<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:32:11.258-07:00</updated><category term='acoustic'/><category term='music'/><category term='stand up and sing'/><category term='quarubar'/><category term='original'/><category term='sebastian ho'/><category term='gillian tan'/><title type='text'>Z Jil</title><subtitle type='html'>WELCOME!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-5167284224678400772</id><published>2010-06-10T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T20:40:47.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War On Wheels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/TBGrNw300hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Jh1hAFuxZvE/s1600/gillianhistory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 612px; height: 377px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/TBGrNw300hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Jh1hAFuxZvE/s400/gillianhistory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481350474432303634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;November 2009. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt; on the article to read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little overdue perhaps but I was, and still am, proud to be part of this. The whole team was amazing. This live event was carried out over weekends of November 2009. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juliana Mattar&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motion&lt;/span&gt; apparently gave up APEC to make this meaningful tour happen. She, along with her dedicated team including &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hajar&lt;/span&gt;, were like Charlie's Angels. Managing everything from start to finish. Now they really don't need a Charlie, do they? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow guides and actors, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hemang Yadav&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adi Jamaludin&lt;/span&gt;, were engaging and deservingly received rave reviews! Our director, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tzang Merwyn Tong&lt;/span&gt;, put his heart and soul in it as much as he does in his films. How fortunate I was to work with them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this was part of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Heritage Board&lt;/span&gt;'s "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love Museums&lt;/span&gt;" campaign, so my gratitude goes out to them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;participants&lt;/span&gt;, the travellers who joined us on the journey to explore historical sites of World War Two in modern Singapore. Young, old, local, tourist, man, woman, doesn't matter. We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; say we were there during those three and a half years (1942-1945) but we all shared in the human experience of love, loss, sacrifice and hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-5167284224678400772?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/5167284224678400772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-overdue-perhaps-but-i-was-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5167284224678400772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5167284224678400772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-overdue-perhaps-but-i-was-and.html' title='War On Wheels'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/TBGrNw300hI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Jh1hAFuxZvE/s72-c/gillianhistory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-3247280723255140634</id><published>2010-05-20T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:58:20.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quarubar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gillian tan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sebastian ho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand up and sing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acoustic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Acoustic Originals - Stand Up &amp; Sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One night only! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Acoustic Original Music Showcase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sebastian Ho &amp;amp; Gillian Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S_V7PzCzDII/AAAAAAAAAHo/n9hT63VWAjg/s1600/Stand+Up+and+Sing+-+may+23rd.bmp"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;This Sunday, May 23rd, 7:30pm, FREE, Earshot Cafe, Arts House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I wasn't gonna make a flyer but I ended up making one. So please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;click on it&lt;/span&gt; for an enlarged view of my work as a pseudo-designer using microsoft paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S_WF30v-FXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tMioE12jWks/s1600/Stand+Up+and+Sing+-+may+23rd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 487px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S_WF30v-FXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tMioE12jWks/s400/Stand+Up+and+Sing+-+may+23rd.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473428116237849970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Save the picture, save the link, send it to your friends! And most importantly, save the date and time; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=286746895777"&gt;RSVP on facebook&lt;/a&gt;, come if you can! It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this Sunday and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only an hour&lt;/span&gt;. I promise not to tell too many bad jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and see you there. But first, come to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=112347298796271"&gt;"All the Crazy People"&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-3247280723255140634?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/3247280723255140634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/05/acoustic-originals-stand-up-sing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/3247280723255140634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/3247280723255140634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/05/acoustic-originals-stand-up-sing.html' title='Acoustic Originals - Stand Up &amp; Sing'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S_WF30v-FXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tMioE12jWks/s72-c/Stand+Up+and+Sing+-+may+23rd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-5024355874793081947</id><published>2010-05-19T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T01:23:37.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so sincerely proud to say...</title><content type='html'>Having had a magical run so far, everyone in "All the Crazy People" from the director to the musicians, from our stage manager to our stage hands, from our cast to our venue sponsors, (phew, deep breath now...) feel we should do another show in addition to our schedule of 9 shows, so.... We have a new 4pm show! Please come! Click on the flyer below for an enlarged view of the information. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S_TvuI9ESkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RkogNnczaVE/s1600/all+the+crazy+ppl+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 488px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S_TvuI9ESkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RkogNnczaVE/s400/all+the+crazy+ppl+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473263023118633538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tickets selling fast, so reserve now with Hemang at (65) &lt;strong&gt;8179 6221&lt;/strong&gt;. Come for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;4pm show on Saturday May 22nd at Post Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Rowell Rd, &lt;a href="http://www.post-museum.org/map.html"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt;) and we can have a pizza or beer with you next door at Food #03. These are the kindest places with the loveliest folks, with the tastiest healthiest vegetarian food. You will have Noh regrets. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, our 8pm show on Friday 21st May is at an exciting new venue: Eurasian Association's Community House (Ceylon Rd, &lt;a href="http://www.eurasians.org.sg/contact-us/"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt;). Lots of seats still available in the multi-purpose hall on level 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check us out on facebook: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=112347298796271"&gt;facebook.com/event.php?eid=112347298796271&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stand Up and Sing" is on again but this time, with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazingly talented&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian Ho&lt;/span&gt; on guitar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(he plays with me every Wed at Quarubar)&lt;/span&gt; so it's going to be very different. Acoustic and heartfelt. I am very proud of it too but haven't had time to design a flyer. I have a flu now so I seriously am not going to bother. :-p I'll just say it will be an awesome 1 hour show!! Just come!&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;23rd May Sunday 7:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Earshot cafe in the Arts House&lt;/span&gt; (near City Hall MRT, &lt;a href="http://www.theartshouse.com.sg/contact.html"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Many thanks&lt;/span&gt; to all of you and our kind sponsors. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-5024355874793081947?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/5024355874793081947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-so-sincerely-proud-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5024355874793081947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5024355874793081947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-so-sincerely-proud-to-say.html' title='I am so sincerely proud to say...'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S_TvuI9ESkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RkogNnczaVE/s72-c/all+the+crazy+ppl+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-3106710714275413506</id><published>2010-05-09T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:27:53.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Up And Sing!</title><content type='html'>So I had a long hiatus away from my blog. Life happens outside of it I guess. I have some time to myself today and wanted to just laze around and try (try is the word) to pack up my hurricane of a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to record some of my originals in a while. The raw versions of them. I need to warm up my voice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt a lot through my time at Holiday Inn. Oh that, that is over. 4 months and I was too tired. I was already doing that and because the atmosphere was somewhat stifling and the salary was insanely low, I couldn't just commit to that. I was, after all, a freelancer. A performer, a Jill of all trades, a vagabond at heart, a gypsy in my soul. So I did so many other gigs in the day from teaching as early as 7:30am, filming as an actor for various projects, working on my original songs, and rehearsing for a dear friend's play. Click on the e-flyer below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S-eybdcK_nI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ndb_XWyxGn0/s1600/all+the+crazy+ppl+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 353px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S-eybdcK_nI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ndb_XWyxGn0/s400/all+the+crazy+ppl+5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469536457293758066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The play is called "All The Crazy People". Is this e-flyer too small? Click on it to see it in its entirety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come see it! We had a swell opening weekend but we have more shows over the next 2 weekends. Extra shows on 16th and 22nd but under a different name. Call or email to find out more. We are all very proud of the show and the dates listed in this poster are the best dates to come in my humble opinion. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 14th -8pm at Post Museum,&lt;br /&gt;May 15th - 4pm &amp;amp; 8pm at Post Museum,&lt;br /&gt;and May 21st - 8pm at Eurasian Community House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book through Hemang Yadav (65) 8179 6221 or email him at wisdomofmonkeys@gmail.com now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$22&lt;/span&gt; each.&lt;br /&gt;But if you buy 2, each will cost you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$15&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And if you buy 3 or more, you pay only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$12&lt;/span&gt; for each.&lt;br /&gt;Could this get even better? Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$10&lt;/span&gt; for students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for now. Will talk about my music in my next entry. See you at the shows! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-3106710714275413506?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/3106710714275413506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/05/stand-up-and-sing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/3106710714275413506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/3106710714275413506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/05/stand-up-and-sing.html' title='Stand Up And Sing!'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S-eybdcK_nI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ndb_XWyxGn0/s72-c/all+the+crazy+ppl+5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-6066677628512314988</id><published>2010-02-20T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:47:53.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 41 - Yesterday</title><content type='html'>My illness and pace from yesterday was noticed in a feedback form. How sad. But we did fresh songs: "All I Have To Do Is Dream", "Yesterday" and Ben E. King's "Stand By Me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs worked out beautifully although I had never sung them before, even on my own. I guess being careful in new territory helps. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to blog after this. I am sooo tired, drained and stretched out. Will try... but no promises. Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-6066677628512314988?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/6066677628512314988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-41-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/6066677628512314988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/6066677628512314988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-41-yesterday.html' title='Night 41 - Yesterday'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-4235531602603941929</id><published>2010-02-19T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:58:36.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 40 - I Wish You Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was sick when I arrived. Part of that was due to a lunch I had with a friend. Because of me, we performed the songs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too slow&lt;/span&gt; for the first set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of throwing up and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bit&lt;/span&gt; of dinner, I felt better. Then sweetly, I was ambushed by a visit from my brothers. I managed to get them the happy hour deal. Besides them, some close friends joined in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers gave me their honest opinions that I rattled on a bit too much for their liking. And that my Mandarin and Japanese needed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much more&lt;/span&gt; work as they heard "Sukiyaki" (you know what it really means...) and Teresa Teng's "Yue Liang Dai Biao Wo De Xin". We shared &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun moments&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;a href="http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-8-lets-fall-in-love.html"&gt;"Condo Condo Condo"&lt;/a&gt; and "Fallen". Before the night ended with "I Wish You Love", a song that Siok loved a lot of at one point. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we all had supper. How fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-4235531602603941929?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/4235531602603941929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-40-i-wish-you-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4235531602603941929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4235531602603941929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-40-i-wish-you-love.html' title='Night 40 - I Wish You Love'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-280951513829024048</id><published>2010-02-18T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:01:09.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 39 - Time After Time</title><content type='html'>Tonight was strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow had a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; smooth, confident, controlled&lt;/span&gt; voice. As if it had a life of its own. I guess I should be grateful, and confident! We did a fresh song: "Time After Time" by Cyndi Lauper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst our guests tonight was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most adorable little 2 year old&lt;/span&gt; boy who was dancing to the music. I spoke to his parents and learnt that they were from Singapore. If I had known I would have done some local parody songs. Haha... He shook my hand a few times, clasped his little hands into a fist and wished me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gong xi gong xi&lt;/span&gt;. Then as I left, he waved goodbye and blew me a kiss. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww how sweet and adorab... Hey, why is he staying out longer than I? Wow maybe I am due for another party. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, I shall leave you patient readers who don't mind my WOT with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new original&lt;/span&gt; song of mine&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I mentioned it once but here is a video with lyrics, like a cheap karaoke, hehe)&lt;/span&gt; about learning to see the truth from the wishfulness. Accepting, growing up and moving on. This song will be part of my production in May 2010 &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=286746895777"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Stand Up And Sing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin Foo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nigel Tan&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loft Studios&lt;/span&gt;. To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EZ&lt;/span&gt; for helping me print the lyrics! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks also to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ones who have &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;broken&lt;/span&gt; my heart&lt;/span&gt; for this song now has a voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="392" height="327" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b5feacd58277320" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b5feacd58277320%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330263677%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FB9FBF7BA6A7AC3588999E02E7B7BF3C7A3BBCA.5D8EBCFF8F070F44CF89DDD7482A1BCD71130455%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b5feacd58277320%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DieV4dzAnYn7TPrFdoa15t3e5pd0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="392" height="327" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b5feacd58277320%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330263677%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FB9FBF7BA6A7AC3588999E02E7B7BF3C7A3BBCA.5D8EBCFF8F070F44CF89DDD7482A1BCD71130455%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b5feacd58277320%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DieV4dzAnYn7TPrFdoa15t3e5pd0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Video" title="Add Video" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addVideo();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Video" class="gl_video" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Video" title="Add Video" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addVideo();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Also available on:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zXo67aEMe4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zXo67aEMe4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This song will debut on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.38 Live&lt;/span&gt; FM, Singapore on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 12th&lt;/span&gt; 2010, Friday, after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bharati&lt;/span&gt;'s short radio interview with Gillian Tan under "Passion People". That should be around 2:10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;website: &lt;a href="http://jilly.co.nr/" target="_blank" title="http://jilly.co.nr" rel="nofollow" dir="ltr"&gt;http://jilly.co.nr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Gillian Tan, 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-280951513829024048?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/280951513829024048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-39-time-after-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/280951513829024048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/280951513829024048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-39-time-after-time.html' title='Night 39 - Time After Time'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-1306164274463896550</id><published>2010-02-17T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:21:27.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 38 - Out On The Weekend</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful night after a a long break for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me. I was "Out On The Weekend", but unlike the Neil Young song, I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not a lonely boy&lt;/span&gt;. I was busy with the family, as the season should be. I even found time to go out to a club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Adi's wife and my friend sing in place of me on Saturday, Monday and Tuesday nights over CNY. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year everyone!&lt;/span&gt; Tonight, Adi and I opened our first set with "The Nearness Of You". Then we performed "Yue Liang Dai Biao Wo De Xin" (moon represents my heart) which I think improves each time I do it. Everyone seemed to enjoy "Fly Me To The Moon" as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice seemed more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brighter&lt;/span&gt;. Perhaps it was the rest I so badly needed. Tonight our regulars were there and one of them gave me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hongbao&lt;/span&gt;, or a red packet with money inside, mostly for good luck and prosperity. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nice hair and makeup on since I came from a long day of filming as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen&lt;/span&gt;. Not the longest I have experienced though. Today was to begin at 9:30am but the office was only opened at 10am. I claimed I didn't receive the script in my email so learnt my dialogue all on the spot (I later found out the script &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; indeed&lt;/span&gt; sent to me, a little after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2am&lt;/span&gt; that very day). I was to end about 4pm but due to so many prop (un) preparations, my last scene wrapped at 6pm. That left me just enough time to get to HIA.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32sHG1u4sI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-FERaXi0A5I/s1600-h/helen+day+2+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32sHG1u4sI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-FERaXi0A5I/s400/helen+day+2+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439693163028472514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So many&lt;/span&gt; outfit changes for all the scenes from episode 2 and 3. Ok, one outfit here is from ep 1, can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; guess which? Click on the picture above to enlarge it. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-1306164274463896550?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/1306164274463896550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-38-out-on-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/1306164274463896550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/1306164274463896550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-38-out-on-weekend.html' title='Night 38 - Out On The Weekend'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32sHG1u4sI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-FERaXi0A5I/s72-c/helen+day+2+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-4477251185878433612</id><published>2010-02-12T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T12:00:04.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 37 - Rose Rose I Love You</title><content type='html'>Sooooooo excited! My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; day of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I return to work on Wednesday. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese Lunar New Year&lt;/span&gt; is upon us, with its first day being February 14th 2010. That happens to also be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt; Day. So I sang the Chinese version of "Rose Rose I Love You" which is "Mei Gui Mei Gui Wo Ai Ni". I put it in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blender&lt;/span&gt; with my pitifully pronounced Mandarin. But you gotta laugh when there was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enthusiastic applause&lt;/span&gt; from obviously non-Mandarin speaking guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that, Adi and I did more Chinese songs for Chinese new year such as Teresa Teng's 1977 trademark song "Yue Liang Dai Biao Wo De Xin" (which means the moon represents my heart) and the lovely "Ye Lai Xiang" (which means... uh...) and they worked out a bit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better &lt;/span&gt;than "Mei Gui".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fun, we did "Sway" which in Chinese meant bad luck. But hey, I told everyone how we were not superstitious so we wanted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; to have a good time and enjoy this inviting dance tune. Yes I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so not&lt;/span&gt; talking about techno here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of friends popped by with some relatives and I told a few jokes and did my "Condo Condo Condo" song. To celebrate the season and my last day of work before my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long weekend&lt;/span&gt;, I wore a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheongsam&lt;/span&gt; inspired dress in black with a cute &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hairband&lt;/span&gt; my cousin got for me as a Christmas gift. I got this dress years ago for $8 and never wore it till now. How lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, now that I'm home, I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relax until Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;! Not updating until then. Enjoy your holiday everyone! How &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt;... that now&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;, the perpetual freelancer, should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; know the feeling of a long weekend. Not bothering with full sentences. Much needed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REST&lt;/span&gt; coming up. Happy. Bubbling with excitement. Sleepy. Done. Ok. Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-4477251185878433612?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/4477251185878433612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-37-rose-rose-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4477251185878433612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4477251185878433612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-37-rose-rose-i-love-you.html' title='Night 37 - Rose Rose I Love You'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-4621381567158360197</id><published>2010-02-11T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:38:28.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 36 - Route 66</title><content type='html'>Thursdays for me usually mean 3 hours of teaching in two schools spread out from 8:30am till 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32Pl_ZQKtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bPOx6cP1YDY/s1600-h/stb+fish+1.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32Pl_ZQKtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bPOx6cP1YDY/s1600-h/stb+fish+1.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32QoKmuR3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/KuO0nqKd_AA/s1600-h/stb+fish+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32QoKmuR3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/KuO0nqKd_AA/s320/stb+fish+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439662944649365362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32Pl_ZQKtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bPOx6cP1YDY/s1600-h/stb+fish+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32Pl_ZQKtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bPOx6cP1YDY/s320/stb+fish+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439661807768709842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I had a shoot as Helen right after teaching ended for the day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32Pl_ZQKtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bPOx6cP1YDY/s1600-h/stb+fish+1.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;My calltime was 3:30pm at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore Tourism Board&lt;/span&gt; (STB) building. So I arrived on time as the producer had requested, but a previous scene required more time than they had catered for, so I entertained myself by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chatting with fish&lt;/span&gt; and strolling about. I also sent some random text messages to friends after browsing through the books in their tourism library. Here is what I found out about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holiday Inn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1994&lt;/span&gt;, Holiday Inn had the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;highest number of rooms&lt;/span&gt; in the world with over 390,000 rooms across the globe. At that time, it was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th largest hotel chain&lt;/span&gt; with 171 hotels. Yet it failed to make the top 20 list in terms of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;room sales&lt;/span&gt; that year. I guess it makes sense. If I had a hotel with just one room, It would probably be sold out everyday (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perhaps to myself, haha&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32Qs0qIh0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xRyF-AuQGbo/s1600-h/stb+cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32Qs0qIh0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xRyF-AuQGbo/s320/stb+cam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439663024657434434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; began on my tiny scene at 6pm in the driveway where there's a happy little Merlion (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so don't forget to include this one when you count them&lt;/span&gt;), and I left at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:20pm&lt;/span&gt; for the train. Yes I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just enough&lt;/span&gt; time to walk to the train, hop on, grab a seat on the bus, and make it in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived quite relaxed and it didn't feel like a high pressure journey. More like a swinging "Route 66". Nothing much to report at HIA tonight. But I still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; recognise myself in the mirror right away. But I do after 1 or 2 seconds. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt; It's not a big deal. Just a new hairstyle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-4621381567158360197?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/4621381567158360197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-36.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4621381567158360197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4621381567158360197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-36.html' title='Night 36 - Route 66'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32QoKmuR3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/KuO0nqKd_AA/s72-c/stb+fish+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-4007536608384223283</id><published>2010-02-10T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:58:49.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 35 - I'm Gonna Wash That Girl Right Outta My Hair</title><content type='html'>Goodbye to hair from four inches below my shoulder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32DYu5CkVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1E2Q_0OvzQA/s1600-h/at+shoot+outfit+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32DYu5CkVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1E2Q_0OvzQA/s320/at+shoot+outfit+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439648385860800850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes I had my first day of shoot as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen&lt;/span&gt;, a series regular and supporting character, in the Suria drama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Firs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t Impressions"&lt;/span&gt;. And before the cameras rolled for my scene, the makeup artist and hair stylist, a girl who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; her job, ran back and forth between me and the other actors on set for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two hours&lt;/span&gt;... Till my hair was cut the way they all wanted it. Well, kinda. She felt she was rushed and would've done a better job if she had more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it turned out to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very much shorter&lt;/span&gt; than what they had promised me (bra line). Since hair grows back and I rarely bother with the mirror, I don't really care. Or else I'd have thrown a hissy fit and sued them. At the time, my soul pal seemed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more concerned&lt;/span&gt; about it than I. While filming, the fringe got trimmed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little more&lt;/span&gt;. As you can see in this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before, after, and after&lt;/span&gt; picture. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32IyYfltfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZwK60jWL7a0/s1600-h/before+after+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32IyYfltfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZwK60jWL7a0/s400/before+after+after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439654324083209714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32D8xC21yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6OCzp73TejI/s1600-h/at+shoot+outfit+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32D8xC21yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6OCzp73TejI/s320/at+shoot+outfit+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439649004914136866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I drove and arrived at their office at 2:30pm after teaching. My hair was ready by 4:30 and after makeup and wardrobe, the cameras rolled for two scenes with my character from 5 and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;left at 6:30pm&lt;/span&gt;. Cutting it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soooo close&lt;/span&gt; though I had told them I had to leave by 6 in order to keep the car at home, and still get to HIA to start my first set at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7:45pm&lt;/span&gt;. Everything worked out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just in time&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this new hair surprised a few people at HIA. Some liked it, saying I look better with it. I suppose it does sport a more youthful bounce now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the title of this post... I didn't sing "I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair" but I was thinking of a past relationship since people say it is common for people to cut their hair when a relationship has recently ended. It is funny too since this person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just got a haircut&lt;/span&gt;, and had also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always wanted me to cut&lt;/span&gt; my hair a certain&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dictated&lt;/span&gt; way, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; the way I wanted it myself. At that time, I said that if I were to get a hair cut, my new hair would end &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just below my shoulders&lt;/span&gt; and I would have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fringe&lt;/span&gt;. Which didn't sit well with my fussy ex. But I've washed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; right outta my life, and hair... And what a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;... This is &lt;span&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32LhUmNnxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lbwmze_EUdo/s1600-h/hol+inn+-+day+of+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32LhUmNnxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lbwmze_EUdo/s400/hol+inn+-+day+of+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439657329514356498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-4007536608384223283?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/4007536608384223283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-35-im-gonna-wash-that-girl-right.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4007536608384223283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4007536608384223283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-35-im-gonna-wash-that-girl-right.html' title='Night 35 - I&apos;m Gonna Wash That Girl Right Outta My Hair'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S32DYu5CkVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1E2Q_0OvzQA/s72-c/at+shoot+outfit+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-6567109414845018484</id><published>2010-02-09T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:32:45.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 34 - Cry Me A River</title><content type='html'>Today I taught at two different schools as I do every Tuesday, before a rehearsal for my dear friend's production called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Noh Now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsal venue was changed suddenly after we had set our dates down for the rehearsal ages ago at a place in Serangoon. I hope the kind folks at the venue in Serangoon didn't make plans just for us that day, only to cancel them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very emotional during one scene in the rehearsal but it didn't spill over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;into &lt;/span&gt;my real life. I had always insisted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(for and to myself only)&lt;/span&gt; I never want to use much of my personal life in my work, because I felt I would be exploiting it, the experiences and the people around me. Especially intense and private moments. However, this scene seemed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;call&lt;/span&gt; for it. And so, I allowed it, but I knew it wouldn't go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out of control&lt;/span&gt;. My tears stopped the moment the scene was over. I tried to clear my blocked nose in time for singing as I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt; to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the HIA, someone asked for "Businessman in New York" by Sting (now I think he meant Englishman but no matter) so we did fresh song for him, also by Sting. "Fields Of Gold". So fresh that some chords didn't match. Still it sounded snazzy and deliberate. And I led confidently with my vocals and it turned out as a song, though I suppose it is a little strange. Fields of Copper-haps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few lovely numbers for the rest of the night, like 7, 8 and 9... kidding. Yes I believe we did "Cry Me A River" which might've been perfect for my Noh rehearsal this afternoon. But I ain't gonna cry for my hair which is to be cut &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-6567109414845018484?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/6567109414845018484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-34-cry-me-river.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/6567109414845018484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/6567109414845018484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-34-cry-me-river.html' title='Night 34 - Cry Me A River'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-2816519718813140019</id><published>2010-02-08T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:01:48.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 33 - They Can't Take That Away From Me</title><content type='html'>The memory of my hair that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a shoot with an old friend in the afternoon simply because my hair is about to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chopped off&lt;/span&gt; by Ochre Pictures for a Suria Malay drama called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"First Impressions"&lt;/span&gt;. I do trust them to be professionals of course, but I just hope they don't butcher my hair entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hair grows back so I'm not biting my nails, or hair, over it. My first day of shoot as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen&lt;/span&gt;, an magazine editor&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (series regular)&lt;/span&gt;, will be Wednesday which is also when they will do the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snippity snip&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photoshoot went well, I think. Benjamin, the photographer is very much an old friend and it was wonderful to catch up. He said it has been many years and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; look good, which I am sure is only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kindness&lt;/span&gt; on his part. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still &lt;/span&gt;I can't wait to see the pictures! Should I post them up here? It isn't related to music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight our fresh songs were "Crazy Little Thing Called Love", "Isn't She Lovely", and "They Can't Take That Away From Me". I always like singing these songs so I was all smiles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-2816519718813140019?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/2816519718813140019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-33-you-cant-take-that-away-from.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/2816519718813140019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/2816519718813140019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-33-you-cant-take-that-away-from.html' title='Night 33 - They Can&apos;t Take That Away From Me'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-1851158583920437274</id><published>2010-02-06T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:52:33.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 32 - Beyond The Sea</title><content type='html'>Now Adi and I didn't do this song though we should've!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been perfect for all the sea faring guests. Many had stepped off a cruise ship and a few more were going on one. I guess the hotel is nicely nestled between nightlife and the harbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much else to report today. I had a shoot before that because my hair was about to go for a TV shoot. It needs a cut anyway. :-) After that I had a jam session with What The, a band of lovely friends, before heading to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Holiday Inn Atrium)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun entertaining a joyful little crowd from Scotland, who I must admit, entertained us just as much. They bought me a drink and told me about their cruise as well. I love that they were singing along to "I Will Survive", "Can't Take My Eyes Off You". Football was going on so I tried &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to be too rude and intrude audibly. I did change a few words in the songs to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'football'&lt;/span&gt; to show them I support their love for the game. A few noticed and smiled, but of course they could be thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'She won't leave us alone, will she?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the many locals tonight, I did Teresa Teng's "Yue Liang Dai Biao Wo De Xin" (The Moon Represents My Heart) since Chinese New Year is well on its way. And someone from China sang along! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So many sing-alongs&lt;/span&gt; tonight, how lovely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-1851158583920437274?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/1851158583920437274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-32-beyond-sea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/1851158583920437274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/1851158583920437274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-32-beyond-sea.html' title='Night 32 - Beyond The Sea'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-8824943132189776773</id><published>2010-02-05T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:44:10.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 31 - You Don't Know Me</title><content type='html'>Moey, the pianist for tonight, didn't know me before 7:45pm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adi couldn't make it so he had Moey play with me tonight. I liked that I was being thrown together with someone else which will keep me on my toes and be a fun, challenging training session. And I loved the fact that though he wasn't the most experienced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as Adi had mentioned, but no matter!)&lt;/span&gt;, he was so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;willing to try&lt;/span&gt; and do whichever songs I gratefully suggested. And he seemed to know more songs too, or perhaps a different set of tunes. So we performed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Call Me Irresponsible"&lt;/span&gt; - Simply because I can be if I choose to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Time After Time"&lt;/span&gt; - The Cyndi Lauper one, though I am dreaming of the Sammy Cahn &amp;amp; Jule Styne one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Like Someone In Love"&lt;/span&gt; - What a fun little ditty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You Don't Know Me"&lt;/span&gt; - I last sang this as a wedding march-in at the couple's request. How strange. But what a lovely song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Both Sides Now"&lt;/span&gt; - Finally performed this for the first time and I love it. Love Joni Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"For Once In My Life"&lt;/span&gt; - Always wanted to do it and now I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Walking My Baby Back Home"&lt;/span&gt; - One of my absolute favourites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You Light Up My Life"&lt;/span&gt; - I recall burping in the middle of this song at a wedding. I just had to do it again, this time without the burp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You Belong to Me"&lt;/span&gt; - Sang this last a capella at a gig or tour, called War on Wheels, since this song was often dedicated to soldiers going away during World War Two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-8824943132189776773?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/8824943132189776773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-31-you-dont-know-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/8824943132189776773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/8824943132189776773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-31-you-dont-know-me.html' title='Night 31 - You Don&apos;t Know Me'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-6505467710052995110</id><published>2010-02-04T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:28:01.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 30 - House Of The Rising Sun</title><content type='html'>Or shall I say the singing moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had a lovely tip after a happy chat. From a couple from Lebanon who now live in Australia. They were part of a cruise. How lovely. They liked a lot of our music, which was wonderful to know, and they asked for "Strangers in the Night". I said "I know it but not the words so is it okay if I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make them up&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said yes. And I did, a little, along with scatting. Scatterbrain I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another request which we tried to fulfill without the right words were "House of the Rising Sun" where I told the story of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how I landed on earth&lt;/span&gt;. This came from a table where some were regulars and a few were friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, now I know a few more songs to add to my repertoire. :-) Just gotta get the words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-6505467710052995110?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/6505467710052995110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-30-house-of-rising-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/6505467710052995110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/6505467710052995110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-30-house-of-rising-sun.html' title='Night 30 - House Of The Rising Sun'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-9149833359419055897</id><published>2010-02-03T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:38:23.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 29 - Under The Boardwalk</title><content type='html'>We got another tip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the song, you guessed it, "Under The Boardwalk"! From an affable couple from Adelaide. It's even more interesting that they were staying at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; hotel but dropped in here, AND will be coming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back again&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow! I do not suppose I am very calculative, especially monetarily, but I am glad to report that this is our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;third tip&lt;/span&gt;! It's all about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt;. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 songs for tomorrow night&lt;/span&gt; when requests came in. One was "That's What Friends Are For" which I didn't have the lyrics for and ended up performing "You've Got A Friend" instead. Another song was "The Rose" which I could have done but time had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; run out and I always like to end the final set with a closing song that I know Adi and I will do well with, and tonight it was "Imagine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guests who requested those songs will be back tomorrow so I will be armed and ready to give their ears a treat! I sure hope they will like that. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend popped by (again) which was a nice surprise, and went so far &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(literally) &lt;/span&gt;as to send me home! A couple of people came by regarding work, since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;wasn't able to come to them, for an audition. Haha, how kind and accommodating, and I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; must&lt;/span&gt; say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; to them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sleep well now for another&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; long&lt;/span&gt; day awaits me tomorrow. I must admit I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; my best tonight since I was rather tired. Tomorrow will be lovely, I just know it... Wow, as of now, 5 'tomorrow's in this post. I shoulda called this post "Tomorrow", as in the song from Annie. I'll save that title for another day, perhaps tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; now. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vadei Hell am I so positive suddenly? (more on yummy Vadei next time, maybe tomo--)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-9149833359419055897?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/9149833359419055897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-29-under-boardwalk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/9149833359419055897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/9149833359419055897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-29-under-boardwalk.html' title='Night 29 - Under The Boardwalk'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-5377819770877100075</id><published>2010-02-02T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:12:48.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 28 - Little Girl Blue</title><content type='html'>Tired night but did two fresh songs, completely new to Adi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I borrowed two books of music sheet collections, I had wanted to do these songs so I gave them to Adi, who it seems has been very busy. But today I put my foot down and kindly asserted my desires, mostly because I had to retrieve the books from him and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;return&lt;/span&gt; them to the library &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt; (which I did on the way home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love "Hey There" and heard Rosemary Clooney's rendition so I sing the advice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'like a mother'&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'like a brother'&lt;/span&gt;. This is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt; I'm reviving this song since my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; singing gig in a piano bar named Monaco in Clarke Quay about 6 years ago (but I can get dates mixed up). That was actually a place where some unpleasant things were born. But nonetheless. All part of life. Which led to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little Girl Blue" and blue I was. That song was always a favourite of mine and I know it by heart after listening to Linda Ronstadt's rendition at least a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thousand &lt;/span&gt;times. Adi had never heard of it and said he couldn't see the music sheet clearly so it turned out quite butchered. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old girl you're through...&lt;/span&gt; Quite a few reasons to be blue actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the books have been returned with no time to photocopy at this hour, and I was thinking: what a waste... someone else might've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; really used&lt;/span&gt; the books this whole time. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-5377819770877100075?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/5377819770877100075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-28-little-girl-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5377819770877100075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5377819770877100075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-28-little-girl-blue.html' title='Night 28 - Little Girl Blue'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-4741616666940972221</id><published>2010-02-01T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:55:08.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 27 - Rainy Days And Mondays</title><content type='html'>Tonight was quite a relaxed and lovely one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drizzled&lt;/span&gt; a little in the afternoon. So we performed "Rainy Days And Mondays". How apt. :-) I wrote a poem when I was 16 called January Rain. Well, goodbye January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a table with 3 Japanese guest so we also performed "Ue o muite arukō", aka Sukiyaki. I think I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need to learn another&lt;/span&gt; Japanese song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some folks from Kuala Lumpur who were staying in the hotel as part of their business trip, we answered their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two requests&lt;/span&gt; for "Don't Know Why" &amp;amp; "Leaving On Jet Plane". They liked what we did and it was great that they caught us because on Saturday, we regretfully ended &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just as &lt;/span&gt;they came in for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the only hiccups tonight were actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;burps&lt;/span&gt;. I have no idea why but something I ate might have triggered a machine gun's magazine of burps! So I was glad we survived through to the closing song "I've Got You Under My Skin", which I affectionately call the Splinter song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-4741616666940972221?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/4741616666940972221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-27-rainy-days-and-mondays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4741616666940972221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4741616666940972221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-27-rainy-days-and-mondays.html' title='Night 27 - Rainy Days And Mondays'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-4070377172988662067</id><published>2010-01-30T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T09:36:28.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 26 - Smile</title><content type='html'>Tonight was lovely cos a few friends popped by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sore dry throat&lt;/span&gt;. As if my larynx was coated with sandpaper. That made me bluesify my songs as if I were a drunk and lazy heartbroken lounge singer who just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got dumped&lt;/span&gt; by a long time lover for whom she provided. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a drink of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;warm water&lt;/span&gt; which helped and then dinner was good too. I smuggled home some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;duck skin&lt;/span&gt;. I shall have some in a minute. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had requests for a few songs tonight. "End of the World" requested by my friends, which was the first time I sang it since a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Primary 4&lt;/span&gt; talentime with 2 friends... how nostalgic. "Cry Me A River" was another request in the 3rd set, which we ended up doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt; since we did it once in the first set. And "Killing Me Softly". Hmm, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; sad songs eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sunny side of the street, we performed the evergreen number, "Smile". Although we intended to end the final set with the message of "Imagine", a request came in at the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; very last second&lt;/span&gt; for "Unforgettable" and since we knew it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how could we not&lt;/span&gt; do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent some time in the afternoon making this for "A Little Prayer For Me", my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;newest original recording&lt;/span&gt; for easier access: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/gillianmegan#p/u/6/6zXo67aEMe4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/gillianmegan#p/u/6/6zXo67aEMe4&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zXo67aEMe4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zXo67aEMe4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-4070377172988662067?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/4070377172988662067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-26-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4070377172988662067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4070377172988662067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-26-smile.html' title='Night 26 - Smile'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-3081627170245848041</id><published>2010-01-29T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T09:47:25.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 25 - Fly Me To The Moon</title><content type='html'>Tonight was a far far cry from last night's exhausted performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fly to the moon&lt;/span&gt;! We did a lovely night and perhaps Adi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recording&lt;/span&gt; the performance with his video camera tonight helped. He played in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;full chords&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;regalia&lt;/span&gt; and I sang with a... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuller&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rounder&lt;/span&gt; voice? Whatever it was, it felt like a good night and I even wore my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most expensive&lt;/span&gt; dress. Everyone was appreciative and applauded encouragingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cute that I did "Ue o muite arukō", aka Sukiyaki. And the lone Japanese guest in the crowd said to me in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clear American accent&lt;/span&gt; that my Japanese was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; than his!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept well and much more last night. In the afternoon, I certainly had my warm up with a jam session. Great people with open minds, genuine interest in my music and such admirable dedication. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So lucky&lt;/span&gt; for me. And so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a friend pop by who was kind enough to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; drive me home&lt;/span&gt;. Made friends as well with some people from Norway, though one of them was actually Spanish, and he plays in his own indie bands. We had a good chat about original songs and his mom who was defeated by cancer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-3081627170245848041?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/3081627170245848041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-25-fly-me-to-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/3081627170245848041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/3081627170245848041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-25-fly-me-to-moon.html' title='Night 25 - Fly Me To The Moon'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-5849388891661478006</id><published>2010-01-28T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:52:06.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 24 - Crazy</title><content type='html'>First class started at 8:30am, and last set ended at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I survived the crazy day. I had such a busy day with teaching, squeezing in a radio interview between schools. I was fortunate and grateful that my mom let me borrow her car today! I can't wait to find out what the interview will be like because we recorded 30 minutes of my ramblings and the interview will be edited to just 10 minutes in the show segment "Passion People". After that, Bharati, who is also a friend, will play "A Little Prayer For Me" on air after the interview next Friday, February 5th 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also talked about Terence Tan's festival "A Seed", a series of underground works including Hemang Yadav's "Noh Now" (I mentioned I was rehearsing for it) featuring the play "The Mall". Hemang has trusted me to be the music director for this and I will be staging a show of my own called (thanks to Hemang's great ideas) "Stand Up &amp;amp; Sing" where I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell stories&lt;/span&gt; about incidents, especially those funny and/or sad, in my life and follow up with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;song about&lt;/span&gt; each. It's like stand-up comedy and music. Also kinda the opposite of AWARE's "shut up and sit down". Hahahaha! Well stay tuned for more info about these shows. Most likely late May to late June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was fine and not much to report in comparison to my day. Tried Dolly Parton's "I Will Always Love You" for the first time tonight. Didn't work out too well in my opinion. I will come back with it again soon. Patsy Cline's "Crazy" was lovely. I was so tired and exhausted. Am so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-5849388891661478006?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/5849388891661478006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-24-i-will-survive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5849388891661478006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5849388891661478006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-24-i-will-survive.html' title='Night 24 - Crazy'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-5871850062100900996</id><published>2010-01-27T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:42:28.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 23 - April Showers</title><content type='html'>Had my first real SHOWER in days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeyew, I know. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what a feeling, being's believing&lt;/span&gt;... No we&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; didn't&lt;/span&gt; do any songs from Flashdance. :-) I was singing to myself "April Showers" but have yet to perform that. Love that sweet positive song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not just positive but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very productive&lt;/span&gt; in the day! I taught from 8:30 to 9:30, took a bus to Adi's for a recording of "Blue Moon". That was followed by a quick &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school canteen&lt;/span&gt; lunch and another class from 1 to 2pm, before I took a cab to the Loft Studios with my soul-pal who helped print my original lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Loft Studios, Kevin, who is also a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talented&lt;/span&gt; photographer, had the instrumental backing track arranged and ready from a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;half hour&lt;/span&gt; recording session he had this morning with Nigel, a musician and teacher. The song was "A Little Prayer For Me", about learning to see the truth and moving on. I went into the recording room (as you can see I am not so experienced in studios) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 times&lt;/span&gt;, emerging with 2 takes of the song right through and 1 take of harmony and any extras. That was all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;highly efficient&lt;/span&gt; Kevin needed to create the final track! The entire process including his half hour took about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 hours&lt;/span&gt; and I played the track on a CD Kevin made for me between my 2nd and 3rd set at the Holiday Inn Atrium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I had a new cover (hmm, new old song) and a new original (also new and a little old, written last year). Please tell me what you think after you check them out here! &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Gillian-Tan/186223697045?v=app_16393714252"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Gillian-Tan/186223697045?v=app_16393714252&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; utterly&lt;/span&gt; grateful to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adi&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soul-pal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loft&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nigel&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;involved in one way or another. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-5871850062100900996?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/5871850062100900996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-23-april-showers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5871850062100900996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5871850062100900996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-23-april-showers.html' title='Night 23 - April Showers'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-360138135511199566</id><published>2010-01-26T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:35:27.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 22 - Daydream Believer</title><content type='html'>Cheer up sleepy Jill. Oh what can it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taught in the morning. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very&lt;/span&gt; tired by mid day. I was supposed to go to Adi's for a recording of a cover, but he had a job come up at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; last minute. So that didn't happen and I cheered up because it very thankfully allowed me to get home to take a short nap. Having a little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; helped but I was still sleepy at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now nothing to report except that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really want to&lt;/span&gt; perform this blog entry's title song with Adi next week! Our new song for tonight was "You Needed Me". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smooth&lt;/span&gt; little ditty. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-360138135511199566?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/360138135511199566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-22-daydream-believer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/360138135511199566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/360138135511199566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-22-daydream-believer.html' title='Night 22 - Daydream Believer'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-4268771770175224625</id><published>2010-01-25T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:32:15.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 21 - Save The Last Dance For Me</title><content type='html'>Yes, one of the songs we did tonight. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dance music&lt;/span&gt; isn't really in my CD collection or in my repertoire but I wanted to help a friend with a school project and was happy to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contribute lyrics&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt;. So after tango class, I was in NTU recording till past &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2am&lt;/span&gt; on last night, or this morning (Sunday night, or Monday morning), so I got home after 3am and did I have time for a shower? Tsk, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I had no classes to teach this morning but had meetings this early afternoon. After which I went back to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;far-away-from-everything-else-I-gotta-do&lt;/span&gt; NTU for some bits I couldn't muster up the strength for when my eye lids grew too heavy and my legs weakened too much to even stand. The studio was stuffy on Sunday because on weekends, there was no air conditioning or ventilation for that matter. This time it was better and I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much more &lt;/span&gt;productive. I also had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chair&lt;/span&gt;! I wonder if that's what I need for singing... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often sit during my Holiday Inn Atrium gigs. The sets tonight went very nice and smoothly. So happy! Maybe from warming up and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yelling&lt;/span&gt; with vengeance at the recording and all. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-4268771770175224625?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/4268771770175224625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-21-save-last-dance-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4268771770175224625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4268771770175224625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-21-save-last-dance-for-me.html' title='Night 21 - Save The Last Dance For Me'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-4883538066042233886</id><published>2010-01-23T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:25:56.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 20 - Fever</title><content type='html'>Football fever actually. What a party tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first song, "Blue Moon", we already had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attentive appreciative&lt;/span&gt; audience, even amongst those watching football on the Lobby Lounge's big screen. A very responsive guest in the bright cyan blue shirt was moving to the beat and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; singing along. I remember telling this interactive gentleman, "lovely blue moon, lovely blue shirt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I sang "Cheek to Cheek", he also had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; looking burger which was supposedly a deal during &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy hour&lt;/span&gt;, just like the drinks: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 for 1 before 9pm&lt;/span&gt;. I should consider trying that sometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seemed so receptive and alive tonight, applauding every song and beating or singing along, we did upbeat numbers for a Saturday night such as "I Will Survive", "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" and "Killing Me Softly" (where I told them about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Norman Gimbel&lt;/span&gt; who wrote English lyrics for a lot of foreign songs, turning them into classic hits in the English speaking world).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say the new sound is great and the clarity and sharpness in my voice is heard all throughout the Lobby Lounge. I suspect it is also brought up the volume a little and has beckoned a few people at the buffet on the 4th floor to come down to listen ('everybody's got the fever'), or perhaps to stone me. Good thing stones in the hotel are not so easily accessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the buffet, I had predominantly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tempura&lt;/span&gt; last night and tonight was almost the same. But I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ice-cream&lt;/span&gt; too which I brought down with cake. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally!&lt;/span&gt; (I also finally saw the pool but that's off tangent here.) Of course, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; with the manager's permission. Thank you! Everyone up there is so hospitable and sincere. I must say the word 'hospitable' or 'hospitality' could also give rise to new vocabulary partners like 'hotelable' or 'hotelity'. You know, erase the potential image of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bloody gauzes&lt;/span&gt; and imaginary whiffs of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surgical spirits&lt;/span&gt;... Gee... now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; living up to one's potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favourite regulars requested "Besame Mucho", which meant 'kiss me much' and I was reminded of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; little toddler I played with on the train by simply making &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;silly faces&lt;/span&gt;. I waved goodbye to him and he returned the wave. I blew him a kiss and he blew me one too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-4883538066042233886?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/4883538066042233886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-20-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4883538066042233886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4883538066042233886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-20-fever.html' title='Night 20 - Fever'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-6588694056737317259</id><published>2010-01-22T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:26:58.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 19 - What A Difference A Day Made</title><content type='html'>What happened to the sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something... has... changed. I was not used to it at first. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt; sounded &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clearer&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sharper&lt;/span&gt;, which I didn't really notice until Adi pointed it out with a question. I wasn't bothered with it by the second set, and actually liked it by the third set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a quiet night which was a far cry from the night before so I couldn't help but think "What A Difference A Day Made". Not just in the crowd, but also the sound. There were 2 or 3 tables taken and one even had a group of maybe 6 or 7 gathered with notebooks (both electronic and paper, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;each&lt;/span&gt;), occasionally typing and writing in them. A friend suggested they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taking notes&lt;/span&gt; of what I sang or said about songs or trivia. Haha! What an adorable thought. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; really rehearse or jam outside of our performances, a few &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fresh&lt;/span&gt; renditions were born tonight when we felt it was safe to try. One from the library book I borrowed was "I'll Be Seeing You" but the key was obviously not written for me so I actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;changed octaves&lt;/span&gt; every few bars. Haha, what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;, but what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disrespect&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't mean to, and certainly not with malice in my heart or mind. Adi has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet &lt;/span&gt;to be acquainted with the Sammy Fain melody, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by heart&lt;/span&gt; the literary poetry of this song by Irving Kahal. I have faith that we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; deliver a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gorgeous rendition&lt;/span&gt; soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a special treat, Adi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sang&lt;/span&gt; "To Love Somebody" by the Bee Gees! It was great fun and I felt fancy free just dancing (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;badly&lt;/span&gt;) and doing little bits of harmony on the fly. He has a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; book of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just lyrics&lt;/span&gt; which I didn't know about. Since my printer is kaput, if he lets me, I shall look through it soon to add more gems to our repertoire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I will have ice-cream tonight but missed it and, quite frankly, didn't feel like it very much. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shall &lt;/span&gt;do that tomorrow. I will rest up now for a film by David Lynch tomorrow, called "Inland Empire". How exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-6588694056737317259?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/6588694056737317259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-19-what-difference-day-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/6588694056737317259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/6588694056737317259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-19-what-difference-day-made.html' title='Night 19 - What A Difference A Day Made'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-2873674541735677118</id><published>2010-01-21T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:13:19.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 18 - Condo Condo Condo</title><content type='html'>I had a fun pleasant surprise tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends came to visit! And one of them was my tango partner. So when I attempted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;groove&lt;/span&gt; on stage, which was a comic sight, he gestured that we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; be doing tango. Haha! Come Sunday, we will again. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of them were avid bookworms and I suspected one of them knew &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every jazz standard&lt;/span&gt; before I finished introducing each of them. They were all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Nice&lt;/span&gt;! With so many friends who live in Singapore, I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no choice&lt;/span&gt; but to sing my Condo song (a "Quando" parody) for them! Read my lyrics at &lt;a href="http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-8-lets-fall-in-love.html"&gt;http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-8-lets-fall-in-love.html&lt;/a&gt; , or better yet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sing along&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lovely friends popped by without warning which was a wonderful surprise. So I was happy to end the set with "What a Wonderful World" where my favourite line 'what they're really saying is I love you' really got&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Under My Skin&lt;/span&gt;. I am only sorry, and honestly kicking my a**, that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; pictures! Would have been lovely moments captured. Perhaps the moments stored in one's heart and mind are more precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am blogging &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; for the past few days &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from Monday&lt;/span&gt; because I have no work (meaning fun high energy classes of adorable kids to teach) tomorrow morning. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;, however, be teaching Primary 3's at 1pm. So I shall head to bed soon, and catch up on some sleep debt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-2873674541735677118?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/2873674541735677118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-18-condo-condo-condo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/2873674541735677118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/2873674541735677118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-18-condo-condo-condo.html' title='Night 18 - Condo Condo Condo'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-9113064032186320446</id><published>2010-01-20T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:24:34.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 17 - The Way I Am</title><content type='html'>Today was a long and exciting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i9DaCIU2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/hnpiX6gxbQs/s1600-h/P1200066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i9DaCIU2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/hnpiX6gxbQs/s320/P1200066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429297217020646242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:30am class&lt;/span&gt; with a school in Aljunied, I had a hearty breakfast of nasi lemak with vegetables since I was early and knew I needed the nutrition. For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S$1.20&lt;/span&gt;, it's a good tasty meal. How cute is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:30, I ended class and headed off to meet a friend who was able to help me with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recording&lt;/span&gt; my original songs. That was interesting and productive. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't wait&lt;/span&gt; to update! The journey there and the bus driver was memorably adorable. I had told this attentive captain I wanted to get off at Serangoon MRT, and when I tapped&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i-Re8un1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/DIpowAVW5oU/s1600-h/P1200068a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i-Re8un1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/DIpowAVW5oU/s320/P1200068a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429298558369963858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; out too early, he called out to me and explained the sign I saw was for an non-operational station. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dn't &lt;/span&gt;ask for extra payment, and was trying to describe the bus services and the way Serangoon was built. He helpfully directed me to the entrance of the MRT station. So sweet! And I also saw this in his bus and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had to&lt;/span&gt; snap a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed off to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next school&lt;/span&gt; after the music studio. Lessons were fun and the kids were good. After that I had a short &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nap&lt;/span&gt; and then headed to a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;audition&lt;/span&gt; with some friends with a sorta parody I wrote. It was well received. The Universe, God, everyone and everything is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt; to me so I am utterly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the gig, all went well but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt; if I smelled. I wore the same outfit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all day&lt;/span&gt; (little red riding hood comes to mind, though it was a red tube top) and for the evening, subtracted the black cardigan. Lots of people liked it. It was also the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time I wore pants to the Lobby Lounge's stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some American guests who have been visiting every night and one even came on stage with a country song done a capella. He was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; great&lt;/span&gt; in his delivery of Merle Haggard's "The Way I Am"! So much so I am naming this blog after this song. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought out most of our country, folk and pop numbers from Patsy Cline's "Crazy" to Eric Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight", to have these guys sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;along&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; a festive moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-9113064032186320446?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/9113064032186320446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/9113064032186320446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/9113064032186320446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-17.html' title='Night 17 - The Way I Am'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i9DaCIU2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/hnpiX6gxbQs/s72-c/P1200066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-5673032883673737943</id><published>2010-01-19T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:59:39.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 16 - All The Way</title><content type='html'>The first of many &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt; days from now till end of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke at perhaps 7am to get to work. I was teaching for an hour this morning. And then for an hour in the afternoon. I was to be at the Holiday Inn Atrium by 7:30 to sing... So I had to find a way to kill time since the hassle, cost and travelling time didn't warrant my going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a happy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;primary school canteen&lt;/span&gt; meal of chicken rice for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S$1&lt;/span&gt;. Yummy and lasted me till my evening gig. I also ended up tempted by a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;$10 sign&lt;/span&gt; and bought 2 dresses from the rack (pretty good deal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; just in time for Chinese New Year), toyed with the idea of new glasses since mine had been with me for about 4 years. Still S$90 seemed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too extravagant&lt;/span&gt;. But I hadn't been shopping or window shopping for glasses for 4 years so am completely out of touch with what people pay for such things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was quiet but peppered with happy little moments. I made sure I ate desserts tonight too, which had always slipped my mind. Take a look and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drool&lt;/span&gt;! (I didn't have the feta cheese though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i1diR1i-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/rpa2CmjsSCQ/s1600-h/P1200091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i1diR1i-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/rpa2CmjsSCQ/s200/P1200091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429288869817584610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i1PVE2EjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4tISX1uF6_k/s1600-h/P1200087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i1PVE2EjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4tISX1uF6_k/s200/P1200087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429288625755263538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i1dPequiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RUEXnaoneVI/s1600-h/P1200089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i1dPequiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RUEXnaoneVI/s200/P1200089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429288864771127842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i1OupgbtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PKaw5FnLqDc/s1600-h/P1200084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i1OupgbtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PKaw5FnLqDc/s200/P1200084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429288615440051922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i1OUTWWAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/42bP_0S9RyU/s1600-h/P1200082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i1OUTWWAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/42bP_0S9RyU/s200/P1200082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429288608367794178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i1N43zAwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IC_QQy0kw74/s1600-h/P1200081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i1N43zAwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IC_QQy0kw74/s200/P1200081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429288601004475138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i1PEbRI7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/me8WMD5pyPs/s1600-h/P1200092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i1PEbRI7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/me8WMD5pyPs/s200/P1200092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429288621285909426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lovely surprise was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tip&lt;/span&gt;! Simple and sweet, from Japanese Airlines stewardesses after we performed "Ue o muite arukō" aka sukiyaki. Tonight we tried "All The Way" which was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time I ever performed it. Other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fresh&lt;/span&gt; additions to our repertoire tonight were these 3 songs which I've always known &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by heart&lt;/span&gt;: "When You Wish Upon A Star" , "What A Difference A Day Made" and "Love Is Here To Stay". I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; when I finally got the chance to sing them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-5673032883673737943?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/5673032883673737943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-16-all-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5673032883673737943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5673032883673737943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-16-all-way.html' title='Night 16 - All The Way'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1i1diR1i-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/rpa2CmjsSCQ/s72-c/P1200091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-7078250050791511119</id><published>2010-01-18T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:01:36.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 15 - Leaving On A Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>The internet has been crazy. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be its Monday blues. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Virtually.&lt;/span&gt; So coupled with my worry about not being able to wake in time for school tomorrow (I teach drama and acting related courses), I did not blog on Monday. Or Tuesday, or... This however will be listed as a Monday entry. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;, how can one believe anyone online anymore? Or has that stopped ages ago and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am only catching on now? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*scratches chin*&lt;/span&gt; Oh, no matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1ixFozo4xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/29bQZBzKYbs/s1600-h/P1190065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1ixFozo4xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/29bQZBzKYbs/s320/P1190065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429284061206602514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, on the way to work I was appalled that at rush hour on a very crowded train, around 7pm, there was this big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unoccupied space&lt;/span&gt; in front of me. It lasted so long, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just had&lt;/span&gt; to take a picture to mark its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;permanence&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine this: a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tight squeeze&lt;/span&gt; of a lot of tired office goers and shoppers all around this dreadful circle of dead air. I was honestly quite irked. What can we do about this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the gig began, the night was lovely. My soul-pal had sweetly helped me print lyrics to about 15 songs which I cleverly and anally squeezed onto 3 sheets of A4 sized paper. Thank you! Adi and I performed some new songs like "Perfidia" (one of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absolute&lt;/span&gt; favourites) and it was wonderful to have a happy and grateful audience. Sadly it was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt; for a lot of our guests. So "Leaving On A Jet Plane" was apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a certain transience in this scene and it seems significant. I can't say I like or hate it. But I appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-7078250050791511119?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/7078250050791511119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-15-leaving-on-jet-plane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/7078250050791511119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/7078250050791511119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-15-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Night 15 - Leaving On A Jet Plane'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S1ixFozo4xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/29bQZBzKYbs/s72-c/P1190065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-1130786443090491156</id><published>2010-01-16T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:31:49.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 14 - Round Midnight</title><content type='html'>Sleepy night. But happy and relaxed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote so much for Friday night, or last night. So I will keep this short. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yeah right.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul-pal came by, as she did yesterday right after the final set, but this time caught a lot more. :-) I did "Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; for her. I hope she liked it more than I did. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked for "Vincent" but he wasn't working tonight. Kidding. I sang a little bit with my own made up lyrics, meaning no disrespect to the song, and also promising to learn it for the next time the requester visits. I shall have it ready by Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried "Round Midnight" tonight. Interesting. I was so sleepy that I was in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;limbo&lt;/span&gt; while performing some songs. Then I slept like a baby on the train home. Ah... and woke up in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;town, not too far from mine but still a distance away. And the last trains had all gone home by then. I wasn't upset at all though. Very calmly, I wandered through the bus interchange hoping I will find a bus to bring me home. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt; as I was about to resign myself to a cab, I found a bus that was going to leave &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5 minutes&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; home! I chatted with my soul-pal on the bus, who tried to wake me while I was on the train. Thanks dear but sorry I am such a sleepy snail. After the little chat, I fell asleep and woke up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfectly&lt;/span&gt; at my stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I am a little worried about next week when I will virtually not have any time to rest. More on that later. I will be at Noh rehearsal, tango and maybe, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just maybe&lt;/span&gt;, a jam session tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-1130786443090491156?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/1130786443090491156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-14-round-midnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/1130786443090491156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/1130786443090491156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-14-round-midnight.html' title='Night 14 - Round Midnight'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-3755924583888807483</id><published>2010-01-15T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:00:57.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 13 - Unforgettable</title><content type='html'>Now I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; tired I couldn't blog tonight so this is written, or typed, over 24 hours later. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now&lt;/span&gt; we travel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baaack&lt;/span&gt; in time to Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely evening, except I felt a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wee bit&lt;/span&gt; nervous about my mom coming to watch with her friends. Would I screw up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no!&lt;/span&gt; And there were a few imperfect starts which were great for challenging improvisations and twists to the songs. I even sang an original song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a capella&lt;/span&gt;, and it is called... I haven't figured out a title yet. This is how it goes, an old very simple poem written sometime over the course of my childhood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The nightingale sings her lonesome song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her tunes are never wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The moonlight dances across the lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's my hand for you to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The watch on your wrist tells us you must go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart is breaking oh so slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And just one last time, please hold me tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And darling, kiss me goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Copyright, by Gillian Tan, can you hear the melody too?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; remember lyrics to my songs but this one was easy for me. I wonder why. Maybe cos it was so simple and short? Well, people seemed to like it. My mom's friends from Australia were there. One of them was a professional performer and came up on stage to duet with me on "Unforgettable" and "Let There Be Love". He also delivered "L.O.V.E." as a solo. Amazing quality and command in his voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cutest&lt;/span&gt; thing about my mom visiting was that most of the guests, who were either friendly regulars or travellers who have been coming by consecutively for the last few nights, were&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; very&lt;/span&gt; excited to meet her! She joked with them and they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; her. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful photo shoot in the afternoon at the Furama Riverfront (I sang at a wedding there once) right across the street from the Holiday Inn Atrium. The photographer was such a sweetheart to not just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;offer&lt;/span&gt; me the keys for the room that night (which would otherwise go to waste, which I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; gave to my mom), but also take care of me by calling me a cab for my next meeting and getting me lunch. Then he came by for an overpriced cola (I shoulda taken care of that but he beat me to it!!) even though he was so tired from a day of shoot and was going to work at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 6am&lt;/span&gt; the next morning. The sad part is that when he walked in, I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; finished my set with "Blue Bayou" done in a key higher than my usual which I could only describe as strained butchering. Sigh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point kicking myself, you schizo. I shall return with a vengeance when I next perform that song and it will be stellar! Ok Jill whatever you say. I say? Just you wait and see. Or hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-3755924583888807483?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/3755924583888807483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-13-unforgettable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/3755924583888807483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/3755924583888807483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-13-unforgettable.html' title='Night 13 - Unforgettable'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-8197462698578633324</id><published>2010-01-14T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:36:03.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 12 - Do That To Me One More Time</title><content type='html'>Night of wine and gobbles, laugh and run away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was my dinner. I realise I am terrible at uploading pictures. So here. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always segment my food to protect the integrity and flavour of each dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S09Oyt2nG7I/AAAAAAAAADw/Pr6U2EGYCN8/s1600-h/P1140042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S09Oyt2nG7I/AAAAAAAAADw/Pr6U2EGYCN8/s320/P1140042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426642709213813682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fried worms &lt;/span&gt;look good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding, it's mee tai bak (of course it can be spelled and pronounced a few hundred other ways). A Chinese (ethnically, not nationally) hawker flour noodle dish literally translated as mouse tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Chinese, I was asked to sing a Mandarin song. I had cleaned up my file and not included &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; Mandarin songs but I searched and found Teresa Teng's "yue liang dai biao wo de xin" (The Moon Represents My Heart) and did a heartfelt rendition of it with Adi. It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heartfelt&lt;/span&gt; because I couldn't allow the focus to fall on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less-than-perfect&lt;/span&gt; enunciation of the words. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The requesters were happy with it and asked for more Mandarin ones for their next visit. They were locals, applauding every song. They even offered me some red wine which I believe is healthy. I also had tea which created a good balance I think. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little absent-minded today and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt; my contact lenses. So I sang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; my glasses, challenging myself with my own private game of Don't Forget the Lyrics. I must say I did pretty well. Not that absent-minded after all. Well, some single words were a little far off but I recalled in time when I had to repeat those verses or choruses. I got through "Do That To Me One More Time" with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; lyrics in front of me and squinted only a few times. Phew! Now I hope to do it one more time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; the lyrics in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke a lot tonight between songs relating facts and personal stories. A trio of Scottish travellers, who came by last night as well, told me tonight that they enjoyed watching us and said that we made the atmosphere very cheery, happy and inviting. That has to be one of the kindest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; sweetest things I have heard since starting my gig here. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-8197462698578633324?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/8197462698578633324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-12-do-that-to-me-one-more-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/8197462698578633324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/8197462698578633324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-12-do-that-to-me-one-more-time.html' title='Night 12 - Do That To Me One More Time'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S09Oyt2nG7I/AAAAAAAAADw/Pr6U2EGYCN8/s72-c/P1140042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-4819641794098382147</id><published>2010-01-13T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:59:00.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 11 - Islands In The Stream</title><content type='html'>We had a duet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't planned but it worked out quite alright. One of our guests wanted to sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acapella&lt;/span&gt; and after his valiant southern-drawled performance, we did a little duet with classic "Islands in the Stream". He and his friends were quite the country fans. So Adi and I delivered "Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue" and "Leaving On A Jet Plane" to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;audibly appreciative&lt;/span&gt; guests tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good dinner at work including &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dessert&lt;/span&gt; which for some reason always slipped my mind before. Each set went well. It was casual and fun tonight with guests interacting with me and asking for requests by hollering from the floor. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like that!&lt;/span&gt; How lively. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked for "Even Now" by Barry Manilow. I've heard it and can learn it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soooo emo.&lt;/span&gt; *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, I went to the gym with my soul-pal these last 2 days. And for more than just a shower! She is great at motivating me, even patiently teaching me dance moves. We also went to the library to borrow some books with more jazz standards to sing, reaffirm and learn. I also picked up a book of plays by Arthur Miller. For my happy train rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had a sleepy train ride home, so I am off to bed. The coming week is going to be quite insane when teaching begins. Yet I'm looking forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-4819641794098382147?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/4819641794098382147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-11-islands-in-stream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4819641794098382147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/4819641794098382147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-11-islands-in-stream.html' title='Night 11 - Islands In The Stream'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-5163689918725159769</id><published>2010-01-12T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:03:20.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 10 - Days of Wine and Roses</title><content type='html'>It was busy before we even started tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first set started slow but was very pleasant. We did a song I had never sung yet, "Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue". I had once heard Adi play it as an instrumental, and thought to myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why don't I learn the song?&lt;/span&gt; It was honestly an experiment that yielded audibly positive results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second set was more upbeat and the third set showcased some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;groovy&lt;/span&gt; tunes where I stood up to move and dance (hardly) at the request of some guests. The crowd was made up of mostly travellers, peppered with a few of the regulars. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very glad&lt;/span&gt; that the guests were attentive and seemed to enjoy every song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people had the club sandwich for dinner which I haven't tried. Instead, I had my dinner of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laksa&lt;/span&gt; and little tasty nibbles from the delectable spread at the restaurant buffet on the 4th floor. On the way down in the lift, I told a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pilot&lt;/span&gt; as he was leaving the hotel, "Have a safe trip!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, was that silly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-5163689918725159769?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/5163689918725159769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-10-days-of-wine-and-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5163689918725159769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5163689918725159769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-10-days-of-wine-and-roses.html' title='Night 10 - Days of Wine and Roses'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-8248634164366467013</id><published>2010-01-11T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:31:59.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 9 - You've Got A Friend</title><content type='html'>Friendly night to begin the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun tonight because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone else&lt;/span&gt;. A few friends and a member from my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Gillian-Tan/186223697045"&gt;facebook public page&lt;/a&gt; &lt;http: com="" pages="" tan="" 186223697045=""&gt; popped by. What a lovely surprise! One of our regulars named me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; original songs! What an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; lovelier surprise! Made me a bit shy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartenders and waitresses were great as always. Not only did I get a gorgeous hot chocolate from the bar, I also had a fun chat with the guests. When I went up for dinner, a chef spied on me as I picked skin off some duck slices. He asked if I would like some fresh duck and I said "Yes! But only the skin. I really love skin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he appeared a few minutes later with a plate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filled&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;skin&lt;/span&gt;! Glorious skin... It was a such a heavenly sight. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; ecstatic, I asked to bring it downstairs to the lobby. Usually this is a no-no but skin can be seen as harmless discards. So they allowed it. The skin was so good I shared it with the guests in the Lobby Lounge. Some enjoyed it. A few said no. Only one person winced at the thought of oily fatty duck skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid for that later in oil and phlegm felt at the edge of my throat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;While&lt;/span&gt; I was singing. Haha. Terribly rude to clear my throat on stage but UNembarrassable Jilly did it anyway, coughing and laughing it off. I told some bar jokes since hey, we were all getting drinks from the bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I performed my Condo song to the delight of the locals. Yay! We delivered a request for "Over The Rainbow". And Adi and I did some fresh songs like "You've Got A Friend", Maurice William's "Stay" and "Hold Me, Thril Me, Kiss Me". Happy! I actually had a dream we did some Joni Mitchell. We just might this week. :-)&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-8248634164366467013?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/8248634164366467013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-9-youve-got-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/8248634164366467013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/8248634164366467013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-9-youve-got-friend.html' title='Night 9 - You&apos;ve Got A Friend'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-1845152299125487020</id><published>2010-01-09T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T05:23:07.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 8 - Let's Fall In Love</title><content type='html'>Tonight was &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;magical&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Special thanks to the guests.&lt;/span&gt; Everyone was tapping along, listening, having a fun time and we also fed off their energy and did some happy up-tempo numbers. Like 7. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had someone come on stage an try to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;duet&lt;/span&gt; with me and I hope Adi wasn't &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; shocked by that. I hope we can work something out for my volunteer duet partner on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first set was smooth with relaxed numbers like "Sunny Side of The Street" and "Something Stupid". A regular came by for the first set and gave me some lozenges because I was coughing yesterday. Now I kinda remember that. How sweet! Literally too. :-) A young Burmese waitress told him that she had never heard most of the songs we performed but I think she sang along to the classic "Moon River". That set served as a good precursor to our next set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0jKhlxo3gI/AAAAAAAAADg/ecX5z5Hvu34/s1600-h/SANY0257+-+half.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424808429592567298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0jKhlxo3gI/AAAAAAAAADg/ecX5z5Hvu34/s200/SANY0257+-+half.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friends Joe and Li stopped by for my second set and very encouragingly applauded "For Sentimental Reasons", "I Wish You Love", "Blue Bayou" and every other song in that set. Aren't they lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also performed "Quando" with a longer version of my &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Singapore property version&lt;/span&gt; and my original parody goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tell me where do you reside? Is it condo condo condo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Not a HDB like me, o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;r a landed property.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Is it near the MRT, from your condo condo condo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Can you walk there easily? Or do you have to take taxi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Every floor has a lift. Every lift has a mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Can you show me the way, to the sauna and the pool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I can't wait a moment more, for a condo condo condo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Get me keys to my own door. And then agent, tell me where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Parody Lyrics Copyright by Gillian Tan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Singaporeans loved it (the few who were there). Then "La Bamba" was met with dancing and sing-alongs! I did my Japanese number "Ue o muite arukō" ("I look up when I walk" aka "Sukiyaki") again tonight in my last set which went well and the crowd showed their appreciation. At one of the tables sat this lovely couple! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0jKh9IFpLI/AAAAAAAAADo/cZpxJhAHne8/s1600-h/SANY0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424808435860743346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0jKh9IFpLI/AAAAAAAAADo/cZpxJhAHne8/s200/SANY0277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0jKhXKks_I/AAAAAAAAADY/Mv5imfFjvAo/s1600-h/SANY0272+-+half.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424808425670620146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0jKhXKks_I/AAAAAAAAADY/Mv5imfFjvAo/s200/SANY0272+-+half.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Affable Bob and his lovely wife Nui (I must clarify the spelling of her name) were here with their two adorable daughters who had, by the end of my last set, gone to bed. I guess they enjoyed the show &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; they bought me a Piña colada. My delightful soul-pal EZ joined us and we had &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;such fun&lt;/span&gt; talking about Thailand, Singapore, the US and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our guests was leaving for the airport to catch a flight at midnight (!!) since he was only here for a day, yet it was good that he managed to catch Adi and me in action. We delivered 3 requests: "Girl from Ipanema", "Paper Moon" and "Autumn Leaves". One requester was so sweet, he gave me a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;tip&lt;/span&gt;. :-) I was going to split it with Adi but he left right after the final set, but the usually forgetful Jill &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;shall&lt;/span&gt; remember this on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-1845152299125487020?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/1845152299125487020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-8-lets-fall-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/1845152299125487020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/1845152299125487020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-8-lets-fall-in-love.html' title='Night 8 - Let&apos;s Fall In Love'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0jKhlxo3gI/AAAAAAAAADg/ecX5z5Hvu34/s72-c/SANY0257+-+half.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-5155440205077006544</id><published>2010-01-08T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:49:23.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 7 - Dream A Little Dream</title><content type='html'>I was terribly tired tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; tired I plonked into bed right after the gig. So I am typing this on night 8. Haha, so honestly I do not remember much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have in my head today was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noh&lt;/span&gt; theatre. I was rehearsing for a Noh performance with some friends from about 8 to maybe 11am. We also had a healthy organic vegetarian lunch. Ok! I confess. I didn't sleep after my gig from night 6 until right after this lunch which ended about 2pm. So I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trained&lt;/span&gt; home and slept till 6, after which I headed to Holiday Inn Atrium still feeling a little tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't busy tonight, so I was very relaxed and I even closed my eyes to rest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; songs. It seemed to fit well with the songs though. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-5155440205077006544?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/5155440205077006544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-7-dream-little-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5155440205077006544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/5155440205077006544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-7-dream-little-dream.html' title='Night 7 - Dream A Little Dream'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-8512327645846240258</id><published>2010-01-07T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:27:33.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 6 - Imagine</title><content type='html'>Quiet Night of Quiet Stars. Yes it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't do that song. We started late tonight on account of me. Rushing from Jurong Camp 2, not 1, but 2. It has to be very clear or one will get lost. The sad and simple, even funny and annoying, reason why I and a whole lot of others got lost was that we were sent an email with the map for Jurong Camp 1. Grrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to an efficient cab driver who also made great conversation, I made it to the Holiday Inn Atrium by 8:06pm. And our first set went on without a hitch. Very quiet but intimate and friendly. Some regulars were there, a few tourists were chatting at the bar, and a business meeting was going on just behind us right outside the lounge area. We had a request for "Fly Me To The Moon", one of my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that we did some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fresh&lt;/span&gt; songs together. I last sang these at weddings in the last few months but never at the Lobby Lounge: "La Bamba" &amp;amp; "Over The Rainbow". I butchered "Misty" so will master that soon. Sigh. For the very first time, I crooned "Ue o muite arukō" (meaning "I look up when I walk" aka "Sukiyaki") and explained it was a sad song despite its hopeful melody. That worked out quite spectacularly so am raring to do it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; especially if we have Japanese guests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told everyone how Billy Joel's drummer would sing along on stage just in case Joel forgot his own lyrics. As a songwriter myself (I'm so not a big deal though), I know how common that is. "Just The Way You Are" was written for his first wife so after the divorce, his drummer would sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I could not love her any longer. She took the house, she took the car..." &lt;/span&gt;(it varies a little) and sometimes Joel would sing that by mistake. So I put that in too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of chatting with the guests since I only walked around to say hi to the few who weren't engaged in serious business, I chatted with the staff and daydreamed. So it was apt to deliver "Imagine" and "What a Wonderful World". It used to make me cry at the line "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they're really saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much else to say but personally, dinner tonight was very satisfying. Yes I had time for a small one. Grilled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;potato&lt;/span&gt; cubes in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sambal&lt;/span&gt; with squid. And loose bales of chicken &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;skin&lt;/span&gt;! Nic the bartender made me a special drink since I couldn't decide on what I wanted. He made an orange-yellow mocktail with fruit pieces in it. Pineapple or mango, maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;. It tasted like something I knew but I didn't know what it was. Nonetheless it was a delightful thirst quencher! Got me thinking: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could only taste that familiar sunrise through sleepy eyes, how happy I'd be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-8512327645846240258?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/8512327645846240258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-6-imagine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/8512327645846240258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/8512327645846240258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-6-imagine.html' title='Night 6 - Imagine'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-6540178195347898748</id><published>2010-01-06T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:30:47.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 5 - Cheek to Cheek</title><content type='html'>Tonight was lighthearted and intimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some locals who were regulars to the lounge. One of the tables requested "Close to You" &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0TF6ARIGNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_Z8FkyIMifs/s1600-h/P1060032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0TF6ARIGNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_Z8FkyIMifs/s320/P1060032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423677451555838162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;which was a lovely song to describe the evening. Another song which not only gives one a sense of warmth and joy, but was also dedicated to my dear friend, Nanda, was "Cheek to Cheek". He mentioned recently that this song was on repeat on his mental jukebox so I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to do it. This talented actor &amp;amp; playwright came as early as 7 to wait for what he called my grand entrance. So cute la... We are now working together on some Noh plays that he has written so beautifully. More on that in my upcoming posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sleepy now because I spent the afternoon checking out a friend's recording studio which is lovely and has a positive friendly vibe. I'm excited to say the least. :-) Therefore I will keep this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other friends came by too and livened up the mood, which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; made it more relaxed for everyone. I even had time for a spot of stand-up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comedy&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be the first to say that it wasn't impressive but seemed to entertain. It was a true story about how a little girl went "reindeer" whenever I asked her to fill in the blanks for the song "Rudolph" during a Christmas gig. Keeping that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; mood, I sang "Quando Quando Quando" with a snippet of a parody I couldn't help but think up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me where do you reside? Is it condo condo condo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not a HDB like me, or a landed property...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends enjoyed it and it somewhat reflected Singapore's preoccupation with property. There were more locals than tourists at the Lobby Lounge tonight. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0TF6brLxDI/AAAAAAAAADA/Uw95zGw3Ppw/s1600-h/P1060034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0TF6brLxDI/AAAAAAAAADA/Uw95zGw3Ppw/s320/P1060034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423677458912887858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those outside our little island, HDB stands for Housing Development Board, or what I like to call shelved living. At the end of the night, I took pictures and asked for my friends' permission to post them on my blog. There is one more who took the picture. Haha! Aren't they sweet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-6540178195347898748?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/6540178195347898748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-5-cheek-to-cheek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/6540178195347898748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/6540178195347898748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-5-cheek-to-cheek.html' title='Night 5 - Cheek to Cheek'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0TF6ARIGNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_Z8FkyIMifs/s72-c/P1060032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-7681988306410997498</id><published>2010-01-05T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:06:07.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 4 - I Will Survive</title><content type='html'>Tonight, tonight, won't be just any night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was right. Confidence pays off. When I am confident, I trust myself and others, and relax! I always said that when you enjoy the moment sincerely, others will too. Tonight was a lovely night with fantastic guests. Adi and I did songs we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; even mentioned before. That was part of the fun. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first request of the night came from a couple who visited us last night. By us, I mean the entire Lobby Lounge. We work together but our origins are in Vietnam, China, Philippines, Burma... and Singapore! The elegant waitresses tell me this couple visits very regularly. They enjoyed our delivery of "Smile" so they wanted to hear it again tonight. Your wish is our command, gladly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first set was positive. I suggested a song which I butchered last night, because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; it had been spectacular before. Also, I had to make peace with it. It worked out perfectly this time! Then we did "I Will Survive" which had me slightly nervous for a split second because the last time I performed it was almost a year ago (though I have sung it in jest, not for work). It was met with toe-tapping, dance-walking, sing-alongs and smiles. Just as they were leaving, our regular couple told us, "Smile and I Will Survive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next 2 sets, we also had fun with "Straighten Up and Fly Right" and "I'm Beginning To See The Light". A lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;upbeat&lt;/span&gt; melodies tonight. We also partied "Under The Boardwalk" which starts almost the same way as "Save The Last Dance For Me". So much so I couldn't help myself but deliberately mingle the two at the start of the latter. Both songs were hits for the Drifters in the 60's. Speaking of drifting, we delivered "Route 66" to inspire our travellers to get their kicks on the legendary highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we did a few numbers for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;romantics&lt;/span&gt;: "Close to You" and "The Nearness of You", which now I realise sound so alike in title. Isn't that what really matters? Being with, near, next to, your loved one? Another song we never did together was "Leaving On A Jet Plane", dedicated to those flying off tomorrow, especially the Australian couple with whom I've had insightful chats with. John Denver gave me the blues with it. Adi and I made it bluesy for the lounge. Pity I didn't take pictures with them. I shall miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0ORtYS4prI/AAAAAAAAACY/UpkyuIevPSE/s1600-h/P1040018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0ORtYS4prI/AAAAAAAAACY/UpkyuIevPSE/s200/P1040018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423338585086011058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0ORt9N3ayI/AAAAAAAAACg/8lNaQnnZZN0/s1600-h/P1040019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0ORt9N3ayI/AAAAAAAAACg/8lNaQnnZZN0/s200/P1040019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423338594997070626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;satisfying&lt;/span&gt; dinner too at the buffet on the 4th floor. One reason why I love working for hotels: food and drinks are always provided! But I am hungry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. Ok, off to supper. I feel like I sang for it. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-7681988306410997498?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/7681988306410997498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-4-i-will-survive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/7681988306410997498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/7681988306410997498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-4-i-will-survive.html' title='Night 4 - I Will Survive'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0ORtYS4prI/AAAAAAAAACY/UpkyuIevPSE/s72-c/P1040018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-205881401834619924</id><published>2010-01-04T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:55:55.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 3 - Where do I begin?</title><content type='html'>Tonight didn't go as smoothly as I had hoped. But it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I fluffed up a little. GASP! But covered it each time, by improvising or scatting, and for some songs, it sounded really nice. Heh. The guests were so supportive, most of them hearing every note (some which I felt were waaaay off) and applauding every song. One of them who visited before was dancing again which always makes me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;glow&lt;/span&gt; inside. So I hope I see him tomorrow too. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a reques&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0Itau0psPI/AAAAAAAAABo/tlRVUiP6150/s1600-h/P1040020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0Itau0psPI/AAAAAAAAABo/tlRVUiP6150/s320/P1040020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422946838576214258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t for "&lt;span&gt;Blue Bayou"&lt;/span&gt; which went very well and the requester said he loved it. But he mentioned that I sounded like Linda Ronstadt though he preferred Roy Orbison's rendition. Note to self: ask if there is a version the requester prefers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I was a total scatterbrain tonight (and not just from scatting). There are some songs I know so well and do not need lyrics in front of me. But for the rest, I have what I call insurance, or my lyric book, also affectionately known as my messy black file. So scatterbrain Jil couldn't find her lyrics when she needed them. Which forced me to sing a few songs without my safety net (totally psychological I realise), and I must say... I surprised myself. I knew them by heart after all. I supposed I knew that I knew them all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only when I doubted myself that the fluffs happened. Why oh why? And I even missed my stop because I was so engrossed with sorting out my lyrics on the bus on my way home, which made me think I still hadn't reached my stop. And the next thing I knew I was miles away from home! (so the time of this post publication isn't the actual time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so angry, I refused to take a cab since it was my own darn fault and I sure as hell did not deserve a cushy extravagant cab ride home. Frustration got the better of me as I walked. Fortunately, it dissipated as quickly as it exploded and by the time my senses beckoned me to flag a cab, there was none to be found. Feeling terribly irresponsible and not very smart, I called my dear mom who picked me up from the street like a hungry stray. I normally wouldn't call her for anything, so I felt guilty and found it slightly awkward but also very sweet. The last time she drove to my rescue was Chinese New Year last year when she thought I was dying from sepsis, which was almost true. Long story. In her car, amidst her gentle reprimanding, I was saying "sorry" a lot, then I turned it into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"thank you"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps tonight was a lesson of sorts. Mostly that I gotta be more confident. The show is on. Tomorrow is going to be unmistakably awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-205881401834619924?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/205881401834619924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-3-where-do-i-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/205881401834619924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/205881401834619924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-3-where-do-i-begin.html' title='Night 3 - Where do I begin?'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0Itau0psPI/AAAAAAAAABo/tlRVUiP6150/s72-c/P1040020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-2942091960699579242</id><published>2010-01-02T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:05:38.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 2 at Holiday Inn - Grateful</title><content type='html'>2nd of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day for me and I slept quite well the night, ok morning, before. I still have positive vibes and thoughts from the Blue Moon night and my wish was still clear in my mind and heart. Not taking it too seriously actually but happy to be given the opportunity to make a magical wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0JRfOIgagI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ooUIcGQRApk/s1600-h/filagree+heart+locket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0JRfOIgagI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ooUIcGQRApk/s200/filagree+heart+locket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422986498119068162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I put on my Blue-moon-charged silver locket and off I went, armed with new handwritten lyrics of songs which I had promised to some guests tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided on a tube top with a festive sheen to go with a long black skirt, a pretty hand-me-down from someone from last year. I would normally be wise enough to bring my performance outfit in my bag and change just before my gig, but decided today to wear it right after my shower. That's right, I showered! Alas, when I got to the mouth of the station, I saw that the train travelling in my desired direction was arriving in 1 minute and the next would only appear 6 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course people do not stand on one side on the escalator steps. Instead they stand rooted side by side each other, without realising that some other people are trying to get through. A dozen excuse-me's later and a vain race up the escalators, I discovered that my tube top was kinda sticky from my workout. Eeyew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next 5 minutes, I waited along the platform, wishing I hadn't bothered to shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the hotel, I had a lovely night with Adi and the guests. My marvellous friends from What The, a band of talented, creative and passionate musicians, came for the 2nd and 3rd set. How sweet and encouraging of them! I was thrilled also when the same Australian couple from last night returned. They wanted to hear Rod Stewart and so I belted out my proudly scribbled "Have I Told You Lately" originally by Van Morrison for his 1989 album Avalon Sunset, which became a hit for Stewart in 1993. The Japanese guests from Friday asked for a Japanese song so I prepared "Ue o muite arukō" (meaning "I look up when I walk" but more popularly known as "Sukiyaki"). However they  hadn't return, yet. So I will save that for another time which means I can perfect it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the last set ended, a request for "Besame Mucho" came in along with a few other songs but time wasn't on our side. Closing the set with the 1940 Mexican classic, I reminded everyone that they can find Adi and me at the Lobby Lounge on Mondays to Saturdays. Someone commented (not rudely) that I talked a lot so I asked back with a smile (definitely not a challenge) after I was off the microphone, if he preferred my singing or talking. His reply was adorable: "Can you sing Hokkien song?" And I said "if you return I shall prepare one for you!" He was pleasant and yes, I may do one for him soon. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went home, I went around chatting with the Australian couple, my friends and the family who requested "Besame Mucho". The Australian couple offered another drink but I still had my once-hot chocolate. The family were very generous with their compliments and we talked a little about spirituality. They liked my description of religion as a tool so much they had me write it down. Then they gave me a little book entitled "Heart Of A Buddha" filled with wisdom &amp;amp; kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too late but wish I had taken care of the bill for What The, who patiently and kindly listened to and applauded each song. I will find a way to take care of that, perhaps at our jam session later on (it's past 6am on Sunday morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who came by towards the end of our last set was a dear to send me all the way home in the bus. :-) I definitely had fun on my second night and am grateful for everything from the book, the hot chocolate, the music and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most importantly&lt;/span&gt;, I am immensely grateful for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; who was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adi was very kind to lend me his camcorder on this night so I shall find a way to put videos up. So watch this space!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-2942091960699579242?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/2942091960699579242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-2-at-holiday-inn-grateful.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/2942091960699579242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/2942091960699579242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/night-2-at-holiday-inn-grateful.html' title='Night 2 at Holiday Inn - Grateful'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0JRfOIgagI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ooUIcGQRApk/s72-c/filagree+heart+locket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-9011736474414370038</id><published>2010-01-01T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:31:21.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 1st at Hol Inn</title><content type='html'>Hi 2010! So it is a new year now. January 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0IxI6V19ZI/AAAAAAAAABw/dm3pRZ-iTNI/s1600-h/P1040017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0IxI6V19ZI/AAAAAAAAABw/dm3pRZ-iTNI/s320/P1040017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422950930477086098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did my first night at Holiday Inn. It went ok but really coulda been better. Sequencing files hadn't been sent yet and many songs were not familiar to all. Quite disappointing, mostly because we have done so well together. So comparatively, I have to say I wasn't very happy about tonight. But it was still worthy and entertaining overall. My soul pal was there for my first night, so thanks for the support. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun chat with the staff and the guests. The staff were friendly and warmed up quickly. Quite a few were from Burma, Vietnam, China and perhaps a few more neighbouring countries. So nice and sweet of them to make ME, the local, feel welcome without trying at all. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guests were few but very appreciative. A few were rowdy and they would dance along and request for Metallica. But I always prefer a rowdier crowd to one that's asleep or dying of boredom. I managed to speak to some. I met one during my sound check before a family lunch, so was very glad he came back for a set before he set off to check out some clubs since he was flying the next day. A couple who had been singing along and even apologised for talking over my singing (oh come on, it's absolutely fine!!), chatted with me about politics and even generously bought me a drink. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That chat about governments and politics has led me to deduce that there is no right view or wrong view, and no one can ever know everything for sure. And even when you do think you have all the facts, something new can happen, or something from the past can be unearthed and all of a sudden, everything changes again. So I guess I deduce... eh... Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I will now prepare a few Rod Stewart songs for this couple and a few other songs for the folks working at the bar and a request for a Japanese song. Then it will be time for bed sweet bed. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-9011736474414370038?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/9011736474414370038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-1st-at-hol-inn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/9011736474414370038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/9011736474414370038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-1st-at-hol-inn.html' title='Jan 1st at Hol Inn'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0IxI6V19ZI/AAAAAAAAABw/dm3pRZ-iTNI/s72-c/P1040017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771681803997896721.post-7964836753025190058</id><published>2009-12-31T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:03:40.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of 2009 - Blue Moon</title><content type='html'>Haha! I have started Z &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0JEBUlLT-I/AAAAAAAAACA/ide2kGoB_f4/s1600-h/moon-phases-lrg-cidadao-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0JEBUlLT-I/AAAAAAAAACA/ide2kGoB_f4/s320/moon-phases-lrg-cidadao-sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422971690802696162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jil!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now, unlike my other blogs which are secret only because I never tell anyone about them, I will be using this for work and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to be sooooo casual and honest with it and blog even when I am drunk, not that I like to drink at all. I don't like the flavour and potency of alcohol wasted on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Almost 2010. I will tell you, whoever you are, about how my first day of 2010 goes. And will try to find ways to update music and other related material up here. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Blue Moon new year's eve. Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771681803997896721-7964836753025190058?l=zjil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/feeds/7964836753025190058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/7964836753025190058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771681803997896721/posts/default/7964836753025190058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zjil.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-2009.html' title='Last Day of 2009 - Blue Moon'/><author><name>Z Jil, Jilly, Gillian Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319002825205932151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/SgfbElnEOlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DxbFAVqch_E/S220/jillyk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icjdsffhIus/S0JEBUlLT-I/AAAAAAAAACA/ide2kGoB_f4/s72-c/moon-phases-lrg-cidadao-sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
