so alive. I got out of the car, and let the rain pelt down on me... Those large rain drops that unceasingly pattered on my body. I breathed in the fresh scent of the new morning dew. I was most reluctant to get back into my car. I walked about 500 meters into the distance, almost wishing that I could just walk forever. It was so fresh, so new. This was a bit of Singapore I am experiencing for the first time.

For the first time I feel almost like I once did in London. I am waiting for some thing to wash my old life away so that I can start afresh. I want to look forward and hope for some thing new... Some thing unexpected... I hope and I can almost feel it... That change in the air, the smell of some thing new.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

There have been some events this week that have put the biggest grin on my face. The best part is, there will also be some events coming along at the end of the week that will make me smile and giggle in delight too!

This is turning out to be an awesome week. Will I divulge what's making me stay up late with all this gleeful energy? I can't get myself to bed right now cause I'm just filled to the brim with excitement! Oooooh-laaa-la. Hmm, I think I will keep this bit of excitement to myself right now. Tee hee hee.....

It's official...

I'm destined to be with a German man. It is written in the stars. There is no use fighting against destiny.

Right. Anyway, I met yet another German man whilst out volunteering today. This is the fourth time I've spent the afternoon volunteering and the second time I had a German man accompany me. And this guy was oh-soooooo-darn-dashing. He was pure good looking and most irritatingly unassuming. I had to exercise utmost self-control and resist from reaching out and kissing him. I swear I almost hyperventilated when he bent his head down closer to me to hear what I had to say. He was like all the other German men I've had the pleasure to meet (throughout my life) in the way he carried himself - the quiet intelligence, the un-fussy way he dresses and his casual yet formal deportment. Swooon.... I was very sorry when we had to part ways. Seriously, why is it that I NEVER meet such amazingly good looking, well behaved men that I really get along with conversationally in the normal part of my life?

I have to admit, I'm excited to volunteer yet again. I suspect I may meet yet another German guy. I am mindful that these wonderful men are only here for the one trip. But hey, you never know, one of them might just fall head over heels in love with me and whisk me away to live happily ever after.....

Ever the tennis fan....

I love David versus Goliath battles. And, what better way to spend the evenings watching Zheng Jie at 5 ft 4 inches battling against 6 ft tall ladies? I'm not forgetting the sublime Ms. Justine Henin (she's in a class of her own in my humble opinion) who at 5 ft 5 quelled many a giant, but seeing the performance from China's doubles grand slam champion, I almost feel as if she's achieving the impossible.

What a sight it is to see her battling on and never giving up. I will say that she loses on pure talent, but wins on determination. And, this year's Wimbledon is a battle of wills more than anything else. How else does one explain the top seeds dropping off like flies? So, I'm going to root for Little-Miss-Zheng and hope that her desire to stick around will give her some hope against two time champ, Serena Williams. I'm also betting that Mr-Biceps-Nadal will win the Gentlemen's title unless Complete-Player-Mr-Federer seriously ups his determination and hunger. We all know he has more than enough talent to beat everyone to a pulp, but does he truly truly want it like he did in 2003? I hope so. While both men are devilishly handsome in their own way, my OCD-ness means than I have to favor the guy with shorter hair. Maybe if Nadal goes the way of Agassi in 1995 when he shaved his head, that could be the tilting point for me.... Spanish, dark, handsome, muscular guy with short hair... Gorgeous.... Heh.